"Brother Zhang Yang, they."

"Let's go, your opponent and the place know," Zhang Yang pulled him out before the little girl finished speaking.

Zhang Yang, the three of them, met each other while practicing Fengliuyun. The name Paint was repairing this door, and it was definitely not an ordinary generation. This was also the leader of the younger generation. He already knew what these people thought of him. Only in front of him did he start talking about theories of a few people, which was just a laughing stock.

At this moment, Zhang Yang's heart was trembling, and he actually felt a very special feeling.

Zhang Yang knows why, and he knows that once he reaches a certain level of training, he will open his heart.

It is a feeling that everything is under control. Within three meters of a circle, no wind or wind can hide his thoughts. (Applause)

And he can "look at the body inside", the body's flesh, bones, meridians, and even the route of real gas running, and he can see it at a glance.

This is a mysterious feeling. It's so incredible.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang shouted: "Oh, this is."

Between his eyebrows, a pearl was hanging quietly.

But I saw that the beads were brown and my eyes were like eyes.

"This is, this is." Zhang Yang immediately said excitedly: "Fengmu Bodhi!"

Zhang Yang blushed and murmured: "It's really it, it's actually hidden in my heart."

Zhang Yang also thought about how he practiced quickly in the past few months, but he was confused every time he doubted and wanted to pass it immediately, and of course he also had to pass the effect of Bodhi.

Around the Phoenix Bodhi, there are some small spots of light, white, like a grain of fine sand.

These are all spiritual images in the mind.

When it grows to a certain level, it will mutate and then it will produce a feeling of God.

The role of divine knowledge is more than a hundred times stronger than that of spiritual knowledge.

Zhang Yang would "see" walking to his belly and only see a piece of air in the sky, a fog wrapped around him, like countless little snakes flying.

He continued to look at the "fog", something like a vortex spinning gently, but very small, stirring the real gas, it was really spinning. (.)

After that, after three days, Zhang Yang learned this method: Qi Fang, Huo Gang's palms were firmly heavy on the seventh day, and there were only 18 golden horn sword techniques in total, but he could only practice the seventh style.

Zhang Yang has always been worried that since he started fighting with the Blood-Related Python four months ago, he has realized that his defense ability is too weak, such as the blood-line giant python's tail being thrown and his shoulder blades are almost broken. In terms of the five elements, since he is the most defensive, he has been considering learning the methods of local work and appropriately strengthening his defense.

Today, when he walked out of the house, he did not go to the underground lava practice as usual, but came to his home.

This time, it is very different from the treatment I received last time. No little maid dares to look at him. He doesn't dare to speak coldly any longer after walking through the road, but his attitude is not so respectful. It's just face.

At the clan banquet that night, Zhang Yang just suddenly swept away the decadent wind of the past. A surprise did not make people deeply afraid of unforgettable power, saying that the brothers of these nations immediately paid tribute to it, which is really impossible.

Zhang Yang did not take this for granted, but went directly to Tibet’s meritorious buildings.

Seeing Du Cheng, Du Cheng looked up at him, and then said happily: "Yes, it seems that you have worked hard recently and your body is much stronger than before."

Indeed, these four or five months of hard training not only made Zhang Yang seem less weak, but even a little bit of heroism. Compared with the major changes in the past, it is no wonder Du Cheng should be praised.
Chapter completed!