Yang God

After feeling the "one foot high, the height of the demon", Hong Yicai knows that even if there is a picture of the scriptures of the Amitabha, the only way to ensure the safety of his soul, but the practice of thinking Can't be made together.

There are only a kind of means to succumb to the commemoration of the sacred minds, and that is to rely on one's own strength.

With great wisdom and great strength, the devils that have come to the bottom of the mind can be further improved.

There are no shortcuts to go.

Although the idea of ​​"The Amitabha" is a patriarch of the law, it contains various kinds of tests, such as the Bone View, the Shura View, the Jade Girl View, and the Flying View. But the more the back, the more the soul grows, the devil of the view. The stronger, the illusions emerge in an endless stream, and may even be turned into entities. Therefore, the more the "Amitabha" is cultivated to the end, it is ten times more difficult than ordinary practitioners, a hundred times, a thousand times.

"If this Amitabha is not supported by the Amitabha, unless there is a real great wisdom, a great saint, then even if a brilliant person comes to practice, it must be ruined, and the soul can not be damaged. But even with this Amitabha If you cultivate, you still have to rely on your own strength."

Hong Yi was the first time that the cultivation of the Amitabha failed.

After the failure, he certainly will not give up. From the New Year's Day to the fifteenth day of the New Year's Day, he practiced martial arts every day during the day and looked at the soul at night.

After the sixty kilograms of the chestnut horns silk bow was cracked, he went to the "Chengguan" to buy a forty-eight pounds of the strength of the extension of the wooden tendon bow, still open the bow.

Eighty kilograms of heavy wood tendon bow can be much more difficult to pull than the silk bow.

Especially in the big winter, the tendon bow is affected by the climate, and it is difficult to pull it hard. It is said that it is a bow of 80 kilograms. In fact, there is a hundred pounds.

However, it is difficult to open it in such a difficult way. For Hong Yi Lian Li, the effect of training is greater.

Every time he used his power to open the bow, Hong Yi felt that he was tempered by iron in the fire and forged. The large piece of meat on the body, small pieces of meat, big ribs, small gluten, in the process of opening the bow again and again, twisted into a strand, twisted into a hemp rope.

In the process of practicing the opening of the bow, Hong Yi also realized that there are many invisible bows on his body, his arms are a bow, his back is a bow, his waist is a bow, his leg is a bow....

The muscles on the body are more and more refined, and the more you practice, the more powerful you are.

The impurities in the iron have been tempered and gradually transformed into stainless steel.

"My father was able to open the nine-stone falling star bow when he was young. It is too........"

After pulling eighty pounds of beef tendon bow, Hong Yi felt a terrible fear of the strength of his father Wu Wen Hou Hongxuan.

The nine-stone heavy bow, that is, now Hong Yi’s hands have a total of ten beef tendon bows, and they are all fiercely pulled apart, and then they are shot repeatedly.

Imagine that the bow in your hand has become ten. If you want to pull it all out, Hong Yi feels that it is not cold and trembles, let alone the renju.

The days are closed in the daytime to practice martial arts, and the night is a day in the past.

Hong Yi was completely intoxicated into such a day and felt like never before. His strength is also increasing day by day, and his mind is clear every day.

It was not until the entire first month passed that he had to get out of this day.

Because the patriarchal school in the family is about to start school.

In the past month, Yujing City also restored the peace and peace of the past.

"This month is too quiet and comfortable. There is no one to bother me. It must be that my father sees me and makes me feel comfortable preparing for the exam. However, this month's cultivation still has no breakthrough, and the soul has not been trained. At the point of the tour, Wugong’s gluten and meat feel almost the same, but it is difficult to carry the film, not to mention the beginning of cultivation of the tiger magic bone punch."

Hung Yi summed up the harvest this month.

Scholars in three provinces a day, understand the mistakes and mistakes, can also be used in the practice of martial arts.

In the first month of the month, although he did not break through, he was more consolidated and refined, and he has gradually reached the edge of breakthrough.

"In just three months, the change has been overwhelming..." Hung Yi thought, three months ago, he was still a scholar with no hand-binding power, but now he has become a "Amitabha", a cow magic punch The tiger magic practice bone punch, can open eighty pounds of beef tendon bow, can be out of the shell night tour of the alien, although still does not change the power of the situation, but there is hope that step by step to become stronger.

Three months ago, Hong Yi, who had only a meager hope, never gave up, and gave up. Now he has great hopes and he has more confidence.

A big early morning.

Hung Yi packed up the pen and ink, wrapped it in a bag, and walked toward the family clan.

Wu Wenhou's family ancestral school is located in the east of Yujing City, close to the imperial court Guozijian University, about five or six miles away from Hongfu.

When Hong Yi packed up his good things, the buddies of the entire Houfu were also going out. In addition to Hung Yi's more than a dozen brothers and sisters, there are also some relatives of the house, as well as the accompanying students, the little sister, the book boy and so on.

One morning, the people who went out from Houfu to start school turned out to be like a bustling horse.

The family ethics of Houfu is very good, and it is close to the Guozijian Taixue, and it is also a well-known scholar. A prestigious scholar, or an experienced Hanlin scholar who has experienced several literary battles.

Because Wu Wen Hou Hong Xuanji is an old explorer, in the political affairs for many years, the network is very wide, there are also a group of literati party feathers, resulting in the family's sectology almost became a large college, has a reputation in the city of Yujing.

The patriarchal school of the Hong family is even more famous than some princes and patriarchs of the country. Many people also come to study.

The buddies who went out from Houfu in the morning were all sitting in carriages. At the very least, there were two or three accompanying bookboys accompanying them. Only Hong Yi is a single person. There are no books and children to accompany him, and there is no small servant to serve.

However, this is a habit, and Hong Yi feels that one person is clean.

After walking a few fragrant incense, Hong Yi looked far away at the tall and expensive Guozijian University house.

"Well? Isn't that Princess Luo Yun studying at the Guozijian?" Hong Yi looked at the iron finger on his thumb and suddenly remembered the princess who met in the "Chengguan".

"Let's leave, let go..."

A rush of horseshoes and screams came over from the road behind them. The pedestrians on the road evaded, and even the people who drove the carriages to the school heard the voice, and they all rushed to the side of the road.

Hong Yi also heard this voice, and quickly returned to God, frowned and looked back.

At this moment, the two horses behind him had already rushed over, and immediately they were wearing a hat, wearing a satin tweezers, a jade at the waist, and a luxuriously dressed son. There is also a follow-up that also wears satin.

These two people riding is very superb ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ all the way to the horse, rampage, imposing, but it did not hit people and things.

Hung Yi recognized it at a glance. The two men were discussing Hong Gui and his cousin who was a teacher of Mrs. San Fangrong who had to give himself a lesson.

It seems that I saw Hong Yi. The two men smiled at the moment, and looked at each other. With a vertical reins, the speed immediately accelerated. After a few moments, they rushed to the back of Hong Yi.

"Step aside."

Rong Rong saw Hong Yi, who seemed to be scared, and laughed. When he passed, he squandered the whip and took it.

Of course, he wouldn’t really smoke, but he just wanted to scare Hong Yi into a gourd.

One person rides a fierce impact, and the momentum can scare people to crawl.

"Ok?"

Hong Yi’s eyes were cold, and he leaned over his body, avoiding the collision of the horse sideways. At the same time, he spelled all the strength, a type of cow devil horns, double punches on the horse's stomach.

Hong Yi’s fists were played, and the strength of the whole body was used. The ears heard the whistling of their fists!

Bang!

The horse rushed from the side, and rushed out more than ten steps, and fell to the ground and turned a few.

At the same time, the honor of the horse was bumped out by this huge inertia, falling on the ground and breaking the blood.

The speed of this change is very fast. Many people only see the horse riding and rushing over, and then use the whip to draw Hong Yi. When Hong Yi let it go, the horse suddenly lost control and rushed out.