The First Thousand and Twenty-Nine Chapters He Entered the Finger

Elixir enters the body.

The five nourishing pills turned into a warm current, flowing into the meridians of the whole body.

In the spirit-gathering well on Lin Yidantian's spirit-gathering platform, with the operation of the foundation building chapter of the Dao, wisps of spiritual energy overflowed from it, slowly warming Lin Yi's flesh and blood.

Wherever the spiritual energy passed, it made Lin Yi's bones and muscles make a crisp sound, and every soft sound made the bones and meridians more solidified.

Lin Yi closed his eyes and crossed his legs. The air around his body, within five meters, gradually converged into wind blades visible to the naked eye in a gentle manner.

The wind also became stronger and stronger, bringing out waves of whistling sounds.

In the end, the blade of the wind became a sword, and everything around Lin Yi was filled with a substantial sword aura.

This sword energy seems to follow some rules, protecting Lin Yi's body, condensing and not dispersing.

Jiangcheng Zuo's house, in a room.

Zuo He and Zuo Shan stood aside, looking respectfully at the bearded man in white shirt.

The man is not young, but his figure is as tall and straight as a sword, but at a glance, it makes people feel infinitely sharp.

"Master Mo Yang, there are still four days left before the time you agreed with Master Lin of Haizhou."

Zuo He was respectful, and winked at Zuo Shan beside him. Seeing this, Zuo Shan hurried forward, holding a wooden box in his hand: "Master Mo Yang, this is our A 200-year-old ginseng that I finally collected is said to have the power to increase blood, please accept it!"

He opened the wooden box, and there was a waxy yellow ginseng the size of half a palm lying quietly. The shape of the ginseng, at first glance, looked like a baby with closed eyes.

Mo Yang glanced lightly, took the ginseng in his hand, and glanced at it a few times.

Before he could speak, the ginseng in his hand turned into a cloud of dust in the eyes of Zuo He and Zuo Shan, and scattered in the room.

"This……"

Zuo He and Zuo Shan looked suspicious.

"Ginseng of this level is useless to me.

After decades of awakening to martial arts under the Tianchi Lake in Changbai Mountain, I finally figured out a truth. "

Mo Yang glanced at them, turned around, and walked slowly into the courtyard behind him.

At this moment, it is snowing heavily outside the house, and the world is lonely.

Outside the Zuo family, although there are countless masters gathered together, there is even the Tu Hubao who came here with hatred, entrenched in front of the door, waiting to fight Mo Yang, which can be said to make the Zuo family flourish.

Since Mo Yang entered Zuo's house, he lived in seclusion and had almost no communication with the outside world. All he was waiting for was a battle with Master Lin of Haizhou.

Killing Master Lin of Haizhou to avenge Huang Longji was Mo Yang's only thought now.

"Master, what truth have you realized?"

Zuo Shan saw Master Mo Yang standing in the courtyard, looking up at the sky, and snowflakes falling from his side, bit by bit, with a bit of heroic spirit, so he couldn't help asking curiously.

"The so-called martial arts is nothing more than strengthening oneself with boxing skills, such as external strength, internal strength, and even the state of diamonds. Relying on various medicinal materials to temper oneself, supplemented by profound martial arts, is enough to achieve some achievements."

Mo Yang's tone was light: "I used to be like countless warriors, young and energetic, looking for masters from all walks of life, proving myself, and proving my martial arts."

"I formally practiced martial arts when I was fifteen years old. At the age of sixteen, I reached the peak of my inner strength. At the age of eighteen, I reached the peak of the King Kong. Until I was forty, I entered the peak of the first-grade King Kong."

"So far in my life, I have defeated one hundred and sixty martial arts masters of external strength, sixty-four masters of internal strength, and only five people in the realm of diamond."

"Those five people were known as the strongest diamonds at the time, and I defeated them one by one, attracting thousands of people to worship, but my realm has always been among the first-grade diamonds, and I have stagnated, no matter how difficult it is to advance."

"I have also sought countless panacea, trying to break the threshold of King Kong, but finally ended in failure."

"After decades of enlightenment in martial arts, from the moment I left the Tianchi Lake, I was still at the peak of the first-grade Vajra."

Speaking of this, Mo Yang paused slightly.

His eyes were calm, and the ancient well was calm, watching the snowflakes falling from the sky.

"Master Mo Yang, what do you mean, you haven't broken the threshold of King Kong yet?"

Zuo He's heart skipped a beat, and he asked cautiously.

When Mo Yang left the gate, everyone in the world thought that he had entered Zhixuan, another realm that made people move.

Now that Zuo He heard Mo Yang's words, his heart suddenly felt a little empty.

"Before today, it was true." Mo Yang nodded: "This is also part of the reason why the battle with Master Haizhou Lin will be on February 14th."

Speaking of this, Mo Yang paused for a moment, and then slowly said: "But today, I finally understand the profound meaning of Zhixuan."

"Although Zhixuan is still related to tempering muscles and bones, the relationship is far less important."

"As long as those who can reach the peak of the first-rank King Kong, their physical fitness has reached the limit they can achieve. Unless they are assisted by the mysterious medicine of heaven, material and earth, the upper limit is there."

"As for Zhixuan..."

Mo Yang took a step forward, turning his right hand slightly.

What he saw was the tip of his right index finger.

Zuo He and Zuo Shan were a little confused, but they saw that Mo Yang stretched out his finger and moved towards the fluttering snowflakes in mid-air.

"The so-called Zhixuan refers to internal strength borrowing external strength. All things have power, and strength has substance. Using strength to change strength, borrowing the power of all things in the world, and using it for oneself, is called Zhixuan."

"The mystery of one finger is roughly the same."

Mo Yang's words fell.

The snowflakes touched by his fingertips suddenly stagnated in mid-air, followed by countless snowflakes flying up in front of Mo Yang, those snowflakes were intertwined and interdependent, forming a A white and straight snow bridge!

The snow bridge stretched out from the courtyard, and more snowflakes continued to condense in mid-air, as if some force was urging them to move.

Mo Yang raised his head, looked at the snow-covered bridge in front of him, and stepped on the head of the bridge one step at a time.

"This... this is..."

Zuo He and Zuo Shan stared wide-eyed, watching the unbelievable scene in front of them, their throats were hoarse, and they couldn't speak for a while.

The white snow bridge that goes to the sky rises from the ground and runs through the sky and the earth.

Mo Yang stepped on the bridge, and every time he took a step, a new snow bridge stretched out in front of him, as if it stretched endlessly.

"Look! What's that!"

"Someone! There's someone on the bridge!"

"Master Mo Yang, it's Master Mo Yang!"

Outside Zuo's house, there were countless crowds. They raised their heads and looked towards the sky. As far as their eyes could see, they could see Mo Yang walking slowly with his hands behind his back, like a god.

The world is quiet and quiet, but there is also the hustle and bustle of traffic.

"Mo Yang!"

Not far away, an old man dressed in black cotton wool, with a rather feminine appearance, looked at the snow bridge above the sky with a dazed look on his face.

On this day, Master Mo Yang left from Zuo's house in Jiangcheng.

Under the heavy snow, I entered Zhixuan.