"If He Pingfan couldn't come out alive, I would kill this old thief!"

Leng Fanyi started practicing in the yard. She sent all servants and forbidden anyone to disturb her.

In the yard, swords and swords come and go like the wind.

At the same time, the Dou family.

Mr. Dou was walking in the study with his hands behind his back, and Mrs. Dou said, "Mr. Qingyun will be handed over to someone tomorrow. This boy named He may not die."

Mr. Dou said coldly, "If he doesn't die, don't think about his life."

"I'll ask someone to kill him!"

At the entrance of Qingyun Pavilion, Xiang Bo and others have been sticking to this place.

It was already late at night and no one was sleepy.

Everyone was waiting for tomorrow dawn, forcing Master Qingyun to hand over the person.

As time gets closer, everyone's hearts become more and more uneasy.

No one knows what He Pingfan is doing now?

Xiang Bo kept smoking, and everyone didn't dare to speak.

The Qingyun Pavilion was quiet. They had been guarding for two days and had never seen Master Qingyun at all.

It's going to be dawn in three hours.

Everyone looked up at the sky.

In the dark and dark basement, He Pingfan felt more and more that he could not hold on.

Apart from constantly reciting the mental method of "Xuantianlu", I can do nothing.

This mental method has been followed by him for more than ten years, and he can be said to be memorizing it.

But he never recited it backwards.

When he silently recited it thirty-five times, a sudden flash of inspiration flashed.

After the spirit body is enlightened, one's memory has greatly increased, and one can remember anything in one's heart by just taking a look.

He Pingfan lay on the cold ground and began to memorize these mental methods.

After memorizing it once, I started again and started again.

In this way, the top fell down, repeatedly, from the head to the back, from the back to the head, and then disrupted the back.

“Huh?

This mental method is also very smooth when it comes to the back, and the artistic conception is deeper."

He Pingfan suddenly realized something and savored it carefully.

I suddenly discovered a very strange problem. The mind method is from beginning to end, and it is a progressive method from shallow to deep and gradual.

On the contrary, its context becomes profound and profound, and aftertasteless. If you understand it in this way, it is a completely different idea.

Everything it contains is deeper and wider, just like an endless, unfathomable vast universe.

The more He Pingfan savors the more he savors it is.

It constantly introduces people to an infinite realm, as if at that moment it suddenly entered another brand new world.

When he understood the entire mind method in turn, he suddenly realized and realized it.

Oh my God! It turns out that this is what I have been searching for, the second half of the "Xuantianlu" mental method.

So amazing.

One mind method is divided into two parts, along the back is the upper half, and upside down is the lower half.

He Pingfan has never been so relieved, excited, and excited.

The mind method mentions the practice of mysterious techniques.

Water accumulates into drops, from zero to some.

However, the second half needs to break the fixed thinking, completely disrupt what you have learned throughout your life, break it into pieces, and start everything over again.

If the first half is about laying the foundation and being pragmatic.

The second half talks about artistic conception and deliberation.

This kind of pursuing practice must allow the practitioner to disperse all his skills and return it to the essence of zero.

Then understand its artistic conception from the mind method.

This is why when many strong people practice to the master realm, they feel like they have entered another brand new world, and their vision and mind realm are very different from before.

Of course, there are also many people who force themselves into the Grandmaster realm, but after entering the Grandmaster realm in this way, it will be difficult for a lifetime to make progress.

This is also one of the reasons why Master Qingyun and others are depressed after entering the Grandmaster realm.

The master level they reached is completely different from the master level of Xuanshu.

Moreover, in the practice of mysterious arts, few people dare to take such a great risk to disperse their lifelong cultivation and return everything to zero.

Once it fails, it is like a useless person.

After figuring out all this, He Pingfan sighed.

If the dantian is destroyed, I don’t know if I can practice successfully?

Just try it?

If you can't escape, you will die sooner or later.

So he skipped the two sections of the Lingkong Realm and began to practice according to the mind method.

The dantian is empty.

He Pingfan didn't have much hope, and he was a life-threatening horse.

However, the dantian has been destroyed and the meridians have been cut off. How can it be so easy to practice successfully?

If you really succeed in practicing so casually, aren’t there many powerful people in the world?

With the last trace of perseverance, He Pingfan practiced hard for more than two hours.

Alas—— he finally sighed.

"Old thief Qingyun, if I, He Pingfan, could see the light of heaven again, it would be the time for you to destroy."

After cursing, his consciousness became confused again.

The last trace of perseverance was also destroyed and he fainted again.

The sky finally dawned! A trace of white fish belly appeared in the sky. Xiang Bo and others outside Qingyun Pavilion looked at the dawn and became excited one by one.

It's dawn! It's time to let the old thief Qingyun hand over the sect leader.

Mr. Leng and others also haven't slept all night, and An Ruyi's eyes are even red.

Old Leng looked at An Ruyi and sighed with great worries.

"I don't know how Wu Yi is?"

"Bang bang bang!"

He Jian went to knock on the door again.

The heavy knocks on the door alarmed the people in Qingyun Pavilion, and a disciple shouted fiercely: "Why do you want to kill me?"

Are you impatient to live?"

He Jian clenched his fists and wanted to do something. He shouted at the other party, "It's dawn, I'll ask the old thief Qingyun to come out and release him."

More than a dozen disciples from Qingyun Pavilion rushed out, "My master is not here, keep waiting!"

Someone contemptuously said to He Jian, "Why are you glaring at me?"

If you have the ability, you can bite me!"

Hehe — He Jian really wants to kill someone.

Wang Yige stopped him, "It's already dawn, so don't worry."

Xiang Bo's eyes also caught fire, "When will Master Qingyun come out?"

A disciple said, “How can we know?

If you like to wait, just wait, get out if you don’t wait.”

Huh—The fire in everyone’s hearts was rushing.

Leng Junfeng said, "If we don't get a deal with someone, we have to go find Mr. Qin."

The other party mocked him indifferently, "If you have the ability, go, who is afraid of whom?"

Ah Hu was so angry that he waved his fist and punched him in the whistle.

"Ah--" The other party screamed and was punched away by Ah Hu.
To be continued...