"Okay, Qingshan, come up!"

When Fang Qingshan heard this, he was silent for a while and walked over.

"Sit cross-legged, your heart is facing the sky, and you can't even think of it!"

Fang Qingshan acted according to his words.

After a moment, Wu Yazi turned his body, and the Tianling Gai and Fang Qingshan Tianling Gai were pressed together, and his palms were combined with Fang Qingshan's palms.

In an instant, a stream of pureness, like mercury, surging like a mountain torrent, slowly poured out from Wuyazi's body and poured straight into Fang Qingshan's body.

As a profound internal power among the dragons, the Beiming Divine Art is definitely not worse than the Nine Yin and Nine Yangs. There is only one thing that is that it cannot be compatible and transformed.

If you want to practice the Beiming Divine Art, you must start from the beginning, otherwise you will have to use your entire body's skills and start from scratch.

However, this is not a problem for Fang Qingshan.

First of all, his cultivation level is low now, and I am afraid he is not better than Xu Zhu at the time.

Secondly, the practice of physical body in the eternal world is based on the path of body refining. Even when you reach the aura realm, you will still refine essence into qi instead of practicing internal strength.

Therefore, Fang Qingshan did not practice internal strength at all, so he saved the section on resolving internal strength.

However, wearing a crown must bear the weight!

The same is true for internal strength. I think Wuyazi's internal strength is so surging and pure. If you want to fully accommodate it, an ordinary body cannot do it.

So, at this moment, Fang Qingshan’s hard days have come.

With the infusion of Wuyazi's internal force, Fang Qingshan seemed to have been tortured in various ways. His shrill scream was no less than Wuyazi's long roar before, which scared Su Xinghe outside the wooden house to tremble.

"Okay, only by enduring hardships can you become the best person. Keep it up!"

Wuyazi may have hurt his eardrums because of Fang Qingshan's scream. He directly pointed Fang Qingshan's mute acupoint, and suddenly, the whole world became quiet.

But you can't be distracted, the pain will be even deeper. For a moment, the force is like a knife, slashing inch by inch through Fang Qingshan's body, like an iron brush with a blade. When you brush back and forth, you can cut it into pieces by thousands of knives.

At this moment, Fang Qingshan's whole body became bloody and bloody, and his face was distorted.

Of course, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that he cannot faint because he is so painful. It is not that he does not want to faint, but that he cannot faint.

Whenever Fang Qingshan persists to the limit, the moment before he falls into a coma, the chessboard of the Heavens will produce a ray of light, awakening it, and repeating it, which makes Fang Qingshan feel so painful. He has never had the function of hating the chessboard of the Heavens to protect the soul of the chessboard of the Heavens.

Seeing Fang Qingshan screaming so hard, Wu Yazi was a little disappointed and felt that he was not firm in his will, but after seeing him for so long, he had not fallen into a coma and was still gritting his teeth and suffocating. He couldn't help but feel surprised, and at the same time he felt a sense of satisfaction.

When God is about to give a great responsibility to this person, he must first suffer his mind and mind, exhaust his muscles and bones, starve his body, and be empty and useless. He will do what he does. Therefore, he will be moved and endure his nature and increase his ability.

Ordinary people learn skills and practice martial arts for three or five years, just a first look at the path, just like a disciple who lifts water and practices Arhat boxing can only be just a novice in ten or eight years. If you want to be famous all over the world and be powerful in the world, you will not dare to say that there is no at all, but it is only rare.

Now, Fang Qingshan has Wuyazi's entire skill, which can be said to be completely digested and can be the best in the world, saving decades of cultivation.

There is no free lunch in the world, and there is no matter how much pie falls from the sky. Since you have gained such great benefits, you will naturally have to pay accordingly.

"Concentrate and calm your energy, and follow the internal force to transport Zhoutian!"

Just as Fang Qingshan was in dire straits, Wuyazi's voice came to his ears.

"There is a fish in the north, whose name is Kun. The back of Kun is not known for thousands of miles. It turns into a bird. It is called Peng... The sea is surrounded by hundreds of rivers, and it is large with tolerance. The wall stands thousands of feet high. If there is no desire, it will be strong!"

Fang Qingshan also knew that it was not a solution to survive like this, but it was better to find a goal and distract his attention.

Wuyazi's words were like a timely rain, so even while feeling the operation route of the receptor's power, he listened to the Mind Method of the Beiming Divine Art.

At the beginning, it was naturally not so smooth and intermittent, but after a long time, it would be great if you get used to it.

So after being interrupted by pain again and again, Fang Qingshan finally managed to operate the whole cycle in half an hour.

As the mind method moves, the internal force of outsiders is gradually assimilated into their own things.

Although this little bit is insignificant compared to Wuyazi's seventy years of skill, it is impossible to reach a thousand miles without accumulating small steps, and it is impossible to form a river and sea without accumulating small flows.

As long as you continue to peel off the threads and cocoons, one will grow and the other will eventually sweep the world and swallow up the eight deserts.

"Um?"

Seeing Fang Qingshan accepting internal strength gradually getting on track, Wuyazi couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction, and was about to continue output, when he suddenly raised his eyebrows.

It turned out that with the operation of the Beiming Divine Art, not only Wuyazi's internal force, but also a force emerged from Fang Qingshan's body and merged into it.

However, compared with the pure internal strength of Wuyazi, this power is undoubtedly much weaker, but the help of Qingshan on the other side is more effective.

Because with the addition of this force, Fang Qingshan's meridian body was repairing little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little.

This power is full of vitality and continues, and it is the various spiritual medicines that Fang Qingshan has devoured due to innate shortcomings over the past decade.

Fang Qingshan’s cultivation level was not enough, and three parts of these spiritual medicines were absorbed, three parts were wasted, and four parts were settled in his body.

I thought of the Fang family's elixirs every time, but it has never been cut off for 365 days a year. After decades of accumulation, even if I can't compare with Wuyazi's skills, it is quite impressive.

"It seems that my disciple hasn't told the truth completely!"

Seeing this scene, Wuyazi didn't know that Fang Qingshan's so-called life was fabricated.

After all, the mountain hermit could have so much money to buy so many spiritual medicines, and it would be even more a joke to say that he would pick it himself.

Just Wuyazi investigated that the spiritual qi in Fang Qingshan's body was basically made of ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum and other objects that had been over a hundred years old. Not to mention ordinary hermits, even the emperors of a country were not so luxurious.

"I don't know what this kid is?"

Even Wuyazi couldn't help but be curious about this.
Chapter completed!