Practice starts with skill points

"What is the situation?"

The old man Xu looked at the mess in Zhonglin's house, and said dumbfounded.

A good home yesterday, it felt like a dragon turned over and turned into this ghost.

"I practiced my exercises last night, and I accidentally became like this."

Zhong Lin was polite and said carelessly.

The old man Xu's breath burst into anger and shouted in a furiously: "You won't go out to practice! The yard is so big, why not be in the house."

"You don't understand this!"

Zhong Lin pretended to be scornful: "The warrior cultivation is not just about moving, but after a certain degree, he starts to practice still."

"Bullying me without practicing martial arts, right? Martial arts in the middle of the third grade are the most practicing pile skills, condensing qi and blood, how can it be so great, I see your kid ..."

"Oh! Why are you the older you get older, and get back to clean up again, isn't it just a few tables and chairs and benches! I'm hungry, what do you do for breakfast?"

After speaking, he pulled the old man Xu and left the room, and he didn't give him a chance to speak again.

Before breakfast, Mei Haiming took a lot of gifts to personally go to the door, but was kicked out by Zhong Lin.

Don't bother to ignore him.

"Zhong Lin, that is the county respect."

Old Xu's head was still a little bit embarrassed. The county respected adults in the early morning came to the door. The key was that he was kicked out by Zhong Lin without even entering the door.

"I know!"

Zhong Lin said casually while holding the big meat bag in his hand.

"and you……"

"I do n’t believe it to you. I am very powerful now, let alone the county respect, that is, the princess has to salute when I see me, and it’ s delicious and delicious. ”

"Hey, say you are really panting."

"Don't believe it."

Zhong Lin bowed his head and drank a large mouthful of millet porridge. This millet porridge had been boiled for a long time, and a layer of oil was flowing on it. It was soft and delicious.

"By the way, what does the county respect for you to do?"

"Let me help him get on the shelf, rest assured, no problem, just a mouse, you can pinch your hand to death."

"Okay! You can do it in your heart."

The old man Xu did not ask more. For Zhong Lin, he could put 800 hearts. Whether it was previously sold medicines or protect them, Zhong Lin showed mature maturity that was seriously inconsistent with age.

Three or two finished breakfast, got up and returned to the room to clean up, and then continued to meditate.

The effect of "Five Elements and Mixed Yuan Gong" is so good. Zhong Lin is naturally unwilling to waste time and wants to complete the cultivation of the Qi Jing Eight Pulse as soon as possible.

Time passes leisurely.

In addition to occasionally going out for a trip, Zhong Lin is hiding in the room to practice at other times.

Kung Fu is worthy of the people. In just seven days, Zhong Lin opened two meridians of Yang Wei's pulse and belt pulse. At this point, Zhong Linxiu was promoted to the nine pilots.

Yang Weisai is one of the eight veins of the Miracle Scriptures. "Wei" has the meaning of maintaining contact. Yang Weisai has the function of maintaining the human yang meridian, connecting the yang meridians, and shaking the effect of overflowing the blood storage and blood with Yinwei pulse.

Starting from the outside of the heel, passing through the outer ankle, rising along the Shaoyang Meridian to the hip joint, threatening the back of the back, from the armpit back to the forehead, and then to the gang pulse. Essence

The pulse is also one of the eight veins of the strange meridians, but unlike other meridians running up and down, the pulse is horizontal, it is like a belt, which is shaped with heavy meridians. There are three left and right places, and there are six points.

The opening of these two meridians has made Zhong Lin's soaring more than several times, and the internal interest running in the meridians is faster. I don't know how many times.

"Next, there are only three meridians left in the veins and Ren Du two. For a month, the practice of the vein meridian will inevitably be able to complete the passage of the veins within one month."

Zhong Lin's face is full of joy, especially when he feels the growth of continuous growth, it is full of satisfaction.

"Tomorrow is the day of the so -called Erye's beheading, and it should be activated."

Nympho

In the early morning of the next day, the sound of gongs sounded in the streets and alleys.

This is a commonly used method for Yamen. As long as there are activities that kill the prisoners at the execution ground, it will be the case. It reminds the people in the city to watch it, and each household has at least one person.

The purpose is self -evident. To put it simply, it is to kill chickens and monkeys, tell you not to break the law, otherwise the person above is your future.

The old man Xu was in the medical museum, and the brother was in the school. Zhong Lin held the old Mrs. Xu, walked out of the hospital, and walked along the crowd towards the searlier of the city.

When Zhong Lin came to the execution ground, a large number of people who came nearby had already come to the crowd, and some small hawkers kept selling some melon seeds and peanuts. For them, they were their own shopping malls as long as they had.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Two Qi Feihu, who was almost overwhelmed by the beacon, kneeling in the direction of the people of Zhengnan, with a shackle on his shoulders, and a wooden stick tied to his mouth, like a animal.

Even so, this Qi Feihu's mouth was whispering, and a pair of blood -red eyes were full of fierce and fierce colors.

When I first came, I was unwilling to kneel and fell, until Mr. Xue caught his head forward and cut his two leg bones.

"Finally die, this damn thing."

"Yeah! According to me, the beheading was too cheap, so he should have put him thousands of knives."

"I think you are right. Qi Feihu is a murderer and arsonist. He is a villain. I don't know how many people died in his hands. My wife's second uncle and third uncle were killed by them. What a good family! Just because Qi Feihu saw that the girl was beautiful, he kidnapped her that night and killed her whole family."

"Uh...what about that girl?"

Someone asked curiously.

"She died the next day. She was tortured all night and committed suicide by jumping into a well."

"Hey! He deserves to be killed."

"He deserves to be killed."

Mei Haiming looked up at the sky and then at Zhong Lin not far away. The tension in his heart subsided.

He took out a warrant from the tube in front of him, threw it towards the ground in front of him, and said loudly: "It's noon. Identify the body and execute the sentence."

With this order, Qi Feihu on the execution ground kept struggling, but his mouth was blocked and he couldn't shout.

The executioner, with his chest and abdomen exposed, took a bowl of wine and drank it, then sprayed it on the ghost-head knife in his hand.

He walked towards Qi Feihu's side, holding the ghost-head knife high in his hand, shining with a sharp cold light in the sun.

His sturdy arms exerted force, and the blade chopped Qi Feihu's neck heavily.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed in the distance, and it was a flying stone, aiming at the executioner's head. The speed was so fast that it almost came in the blink of an eye. If it was hit, the executioner's head would explode on the spot like a watermelon.

Zhong Lin in the crowd naturally saw this scene. He flicked his finger, and a stream of energy burst out from his fingertips, colliding with the stone in the void.

With a muffled sound, the stone exploded on the spot.

Then there was a cheer from the crowd, and Qi Feihu's head flew high, and a trace of blood gushed out from his neck.