In the next three days, this small fishing boat became An Zheng's place to stay. He does one thing repeatedly every day, which is to wash dishes in the kitchen of Qinghuizong. That weirdo seemed to have an incomprehensible mysophobia, or he used it to torture An An for pleasure.
The middle-aged man sitting on the deck said to himself: "I am not treating you well now. You may think that I am targeting you and torturing you on purpose. In fact... you are right, I just want to torture you. ”
When the sound came to the end, An Zheng silently recited a hundred lines of "Fuck you, uncle" in his mind.
The middle-aged man stood up and moved around: "I have tried many things, more than you can imagine."
An Zheng: "But why do I think you did this just because you wanted me to go to the Qinghuizong kitchen to wash the dishes for you?"
"You call me senior? Forget it, if you are willing to call me master, I will give you a peerless skill."
If An Zheng had just washed the dishes, he might not have attracted the attention of the Qinghui Sect, but An Zheng was definitely not an honest person, and his level of strength was not enough for An Zheng to fight for Luo Duoduo's revenge, but he could always cause trouble. .
The middle-aged man looked like he wanted to be beaten: "You don't have to go."
The middle-aged man sitting on the deck said to himself: "I am not treating you well now. You may think that I am targeting you and torturing you on purpose. In fact... you are right, I just want to torture you. ”
Every time he went to Qinghuizong's kitchen, An Zheng would do something bad, either adding medicine to the water tank or poisoning the rice. These methods that An Zheng looked down upon in the past can now be used without any qualms in conscience.
The middle-aged man stood up and moved around: "I have tried many things, more than you can imagine."
"Your master? What can your master give you?"
An Zheng: "..."
The structure of the human body is fixed. The stronger the cultivation level, the more the original meridians and energy channels will be broadened. There is no such thing as developing new energy channels in the body.
Just when An Zheng was about to say something, he made a shut-up gesture towards An Zheng: "I'm not begging you, you can leave at any time. If you have other ways to find out the whereabouts of that beautiful girl of yours, it's your death. The stalker insists on following me."
The middle-aged man looked at the hourglass and saw that almost two-thirds of it had just leaked out. In less than eight hours, An Zheng had done it.
After sleeping for half an hour, An Zheng was unable to comply with the middle-aged man's request. But An Zheng was unwilling to give in. It was not An Zheng's style to admit defeat so quickly.
The middle-aged man had the same cold and indifferent attitude as always, but he had many tricks in torturing An Zheng. An Zheng endured all this in order to get news about Xiaoliu'er and the others.
To kill evildoers is to do good.
After lunch, An Zheng couldn't help but look at the guy sadly: "With your strength, you will be fine even if you don't eat for the rest of your life. Why do you eat three times a day like this?"
"Go wash the dishes, then come back and squat on the bow of the boat for three hours."
The middle-aged man took a nap and seemed to be dreaming. In the dream, he kept singing a very strange song, with only a few lines going back and forth.
So he planned to sleep for forty-eight hours. Sleeping was the best way for him to spend his time anyway.
An Zheng's mind was racing rapidly, but no matter how he thought about it, it seemed to be an unsolvable matter. The so-called practice of practitioners is not just based on certain exercises. Breathing and exhaling must take up a certain amount of time. Breathing is necessary to replenish the consumed power of cultivation and ensure the smooth movement of the true energy in the body.
What if you don’t breathe through your nose
It is a pity that although the Qinghui Sect is not a big sect, the strength of the sect leader Li Qingfeng is much higher than that of An Zheng in the Little Saint Realm. Whether it is drugging or poisoning, it has no meaning to Li Qingfeng.
After returning from Qinghui Sect, An Zheng was doing the squatting horse stance. He didn't know the meaning of this, but An Zheng knew that this guy was helping him. I don't know the identity of the other party, nor the origin of the other party, but judging from the current situation, although the other party's every move is annoying, it is of great help to An Zheng. So even though An Zheng didn't understand why he had to squat on horseback, he still did it and didn't move for three hours.
When the sound came to the end, An Zheng silently recited a hundred lines of "Fuck you, uncle" in his mind.
The middle-aged man had the same cold and indifferent attitude as always, but he had many tricks in torturing An Zheng. An Zheng endured all this in order to get news about Xiaoliu'er and the others.
He suddenly said these four words with a handsome eyebrow, seeming a little disappointed.
"Then he is also my master."
After lunch, An Zheng couldn't help but look at the guy sadly: "With your strength, you will be fine even if you don't eat for the rest of your life. Why do you eat three times a day like this?"
The middle-aged man took a nap and seemed to be dreaming. In the dream, he kept singing a very strange song, with only a few lines going back and forth.
An Zheng: "There is a river in front of you. If you don't use your skills to jump in, it may only take a few minutes."
If you hold your breath and don't move, your true energy won't move. If the true Qi is moving, there must be breathing.
An Zheng vaguely sensed some sadness and sadness in the tone of this man's words. The atmosphere also became depressing, so An Zheng planned to change the topic to ease it: "Senior, why did you make me squat on horseback for three hours?"
He determined that with An Zheng's posture and cultivation level, it would take at least twelve hours to try something, at least thirty-six hours to open a new energy channel in the body, and at least forty-eight hours to replace the pores. Nose and mouth to breathe.
The middle-aged man glanced at An Zheng and said earnestly: "Eating is the most basic right given to humans by God. If you give up eating, what's the point of being a human being?"
The middle-aged man grilled meat with An Zheng's things, drank wine, and ate snacks, feeling satisfied. After looking at the bubbles that were still rising under his bed, he lay down again and prepared to sleep.
So he planned to sleep for forty-eight hours. Sleeping was the best way for him to spend his time anyway.
"You call me senior? Forget it, if you are willing to call me master, I will give you a peerless skill."
An Zheng was stunned: "You are sick, and you have even tried this."
The middle-aged man looked like he wanted to be beaten: "You don't have to go."
An Zheng: "If I can beat you..."
An Zheng: "But why do I think you did this just because you wanted me to go to the Qinghuizong kitchen to wash the dishes for you?"
"I'm not dead yet?"
As he turned over, he took out an hourglass and placed it on the deck. It will take twelve hours for the hourglass to drain completely.
The middle-aged man looked like he wanted to be beaten: "You don't have to go."
If An Zheng had just washed the dishes, he might not have attracted the attention of the Qinghui Sect, but An Zheng was definitely not an honest person, and his level of strength was not enough for An Zheng to fight for Luo Duoduo's revenge, but he could always cause trouble. .
The middle-aged man stood up and moved around: "I have tried many things, more than you can imagine."
He couldn't stop shaking his hand, and all the wine, food, and all kinds of delicious food inside fell out. That was the Blood Bead Bracelet, which was connected by blood to An Zheng. Apart from An Zheng, no one else could take out the things in the Blood Bead space so unreasonably. This was a blatant robbery, and he didn't even follow any rules.
"I'm not dead yet?"
The middle-aged man looked like he wanted to be beaten: "You don't have to go."
He couldn't stop shaking his hand, and all the wine, food, and all kinds of delicious food inside fell out. That was the Blood Bead Bracelet, which was connected by blood to An Zheng. Apart from An Zheng, no one else could take out the things in the Blood Bead space so unreasonably. This was a blatant robbery, and he didn't even follow any rules.
An Zheng began to change his mind, and then tried to breathe through the pores on his body instead of his nose. The idea is fine, but implementing it is incredibly difficult. There is no connection between the pores and the lungs. If you want to breathe through the pores, you must forcefully open up many energy channels to connect to the lungs. This is equivalent to forcing yourself to change your body.
"Why?"
What if you don’t breathe through your nose
The middle-aged man looked at the sky, then pointed to the river: "Jump down."
It is a pity that although the Qinghui Sect is not a big sect, the strength of the sect leader Li Qingfeng is much higher than that of An Zheng in the Little Saint Realm. Whether it is drugging or poisoning, it has no meaning to Li Qingfeng.
"I have a master."
Just when An Zheng was about to say something, he made a shut-up gesture towards An Zheng: "I'm not begging you, you can leave at any time. If you have other ways to find out the whereabouts of that beautiful girl of yours, it's your death. The stalker insists on following me."
It is a pity that although the Qinghui Sect is not a big sect, the strength of the sect leader Li Qingfeng is much higher than that of An Zheng in the Little Saint Realm. Whether it is drugging or poisoning, it has no meaning to Li Qingfeng.
Middle-aged man: "Oh, you have quite a wide range of interests."
"What do you mean, senior?"
Immersed in practice, three hours passed quickly. And that guy seemed to have been wound up. He woke up after three hours of sleep, rubbed his eyes, raised his head and looked at the sky.
An Zheng's expression changed: "What on earth do you know? I never told you whether my friend is a boy or a girl."
The middle-aged man snapped his fingers, and An Zheng was immediately shocked on the outside and tender on the inside.
He suddenly said these four words with a handsome eyebrow, seeming a little disappointed.
When he said this, he looked like a wild beast.
"I did, tell me where they are!"
An Zheng: "But why do I think you did this just because you wanted me to go to the Qinghuizong kitchen to wash the dishes for you?"
An Zheng: "But why do I think you did this just because you wanted me to go to the Qinghuizong kitchen to wash the dishes for you?"
The middle-aged man said: "Looking at the lustful look on your face, I know you are not a man."
"I once dreamed of traveling to the end of the world with my sword, but now I just want to go home..."
An Zheng: "But why do I think you did this just because you wanted me to go to the Qinghuizong kitchen to wash the dishes for you?"
An Zheng vaguely sensed some sadness and sadness in the tone of this man's words. The atmosphere also became depressing, so An Zheng planned to change the topic to ease it: "Senior, why did you make me squat on horseback for three hours?"
An Zheng's mind was racing rapidly, but no matter how he thought about it, it seemed to be an unsolvable matter. The so-called practice of practitioners is not just based on certain exercises. Breathing and exhaling must take up a certain amount of time. Breathing is necessary to replenish the consumed power of cultivation and ensure the smooth movement of the true energy in the body.
He didn't know how long he had slept for, but the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes. The next second, An Zheng soared from the water into the sky and landed on the deck with a thud. His breathing was rapid and his eyes were red.
"You call me senior? Forget it, if you are willing to call me master, I will give you a peerless skill."
"Go wash the dishes, then come back and squat on the bow of the boat for three hours."
"What do you think?"
An Zheng: "There is a man."
An Zheng felt like his skin was going to explode.
An Zheng: "..."
"I have a master."
"Your master? What can your master give you?"
Middle-aged man: "Oh, you have quite a wide range of interests."
An Zheng answered neatly: "If you have a master, you can no longer recognize others as your master."
The middle-aged man snapped his fingers, and An Zheng was immediately shocked on the outside and tender on the inside.
The middle-aged man sitting on the deck said to himself: "I am not treating you well now. You may think that I am targeting you and torturing you on purpose. In fact... you are right, I just want to torture you. ”
The structure of the human body is fixed. The stronger the cultivation level, the more the original meridians and energy channels will be broadened. There is no such thing as developing new energy channels in the body.
He suddenly said these four words with a handsome eyebrow, seeming a little disappointed.
An Zheng: "If I can beat you..."
An Zheng began to change his mind, and then tried to breathe through the pores on his body instead of his nose. The idea is fine, but implementing it is incredibly difficult. There is no connection between the pores and the lungs. If you want to breathe through the pores, you must forcefully open up many energy channels to connect to the lungs. This is equivalent to forcing yourself to change your body.
An Zheng jumped into the water with a thud, pressing his body downwards and sinking under the water. It seemed that the river was not big, and the river surface was only a few dozen meters wide. However, he didn't expect it to be so deep. An Zheng sank for a full sixty or seventy meters before reaching the bottom. Then An Zheng knew that he had been tricked.
The middle-aged man looked at the sky, then pointed to the river: "Jump down."
In the next three days, this small fishing boat became An Zheng's place to stay. He does one thing repeatedly every day, which is to wash dishes in the kitchen of Qinghuizong. That weirdo seemed to have an incomprehensible mysophobia, or he used it to torture An An for pleasure.
The middle-aged man snapped his fingers, and An Zheng was immediately shocked on the outside and tender on the inside.
"Horse stance?"
"I'm not dead yet?"
What if you don’t breathe through your nose
The middle-aged man said: "Looking at the lustful look on your face, I know you are not a man."
An Zheng: "..."
When he said this, he looked like a wild beast.
An Zheng's expression changed: "What on earth do you know? I never told you whether my friend is a boy or a girl."
"Go wash the dishes, then come back and squat on the bow of the boat for three hours."
"Then he is also my master."
It is a pity that although the Qinghui Sect is not a big sect, the strength of the sect leader Li Qingfeng is much higher than that of An Zheng in the Little Saint Realm. Whether it is drugging or poisoning, it has no meaning to Li Qingfeng.
"I hope senior will keep his word."
"Horse stance?"
Middle-aged man: "Oh, you have quite a wide range of interests."
If An Zheng had just washed the dishes, he might not have attracted the attention of the Qinghui Sect, but An Zheng was definitely not an honest person, and his level of strength was not enough for An Zheng to fight for Luo Duoduo's revenge, but he could always cause trouble. .
"Horse stance?"
"You call me senior? Forget it, if you are willing to call me master, I will give you a peerless skill."
It is a pity that although the Qinghui Sect is not a big sect, the strength of the sect leader Li Qingfeng is much higher than that of An Zheng in the Little Saint Realm. Whether it is drugging or poisoning, it has no meaning to Li Qingfeng.
"immediately."
In the next three days, this small fishing boat became An Zheng's place to stay. He does one thing repeatedly every day, which is to wash dishes in the kitchen of Qinghuizong. That weirdo seemed to have an incomprehensible mysophobia, or he used it to torture An An for pleasure.
On the boat, the middle-aged man looked at the bubbles rising from the water and shook his head slightly: "The foundation is really bad. It's so bad that people want to give up."
"I did, tell me where they are!"
When the sound came to the end, An Zheng silently recited a hundred lines of "Fuck you, uncle" in his mind.
"I'm not dead yet?"
The middle-aged man said in a strange tone: "You think I haven't tried it?"
Every time he went to Qinghuizong's kitchen, An Zheng would do something bad, either adding medicine to the water tank or poisoning the rice. These methods that An Zheng looked down upon in the past can now be used without any qualms in conscience.
The middle-aged man snapped his fingers, and An Zheng was immediately shocked on the outside and tender on the inside.
An Zheng sighed and ran back and forth for at least a hundred miles with two bowls. But An Zheng found that the changes in the past three days were really huge, and the Wuzi Kung Fu was already quietly changing him. An Zheng could notice that his improvement in speed could be described as a leap. Although the wordless technique looks rough, once you get started, the more you practice it, the more mysterious it becomes.
An Zheng sighed and ran back and forth for at least a hundred miles with two bowls. But An Zheng found that the changes in the past three days were really huge, and the Wuzi Kung Fu was already quietly changing him. An Zheng could notice that his improvement in speed could be described as a leap. Although the wordless technique looks rough, once you get started, the more you practice it, the more mysterious it becomes.
After sleeping for half an hour, An Zheng was unable to comply with the middle-aged man's request. But An Zheng was unwilling to give in. It was not An Zheng's style to admit defeat so quickly.
"Forget it, let's get back to Ma Bu."
"I hope senior will keep his word."
"I did, tell me where they are!"
The middle-aged man looked like he wanted to be beaten: "You don't have to go."
Three hours of horse walking was nothing to An Zheng, but the time was a bit difficult, so he began to recall the images of the Wuzi technique in his mind, and then thought of a wonderful way to breathe while running. How to flow, how the blood runs, he deliberately speeds up, making himself feel like running even when the horse is stationary, and the movement of breath and blood are no different. In this way, you can also practice the wordless technique.
After returning from Qinghui Sect, An Zheng was doing the squatting horse stance. He didn't know the meaning of this, but An Zheng knew that this guy was helping him. I don't know the identity of the other party, nor the origin of the other party, but judging from the current situation, although the other party's every move is annoying, it is of great help to An Zheng. So even though An Zheng didn't understand why he had to squat on horseback, he still did it and didn't move for three hours.
What if you don’t breathe through your nose
He didn't know how long he had slept for, but the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes. The next second, An Zheng soared from the water into the sky and landed on the deck with a thud. His breathing was rapid and his eyes were red.
"immediately."
After returning from Qinghui Sect, An Zheng was doing the squatting horse stance. He didn't know the meaning of this, but An Zheng knew that this guy was helping him. I don't know the identity of the other party, nor the origin of the other party, but judging from the current situation, although the other party's every move is annoying, it is of great help to An Zheng. So even though An Zheng didn't understand why he had to squat on horseback, he still did it and didn't move for three hours.
If you hold your breath and don't move, your true energy won't move. If the true Qi is moving, there must be breathing.
The middle-aged man took a nap and seemed to be dreaming. In the dream, he kept singing a very strange song, with only a few lines going back and forth.
"Senior probably wants me to practice calmly and calmly. I can feel your kindness."
"I have a master."
After sleeping for half an hour, An Zheng was unable to comply with the middle-aged man's request. But An Zheng was unwilling to give in. It was not An Zheng's style to admit defeat so quickly.
"Then he is also my master."
He determined that with An Zheng's posture and cultivation level, it would take at least twelve hours to try something, at least thirty-six hours to open a new energy channel in the body, and at least forty-eight hours to replace the pores. Nose and mouth to breathe.
Every time he went to Qinghuizong's kitchen, An Zheng would do something bad, either adding medicine to the water tank or poisoning the rice. These methods that An Zheng looked down upon in the past can now be used without any qualms in conscience.
"It's meaningless for you to carry these things. Using these things with your current strength is a blasphemy. I will keep the things for you first. When I think you are qualified to use these magic weapons, I will return them to you. Yes. If a cultivator carries too many top-quality magic weapons, he will naturally become dependent on you. If you are like this... concentrate on knowing the whereabouts of your friends, then you will meet my requirements. "
"Your master? What can your master give you?"
"I once dreamed of traveling to the end of the world with my sword, but now I just want to go home..."
Middle-aged man: "Oh, you have quite a wide range of interests."
An Zheng: "If I can beat you..."
Immersed in practice, three hours passed quickly. And that guy seemed to have been wound up. He woke up after three hours of sleep, rubbed his eyes, raised his head and looked at the sky.
Three hours of horse walking was nothing to An Zheng, but the time was a bit difficult, so he began to recall the images of the Wuzi technique in his mind, and then thought of a wonderful way to breathe while running. How to flow, how the blood runs, he deliberately speeds up, making himself feel like running even when the horse is stationary, and the movement of breath and blood are no different. In this way, you can also practice the wordless technique.
The middle-aged man looked at the bubbles that were still rising under the water. He suddenly snapped his fingers, and the water began to boil. Long purple electric dragons rolled in the water. It didn't take long for the temperature of the water to reach the boiling point.
"Why?"
After lunch, An Zheng couldn't help but look at the guy sadly: "With your strength, you will be fine even if you don't eat for the rest of your life. Why do you eat three times a day like this?"
Immersed in practice, three hours passed quickly. And that guy seemed to have been wound up. He woke up after three hours of sleep, rubbed his eyes, raised his head and looked at the sky.
An Zheng jumped into the water with a thud, pressing his body downwards and sinking under the water. It seemed that the river was not big, and the river surface was only a few dozen meters wide. However, he didn't expect it to be so deep. An Zheng sank for a full sixty or seventy meters before reaching the bottom. Then An Zheng knew that he had been tricked.
He determined that with An Zheng's posture and cultivation level, it would take at least twelve hours to try something, at least thirty-six hours to open a new energy channel in the body, and at least forty-eight hours to replace the pores. Nose and mouth to breathe.
An Zheng's expression changed: "What on earth do you know? I never told you whether my friend is a boy or a girl."
"What do you think?"
"While holding your breath at the bottom of the river, the true energy in your body keeps running. When you can do it, I will tell you where that beautiful girl is."
"I'm not dead yet?"
"Your master? What can your master give you?"
After returning from Qinghui Sect, An Zheng was doing the squatting horse stance. He didn't know the meaning of this, but An Zheng knew that this guy was helping him. I don't know the identity of the other party, nor the origin of the other party, but judging from the current situation, although the other party's every move is annoying, it is of great help to An Zheng. So even though An Zheng didn't understand why he had to squat on horseback, he still did it and didn't move for three hours.
He suddenly said these four words with a handsome eyebrow, seeming a little disappointed.
But An Zheng is a person who refuses to give up easily. Once he finds a direction, he dives in headlong and thinks of a solution even if it means breaking his head.
If An Zheng had just washed the dishes, he might not have attracted the attention of the Qinghui Sect, but An Zheng was definitely not an honest person, and his level of strength was not enough for An Zheng to fight for Luo Duoduo's revenge, but he could always cause trouble. .
"I'm not dead yet?"
An Zheng felt like his skin was going to explode.
In the next three days, this small fishing boat became An Zheng's place to stay. He does one thing repeatedly every day, which is to wash dishes in the kitchen of Qinghuizong. That weirdo seemed to have an incomprehensible mysophobia, or he used it to torture An An for pleasure.
"What do you mean, senior?"
"You call me senior? Forget it, if you are willing to call me master, I will give you a peerless skill."
The middle-aged man said in a strange tone: "You think I haven't tried it?"
An Zheng: "There is a river in front of you. If you don't use your skills to jump in, it may only take a few minutes."
If you hold your breath and don't move, your true energy won't move. If the true Qi is moving, there must be breathing.
An Zheng jumped into the water with a thud, pressing his body downwards and sinking under the water. It seemed that the river was not big, and the river surface was only a few dozen meters wide. However, he didn't expect it to be so deep. An Zheng sank for a full sixty or seventy meters before reaching the bottom. Then An Zheng knew that he had been tricked.
He shrugged his shoulders, explored the space of An Zheng's blood bead bracelet, and was suddenly pleasantly surprised.
"Senior probably wants me to practice calmly and calmly. I can feel your kindness."
The middle-aged man said in a strange tone: "You think I haven't tried it?"
An Zheng vaguely sensed some sadness and sadness in the tone of this man's words. The atmosphere also became depressing, so An Zheng planned to change the topic to ease it: "Senior, why did you make me squat on horseback for three hours?"
"Horse stance?"
An Zheng was stunned: "You are sick, and you have even tried this."
"Forget it, let's get back to Ma Bu."
"Go wash the dishes, then come back and squat on the bow of the boat for three hours."
The middle-aged man stood up and moved around: "I have tried many things, more than you can imagine."
"What do you think?"
He suddenly said these four words with a handsome eyebrow, seeming a little disappointed.
He suddenly said these four words with a handsome eyebrow, seeming a little disappointed.
Every time he went to Qinghuizong's kitchen, An Zheng would do something bad, either adding medicine to the water tank or poisoning the rice. These methods that An Zheng looked down upon in the past can now be used without any qualms in conscience.
An Zheng vaguely sensed some sadness and sadness in the tone of this man's words. The atmosphere also became depressing, so An Zheng planned to change the topic to ease it: "Senior, why did you make me squat on horseback for three hours?"
The middle-aged man had the same cold and indifferent attitude as always, but he had many tricks in torturing An Zheng. An Zheng endured all this in order to get news about Xiaoliu'er and the others.
He couldn't stop shaking his hand, and all the wine, food, and all kinds of delicious food inside fell out. That was the Blood Bead Bracelet, which was connected by blood to An Zheng. Apart from An Zheng, no one else could take out the things in the Blood Bead space so unreasonably. This was a blatant robbery, and he didn't even follow any rules.
The middle-aged man snapped his fingers, and An Zheng was immediately shocked on the outside and tender on the inside.
"I hope senior will keep his word."
"There's so much inventory."
"immediately."
Every time he went to Qinghuizong's kitchen, An Zheng would do something bad, either adding medicine to the water tank or poisoning the rice. These methods that An Zheng looked down upon in the past can now be used without any qualms in conscience.
"What do you think?"
Immersed in practice, three hours passed quickly. And that guy seemed to have been wound up. He woke up after three hours of sleep, rubbed his eyes, raised his head and looked at the sky.
"I'm not dead yet?"
An Zheng's mind was racing rapidly, but no matter how he thought about it, it seemed to be an unsolvable matter. The so-called practice of practitioners is not just based on certain exercises. Breathing and exhaling must take up a certain amount of time. Breathing is necessary to replenish the consumed power of cultivation and ensure the smooth movement of the true energy in the body.
"Then he is also my master."
An Zheng vaguely sensed some sadness and sadness in the tone of this man's words. The atmosphere also became depressing, so An Zheng planned to change the topic to ease it: "Senior, why did you make me squat on horseback for three hours?"
If An Zheng had just washed the dishes, he might not have attracted the attention of the Qinghui Sect, but An Zheng was definitely not an honest person, and his level of strength was not enough for An Zheng to fight for Luo Duoduo's revenge, but he could always cause trouble. .
"Senior probably wants me to practice calmly and calmly. I can feel your kindness."
The middle-aged man snapped his fingers, and An Zheng was immediately shocked on the outside and tender on the inside.
An Zheng: "If I can beat you..."
If An Zheng had just washed the dishes, he might not have attracted the attention of the Qinghui Sect, but An Zheng was definitely not an honest person, and his level of strength was not enough for An Zheng to fight for Luo Duoduo's revenge, but he could always cause trouble. .
"I hope senior will keep his word."
The middle-aged man said in a strange tone: "You think I haven't tried it?"
Under such deep water, the water pressure is so high that normal people will definitely not be able to bear it. With An Zheng's strength, he could remain submerged in the water for as long as he was holding his breath, but the difficulty was that the true energy in his body could not circulate while he was holding his breath. Breathing is the most basic method of spiritual practice. To make the true energy move, you must breathe. This is a very contradictory thing.
"hehe… "
On the boat, the middle-aged man looked at the bubbles rising from the water and shook his head slightly: "The foundation is really bad. It's so bad that people want to give up."
After lunch, An Zheng couldn't help but look at the guy sadly: "With your strength, you will be fine even if you don't eat for the rest of your life. Why do you eat three times a day like this?"
The middle-aged man said: "Looking at the lustful look on your face, I know you are not a man."
Middle-aged man: "Oh, you have quite a wide range of interests."
An Zheng: "There is a river in front of you. If you don't use your skills to jump in, it may only take a few minutes."
An Zheng: "There is a river in front of you. If you don't use your skills to jump in, it may only take a few minutes."
An Zheng: "If I can beat you..."
"What do you mean, senior?"
"I did, tell me where they are!"
But An Zheng is a person who refuses to give up easily. Once he finds a direction, he dives in headlong and thinks of a solution even if it means breaking his head.
An Zheng jumped into the water with a thud, pressing his body downwards and sinking under the water. It seemed that the river was not big, and the river surface was only a few dozen meters wide. However, he didn't expect it to be so deep. An Zheng sank for a full sixty or seventy meters before reaching the bottom. Then An Zheng knew that he had been tricked.
As he turned over, he took out an hourglass and placed it on the deck. It will take twelve hours for the hourglass to drain completely.
"You call me senior? Forget it, if you are willing to call me master, I will give you a peerless skill."
"I once dreamed of traveling to the end of the world with my sword, but now I just want to go home..."
The middle-aged man said in a strange tone: "You think I haven't tried it?"
The middle-aged man glanced at An Zheng and said, "You are thinking too much. I asked you to squat just because I was afraid that you would disturb my sleep."
On the boat, the middle-aged man looked at the bubbles rising from the water and shook his head slightly: "The foundation is really bad. It's so bad that people want to give up."
What if you don’t breathe through your nose
An Zheng sighed and ran back and forth for at least a hundred miles with two bowls. But An Zheng found that the changes in the past three days were really huge, and the Wuzi Kung Fu was already quietly changing him. An Zheng could notice that his improvement in speed could be described as a leap. Although the wordless technique looks rough, once you get started, the more you practice it, the more mysterious it becomes.
"I have a master."
"I have a master."
"What do you think?"
The middle-aged man looked at the sky, then pointed to the river: "Jump down."
An Zheng answered neatly: "If you have a master, you can no longer recognize others as your master."
It is a pity that although the Qinghui Sect is not a big sect, the strength of the sect leader Li Qingfeng is much higher than that of An Zheng in the Little Saint Realm. Whether it is drugging or poisoning, it has no meaning to Li Qingfeng.
But An Zheng is a person who refuses to give up easily. Once he finds a direction, he dives in headlong and thinks of a solution even if it means breaking his head.
Just when An Zheng was about to say something, he made a shut-up gesture towards An Zheng: "I'm not begging you, you can leave at any time. If you have other ways to find out the whereabouts of that beautiful girl of yours, it's your death. The stalker insists on following me."
An Zheng vaguely sensed some sadness and sadness in the tone of this man's words. The atmosphere also became depressing, so An Zheng planned to change the topic to ease it: "Senior, why did you make me squat on horseback for three hours?"
So he planned to sleep for forty-eight hours. Sleeping was the best way for him to spend his time anyway.
"immediately."
Immersed in practice, three hours passed quickly. And that guy seemed to have been wound up. He woke up after three hours of sleep, rubbed his eyes, raised his head and looked at the sky.
Maybe Chen Xiaoyao is really not a qualified master, but in the world of martial arts, as long as you recognize your master, it will be a lifelong matter. Having a master and then recognizing someone else as a master would be betraying the master and treason. An Zheng is not a stickler for rules at heart, but there are some things that are the bottom line and he won't even think about them.
The middle-aged man snapped his fingers, and An Zheng was immediately shocked on the outside and tender on the inside.
"I'm not dead yet?"
The middle-aged man had the same cold and indifferent attitude as always, but he had many tricks in torturing An Zheng. An Zheng endured all this in order to get news about Xiaoliu'er and the others.
An Zheng vaguely sensed some sadness and sadness in the tone of this man's words. The atmosphere also became depressing, so An Zheng planned to change the topic to ease it: "Senior, why did you make me squat on horseback for three hours?"
"Your master? What can your master give you?"
But An Zheng is a person who refuses to give up easily. Once he finds a direction, he dives in headlong and thinks of a solution even if it means breaking his head.
He shrugged his shoulders, explored the space of An Zheng's blood bead bracelet, and was suddenly pleasantly surprised.
Three hours of horse walking was nothing to An Zheng, but the time was a bit difficult, so he began to recall the images of the Wuzi technique in his mind, and then thought of a wonderful way to breathe while running. How to flow, how the blood runs, he deliberately speeds up, making himself feel like running even when the horse is stationary, and the movement of breath and blood are no different. In this way, you can also practice the wordless technique.
"Then he is also my master."
The middle-aged man looked at the hourglass and saw that almost two-thirds of it had just leaked out. In less than eight hours, An Zheng had done it.
"While holding your breath at the bottom of the river, the true energy in your body keeps running. When you can do it, I will tell you where that beautiful girl is."
In the next three days, this small fishing boat became An Zheng's place to stay. He does one thing repeatedly every day, which is to wash dishes in the kitchen of Qinghuizong. That weirdo seemed to have an incomprehensible mysophobia, or he used it to torture An An for pleasure.
The middle-aged man glanced at An Zheng and said, "You are thinking too much. I asked you to squat just because I was afraid that you would disturb my sleep."
"Forget it, let's get back to Ma Bu."
"Horse stance?"
An Zheng vaguely sensed some sadness and sadness in the tone of this man's words. The atmosphere also became depressing, so An Zheng planned to change the topic to ease it: "Senior, why did you make me squat on horseback for three hours?"
"I did, tell me where they are!"
"Then he is also my master."
The middle-aged man sitting on the deck said to himself: "I am not treating you well now. You may think that I am targeting you and torturing you on purpose. In fact... you are right, I just want to torture you. ”
The middle-aged man glanced at An Zheng and said, "You are thinking too much. I asked you to squat just because I was afraid that you would disturb my sleep."
On the boat, the middle-aged man looked at the bubbles rising from the water and shook his head slightly: "The foundation is really bad. It's so bad that people want to give up."
"I hope senior will keep his word."
The middle-aged man glanced at An Zheng and said earnestly: "Eating is the most basic right given to humans by God. If you give up eating, what's the point of being a human being?"
An Zheng: "..."
An Zheng vaguely sensed some sadness and sadness in the tone of this man's words. The atmosphere also became depressing, so An Zheng planned to change the topic to ease it: "Senior, why did you make me squat on horseback for three hours?"
The middle-aged man looked at the bubbles that were still rising under the water. He suddenly snapped his fingers, and the water began to boil. Long purple electric dragons rolled in the water. It didn't take long for the temperature of the water to reach the boiling point.
It is a pity that although the Qinghui Sect is not a big sect, the strength of the sect leader Li Qingfeng is much higher than that of An Zheng in the Little Saint Realm. Whether it is drugging or poisoning, it has no meaning to Li Qingfeng.
The middle-aged man looked like he wanted to be beaten: "You don't have to go."
An Zheng: "There is a river in front of you. If you don't use your skills to jump in, it may only take a few minutes."
The middle-aged man sitting on the deck said to himself: "I am not treating you well now. You may think that I am targeting you and torturing you on purpose. In fact... you are right, I just want to torture you. ”
"I'm not dead yet?"
He suddenly waved his hand, and An Zheng underwater felt his body shake violently. Immediately after, the blood training bead that could not be taken off from his wrist flew out, and soon after, the Anti-Scale Divine Armor also left his body. All his magic weapons were sucked up, and then he heard the guy's voice coming from the water.
The middle-aged man looked at the sky, then pointed to the river: "Jump down."
He was trying every possible means to try how to breathe through his pores. At this time, the water was filled with purple lightning, which was so electric that his skin was about to burst. How could he calm down and think about how to breathe through his pores
An Zheng's expression changed: "What on earth do you know? I never told you whether my friend is a boy or a girl."
In the next three days, this small fishing boat became An Zheng's place to stay. He does one thing repeatedly every day, which is to wash dishes in the kitchen of Qinghuizong. That weirdo seemed to have an incomprehensible mysophobia, or he used it to torture An An for pleasure.
Immersed in practice, three hours passed quickly. And that guy seemed to have been wound up. He woke up after three hours of sleep, rubbed his eyes, raised his head and looked at the sky.
When he said this, he looked like a wild beast.
The middle-aged man looked at the bubbles that were still rising under the water. He suddenly snapped his fingers, and the water began to boil. Long purple electric dragons rolled in the water. It didn't take long for the temperature of the water to reach the boiling point.
"Why?"
Immersed in practice, three hours passed quickly. And that guy seemed to have been wound up. He woke up after three hours of sleep, rubbed his eyes, raised his head and looked at the sky.
"I hope senior will keep his word."
"I once dreamed of traveling to the end of the world with my sword, but now I just want to go home..."
The middle-aged man stood up and moved around: "I have tried many things, more than you can imagine."
Three hours of horse walking was nothing to An Zheng, but the time was a bit difficult, so he began to recall the images of the Wuzi technique in his mind, and then thought of a wonderful way to breathe while running. How to flow, how the blood runs, he deliberately speeds up, making himself feel like running even when the horse is stationary, and the movement of breath and blood are no different. In this way, you can also practice the wordless technique.
"While holding your breath at the bottom of the river, the true energy in your body keeps running. When you can do it, I will tell you where that beautiful girl is."
"I did, tell me where they are!"
"I'm not dead yet?"
On the boat, the middle-aged man looked at the bubbles rising from the water and shook his head slightly: "The foundation is really bad. It's so bad that people want to give up."
"I hope senior will keep his word."
"Horse stance?"
An Zheng: "There is a man."
The middle-aged man grilled meat with An Zheng's things, drank wine, and ate snacks, feeling satisfied. After looking at the bubbles that were still rising under his bed, he lay down again and prepared to sleep.
Three hours of horse walking was nothing to An Zheng, but the time was a bit difficult, so he began to recall the images of the Wuzi technique in his mind, and then thought of a wonderful way to breathe while running. How to flow, how the blood runs, he deliberately speeds up, making himself feel like running even when the horse is stationary, and the movement of breath and blood are no different. In this way, you can also practice the wordless technique.
An Zheng jumped into the water with a thud, pressing his body downwards and sinking under the water. It seemed that the river was not big, and the river surface was only a few dozen meters wide. However, he didn't expect it to be so deep. An Zheng sank for a full sixty or seventy meters before reaching the bottom. Then An Zheng knew that he had been tricked.
"Your master? What can your master give you?"
Just when An Zheng was about to say something, he made a shut-up gesture towards An Zheng: "I'm not begging you, you can leave at any time. If you have other ways to find out the whereabouts of that beautiful girl of yours, it's your death. The stalker insists on following me."
Under such deep water, the water pressure is so high that normal people will definitely not be able to bear it. With An Zheng's strength, he could remain submerged in the water for as long as he was holding his breath, but the difficulty was that the true energy in his body could not circulate while he was holding his breath. Breathing is the most basic method of spiritual practice. To make the true energy move, you must breathe. This is a very contradictory thing.
The structure of the human body is fixed. The stronger the cultivation level, the more the original meridians and energy channels will be broadened. There is no such thing as developing new energy channels in the body.
Middle-aged man: "Oh, you have quite a wide range of interests."
The middle-aged man said: "Looking at the lustful look on your face, I know you are not a man."
So he planned to sleep for forty-eight hours. Sleeping was the best way for him to spend his time anyway.
"Go wash the dishes, then come back and squat on the bow of the boat for three hours."
"immediately."
Middle-aged man: "Oh, you have quite a wide range of interests."
The middle-aged man looked at the bubbles that were still rising under the water. He suddenly snapped his fingers, and the water began to boil. Long purple electric dragons rolled in the water. It didn't take long for the temperature of the water to reach the boiling point.
After sleeping for half an hour, An Zheng was unable to comply with the middle-aged man's request. But An Zheng was unwilling to give in. It was not An Zheng's style to admit defeat so quickly.
But An Zheng is a person who refuses to give up easily. Once he finds a direction, he dives in headlong and thinks of a solution even if it means breaking his head.
He didn't know how long he had slept for, but the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes. The next second, An Zheng soared from the water into the sky and landed on the deck with a thud. His breathing was rapid and his eyes were red.
He suddenly said these four words with a handsome eyebrow, seeming a little disappointed.
The middle-aged man glanced at An Zheng and said earnestly: "Eating is the most basic right given to humans by God. If you give up eating, what's the point of being a human being?"
"I have a master."
"Go wash the dishes, then come back and squat on the bow of the boat for three hours."
"I did, tell me where they are!"
The middle-aged man glanced at An Zheng and said, "You are thinking too much. I asked you to squat just because I was afraid that you would disturb my sleep."
If you hold your breath and don't move, your true energy won't move. If the true Qi is moving, there must be breathing.
The middle-aged man grilled meat with An Zheng's things, drank wine, and ate snacks, feeling satisfied. After looking at the bubbles that were still rising under his bed, he lay down again and prepared to sleep.
The middle-aged man grilled meat with An Zheng's things, drank wine, and ate snacks, feeling satisfied. After looking at the bubbles that were still rising under his bed, he lay down again and prepared to sleep.
After lunch, An Zheng couldn't help but look at the guy sadly: "With your strength, you will be fine even if you don't eat for the rest of your life. Why do you eat three times a day like this?"
As he turned over, he took out an hourglass and placed it on the deck. It will take twelve hours for the hourglass to drain completely.
The middle-aged man looked like he wanted to be beaten: "You don't have to go."
"You call me senior? Forget it, if you are willing to call me master, I will give you a peerless skill."
It is a pity that although the Qinghui Sect is not a big sect, the strength of the sect leader Li Qingfeng is much higher than that of An Zheng in the Little Saint Realm. Whether it is drugging or poisoning, it has no meaning to Li Qingfeng.
It is a pity that although the Qinghui Sect is not a big sect, the strength of the sect leader Li Qingfeng is much higher than that of An Zheng in the Little Saint Realm. Whether it is drugging or poisoning, it has no meaning to Li Qingfeng.
An Zheng's mind was racing rapidly, but no matter how he thought about it, it seemed to be an unsolvable matter. The so-called practice of practitioners is not just based on certain exercises. Breathing and exhaling must take up a certain amount of time. Breathing is necessary to replenish the consumed power of cultivation and ensure the smooth movement of the true energy in the body.
An Zheng: "There is a river in front of you. If you don't use your skills to jump in, it may only take a few minutes."
An Zheng: "If I can beat you..."
Just when An Zheng was about to say something, he made a shut-up gesture towards An Zheng: "I'm not begging you, you can leave at any time. If you have other ways to find out the whereabouts of that beautiful girl of yours, it's your death. The stalker insists on following me."
"immediately."
After sleeping for half an hour, An Zheng was unable to comply with the middle-aged man's request. But An Zheng was unwilling to give in. It was not An Zheng's style to admit defeat so quickly.
"What do you mean, senior?"
An Zheng: "There is a river in front of you. If you don't use your skills to jump in, it may only take a few minutes."
What if you don’t breathe through your nose
The middle-aged man took a nap and seemed to be dreaming. In the dream, he kept singing a very strange song, with only a few lines going back and forth.
"Your master? What can your master give you?"
"What do you mean, senior?"
"You call me senior? Forget it, if you are willing to call me master, I will give you a peerless skill."
"immediately."
The middle-aged man took a nap and seemed to be dreaming. In the dream, he kept singing a very strange song, with only a few lines going back and forth.
"It's meaningless for you to carry these things. Using these things with your current strength is a blasphemy. I will keep the things for you first. When I think you are qualified to use these magic weapons, I will return them to you. Yes. If a cultivator carries too many top-quality magic weapons, he will naturally become dependent on you. If you are like this... concentrate on knowing the whereabouts of your friends, then you will meet my requirements. "
An Zheng began to change his mind, and then tried to breathe through the pores on his body instead of his nose. The idea is fine, but implementing it is incredibly difficult. There is no connection between the pores and the lungs. If you want to breathe through the pores, you must forcefully open up many energy channels to connect to the lungs. This is equivalent to forcing yourself to change your body.
He was trying every possible means to try how to breathe through his pores. At this time, the water was filled with purple lightning, which was so electric that his skin was about to burst. How could he calm down and think about how to breathe through his pores
The middle-aged man grilled meat with An Zheng's things, drank wine, and ate snacks, feeling satisfied. After looking at the bubbles that were still rising under his bed, he lay down again and prepared to sleep.
The middle-aged man snapped his fingers, and An Zheng was immediately shocked on the outside and tender on the inside.
The structure of the human body is fixed. The stronger the cultivation level, the more the original meridians and energy channels will be broadened. There is no such thing as developing new energy channels in the body.
The middle-aged man snapped his fingers, and An Zheng was immediately shocked on the outside and tender on the inside.
"Then he is also my master."
After returning from Qinghui Sect, An Zheng was doing the squatting horse stance. He didn't know the meaning of this, but An Zheng knew that this guy was helping him. I don't know the identity of the other party, nor the origin of the other party, but judging from the current situation, although the other party's every move is annoying, it is of great help to An Zheng. So even though An Zheng didn't understand why he had to squat on horseback, he still did it and didn't move for three hours.
"Horse stance?"
"Why?"
The middle-aged man grilled meat with An Zheng's things, drank wine, and ate snacks, feeling satisfied. After looking at the bubbles that were still rising under his bed, he lay down again and prepared to sleep.
When the sound came to the end, An Zheng silently recited a hundred lines of "Fuck you, uncle" in his mind.
But An Zheng is a person who refuses to give up easily. Once he finds a direction, he dives in headlong and thinks of a solution even if it means breaking his head.
On the boat, the middle-aged man looked at the bubbles rising from the water and shook his head slightly: "The foundation is really bad. It's so bad that people want to give up."
"I have a master."
On the boat, the middle-aged man looked at the bubbles rising from the water and shook his head slightly: "The foundation is really bad. It's so bad that people want to give up."
"You call me senior? Forget it, if you are willing to call me master, I will give you a peerless skill."
He suddenly waved his hand, and An Zheng underwater felt his body shake violently. Immediately after, the blood training bead that could not be taken off from his wrist flew out, and soon after, the Anti-Scale Divine Armor also left his body. All his magic weapons were sucked up, and then he heard the guy's voice coming from the water.
On the boat, the middle-aged man looked at the bubbles rising from the water and shook his head slightly: "The foundation is really bad. It's so bad that people want to give up."
After lunch, An Zheng couldn't help but look at the guy sadly: "With your strength, you will be fine even if you don't eat for the rest of your life. Why do you eat three times a day like this?"
After lunch, An Zheng couldn't help but look at the guy sadly: "With your strength, you will be fine even if you don't eat for the rest of your life. Why do you eat three times a day like this?"
The middle-aged man stood up and moved around: "I have tried many things, more than you can imagine."
Middle-aged man: "Oh, you have quite a wide range of interests."
The middle-aged man sitting on the deck said to himself: "I am not treating you well now. You may think that I am targeting you and torturing you on purpose. In fact... you are right, I just want to torture you. ”
He suddenly waved his hand, and An Zheng underwater felt his body shake violently. Immediately after, the blood training bead that could not be taken off from his wrist flew out, and soon after, the Anti-Scale Divine Armor also left his body. All his magic weapons were sucked up, and then he heard the guy's voice coming from the water.
The middle-aged man glanced at An Zheng and said earnestly: "Eating is the most basic right given to humans by God. If you give up eating, what's the point of being a human being?"
He determined that with An Zheng's posture and cultivation level, it would take at least twelve hours to try something, at least thirty-six hours to open a new energy channel in the body, and at least forty-eight hours to replace the pores. Nose and mouth to breathe.
Every time he went to Qinghuizong's kitchen, An Zheng would do something bad, either adding medicine to the water tank or poisoning the rice. These methods that An Zheng looked down upon in the past can now be used without any qualms in conscience.
He was trying every possible means to try how to breathe through his pores. At this time, the water was filled with purple lightning, which was so electric that his skin was about to burst. How could he calm down and think about how to breathe through his pores
"It's meaningless for you to carry these things. Using these things with your current strength is a blasphemy. I will keep the things for you first. When I think you are qualified to use these magic weapons, I will return them to you. Yes. If a cultivator carries too many top-quality magic weapons, he will naturally become dependent on you. If you are like this... concentrate on knowing the whereabouts of your friends, then you will meet my requirements. "
The middle-aged man looked at the bubbles that were still rising under the water. He suddenly snapped his fingers, and the water began to boil. Long purple electric dragons rolled in the water. It didn't take long for the temperature of the water to reach the boiling point.
After lunch, An Zheng couldn't help but look at the guy sadly: "With your strength, you will be fine even if you don't eat for the rest of your life. Why do you eat three times a day like this?"
The middle-aged man glanced at An Zheng and said, "You are thinking too much. I asked you to squat just because I was afraid that you would disturb my sleep."
The structure of the human body is fixed. The stronger the cultivation level, the more the original meridians and energy channels will be broadened. There is no such thing as developing new energy channels in the body.
The middle-aged man looked at the bubbles that were still rising under the water. He suddenly snapped his fingers, and the water began to boil. Long purple electric dragons rolled in the water. It didn't take long for the temperature of the water to reach the boiling point.
He suddenly said these four words with a handsome eyebrow, seeming a little disappointed.
The middle-aged man snapped his fingers, and An Zheng was immediately shocked on the outside and tender on the inside.
Immersed in practice, three hours passed quickly. And that guy seemed to have been wound up. He woke up after three hours of sleep, rubbed his eyes, raised his head and looked at the sky.
When the sound came to the end, An Zheng silently recited a hundred lines of "Fuck you, uncle" in his mind.
"Go wash the dishes, then come back and squat on the bow of the boat for three hours."
But An Zheng is a person who refuses to give up easily. Once he finds a direction, he dives in headlong and thinks of a solution even if it means breaking his head.
"Horse stance?"
An Zheng: "There is a river in front of you. If you don't use your skills to jump in, it may only take a few minutes."
The middle-aged man grilled meat with An Zheng's things, drank wine, and ate snacks, feeling satisfied. After looking at the bubbles that were still rising under his bed, he lay down again and prepared to sleep.
An Zheng felt like his skin was going to explode.
The middle-aged man said in a strange tone: "You think I haven't tried it?"
The middle-aged man grilled meat with An Zheng's things, drank wine, and ate snacks, feeling satisfied. After looking at the bubbles that were still rising under his bed, he lay down again and prepared to sleep.
The middle-aged man looked at the bubbles that were still rising under the water. He suddenly snapped his fingers, and the water began to boil. Long purple electric dragons rolled in the water. It didn't take long for the temperature of the water to reach the boiling point.
The structure of the human body is fixed. The stronger the cultivation level, the more the original meridians and energy channels will be broadened. There is no such thing as developing new energy channels in the body.
"I have a master."
Just when An Zheng was about to say something, he made a shut-up gesture towards An Zheng: "I'm not begging you, you can leave at any time. If you have other ways to find out the whereabouts of that beautiful girl of yours, it's your death. The stalker insists on following me."
"I did, tell me where they are!"
"immediately."
An Zheng was stunned: "You are sick, and you have even tried this."
What if you don’t breathe through your nose
An Zheng: "But why do I think you did this just because you wanted me to go to the Qinghuizong kitchen to wash the dishes for you?"
An Zheng felt like his skin was going to explode.
"Why?"
The middle-aged man took a nap and seemed to be dreaming. In the dream, he kept singing a very strange song, with only a few lines going back and forth.
When he said this, he looked like a wild beast.
The middle-aged man looked like he wanted to be beaten: "You don't have to go."
The middle-aged man looked at the hourglass and saw that almost two-thirds of it had just leaked out. In less than eight hours, An Zheng had done it.
An Zheng vaguely sensed some sadness and sadness in the tone of this man's words. The atmosphere also became depressing, so An Zheng planned to change the topic to ease it: "Senior, why did you make me squat on horseback for three hours?"
If An Zheng had just washed the dishes, he might not have attracted the attention of the Qinghui Sect, but An Zheng was definitely not an honest person, and his level of strength was not enough for An Zheng to fight for Luo Duoduo's revenge, but he could always cause trouble. .
He was trying every possible means to try how to breathe through his pores. At this time, the water was filled with purple lightning, which was so electric that his skin was about to burst. How could he calm down and think about how to breathe through his pores
He didn't know how long he had slept for, but the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes. The next second, An Zheng soared from the water into the sky and landed on the deck with a thud. His breathing was rapid and his eyes were red.
The middle-aged man looked at the bubbles that were still rising under the water. He suddenly snapped his fingers, and the water began to boil. Long purple electric dragons rolled in the water. It didn't take long for the temperature of the water to reach the boiling point.
The middle-aged man sitting on the deck said to himself: "I am not treating you well now. You may think that I am targeting you and torturing you on purpose. In fact... you are right, I just want to torture you. ”
The middle-aged man sitting on the deck said to himself: "I am not treating you well now. You may think that I am targeting you and torturing you on purpose. In fact... you are right, I just want to torture you. ”
To kill evildoers is to do good.
An Zheng: "If I can beat you..."
An Zheng: "If I can beat you..."
To kill evildoers is to do good.
Maybe Chen Xiaoyao is really not a qualified master, but in the world of martial arts, as long as you recognize your master, it will be a lifelong matter. Having a master and then recognizing someone else as a master would be betraying the master and treason. An Zheng is not a stickler for rules at heart, but there are some things that are the bottom line and he won't even think about them.
The middle-aged man looked at the bubbles that were still rising under the water. He suddenly snapped his fingers, and the water began to boil. Long purple electric dragons rolled in the water. It didn't take long for the temperature of the water to reach the boiling point.
He shrugged his shoulders, explored the space of An Zheng's blood bead bracelet, and was suddenly pleasantly surprised.
"It's meaningless for you to carry these things. Using these things with your current strength is a blasphemy. I will keep the things for you first. When I think you are qualified to use these magic weapons, I will return them to you. Yes. If a cultivator carries too many top-quality magic weapons, he will naturally become dependent on you. If you are like this... concentrate on knowing the whereabouts of your friends, then you will meet my requirements. "
He suddenly said these four words with a handsome eyebrow, seeming a little disappointed.
"I have a master."
An Zheng: "If I can beat you..."
An Zheng vaguely sensed some sadness and sadness in the tone of this man's words. The atmosphere also became depressing, so An Zheng planned to change the topic to ease it: "Senior, why did you make me squat on horseback for three hours?"
"There's so much inventory."
Maybe Chen Xiaoyao is really not a qualified master, but in the world of martial arts, as long as you recognize your master, it will be a lifelong matter. Having a master and then recognizing someone else as a master would be betraying the master and treason. An Zheng is not a stickler for rules at heart, but there are some things that are the bottom line and he won't even think about them.
The middle-aged man said: "Looking at the lustful look on your face, I know you are not a man."
When he said this, he looked like a wild beast.
The middle-aged man looked like he wanted to be beaten: "You don't have to go."
He couldn't stop shaking his hand, and all the wine, food, and all kinds of delicious food inside fell out. That was the Blood Bead Bracelet, which was connected by blood to An Zheng. Apart from An Zheng, no one else could take out the things in the Blood Bead space so unreasonably. This was a blatant robbery, and he didn't even follow any rules.
The middle-aged man snapped his fingers, and An Zheng was immediately shocked on the outside and tender on the inside.
The middle-aged man looked like he wanted to be beaten: "You don't have to go."
"Go wash the dishes, then come back and squat on the bow of the boat for three hours."
After lunch, An Zheng couldn't help but look at the guy sadly: "With your strength, you will be fine even if you don't eat for the rest of your life. Why do you eat three times a day like this?"
An Zheng felt like his skin was going to explode.
If An Zheng had just washed the dishes, he might not have attracted the attention of the Qinghui Sect, but An Zheng was definitely not an honest person, and his level of strength was not enough for An Zheng to fight for Luo Duoduo's revenge, but he could always cause trouble. .
An Zheng: "If I can beat you..."
The middle-aged man grilled meat with An Zheng's things, drank wine, and ate snacks, feeling satisfied. After looking at the bubbles that were still rising under his bed, he lay down again and prepared to sleep.
"Your master? What can your master give you?"
If An Zheng had just washed the dishes, he might not have attracted the attention of the Qinghui Sect, but An Zheng was definitely not an honest person, and his level of strength was not enough for An Zheng to fight for Luo Duoduo's revenge, but he could always cause trouble. .
He couldn't stop shaking his hand, and all the wine, food, and all kinds of delicious food inside fell out. That was the Blood Bead Bracelet, which was connected by blood to An Zheng. Apart from An Zheng, no one else could take out the things in the Blood Bead space so unreasonably. This was a blatant robbery, and he didn't even follow any rules.
An Zheng answered neatly: "If you have a master, you can no longer recognize others as your master."
The middle-aged man stood up and moved around: "I have tried many things, more than you can imagine."
As he turned over, he took out an hourglass and placed it on the deck. It will take twelve hours for the hourglass to drain completely.
"Then he is also my master."
The middle-aged man looked at the sky, then pointed to the river: "Jump down."
"hehe… "
So he planned to sleep for forty-eight hours. Sleeping was the best way for him to spend his time anyway.
He determined that with An Zheng's posture and cultivation level, it would take at least twelve hours to try something, at least thirty-six hours to open a new energy channel in the body, and at least forty-eight hours to replace the pores. Nose and mouth to breathe.
If An Zheng had just washed the dishes, he might not have attracted the attention of the Qinghui Sect, but An Zheng was definitely not an honest person, and his level of strength was not enough for An Zheng to fight for Luo Duoduo's revenge, but he could always cause trouble. .
The middle-aged man glanced at An Zheng and said, "You are thinking too much. I asked you to squat just because I was afraid that you would disturb my sleep."
To kill evildoers is to do good.
So he planned to sleep for forty-eight hours. Sleeping was the best way for him to spend his time anyway.
In the next three days, this small fishing boat became An Zheng's place to stay. He does one thing repeatedly every day, which is to wash dishes in the kitchen of Qinghuizong. That weirdo seemed to have an incomprehensible mysophobia, or he used it to torture An An for pleasure.
It is a pity that although the Qinghui Sect is not a big sect, the strength of the sect leader Li Qingfeng is much higher than that of An Zheng in the Little Saint Realm. Whether it is drugging or poisoning, it has no meaning to Li Qingfeng.
He didn't know how long he had slept for, but the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes. The next second, An Zheng soared from the water into the sky and landed on the deck with a thud. His breathing was rapid and his eyes were red.
An Zheng was stunned: "You are sick, and you have even tried this."
An Zheng: "But why do I think you did this just because you wanted me to go to the Qinghuizong kitchen to wash the dishes for you?"
If An Zheng had just washed the dishes, he might not have attracted the attention of the Qinghui Sect, but An Zheng was definitely not an honest person, and his level of strength was not enough for An Zheng to fight for Luo Duoduo's revenge, but he could always cause trouble. .
"I did, tell me where they are!"
Under such deep water, the water pressure is so high that normal people will definitely not be able to bear it. With An Zheng's strength, he could remain submerged in the water for as long as he was holding his breath, but the difficulty was that the true energy in his body could not circulate while he was holding his breath. Breathing is the most basic method of spiritual practice. To make the true energy move, you must breathe. This is a very contradictory thing.
The middle-aged man said in a strange tone: "You think I haven't tried it?"
When he said this, he looked like a wild beast.
He suddenly waved his hand, and An Zheng underwater felt his body shake violently. Immediately after, the blood training bead that could not be taken off from his wrist flew out, and soon after, the Anti-Scale Divine Armor also left his body. All his magic weapons were sucked up, and then he heard the guy's voice coming from the water.
"I'm not dead yet?"
"There's so much inventory."
The structure of the human body is fixed. The stronger the cultivation level, the more the original meridians and energy channels will be broadened. There is no such thing as developing new energy channels in the body.
An Zheng answered neatly: "If you have a master, you can no longer recognize others as your master."
Under such deep water, the water pressure is so high that normal people will definitely not be able to bear it. With An Zheng's strength, he could remain submerged in the water for as long as he was holding his breath, but the difficulty was that the true energy in his body could not circulate while he was holding his breath. Breathing is the most basic method of spiritual practice. To make the true energy move, you must breathe. This is a very contradictory thing.
"Horse stance?"
The middle-aged man looked at the hourglass and saw that almost two-thirds of it had just leaked out. In less than eight hours, An Zheng had done it.
He was trying every possible means to try how to breathe through his pores. At this time, the water was filled with purple lightning, which was so electric that his skin was about to burst. How could he calm down and think about how to breathe through his pores
The middle-aged man looked at the bubbles that were still rising under the water. He suddenly snapped his fingers, and the water began to boil. Long purple electric dragons rolled in the water. It didn't take long for the temperature of the water to reach the boiling point.