Qin Zhengfan made up his mind and went to the courtyard, where he concentrated and read the boxing manual of "Niuhu Liantiquan" twice.

Strange to say, he only read the boxing manual twice, and the moves and diagrams in the boxing manual were deeply imprinted in his mind. Even if he closed his eyes and didn't read the boxing manual, Qin Zhengfan could read the boxing manual.

Playing back page after page, there is no difference at all.

"This..." Qin Zhengfan was shocked at first, then looked surprised.

Qin Zhengfan wants to do scientific research. He doesn't know how much boring information he has to read every day, and he doesn't know how many numbers he has to deal with. If he has such a photographic memory, it will definitely be much easier in the future and he will have more time to do it.

Study and practice things, and even enjoy life.

Soon, Qin Zhengfan suppressed the surprise in his heart and calmed down to imagine the "Iron Bull's Corner" move.

A map clearly appeared in his mind. Qin Zhengfan squatted down slightly without thinking, bent his upper body forward, made fists with both hands, raised them like a pair of horns, and pushed forward suddenly.

When Qin Zhengfan made this movement, he could clearly feel that the muscles and bones all over his body were moving at this moment, and there was power squirming with the ups and downs of the muscles in his legs, rapidly flowing upward, then to his waist, and then to his arms.

"Bang!" A blasting sound caused by the rapid and powerful compression of the air suddenly sounded in the small courtyard in the quiet early morning. Although the sound was actually very small, it was extremely harsh.

Even the orange tree not far from Qin Zhengfan shook a little and dropped several leaves.

Qin Zhengfan couldn't help being startled, and then stared at his fists for a long time. It was hard for him to imagine that he could make a blasting sound when he practiced "Ox Tiger Bone Refining Fist" for the first time.

This shows that he has a strong ability to control the strength of his muscles and bones, which allows his fists to be pushed out like horns, producing a great explosive force, causing air turbulence and making sounds.

"According to the boxing records, it takes at least three to five years of hard training to reach this level. It seems that the fact that I can reach this level for the first time must have a lot to do with the phantom between the eyebrows. It can

It allows me to clearly sense the changes in my body, which naturally makes it easier to control the explosion of muscle and bone strength. However, in addition to the phantom, it also has a lot to do with the skills passed down to me by my master. After all, I am now at the third level of spiritual gathering.

"

Qin Zhengfan quickly figured out the reason and settled down to practice boxing again.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" With fists and feet, the small courtyard soon resounded with bursts of blasting sounds caused by the rapid and powerful compression of the air.

Every time Qin Zhengfan punched, the muscles in his whole body rippled like ocean waves. The strength in his body quickly flowed towards his arms as the muscles rippled, concentrated on his fist, and then burst out with a sudden "bang" sound. The air shook as if it was a sudden explosion.

It's normal to open up.

Not only that, when Qin Zhengfan punched and kicked, all the bones in his body seemed to be moving internally.

Although it cannot be seen with the naked eye, one can faintly feel a terrifying hardness and piercing force, as if his skin and flesh are wrapped not with bones but with steel.

I don’t know when the east has turned red, and the purple-red morning glow is billowing like the roar of an angry sea.

Under the morning sun, a young man who looks rather thin and frail sometimes raises his fists above his head, like the horns of a fierce bull. Sometimes he leaps high and pounces down, giving people a feeling of fierceness and fierceness, like a tiger rushing to eat.

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"Huh!" Qin Zhengfan finally withdrew his fist.

His whole body was dripping with sweat, and his muscles were bulging, full of masculine strength. If it weren't for his fair skin and elegant and delicate temperament, he would look like a strong man of steel.

Qin Zhengfan showed a happy and confident smile on his face.

Last night, he had almost no idea of ​​the power he possessed and how to use it.

Now he not only has a clearer understanding of the power he possesses, but also knows some ways to use it.

Of course, he hasn't had time to study it in depth yet regarding the use of spiritual power.

Even so, if Qin Zhengfan were to face those two murderers again now, he would definitely not feel any less guilty.

Of course, Qin Zhengfan still felt guilty when facing hot weapons.

After taking a shower, Qin Zhengfan felt refreshed and deliberately entered the space between his eyebrows, and found that the shadow was still erratic, giving people a feeling of malaise, as if it was about to disperse at any time.

"It seems that after a lot of energy consumption, it will take at least several hours and even a good sleep to truly recover." Qin Zhengfan was a little disappointed when he saw this. He also thought that he could distinguish between spiritual energy and turbid energy anyway, even if the spiritual energy was stronger at other times.

Thin and turbid, slowly "selecting" can always increase some skills.

Now it seems that this road is naturally impassable.

"This phantom has a mysterious relationship with the Consumption God. Now that I am a spiritual cultivator, I might as well name it a Spirit God." Qin Zhengfan quickly put away his disappointment and gave his Zifu Yuanshen a name.

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The sky has completely brightened.

The quiet fishing village became noisy and lively.

Qin Zhengfan listened to the noise coming from outside and secretly shook his head.

In the past, the fishing village was not so noisy and lively, but since the number of tourists has increased day by day, it has never been quiet again.

However, everything has its own gains and losses. Although it cannot return to the peace and tranquility before, the lives of the villagers are becoming more prosperous day by day.

Qin Zhengfan casually ordered a bowl of noodles, cracked an egg and made breakfast.

After breakfast, Qin Zhengfan sat on a wicker chair under the orange tree in the small courtyard, took out the books his master left for him and studied them carefully.

Although the books left by his master did not contain any records about the space between the eyebrows and the phantom he named the Spirit God, they did contain many other methods related to cultivation, including alchemy, talisman making, formations, and spiritual techniques.

, body refining, and even divination, etc.

Qin Zhengfan is now a young newcomer in the world of spiritual cultivation. Apart from knowing the practice method of "Fire Dragon Transformation Technique", he knows nothing about making spiritual talismans, performing spiritual arts, etc. Naturally, he must seize the time to study it.

Otherwise, if he only has the spiritual power passed down to him by his master, but doesn't know how to use it, wouldn't it be like sitting on a mountain of treasure that he can't access?

Qin Zhengfan is currently looking through the "Elementary Hundred Arts Manual", which records some methods of performing elementary spiritual arts.

"Fireball!" Qin Zhengfan muttered silently in his heart, followed the instructions in the "True Canon", pinched the magic formula, and circulated his spiritual power. Then, a fireball as big as an egg suddenly appeared on his palm, but he

He couldn't feel any pain from being burned by the fire, and he even had a mysterious connection with the fireball, as if the fireball was part of his body.

"It's really amazing!" Qin Zhengfan was surprised and excited when he saw that he had actually transformed into a fireball.

"Get it!" Qin Zhengfan muttered silently again, and the fireball disappeared out of thin air.

Qin Zhengfan performed it several times with great interest, and then continued to delve into other spiritual arts.

Qin Zhengfan could master almost every spiritual technique recorded in the "Elementary Hundred Arts Manual" after reading it a few times. It didn't seem to be difficult, and Qin Zhengfan didn't think there was anything unusual about it.

After all, this is just elementary spiritual magic.

But if Fang Hong was still alive, he would definitely be stunned.

Although elementary spiritual arts are simple, they are definitely difficult spiritual arts for spiritual cultivators at the third level of spiritual gathering. Without years or even decades of hard training, they will never be able to master them. Qin Zhengfan can master them after watching them a few times.

Those who can master it are simply geniuses among geniuses in the world of spiritual cultivation.

Of course, the biggest reason why Qin Zhengfan got started so quickly was that he possessed the Zifu Yuanshen early on.

Time passed quietly while practicing the spiritual technique. When Qin Zhengfan was preparing to practice the next spiritual technique called "A Spark that Starts a Prairie Fire", he suddenly felt a familiar aura fluctuation.
Chapter completed!