The moment Wei Yang recovered his tendons and veins, he felt the cut off true energy rushing out of various acupoints, quickly mobilizing internal force from the five internal organs, and connecting the pure qi in the three dantians, quickly wandering around a large circle in his body. While the cut off tendons and veins everywhere recovered rapidly, they even tended to be gradually strengthened.

After the three great circumferences came down, Wei Yang dared to be sure, and Elder Wen would never be able to cut it off with his skills just now.

What made him most happy was that his body seemed to be rebuilt in a small way. Because of the cold winter, his body was lazy and he was not allowed to move too much, and his laziness was wiped out!

This is not just a feeling gain.

"When you come this time, your internal strength is naturally worthy of appreciation, but the reinforcement of acupoints is the most fortunate thing." Wei Yang thought to himself, "But do you think I am masochist when you come this time every day?"

"You guys are busy, I'll go back and experience it again." Wei Yang bowed to the four people who had been silent for a long time.

He felt refreshed, but Elder Kewen felt discouraged.

Are all the teenagers these days so strong?

"Elder Hao, come on, I will show you the broken bone hand, so you can't stand it." Elder Wen suspected his skills.

Elder Hao sneered: "I will give you a try?"

Then why does that kid feel comfortable?

Elder Wen grabbed his calves suspiciously...

"Fuck! It hurts so much." Elder Wen held his calves and turned around the kang.

Wei Yang laughed in his heart, and when he returned to his room, he saw Ding Jianshi Lingwei eating. Both of them looked at him with a perverted look.

How?

"You can tolerate even the hands of the muscles and bones. Xiaolang is such a ruthless trick." Shi Lingwei asked, "What does it feel?"

Wei Yang thought about it. When Elder Wen had just taught, he remembered all the way. He must have been not very skillful in using it, so he said, "Senior, I'll try to understand it for you."

roll!

After dinner, Ding Jian raised his sword and said, "I have come up with a few ways to crack your evil-repelling sword technique. If you make it faster, let's try again."

Wei Yang lifted a short stick and stabbed it straight, Ding Jian wanted to hold it up, but he saw nothing in front of him. The short stick poked his spine from behind. He didn't turn around immediately, but fell down and turned around and turned around for three consecutive swords, one sword faster than the other.

But no matter how fast the sword technique was, it was not as fast as the evil-proof sword technique. Wei Yang moved his feet and came to Ding Jian's head again, and another sword stabbed him in the eyebrows.

Ding Jian had no choice but to roll and sweep with a sword.

Shi Lingwei smiled and said, "Brother Ding, you lost again."

Wei Yang did not jump up, so Ding Jian could not use his next sword technique. He felt like a thorn behind his back. The long sword in his hand could neither turn back nor spread the sword shadow - otherwise he would have to be poked into the big hole. He had to slap his left hand and slap it in the palm of Wei Yang with a snap. Both of them jumped out of the battle circle, which was won by Ding Jian's decades of internal skills.

But he lost again in swordsmanship.

"It's incomparable." Ding Jian said distressedly, "Xiao Lang's moves are too unreasonable to play cards. Why don't you jump up?"

Wei Yang said: "I am the floor flowing method."

How to say it?

"Fisting, the hands are two doors, one root under the feet, and when people are in the air, they will have flaws in breathing. If there is a flaw, they will be used by the enemy. If they can't jump up, they won't jump up unless they have to. Why do you jump up?" Wei Yang said, "It's just a pity that this step is not very fast, and the upper limit of this sword technique is limited. It may be very useful for group battles, that is, to clean up soldiers. But if you fight with a master, especially an opponent with strong internal strength, if this sword technique lasts for hundreds of moves, you will have to be beaten later."

He thought carefully and said, "I always feel that this sword technique can only be considered as a second-rate sword technique. It seems to be a quick version of martial arts. If you practice it urgently, you can go on a rampant role, but if you want to study it for a lifetime, it would be too shallow."

In my heart, I thought, "My nameless martial arts activate this sword technique. With my internal skills that I have only practiced for a year, I can be faster than Yue Buqun. It can be seen that this sword technique is not as profound as my nameless martial arts. In terms of depth, it is really not as profound as the Huashan School's sword technique - it only takes a very short time, and you can quickly become a master of swordsmanship in a short time."

Then I thought to myself: "Yue Buqun is under too much pressure, and I have to choose the evil-repelling sword technique. I don't have to be eager for quick success or instant benefits."

At this moment, he became more and more aware that the exquisite sword moves are certainly a great thing, but internal strength is the king.

"Even if Linghu Chong practiced the Nine Swords of Dugu, it was like that in the early stage. Later, he learned the "Yi Jin Jing" and was only considered a first-class master after about twenty years. I can't walk the path he has taken." After a firm thought, Wei Yang silently used his internal strength. This time, he pulled his true energy to circle the joint acupoint that had just been cut off for a long time, and gradually felt the pain completely disappear. The joint acupoint also had a half-hard gain, so he was satisfied and stood up to practice the sword technique. After lunch, he practiced the sword technique again.

In the evening, Wei Yang practiced his marksmanship with a stick that was one head taller than him. At night, he practiced calligraphy with ink, and still used the pen as a sword, the pen as a gun, and even the pen as himself. He copied the "Pinlin Sticker" given by the little princess on paper, and realized the tremendous power in civilization.

In this way, two days later, Wei Yang got up early to practice martial arts. After completing his sword skills, a wisp of hot air above his head was three inches, as if it was spiral, and it condensed but did not dissipate. In the morning light, he could only see purple air on his face.

Suddenly, Elder Wen said, "This is just a small achievement of internal strength. Although it is considered a success in learning, if the cold wind cannot soak the body without being cold, the snow flakes fall but not melt, and even the power is emitted, and the snow flakes do not fall but not falling, then it cannot be considered a great achievement of internal strength, nor is it a first-class expert."

Wei Yang nodded and said, "Then you must pursue it tirelessly, but I am still young, so there is no hurry."

Elder Wen smiled and said, "You must proceed step by step, and you will have a day of success if you are not arrogant or impatient."

After a while, the employees started working and jumped as usual, "I was hit by youth." However, Feng Wu was shy and never jumped in front of others. When she went out, her face turned red. She was wearing a goose yellow skirt, which made her skin look like snow. I thought she had gotten up early, so I learned it in the house. When she went out, she also watched others dance, and she smiled and looked at her with a warm smile.

"Huanyuanquan is indeed an extremely powerful internal skill, but if you have to practice it all year round, it may not be able to create a master, but it is amazing to strengthen your body, prolong your life, and even eliminate toxins, and stay young." Wei Yang thought to himself and said to several employees, "Over these days, everyone has learned this set of square dance. There are still some ways to go in the future. I will teach you later. But should I improve this word?"

The groom's family protested: "It is enough to be able to write a few words and recognize a few words. I am in my thirties and learn so much..."

"Yes, you are in your thirties, not even as good as me, a child." Wei Yang said dissatisfied, "It's better to dance square dance than you can recognize words. You don't want to learn. What's wrong with that?"

Several women blushed and said that Wei Yang's comments were unintentional, but their family...

Can't stand it!

It should be noted that the oldest is only in their thirties, right?

Wei Yang didn't know anything, and the neighbors were chattering and making noise in the middle of the night, and he drove the Zixia magical power to 80% so low...

Is it? You can't let Wei Xiaolang avoid using Zixia Gong in the middle of the night!
Chapter completed!