Meng Chuan was shocked.

"What is this? I only know that three inches below the navel is the dantian, and there is a space for the dantian, which can nourish the true qi. Why is there a space inside the eyebrows? And the villain here is exactly the same as me?" Meng Chuan was confused and had some speculations, "Since this villain looks the same as me, is it the legendary soul of a human? Or is it formed by my spiritual will? Or is it something unknown?"

"The classics of Jinghu Taoist Temple were distributed in Yuanchu Mountain. The classics of my Meng family have been accumulated over thousands of years. The common sense in practice is considered very complete."

"I have read all the common sense for a long time, and I have never seen any records of the space between the eyebrows." Meng Chuan was puzzled. He liked reading books. He was from the gods and demons family and was very knowledgeable, but he had never even heard of a space between the eyebrows, and there was a small person hidden inside.

Although surprised, Meng Chuan vaguely felt that this should be a good thing.

because……

He had already felt his own transformation.

"This feeling is so wonderful." Meng Chuan closed his eyes, but still easily avoided many items in the bookstore, opened the door and walked out very freely.

He walked to the stone table in the yard with his eyes closed and sat on the stone chair.

"I just closed my eyes, and the surroundings were all ten feet full of slightness." Meng Chuan opened his eyes. It was already dark now, and the naked eye was blurred under the night sky. But his invisible sensing at this moment, the surroundings were extremely clear, and the small burrs on the six feet of a small ant crawling beside the courtyard wall were all "seeing" clearly.

It is clear from the front, back, left, top, and underground, but it is still clear from only three feet deep underground, and the more you go down, the blurry it becomes.

The naked eye can only look ahead, not see behind the head! If it is dark and dull, nothing can be seen.

"I can see ten feet clearly."

"And it can sense a full mile of land around it."

Meng Chuan sat in the courtyard and could clearly sense all the breaths in a mile with himself as the center. The breath of humans, animals, and all living things could sense them.

For example, the aura of my father and Uncle Liu is the strongest in Mengfu in Jinghu.

My father Meng Dajiang has a strong and powerful breath.

Uncle Liu Yebai, his breath is even more illusory.

The other weaker groups of auras of the realm of detachment were the purest of Sister July.

The entire Meng Mansion in Jinghu, and there are also places outside the Meng Mansion...

The further the distance, the more blurry the sensing becomes.

Just like in broad daylight, without any obstacles, you can see far away with your naked eyes, but when the distance is far, you can only see a blurred figure and a blurred dog!

Meng Chuan's induction is the same! His senses are very clear when the distance is close. If the distance is far, he can only know how many people, how many animals, which are stronger and what are weaker. That's all.

If it exceeds a mile range... it will be dark! It cannot be sensed.

"Now, seeing everything in the world is different." Meng Chuan opened his eyes and looked at the various plants in the courtyard. The tiny within ten feet was so wonderful. He felt that the flowers in the fog were vague. Now it is a hundred times clearer! Everything I saw was much more vivid. The flat stone table table in the past can now see too many small pits under the wind and sun.

If you look at the hair from the fallen hair, you will only feel that the hair is very thin and smooth. Now, in the sense of sensing, you can "see" many rough fur on the surface of this hair, just like a branch, with many rough spots and even some wounds.

Everything is more real.

"call out."

Meng Chuan suddenly drew his sword and cut through the sky with one knife.

Meng Chuan looked at his sword, but was a little excited.

"In the past, I couldn't see a flaw in my eyes, a perfect sword... There are so many imperfections now?" Meng Chuan murmured. In the past, he used to look at the sword light with his naked eyes. The sword was too fast, and no matter how powerful he was, he could only see clearly. He felt that this sword was good enough! Now, with the sensing, the sword light was revealed, and the trajectory was a hundred times clearer.

Every inconsistency of the knife technique that cut through the sky was extremely clear. This made Meng Chuan immediately discover the imperfection of the knife light.

As a person who is obsessed with painting, pursuing beauty is an instinct.

This was imperfect and inconsistent, which made him unable to hold back.

"Practice the sword drawing style." Meng Chuan began to practice the sword drawing style at night.

The body turned into flowing light and slashed out with one knife.

Only by discovering imperfections can you know where to improve.

One knife after another...

Every effort can be better.

One hour, two hours...

Meng Chuan was not tired at all, but was very excited. He felt that the shortcomings of his sword skills were disappearing, and even under the 'induction', it gradually became perfect.

"call out."

Another sword drawing style.

The sword light is like a crescent moon, and it even faintly pulls the power of heaven and earth, making the sword light like a dream and disappear in a flash.

Meng Chuan, who used his body skills, was 50% faster than usual. He felt the illusion of flying with the wind, and rushed out three feet apart in a flash. He stopped for a while, but his heart was very hot: "I felt the existence of 'power', it was still a little short of it, and it was still a little short of it."

"Since I reached the state of unity, I cut off the flying arrows eight thousand times a day, and practiced hard for more than a year and a half, and I finally felt the momentum today."

"I will definitely be able to break through within a few days." Meng Chuan felt that tonight was really beautiful.

He practices the sword drawing style eight thousand times a day, and pursues the earlier chopping of the arrow, so that the traces of the sword energy falling on the tree can continue to move upward. It has an extremely solid foundation and a feeling that integrates it. It is his favorite sword technique and a clear direction... Meng Chuan's cultivation effect over the past year and a half is actually very good, and he is probably more efficient than the ancient god and demon Deng Feng who was at the same age.

After this year and a half, it was not even too far from the "momentum". Although the closer we were to the limit, the slower it was. However, Meng Chuan had worked hard for another year and a half, and it was natural to realize the "momentum".

But the transformation tonight.

He made his sword technique go one step further and he suddenly touched the "momentum".

Breakthrough will naturally be closer.

...

At the fifth hour of Yin, it was still dark.

The morning bell in Dongning Mansion has already ringed, and many people who are seeking life are already waiting outside the city gate.

"Boom~~~~" The gate of Dongning Mansion City opened, and hawkers carrying goods and those who came into the city to sell coolies entered the city one after another. At this time, two figures were mixed in the crowd and easily entered the city.

"I haven't been to the city for half a year. Second brother, I must play well this time when I enter the city. I'm almost sick in the mountains." When the two entered the city, a fat man wearing a hat laughed.

"Okay, okay, go and do the important business first, and exchange all the treasures for silver bills! After the important business, we will play slowly and go back to the village for ten days." said another bearded man.

...

Meng Chuan practiced the sword technique all night and finally stopped.

From the night to the dawn, he was not tired of energy and his body. He practiced the sword technique for more than four hours, and his stomach was roaring.

I brush my teeth and wash my face first, and then I go for breakfast.

"Hosh." Meng Chuan held a big bowl of porridge, took a few big sips, and then started to chew with the dough cakes.

After eating three large noodles, my father Meng Dajiang walked into the hall and smiled and said, "Chuan'er, it's quite early to have breakfast today."

"It's okay."

Meng Chuan nodded and ate comfortably, "By the way, Dad, I'll tell you something later."

"I won't say it at the dinner table, I'll say it later?" Meng Dajiang smiled, "It's mysterious."

Meng Chuan smiled and said to the maid beside him: "Another big bowl of porridge."
Chapter completed!