A book, not a brown stone, looks exactly the same as an ordinary book, and there is no title on it. Zhang Yang discovered the stone book when he first took it out. Zhang Yang also saw it on the low mountain peak. He did not feel strange, but Zhang Yang was about to turn over in his hand, but found that this thing had no pages, and that was the whole stone. Zhang Yang was still thinking about it for a while.

Zhang Yang was trying to look at the back of the stone. At this moment, a huge and simple scroll was printed in his mind. Zhang Yang was a great sense of magic. After a while, it was obvious that this was the real book badminton gave him.

Zhang Yang wants to control his thoughts and spread the scroll. Suddenly, I felt the power from the scroll. Zhang Yang uses the power of milk to finally roll a corner of the scroll to one side. Then, some pictures and paragraphs are reflected in Zhang Yang's eyes.

Alchemy, storage bags, and a picture with the same drawing as the bag he got, all with these words on it. This is another painting, one man is talking about a decision, in front of him is a theodolite-like thing wrapped around a piece of land. Then there are some pictures and steps.

Zhang Yang saw more and more surprisedly, and the more fascinated he would finish reading this corner in a while. (.) Zhang Yang had a great sense of incompleteness, so he used his mind to push more scrolls, but no matter how hard he tried, he did not move the scrolls of half a cent.

Zhang Yang is not discouraged now because he knows that it is all because of his lack of ability. As long as he continues to practice, he will sooner or later open all the scrolls, and the records of using symbol paper must be written at the end. After pulling the spirit out of the scrolls, he put a few things.

Zhang Yang wanted to try making storage bags, but it took a long time to do it. Even a line of energy recorded in the reel could not form, let alone wrapped in the network of theodolite and weft yarns. He had to give up. Instead, continue practicing.

The wheel of time is always rotating. In the blink of an eye, three months have passed. Zhang Yang has not left the house in the past three months. Even Xiao Wan came to him, but he was fired. During this period, the entire Pofeng fell into a strange atmosphere. Everyone felt that it was much quieter than before, especially the female disciple. The fat woman Qingxia watched Zhang Yang practice seriously, but he was very happy recently.

In the past three months, Zhang Yang's spiritual practice has finally made some progress. His blue energy in his dantian turned his entire dantian into a blue sea of ​​fog. There is still a long way to go before the core of the soul. But this is also a huge progress. Now he has made long-term progress in speed, strength and perseverance.

"Dong" knocked on the door and interrupted Zhang Yang's practice. Zhang Yang opened the door, which is a euphemism for fat women and little girls.

"Mom, why are you here for?" Zhang Yang asked. He didn't want to stop practicing for a while now.

"How are you?" asked the fat woman.

"It's okay, it's much better than before," Zhang Yang said casually, trying to send the two people away.

"Half a month later, Wu Xingzong will hold a competition, and I will let you and Wan participate." Qingxia

"Mom, forget it. It's better to leave this opportunity to disciples with excellent qualifications at the peak." Zhang Yang was not interested at all. He did this now just because of the material that was flattened by sea water. "No wonder you feel ashamed of yourself when you go."
Chapter completed!