"Yi Jin Jing, why are you here?"
Chen Yunfeng asked as he looked at the metal booklet in front of him in shock.
Shaolin's unique skill, Yi Jin Jing, can be regarded as an extremely weird magical skill.
It uses external skills to promote internal skills.
It is the only one among all martial arts.
The entire secret book only contains a dozen patterns, and it only shows postures.
Whatever needs to be done, the Qi in the body will naturally move according to the posture; In the world of Tianlong, although this martial arts is not very powerful, you must know that Zhuang Juxian who was bitten by the ice silkworm is also You Tanzhi.
He was not even a third-rate martial artist before.
Even if he was given dozens of ice silkworm poisons, Even with years of internal strength, he was unable to quickly become an innate warrior; However, he had only been able to practice the Yi Jin Jing for a few months, and he could travel across the world with the Ice Silkworm Poison Palm.
Although he was not as good as Xiao Feng and others, he was still below those top ranked masters.
After careful calculation, it is inevitable that this Shaolin God-protecting magic skill is valued more highly than any of the seventy-two unique skills.
After flipping through it, Chen Yunfeng was shocked to see a passage in the Yi Jin Jing.
Yi Jin Jing requires a large intake of meat, otherwise the essence and blood in the body will be drained and withered due to the Yi Jin Jing.
One of the Shaolin God-protecting Magic Techniques actually had a mark on eating a lot of meat and fish.
Chen Yunfeng couldn't help but be a little curious, but the woman on the side suddenly said: "It is said that my ancestors were also warriors.
However, due to other reasons, they were blind and disabled.
They migrated here to get married and start a family.
Therefore, this thing has been kept at home for hundreds of years.
I don't know if it will be useful to heroes."
"What are your ancestors' surnames?"
Chen Yunfeng asked as he put away the cloth bag.
"My ancestor's surname is You.
My great-grandfather's name is Tanzhi."
The woman said harmoniously.
Chen Yunfeng finally understood why this Shaolin supreme magic art was here.
You Tanzhi jumped off the cliff with the dead Ah Zi in his arms but did not die.
He only broke his legs.
When he returned to the Central Plains, he settled in this mountain and wilderness, leaving behind the Yi Jin Jing that he unexpectedly obtained, but strictly prohibited future generations from practicing it; Chen Yunfeng rescued the woman and her son, but unexpectedly acquired a peerless martial arts.
He didn't know if this was destiny.
If Li Mochou was allowed to kill the mother and son, the farmhouse would be burned down.
This Yi Jin Jing will have to be buried underground for a long time and will never be seen again.
Chen Yunfeng took out two five hundred taels of silver notes from his arms, wrapped the dozens of taels of broken silver in his arms with cloth and handed them to the woman and said: "At this time, the Mongolian army is attacking Xiangyang.
If you stay a little more stable, you and your family should go to Jiangnan to avoid trouble.
This silver tael is enough for your expenses.
You can exchange silver coins for silver coins when you arrive in Jiangnan.
I still have something to do.
If you need help, Go to Xiangyang and ask Chen Yunfeng, and someone will take you to my house."
The Yi Jin Jing was a priceless treasure.
Chen Yunfeng's small amount of money was just a token of his gratitude.
He put the book into his arms and ran towards the west.
At this time, Chen Yunfeng had no intention of studying the Yi Jin Jing carefully.
The foundation of this martial art required a peaceful mind.
He was now in a hurry to arrange the next things.
And he agreed to Guo Fu to rescue Guo Xiang, so Huang Rong's chances were estimated to be much smaller if there was trouble in the middle.
He couldn't help but feel guilty.
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He quickly passed over the hills one after another, and after driving for dozens of miles, he finally found traces of Li Mochou and Yang Guo.
Yang Guo was holding two little leopards in his hands, and on the ground beside him, Li Mochou was placing Guo Xiang in the arms of the female leopard.
While eating his mother's food, Chen Yunfeng hid behind a big tree and watched the two of them looking at the baby with peaceful faces.
For a while, there was a warm feeling in the air.
"I don't know what it would be like to let Li Mochou give birth to a child by herself.
She probably won't be so persistent after she has a baby.
But will she fall in love with another man?
Or maybe he will forcefully wipe her out and let her have a child?
Uh.
I feel a little evil."
Chen Yunfeng couldn't help but think to himself when he saw this scene.
These certain thoughts arise.
Will be remembered by God.
Chen Yunfeng's strange idea seems impossible, but it always makes things in the world distorted.
He watched this scene quietly, watching the sun continue to set in the west.
Huang Rong and others who were still in Xiangyang were probably panicking, but in order to reorganize their thoughts, he had no intention of snatching Guo Xiang from Li Mochou. idea.
Not long after, Yang Guo and Li Mochou found a cave, and Yang Guo went out hunting.
Chen Yunfeng, who was not far away, could only watch them roasting the hare and eating it with gusto.
However, he could only take a long breath toward the sky to circulate his Qi and practice. .
It was finally dark.
Yang Guo was tied to a big tree with a long rope outside the cave.
He jumped up and lay down on it, swaying and resting.
This is a way of practicing Qinggong in ancient tombs.
Chen Yunfeng himself once slept like this in Shendiao Canyon for more than a year.
It is a kind of Qinggong method that allows him to maintain balance at all times.
It is also considered a top practice in this era.
"Quack, quack, quack," a messy cry suddenly appeared outside of mathematics.
Chen Yunfeng, who was meditating, opened his eyes slightly, smiled and then closed his eyes again.
He was extremely familiar with that cry.
It was the person who was drinking heavily.
Awesome old eagle.
Although the cry was rapid, Chen Yunfeng, who was used to hearing the old eagle's voice, could tell that it was a happy cry.
That night was Yang Guo's business.
He was just monitoring Li Mochou to avoid little Guo Xiang's appearance.
Just an accident.
When Yang Guo heard the sound, he jumped off the long rope and left.
Chen Yunfeng didn't even look at him this time.
He was constantly absorbing the nearly two hundred years of true energy from the bodies of the four guardian monks of Tianlong Temple.
This was the first time that he had absorbed such powerful and pure Qi.
He did not expect to encounter four monks who would besiege him.
In this rage, he did not care whether it was Tantric, Mizong or Secret Sect.
Killing them to absorb the Qi was His only thought when he killed the four great monks.
If he had already opened the bridge between heaven and earth, this huge energy would be more than enough to condense fake elixirs.
This was the result of his high concentration of pure energy; Chen Yunfeng calculated that although Wang Chongyang had three times more innate energy cultivation, he was only fifty-eight years old when he died.
Even if the innate power of the innate skill itself was pure, he would have only been one hundred sixty-eight years old if he started practicing at the age of three or four.
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Chen Yunfeng was a little puzzled by the fact that with 267 years of innate Qi, plus the chance that he had a chance to increase his Qi for hundreds of years, he could smelt golden elixir.
He only infers others based on himself, just like the old naughty boy Zhou Botong, whose Qi started to form false elixirs automatically after only two hundred years; But Chen Yunfeng's current Qi has been for one hundred and forty-five years, and he can still gain at least one hundred and fifty years of skill in transforming this pure Qi.
But he calculated that he had to reach the saturation of his meridians and start preparing to open them.
The bridge between heaven and earth will require at least several decades of true energy.
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