Eternal Immortal King

"The practice of the past few months has neglected the tempering of the body, and if you have time, you must get a good workout." Tang Ao turned the "Iron Steel Sand" mental method, and the trembling phenomenon improved slightly.

"Hold on a little longer, there is one last point." At the last moment, Song Hetong became more afraid that Tang Ao would lose the chain, and kept spurring Tang Ao.

"Old man, it's okay, I can hold on for a while, you continue." Tang Ao raised his head and gave Song Hetong a firm look.

"Okay! Get up!"

Looking at the black and shiny Zhenyue Wujin who was only the size of a baby's fist in front of him, Tang Ao had the heart to cry, "This deity is so exhausted that he has made such a thing."

Song Hetong played with such a small piece of Wujin and glared at Tang Ao, "What do you think? This is only a basket, and it will exhaust you like this, so I am ashamed to say that he is in the Yuan Wu state."

"I..." Tang Ao was once again confused by this old guy. Originally, I had too much pursuit of realm and instantaneous burst of power, ignoring the tempering of the physical body, which led to the short-term strength. Although he had soaked in spring water before, it only stimulated the potential of Tang Ao's physical body at that time, while neglecting to continue to strengthen the nurturing of the acquired.

Song Hetong seemed to see Tang Ao's shortcomings and difficulties, "Never mind! Is there such a person who has an appetite for the old man and works well with him. Come with me, and the old man will show you something."

"Oh?"

Following Song Hetong, Tang Ao went around in the workshop a few times and came to a simple room outside. It was hard to believe that this was the residence of Song Hetong, the famous crafting master.

"The whole workshop is very atmospheric, why is your house so shabby, you are too picky." Tang Aoman looked around carelessly, sarcasmly from time to time.

"Hey! People, when you reach a certain level or reach a certain age, you lose a lot of things. If you can have a shelter, the old man will be satisfied." Song Hetong carried a pair of rough hands on his back, and said with some vicissitudes of life. .

Tang Ao got goose bumps inexplicably, "Hey~ don't be lyrical, you said to show me something, what do you see?"

Song Hetong flipped through the boxes and cabinets for a while, murmured while flipping, "No reason! It should be here!" After flipping over here, she flipped over over there, "Probably it is here!"

"Ha! I found it!" Song Hetong took out a dilapidated book with several pages rolled up, and handed it to Tang Ao. "This is the method of breath adjustment that I have realized in the process of building. To maximize the use of separate strengths, the old man calls it "breath-holding tactics." Let me show you first! You can smelt Wujin these days, and it will be good for you."

"Thanks! This kind of good thing should be brought out soon!" Tang Ao took the Qi Jue unceremoniously, and read it roughly, "I feel pretty good about the ones you taught me today. Then according to this principle, yes. Isn't it possible to increase the power of the shot?"

A bold idea, or something that Song Hetong expected, "You are smarter than I thought. Yes, this breath-holding technique uses vitality and works with the breath of the dantian. It depends on each person’s situation, old man. That’s a total of 30,000 catties."

"Damn! Thirty thousand catties!" Although it was expected, he was taken aback.

"It's just that the process of training is painful, and you need enough patience. Once you slack off, you will lose all your previous efforts. You must be mentally prepared." Song Hetong put away the expression of laughing with Tang Ao, and seriously warned Tang Ao.

"The deity knows, isn't you still there? It should be quick to learn. When will the remaining nine baskets of black stones be smelted?" Tang Ao was holding a secret book, a little impatient to practice.

"It depends on you. If you are not in a hurry, it will be fine if you put it for ten or eight years." Song Hetong laughed, admiring the young people's struggle.

"That's it, I'll go back to the room!" Tang Ao simply greeted him, and hurriedly returned to the room the disciples were living in.

"Diligent and studious! The future of this son is limitless!" Looking at Tang Ao's back, Song Hetong touched his gray beard with a smile on his face.

"Earth cannibalize people with grains, and heaven cannibalize people with six qi. That's why, the way of qi..." Tang Ao rushed back to the wing room, reading and practicing eagerly.

"It turns out that Dantian is not only used to store qi to transform spiritual qi, but also to use qi to penetrate the spirit and temper oneself." As Tang Ao read deeper, the door to a new world opened to Tang Ao.

Heaven and earth have auras, which are absorbed by the monks and warriors, and transformed into the true qi, aura, qi, etc. they need through the dantian. However, there is still a part of Qi free and easy world, free and wanton, because of the cover of spiritual Qi, so that people ignore its existence.

The "Holding Breath Jue" is just such a technique that uses qi to strengthen the body's functions, constantly challenge and surpass oneself. This is probably the reason why Song Hetong is so old, but his eyes are full of spirits.

"Entraining Qi into the abdomen, and sinking Qi into the Dantian." After several attempts, Tang Ao quickly mastered the technique of entraining Qi and luck. Imitating the breathing technique that Song Hetong taught him in the book, Tang Ao, under his eyesight, noticed a light yellow airflow gradually sinking from his lungs, and quickly deposited at the pubic area; followed by his own meridians. , Flow to the limbs and hundreds of skeletons.

"Ah!" Tang Ao was relieved, the ecstasy and bone-eroding sensation from the bone marrow made him scream, and the tip of his tongue was stimulated so that he kept secreting sweet body fluid.

With a burst of energy, Tang Ao took advantage of the excitement and finished the "breath-holding tactic" in one night. The morning sun shone slightly the next day, and when the first ray of sunlight shone on Tang Ao, Tang Ao opened his eyes.

"Zheng!"

With a sharp sound of breaking through the sky, Tang Ao's eyes burst out with two substantive sharp lights, blasting two small holes in the bluestone ground in front of him.

"It's done! "The Breath-holding Technique" is really amazing. Only one night, the strength of the physical body has once again increased by 10,000 catties." Tang Ao stood up and realized that he had grown a lot taller for a while and stretched out. , There was a roar of bones crackling all over the body.

"Another ten thousand jin of strength has been added. Now, without using the moving meridian map, I can hit nearly 60,000 jin of strength out of thin air. In the duel, I have increased my confidence that I will win." Tang Ao squeezed his fist. His eyes are firm and his eyes are flowing.

"Master Tang, please, Master."

A disciple invited Tang Ao to speak, Tang Ao nodded, and after some sorting, he followed the disciple to the inner hall.

A woman stood behind Song Hetong, her face was green and delicate, she turned a little blush when she saw Tang Ao; she was dressed in white as snow, holy as a fairy of nine days; compared with her previous time in Baijiazhuang, Less dignified, more feminine.

"Damn! I didn't expect this girl to take a closer look, she looks pretty!"