Bone transformation technique: Wood-based internal strength assisted exercises.

He Yiming sighed to the sky, could it be that there was really God's will in the dark?

Since he was promoted to the sixth level of internal energy cultivation, every time he advanced, he chose to close his eyes, all of them were auxiliary internal energy cultivation techniques.

Not only does it not have a masterpiece of internal energy practice, but it does not even have a single combat skills practice.

If it is just one or two, it is just luck. But four times in a row...

Even He Yiming, who did not believe in ghosts and gods, couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

After hesitating for a moment, He Yiming still took the secret book to the tables and chairs in the hall. He still did not choose to change the secret book. If this was fate, then he would accept it calmly.

Of course, he actually understood in his heart that this was basically a relationship of luck, but his luck was a bit too weird.

After laying out the secret book in front of him, He Yiming calmed down and began to copy it seriously.

When copying secret books, no one dares to be distracted at all.

Although this is just an auxiliary internal energy practice technique, it is still understood by the seniors bit by bit. Every word here is their blood. If they copy it wrongly because of a moment of negligence, they will encounter great trouble when practicing.

However, with He Yiming's internal energy cultivation at this moment and his strange and incredible meridian tolerance, a mere auxiliary internal energy would not cause him fatal damage. However, no one would want to find trouble for nothing, especially when it comes to internal energy cultivation, it is becoming more and more like this.

Inexplicably, He Yiming's entire mind was concentrated on the tip of his pen in his hand.

He did not deliberately want to do this, but he had already entered a state that he could not explain even himself.

He seemed to have forgotten the secret book on the table, the pen in his hand, and even his own.

At this moment, he suddenly had a strange feeling, that his man had disappeared, and what existed was not him, but the pen held in his hand.

When all his energy was concentrated on this pen, the pen seemed to have life and became magical, as if He Yiming's life and wisdom had been transferred to this pen, allowing it to "live".

If someone is watching next to you at this moment, you will be surprised to find out.

He Yiming's wrist is as steady as Mount Tai, and his pen is as helpful as a god. Moreover, the fonts and pictures in his pen are exactly the same as those originally, without even a single difference.

If a literati wanted to do this, it would be impossible without decades of writing skills, and he would also need to have strong talent to do this.

However, at this moment, such a strange change occurred on He Yiming, which was indeed amazing.

Just as He Yiming's spirit was inexplicably concentrated and entered this magical realm, He Quanxin and He Laibao, who were in the two side rooms in the side hall of the library, woke up at the same time.

Their internal strength cultivation has reached the peak of the ninth level, and they have a slight sensing ability to change the airflow in the outside world.

At this moment, they suddenly felt an essence and powerful aura emitted in the central hall.

This breath is not a provocation to them, but a magical power that is docile, as if it is omnipresent, all-encompassing, and all-encompassing.

They all felt a strange feeling, that is, they had arrived at a place with lakes and mountains, smoke and water. Looking at them, they were full of beautiful night lake scenery, which made people linger and difficult for themselves.

After a moment, their bodies trembled slightly and were already freed from this illusion, but their hearts were shocked to a point that was difficult to describe in words.

Inexplicably, they walked out of the room at the same time and came to the courtyard outside.

Of course they knew who was in the hall, but they couldn't figure out what had happened inside.

However, the environment just now did not bring any negative impact on them. Instead, it seemed to have some kind of cleansing of their hearts, and it actually felt an ethereal feeling. And when they tried their best to withdraw, they did not encounter any obstacles.

In this case, the idiot also understands that what he just experienced is not a bad thing.

The only two ninth-level masters in Hejiazhuang looked at each other and saw the surprise, horror, confusion and other expressions in each other's eyes.

He Quanxin made a gesture and said in a worm-like voice: "Uncle Bao, look..."

He Laibao shook his head without hesitation, and said in the same low voice: "Don't disturb him."

They nodded heavily, and both of them understood each other's thoughts. The two of them dispersed slightly, maintained a certain distance, and monitored the entire courtyard.

Because they already knew that something magical thing must have happened to He Yiming inside, and this kind of thing only has benefits but no harm for Yiming. Since that is the case, they must do everything possible to keep Yiming in this state as much as possible.

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After a long time, He Yiming let out a long breath and slowly lowered the pen in his hand.

It turned out that he used his pen to fly and copied a book completely, but he didn't even breathe a sigh of relief during this period.

Although he has practiced the breath holding technique, when he uses the breath holding technique, the cultivator's own spirit will enter a hazy state, and there is no major move.

If you use the breath holding technique while fighting with someone, you will be seeking death.

However, although He Yiming did not fight with anyone just now, the energy he consumed to copy secret books was also extraordinary. But even so, his breath of Dantian energy was still flowing without any slackness. It was not until all the book was copied and finally let go.

In this breath, he exhaled all the turbid air in his body, and in one breath, it seemed like it was endless.

It was not until he vomited all this breath that he raised his head and his mind returned to his body little by little.

And the magical power and aura that was permeating outside completely disappeared at this moment.

Looking at his hands and the pen, He Yiming inexplicably disturbed his scalp. His memory just now became a little blurred.

Although he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have entered a strange state, what annoyed him was that this feeling was like a mirror and a moon that made him unable to grasp it at all.

"good."

A loud voice came from outside the house, which was a little strange, but He Yiming's heart moved slightly and immediately understood who this was.

He hesitated for a moment, immediately stepped forward and opened the door.

The uncle He Quanxin and his old servant He Laibao stood side by side outside the door, and the applause came from He Laibao's mouth.

He Yiming dared not neglect the old man who enjoyed a high status in the family. He bowed deeply and said, "Grandpa Bao, I'm so sorry, I actually alarmed you."

He Laibao waved his hand with a smile on his face and said, "Sixth Master, you are too polite."

He never married in his life and has been with He Wude for decades until he grew old, and he also retired in Hejiazhuang.

For him, the children and grandchildren of the He family were no different from his children and grandchildren. The stronger He Yiming was, of course he became happier.

However, He Quanxin raised his eyes slightly and asked, "Yiming, what were you doing just now?"

He Yiming did not hide it, because even he himself didn't understand what had just happened.

"Uncle, I was copying a secret book just now."

"Cross the secret book?"

He Quanxin and He Laibao looked at each other, and their eyes quickly swept across the table in the hall.

On the desktop, there is indeed a secret book and some paper, and the ink on the paper has not yet dried out. You can tell at a glance that someone was copying something just now.

The two of them frowned at the same time. Could it be that something strange would happen if they copied the secret book?

Especially He Laibao, who has been guarding here for decades, and most of the books in the library were copied from the original ones, but in his memory, he has never encountered such a strange thing.

After pondering for a while, He Quanxin asked, "Yiming, did you encounter anything when you copied..."

He frowned, unable to describe the feeling he had just now.

He Yiming nodded repeatedly and said, "Uncle and nephew seemed to feel a strange state when they were copying, but when I stopped, I could no longer enter."

He Quanxin asked a few questions in surprise, and then he was sure that the incident just now was indeed related to Yiming. But unfortunately, this strange state was not controlled by him, and he couldn't help but feel deeply sorry for it.

The two elders tried a few words and then stepped back. He Yiming was unwilling to accept it, put the bone-transforming technique back on the spot, took out the secret book of the Rolling Stone Fist and Mian Palm, and copied the contents in the last tenth level of the two secret book.

During this time of copying, He Yiming tried many times to integrate his spirit into the pen tip, but unfortunately, he still failed until he finished copying again.

In desperation, He Yiming had to return to his courtyard with these three copied secret books.
Chapter completed!