Shifang Wusheng

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He chose defense all the way.Only in this way can the greatest power of the secret technique of rank five dragon's breath be brought into full play.

Up to now, his physical strength, whether it is speed, strength, or other qualities, has reached the level of a real true blood master.

But that's the end of it.

The limit of natural growth of true blood is here.

Next, Wei He needs to work hard on his own realm.

Walking out of the hall slowly, Wei He looked up at the bright blue sky and white clouds.

The soft sunlight divides the courtyard of the Taoist temple into two, and fine sycamore hairs are flying down.

A few white-headed and brown-tailed tits were jumping up and down on the fence, singing crisply.

Wei He took out the token given to him by Bai Ling back then, and gently removed the seal Zhenjin on it.

Suddenly, a white light flashed on the surface of the token, and then a crack opened slightly.

Wei He didn't move, just stood there and waited slowly.

After about ten minutes.

Suddenly, there was a steady knock on the door.

dong dong dong.

"Enter." Wei He put away the token and looked up at the gate of the courtyard.

The door was unlocked, and with a quick click, it was pushed open from the outside.

A tall man in white with a stern face walked slowly through the door.

The man raised his head, revealing the face of the white antelope demon king that Wei He had seen in Linzhou a hundred years ago.

The distance between the two was several meters, and the white antelope stood still.

His face showed deep fatigue, doubts, unwillingness, and other complex emotions.

It seems that he has suffered a lot over the years.There are also some faint wrinkles on the face.

"The demon king will also be the youngest?" Wei He said softly.

"Of course, but I was caused by other reasons." Bai Ling explained briefly.

He looked up at Wei He firmly.

"Can we sit down and talk?"

"Of course." Wei He nodded.

After a while.

Inside the Taoist temple, a man and a demon sit facing each other, and a pot of ginger tea boiled in a stoneware pot is placed on the stone table in the middle.

The white antelope sat on the seat, watching the lingering steam of tea.

"I thought it would be a few years before you showed up. So I went to the imperial tomb before."

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Wei He glanced at him.

"The mist has disappeared. You should feel it too, right?" Bai Ling said in a deep voice.

"What does this have to do with me?" Wei He looked calm.

"I'm here to ask you if you can make the rest of the energy into mist. Can you make such a transformation organization?" Bai Ling's eyes were bright at this time, staring at Wei He seriously.

"No way." Wei Hefei didn't try.

Solar radiation, wind energy, some chemical energy, etc., cannot transform virtual fog.

It can't be transformed into true qi either.

The only thing he can move freely now is half of his body in the martial art of flesh and blood.

The remaining half of the body is the original body that has entered the level of true blood master.

Wei He used flesh and blood martial arts to replace his body step by step, all of which were carried out after the flesh and blood cells were strengthened to the corresponding strength.

Using real strength and real blood, Wei He can easily combine spiritual power to sort out all the techniques of the Quanzhen level of flesh and blood martial arts.

Now half of his fleshy body is no worse than the original body.

Except for the inability to use some of the original natural abilities of the true blood, the rest is no different from before.

Even because of the special evolution of Flesh and Flesh Martial Arts, Wei He's ability to adapt to the surroundings is even stronger now.Don't worry about not replenishing after consumption.

"The mist is gone, what are your plans next?" Wei He asked aloud.

The white antelope closed its eyes and remained silent.

He didn't open his eyes until Wei He called him several times.

"I imitated your thinking and created a special protective layer with extremely high density on the surface of the body, which can isolate the flow of demon power in the body.

After not replenishing, the demon power on my body is used a little less.Can only endure.Moreover, I am not as perfect as your method... The power goes away a bit fast. "

His current situation is similar to that of Wei He before.

"Where's Huayue?" Wei He asked.

"She is not reconciled. She is still exploring the ruins, trying to find a new way out. In addition, Xu Hai has also disappeared..."

The white antelope sighed softly.

In the past 100 years, in order to find a way to restore the mist, they have thought of many, many ways.

But unfortunately...

"Where's the spiritual power?" Wei He asked again.

"..." Bai Ling shook his head, but didn't make a sound.

Although spiritual power is only an extension of consciousness and is not affected by the outside world, whether or not one has spiritual power talent is determined by each individual from birth.

Moreover, spiritual power does not have the effect of prolonging life.

The reason why spirit race monsters can live long is also because they use spiritual power to combine with mist to transform themselves.

"By the way, our three Linzhou clans are leaving." Bai Ling said softly.

"Where?"

"We have jointly opened the entrance to the higher Realm, the Realm of Lingering Wind. There is still mist there that has not dissipated."

For a moment both fell silent.

"I'm not going in." Bai Ling continued. "That's just lingering. I don't want to just admit defeat and leave here. Neither does Huayue."

"Really, then... I look forward to seeing you again soon."

"Thank you."

The white antelope picked up the teapot, raised its head and drank it in one gulp, then turned around and strode away.

From the beginning to the end, Wei He never mentioned the matter of flesh and blood martial arts.

In the final analysis, he and the white antelope are not the same kind of people, they are just a temporary cooperation.

Moreover, the martial art of flesh and blood is not perfect, and it is extremely dangerous.Even if he has a good relationship with Bai Ling, he will not pass it on easily.

Sitting alone at the table, Wei He didn't get up for a long time.

He felt that this world was gradually fading away from the extraordinary.

Be it True Qi or Void Mist, they are just outdated products of the changing times.

Looking at the teapot on the table, Wei He looked up at the bright sky, but his heart seemed empty.

Finally, after a long time, he stood up.

The flesh and blood on the left half of the body, like flowing water, melted, covered the whole body, and then reshaped the new facial shape.

Soon, like many years ago, his earliest appearance, when he was still at Tianyinmen, reappeared on his body.

Except for the pale skin, he looks exactly like an ordinary man in his twenties.

Not handsome, nor distinctive, the only thing that can be called a mark is that his temperament is slightly cold.

In Flesh and Flesh Martial Arts, even the complexion of the skin returned to normal.

He planned to go down the mountain to see how the Wei family is doing, and how the Xuanmiaozong is doing.

Look at everything in the past, and how much residual memory it looked like.

As for practice, without the transformation of the mist, he only needs to cultivate his spiritual power.You can practice spiritual power anywhere, and there are no other constraints.

At least until his whole body is [-]% flesh and blood, he won't have any bottlenecks.

The reason why he lives in the deep mountains is that it is convenient for him to study something else without being disturbed by others.

Wei He simply packed up his things, took a bag of luggage, looked back at the Taoist temple that had accompanied him for a hundred years, turned around, walked out of the courtyard gate, and headed down the mountain.

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Dongzhou Quanzhou City.

Zijinhua Children's Dance Training Center.

In front of the large floor-to-ceiling mirror, a slender woman in black dance clothes and white pantyhose is raising one hand above her head, standing on tiptoes, her body slightly bent, like a soft crescent moon.

Behind her stood more than 20 little girls in black and white dance costumes.

Among them, the eldest is only 11 years old, and the youngest is only six years old.

"Now, the dance we are going to learn is a simplified version of "Black Light." The woman's voice was clear, not too loud, just enough for all children to hear.

A stereo in the corner plays soft rhythmic music.

"Come with me. Good posture." The woman began to move slowly from side to side.

All the children also started to pose in the same way.Some are crooked, but it can be seen that all the children are very serious.

Alas.

Suddenly, a young child couldn't hold on and fell down.

The woman turned around, went to help him up, comforted him, and helped him get into a good posture.

The woman's name is Ding Luoying, and she is one of the two best gold medal teachers in this training center.

She was originally born in a hidden mountain village, and she practiced martial arts since she was a child. Later, with the rapid development of science and technology outside, many young people in the village could not resist the temptation and went out to study and make a living.

She also came out together.

After successfully graduating from the dance department of the university, relying on his martial arts foundation, he became a dance teacher near his hometown.

It's just that on the surface, although she is a dance teacher, in fact, she has never forgotten what her grandfather taught her back then.

Since she has learned the martial arts of Xuanmiaozong, she is a disciple of Xuanmiaozong.In the future, we must remember our identity and not forget our roots.

Every once in a while, she will also work with another best friend to reorganize many documents left by her grandfather.

"She is the most popular Coach Ding in our center."

At this time outside the dance classroom.

"Coach Ding?" Standing outside the transparent wall of the classroom, the staff of the training center, accompanied by a tall and strong man in black short-sleeved gray trousers, looked in.

The man has an ordinary face, his hair is a little long, tied in a bunch and hangs behind him, and his eyes are a bit vicissitudes.

He obviously looks only in his twenties on the outside, but the look in his eyes seems to be very old.

This person is Wei He who just came down from the Taoist temple.

Following his memories from the beginning, he first found the place where Xuanmiaozong lived in seclusion.As a result, it has become a sparsely populated small village, and no old people I knew before were found in it.

After inquiring, there are only two inheritance genealogies of the Xuanmiao Sect, which are enshrined in the ancestral hall in the village.

As for the generation of Liu Chengxi, his adopted son and others, something seemed to have happened in the middle, and they died of illness very early.

The remaining members of the huge Xuanmiao Sect gradually became less and less scattered over time.

Until now, the genealogy is still there, but the people are no longer familiar people.