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The connection between spirit and body is extremely delicate.

Although he was not harmed in any way, An Qisheng trembled slightly when he stepped up, as if he had experienced severe cold changes.

Ming Fengming Tao shook his head and followed.

The white mist transpired above the Golden Temple. The crowd felt the hot air before they even came up, as if a large furnace was burning in front of the Golden Temple.

股 This white gas is very similar to the water vapor produced after the water is boiled. The temperature is extremely high.

In the ruins of the Golden Temple in front of the white mist, the man in the dust sat cross-legged, his chest fluctuated, and a humming sound like a train started in his body.

之下 Booming under the white mist, it really looks like a real fairy.

"Is this white mist uploaded from the dusty body?"

Wu Fengmingtao was taken aback.

The thick white mist turned out to be the heat emanating from him and the rain evaporated.

Hey lala ~

Luan Qisheng listened sideways, only to feel the sound of rivers flowing in the air, and her heart was shocked.

This huge amount of heat is actually due to the spontaneous discharge of heat from the pores of a person in the dust.

哪里 Where is the temperature that one person can produce, and the big boilers heating small communities in the middle of winter are nothing more than this!

Woo!

Suck!

For a moment, the gale before the Golden Hall was blowing wildly, blowing the white mist.

The white mist dispersed, and many people saw that the high platform in front of the Golden Temple had been reduced to ruins, and the slate that had been exposed to wind and rain for many years was broken into powder.

Stomp one foot down and fell into the knee.

I just find a few rollers to press here. In just ten minutes, this effect can never be achieved.

Everyone was startled.

Jiechen Taoist waved his sleeve and stood up among the ruins:

"Come up."

"Master, are you okay?"

Wu Feibai went to the high platform first, and the others followed closely.

Luan Qisheng was one step behind.

"He can't kill me in Wudang Mountain."

People's eyes passed through the crowd and fell on An Qisheng:

"what's your name?"

Although he closed his eyes and adjusted his breath before, he was not unaware of the outside world, and he could naturally feel the movement of Mu Longcheng.

It surprised him a little.

Mulongcheng is very proud, and treats others as uncivilized savages, so long as he does not provoked him, he is too lazy to look at them.

What's different about this boy?

Everyone else, including Feng Mingtao, looked at An Qisheng's eyes with some shock.

凭 Why can this person be asked for names by Mulong City and the Chief of the Road?

I look unremarkable.

"Longer, my name is An Qisheng."

Qi Anqi stepped forward and answered with a fist.

"The boxing racket is turned up, yes, yes."

The man nodded.

"Mr. Tao, is it true that Mulong City has surpassed seeing God ..."

Wu Xiaoli middle-aged Mei Liangxin couldn't help but ask.

Several other people also looked at the Daggers, as warriors, always looking forward to the peak state.

"If it is not bad to go beyond seeing God, today's Tao will not be spared."

Peer Chen looked at the sky, and the clouds have dispersed as much as possible. Between the clouds and sky, a round of red sun reveals half of it:

"Tired today, come again someday."

Everyone would like to say more, that the benevolent Taoist has disappeared before the Golden Hall.

Seeing this, the crowd could only stop, shaking their heads and preparing to go down the mountain.

"Let's go, there will be more tourists later."

Wu Fengmingtao called An Qisheng and was ready to go down the mountain.

"I want to take a short break, you can go down the mountain first."

Luan Qisheng waved his hand, sat down next to the high platform, and sat down, looking at the Wudang Mountains surrounded by clouds after the rain.

The glance at Mu Longcheng before he let him feel the breath of life and death.

At this time, his spirit was not calmed, and there was stinging in his body.

"Forget it, come together, it is not good to leave you alone."

Ming Feng Mingtao shook her head and found a clean place to sit.

"Mulong City ..."

Luan Qisheng's eyes were half closed, and in front of his eyes, there seemed to be stars shining.

The light dots are turning like stars in his perspective. This is all the spiritual panels that he can "dream into" in the past few months.

Wang Honglin, Wang Anfeng, Li Yan, Feng Mingtao, and Daniel scholars and experts.

Suddenly, in his mind, a star suddenly lights up among the stars, drawing closer and occupying the entire field of vision:

[Mulong City, born in 9760 Kaiyuan, stateless ...]

【Dream time (ten seconds)】

During his brief contact, the information of all the warriors on Wudang Mountain has been collected by him.

Including the Taoists, and Mulong City.

"Only ten seconds?"

Luan Qisheng shook a little.

With the changes of his body in the past few months, his time of dreaming has gradually increased, and the state of Wang Honglin has reached 11 minutes.

This Mulong City is only ten seconds!

"Forget it, let's talk later."

Luan Qisheng moved out of perspective.

The time of ten seconds was too short. If he accidentally exceeded it, he fainted at the top of Wudang Mountain.

I'll try it later.

Now, there is still work to do.

"They're all gone?"

Wu Anqisheng glanced at the cloud-drenched stone steps, and Wu Feibai and others could no longer see it.

"gone."

Wu Fengmingtao turned back, a smile flashed on his rough face:

"What's the matter with your stay this time? Isn't it that the Chief Minister wants to see you alone?"

"You are smart."

Lu Anqisheng also laughed. The wind Mingtao was thick and thin, but he didn't hide it.

Alas, he had no intention of hiding him, so it would be better to go down the mountain first, and then it would not be much time to climb the mountain alone.

"Mr. Jeongdo really wants to see you?"

Feng Fengming Tao's spirit was shocked:

"Shouldn't pass on the credit to you as it says in the novel."

"you think too much."

Luan Qisheng stood up:

"Should you ask me something?"

"Where does the Dustfall Road grow?"

Wu Fengmingtao also stood up.

"We naturally can't find him when we find him. We will find him in a quiet place."

An An Qisheng said, picking up the steps.

The two turned left and right in Taihe Palace, and as soon as Yu Guang skimmed, they saw a man in a gazebo not far away.

"I've seen the chief."

Luan Qisheng saluted with a fist.

Wu Fengming Tao looked respectfully: "The pictographic fist Feng Mingtao, meet the great master."

"You are welcome."

Peaceful people waved their hands, UU reading www.uukanshu.com let the two come over to sit.

He didn't sell him. As soon as the two sat down, they spoke directly:

"Three hundred years ago, Mr. Gu contacted all boxing masters to establish the martial arts headquarters. After years of discussion, he set the state of boxing practice, which is what you know, bright, dark, hua, dan, 罡, god!"

"The increase of the six realms is our control and improvement of our own body. We integrate the muscles of the bones and muscles, use the dark muscles flexibly, the muscles are one inch long, the strength is infinite, the energy is transparent, the mosquitoes cannot fall. The strength is not leaking, although it is to the nail, the physical strength is not declining ... "

Jiechen Taoists have simple words, and introduced the six realms of boxing to the two with the shortest words.

They were all involved in these things, but they listened quietly.

"Boxing is the technique of attack, the method of killing, the method of violence, the way of strengthening ... but it is not the way of longevity."

Speaking of this, the utterly quiet person said:

"Long-term life has been long-cherished, since Xiaoyao has been what my Daxuan people have been pursuing since ancient times, from the emperor to the emperor, down to the mountain wild people, Mo Neng is an exception.

In the past three hundred years, science and technology have changed with each passing day, can go to the sky, can enter the ground, can cross the sea, and can even explore the starry sky ... Boxing is rooted in the big tree of the military and naturally has made great progress.

Then, some people want to use the power of technology to achieve individual sublimation, explore the way forward, and achieve longevity. "

"This person is Mulong City?"

Wu Anqisheng moved.

"It's Mulong City, it's also a beggar, but it's not just them ..."

Peerless man sighed gently:

"I sacrifice my life today, and Mu Longcheng sacrifice himself for the road ahead."