Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

Martial arts practice, after three thousand miles, it is necessary to condense the true meaning of martial arts, use the true meaning to "refine essence and transform qi", and finally transform into the incarnation of martial arts for six thousand miles, which is a road leading to the mystery of the poor human being.

As the master of martial arts, even if Chen Luo does not refine himself, martial arts will continue to give him feedback, but the speed will be slightly slower.

Since he came to Nanhuang, Chen Luo's practice has been delayed because there are not many opportunities to change back into a human body.

It has been almost three months, and there is no breakthrough!

Fortunately, the human race's martial arts are now prosperous, and the power of martial arts feedback is endless, so that Chen Luo finally stepped out of the four thousand miles and entered the stage of five thousand miles.

Chen Luo returned to Liao Zhai's study, instructed Mastiff Lingling to guard the door, and then released the supernatural power of blood transformation and restored the true appearance of the human race. At the moment when Chen Luo regained the true appearance of the human race, one after another colorful aura emerged from Chen Luo, and there seemed to be countless figures performing martial arts techniques in the mist, and finally all belonged to Chen Luo.

The majestic power surged in Chen Luo's blood vessels, and a trace of burning sensation spread throughout the body along the meridians. During the refining process, Chen Luo sensed that his body was further strengthened. .

Chen Luo calmed down, and on the colorful avenue of six thousand miles, it seemed that a red sun was slowly rising, and the insights of martial arts turned into rays of light, shining on the colorful avenue.

On the avenue, the light of Martial Dao fell on the countless figures who walked forward, and the light fell into one after another. bye.

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Dongcang City, Lunjian Pavilion.

A Taoist disciple was attacking the opposite martial artist with the Spiritual Mind Technique. The martial artist hurried to dodge, but one could not dodge, and was finally hit by a thunderbolt. He hit a rope from his hand, quickly wrapped one corner of the ring, grabbed the other end of the rope, circled around the corner of the ring, and finally fell heavily on the edge of the ring.

The Taoist disciple put away the spell and said with a smile, "Brother Wang, you are defeated again!"

The warrior struggled to get up, forced a smile, and said with difficulty: "I...haven't gotten off the ring yet, no...not a failure!"

The Taoist disciple frowned slightly, pinching the Fa Jue in his hand, and electric lights flickered on his fingers. He said lightly: "Wang Busheng, ah Wang Busheng, although I admire you, but I will not be soft-hearted!"

With that said, the Taoist disciples waved their hands, and a thunder light shot at Wang Busheng. The thunder light turned into a ferocious savage beast and rushed towards Wang Busheng.

"Come on, come on, savage thunder!" Seeing this, the people present couldn't help but gasp.

The barbaric thunder technique is a kind of thunder control technique of the Daomen. It is realized by the Taoist Tianjiao Beifeng Xiaodao in an action to capture wild beasts in Dongcang City. of power.

"It's a pity..." Someone shook his head and sighed, looking at Wang Busheng's appearance, even if the speed of the barbaric thunder technique is not as fast as the orthodox thunder control technique, but Wang Busheng must be unable to escape.

This lightning strike was enough for Wang Busheng to cultivate at home for three days.

"Wang Busheng's talent is still a bit poor. Even if the basic skills are extremely solid, but he can't master those powerful martial arts, he will still suffer in battles!"

As the first batch of warriors to enter the city of Dongcang City, Wang Busheng's name can be regarded as well-known throughout the city. Unlike Ji Zhong, Song Wuji, Adamo and other martial arts geniuses, Wang Busheng has another meaning for Dongcang martial artists.

Wang Busheng is not a genius of martial arts, and is barely considered a Chinese man. But he was unwilling to do so. He desperately took over the tasks of the City Lord's Mansion again and again in exchange for points. Then I used the points to ask the brothers and sisters who had comprehended advanced martial arts and wanted to master an advanced martial arts.

You must know that even if he desperately accepts the task, the score is actually not high.

And advanced martial arts, even if it is comprehension, is it a one-time thing?

I don't know where I heard from, that the comprehension of martial arts is the fastest in the battle, so he began to frequent the sword pavilion.

According to statistics by someone with good deeds, he has fought 266 official battles in Lunjian Pavilion so far, and he has lost all of them!

But he thought that he just didn't win, as long as he could stand up and challenge again, he won't lose!

Someone persuaded him to find some sure opponents, but he refused. What he wants is those who are similar to his strength, or even higher than him, as his opponents.

Only such an opponent can force his potential.

But the price is, a victory!

So, someone named him "Wang Busheng", but over time, no one remembered his real name.

They only know that Lunjiange has Ji Zhong who has never been defeated; Lunjiange has a king who is invincible and has never been defeated!

But as he fell down again and again and stood up again and again, the voices of ridicule gradually diminished, and the voices of cheering increased.

You can knock me down, but you can't beat me!

Countless warriors have seen their shadows in Wang Busheng, and they all hope that Wang Busheng can win a victory.

But unfortunately, the natural moat of strength cannot be compensated by blessings. Even if Wang Busheng has already understood all martial arts, even if Wang Busheng sacrifices his life to try to master it, it is still hard to win.

The incident of Wang Busheng once alarmed Baizhan Hall. After watching Wang Busheng's battle, a great scholar of Baizhan once commented: The aptitude is mediocre, and it is difficult to have aura. If the aura doesn't come, it's just the next day.

In this regard, Wang Busheng's answer is: be prepared to work hard and wait for the coming of aura.

At this time, the barbaric thunder technique had already hit Wang Busheng, and the scorching electric light scorched the hair in front of Wang Busheng's forehead slightly.

"Are you going to lose again?" The surrounding warriors all sighed at the same time.

There are so many living beings, how many geniuses can there be?

At this moment, they are all invincible.

Some female warriors even closed their eyes, unable to bear to see the scene of Wang Busheng being hit and thrown off the ring.

"Is it still not possible?" Wang Busheng looked at the flashing lightning in front of him and took a deep breath, "Warrior, never admit defeat!"

When he was about to deliver his final blow, he was suddenly shocked, and he seemed to see a light!

That light was like a red sun, dispelling the haze in his soul sea. For a time, Wang Busheng felt that his soul was extremely clear, and the martial arts knowledge he had mastered in the past flashed before his eyes like a picture, and finally condensed into a rainbow, lying in the sea of ​​his soul.

"This is..." Wang Busheng's eyes moved slightly, and as the phantom of the colorful bridge appeared in his mind, a message of martial arts also appeared in his mind.

All this is a long time, but to the outside world it is an instant.

"I understand!" A trace of incredulity appeared on Wang Busheng's face, he waited! He waited until the aura came!

At this time, the barbaric thunder technique had already hit Wang Busheng. Under the helpless and worried gaze of everyone, Wang Busheng suddenly made a strange gesture, and the red dust swept through the veins quickly with the martial arts, and the whole body emerged. A powerful suction.

Just in front of everyone's eyes, I saw that dazzling barbaric thunder technique disappeared in one of Wang Busheng's hands.

"Sucking Stars Dafa?" The little Taoist priest opposite was startled.

"No, it's not the Star Absorbing Dafa!" said the sharp-eyed martial artist, "This is Beiming Divine Art!"

But Wang Busheng quickly rejected this statement, only to see that the thunder light that was visible to the naked eye quickly turned around in Wang Busheng's body, and then hit it out of Wang Busheng's other hand.

"Wow!"

The barbaric thunder technique that had just disappeared reappeared, but this time it rushed towards the Daomen disciple with a piercing electric sound!

"With the way of the other, give the body back!" Someone exclaimed!

"Douzhuanxingmo! It's Douzhuanxingmo!"

At the same time, the Daoist disciples were obviously not well-prepared. They re-run the innate purple qi, and once again condensed a thunder technique, which hit the attacking barbaric thunder technique. The two thunder techniques collided, and a loud noise broke out. He was half-knelt on the ground in ragged clothes, gasping for breath. He tried to get up, but couldn't.

Wang Busheng looked at his opponent, sighed, and overloaded the martial arts, which finally made him unable to hold on and fell to the ground.

At this moment, Lunjian Pavilion was quiet.

How is this judged?

After a while, a voice came out from the sword pavilion: "This battle is a draw!"

"It's a draw!" Suddenly, there was a huge cheer from the Lunjian Pavilion, "Wang Busheng, it's a draw! This time it's a draw!"

Wang Busheng collapsed on the arena, looking at the ceiling of the Lunjian Pavilion, his face became bitter: "Isn't this a high-level martial arts with five or five degrees?"

"Hey, why is it so difficult to win once?"

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Battle Hall.

Xiang Jixuan stood on the high platform of Baizhan Hall with his hands behind his back. Hearing the cheers coming from everywhere in Dongcang City, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

A great scholar of a hundred battles walked up to Xiang Jixuan and said with joy, "The news came from the Wuyuan Academy that nearly half of the students have made breakthroughs."

Xiang Jixuan shook his head: "He Zhiwu Academy~www.wuxiamtl.com~ You can listen to the voices of Dongcangcheng, and the voices of Daxuan that you can't hear."

"The master of martial arts has made a breakthrough, and the luck of martial arts has risen again!"

The Great Confucian of Hundred Wars nodded: "I really envy this group of warriors, who were born in the same era as the master of martial arts."

Xiang Jixuan nodded: "Yes. When the Holy One was there, how many saints came out. It was those seventy-two disciples and three thousand disciples who laid the foundation of my Confucianism."

"Now, Chen Luo is doing the same thing!"

"Old man, we are witnessing history!"

The Great Confucian Bai Zhan nodded and looked up together with Xiang Jixuan. There, there was a bright red sun, trying to ascend towards Zhongtian.

In the cheers, Dongcangwutang's recitation became more firm and high-spirited——

"The red sun is rising, and its path is bright. The river flows out, and the ocean flows... The future is like the sea, and the future is long in Japan. Beautiful, my young China, and the sky is not old! My Chinese young man is strong, and the country has no boundaries!"