Xianwu: There Are Always Reborn People Who Want To Stop Me From Being Invincible

"Rise up, slaves who are hungry and cold, rise up, people who are suffering all over the world, their blood is already boiling, and they must fight for the truth..."

The powerful and powerful song, which makes people's blood boil when listening to it, sounded in the darkness.

Zhou Yuan turned off the alarm clock on his mobile phone and looked at the time, 2:20.

He got up from the bed, got dressed, and went out quietly.

When the door closed, Cui Yurong in another room smiled and said to himself in the darkness: "This kid, how old is he, still believes this."

"That thing is obviously similar to our vacuum hometown, why can't he figure it out?"

Zhou Yuan's villa was not far from the West Lake. He ran to a mountain beside the lake as fast as he could.

Then, facing the east directly, he began to take up his horse stance.

There are many ways to form internal strength, such as experts using True Qi to help, such as some special physical skills, etc.

Zhou Yuan doesn't have any of these things. The only way he knows is to step on the horse.

This is the only method taught by teachers in school.

Ever since he was a freshman in high school, Zhou Yuan heard his teacher mention that the rising sun in the morning helps absorb the dense air between heaven and earth.

This kind of dense Qi is not only of great use in forming internal force, but even after True Qi is formed, it is of great use.

Zhou Yuan began to go to bed early day after day. Every morning, he went to the mountain next to the West Lake and walked toward the east.

He didn't know if the sun would shine today, but he had already formed this habit.

Zamabu is actually not a simple matter.

Ordinary people can't stand it for more than ten minutes at most.

But Zhou Yuan has been riding horseback for two years, and he has long understood the principle of "the intention is Qi first, and the spirit and Qi are combined". He feels like he is riding on a galloping horse.

Not to mention ten minutes, even if it lasts for several hours, there is no problem.

There was no one in the dark night, only the cicadas chirping and frogs in the mountains and fields kept him company, and he had become accustomed to it.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Yuan came back to his senses and saw that the sky had begun to change color, and a red sun was slowly emerging.

As the sun appears, the clouds on the horizon sway, changing erratically, appearing and disappearing, constantly turning red, yellow, and bright, and finally golden.

The red sun is rising, its path is bright!

Zhou Yuan was inexplicably shocked by the scene in front of him, and a stream of heat rose from the tail vertebrae.

Then, a warm breath exploded in his spine.

Feeling angry!

Zhou Yuan immediately realized that this is what the teacher often said in his martial arts class, that the internal force will generate the subsequent qi.

He quietly comprehended it and found that this was not an illusion. He could always sense this warm breath.

After a long time, Zhou Yuan breathed out.

Two years, two full years later, he finally relied on Zha Ma Bu to forcibly develop his internal strength.

At this time, he struck while the iron was hot and sat down cross-legged against a pine tree, stimulating his new internal energy to hit the first of the twelve main meridians, the hand-taiyin lung meridian.

Perhaps it was the effect of the dense energy of the sun that Zhou Yuan had accumulated over the years. At the first moment when his inner strength was generated, he actually directly broke through this first rule.

After breaking through, Zhou Yuan wanted to continue to attack the second Yangming large intestine meridian.

However, he found that his internal strength was no longer enough and he could only wait until later.

Just when Zhou Yuan was about to call it a day, he could clearly sense that there was something in his mind, or in the sea of ​​consciousness.

This is a chaotic space that is slowly absorbing his internal energy.

When the inner force swims in, it swims out again.

When he came out, he seemed much stronger than before he went in.

"There is no reason. I heard that only high-level Martial Dao masters can see the sea of ​​consciousness internally after turning their inner energy into True Qi."

"I have just developed inner strength, how can I sense it?"

"In other words, this is not the sea of ​​consciousness at all."

Thinking of this, Zhou Yuan was surprised and happy: "Could it be my Goldfinger?"

He tentatively took the initiative to control his inner strength and flow into this chaotic space.

boom!

Something seemed to explode in Zhou Yuan's mind, making his mind buzz.

Then, a wave of consciousness reached his induction.

"With extensive knowledge and understanding, one thought can evolve into thousands of things, and it can become one's own Divine Ability."

This chaotic space can be regarded as a deduction space, with the energy in his body as the driving force and the knowledge he masters as the basis, which can be used to deduce the Divine Ability he wants.

In other words, as long as Zhou Yuan has enough energy and he has enough knowledge, he can deduce things like "Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills" and "Immortal Execution Sword Formation".

Moreover, the energy absorbed by the chaotic space can also feed back the purity and strength.

When he was deducing Divine Ability, he was also purifying his own inner strength.

"Okay, okay, this Goldfinger is good."

Zhou Yuan couldn't help but feel happy, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"This weird world, your grandfather Zhou Yuan is here to see what you are."

After passing through these thoughts, Zhou Yuan slowly calmed down.

After all, this Goldfinger is not the type that becomes stronger just by breathing and becomes invincible at full level.

He is not strong enough now and needs to grow slowly.

On his way back down the mountain, Zhou Yuan met a monk and a nun coming up the mountain.

This monk is big and round, with a fierce air about him, and he has no compassion at all from the Buddhist Gate.

On the other hand, that nun has a holy face, pure white clothes, and a little cinnabar between her eyebrows. If she didn't have a white jade purification bottle in her hand, she could stand in the temple and be a Bodhisattva.

Next to the West Lake, there is a famous temple, Lingyin Temple. The school teacher said that Lingyin Temple is one of the famous non-official cultivation sects.

There is an old monk inside who is one of the strongest Martial Artists in the entire West Lake City.

Although the nun was beautiful, Zhou Yuan took one look at her and didn't dare to look any further.

He looks beautiful, maybe he is a demon?

In this bizarre world, nothing can be said for sure.

Zhou Yuan buried his head and left, not daring to say or ask any more questions.