The assessment has ended for several days.

Apart from Sun Fu's impressive and mysterious competition, Li Yue and Liu Hongtao's subsequent competitions were completely meaningless, and everyone was unintentional to watch them.

The same is true for Hong Tiande.

Could it be that the Tianlong Fighting Martial Arts Hall has also ushered in a new spring? Relying on this little guy who has no fighting spirit to maintain the reputation and reputation of a Fighting Martial Arts Hall that uses Fighting spirit as a means of survival?

There was a small storm in Hong Tiande's mind, and this thought torture him.

Sun Fu was talked many times and asked what cultivation method it used. Not only was his body skill very fast, but he also had powerful explosive power. How did the brute force that could compete with fighting spirit come from?

Hong Tiande doesn't believe that this kind of martial arts exist in the world! This is so incredible to him. Even Zhong Yan expressed an incomprehensible thought. It seems that this time, should I try it? Hong Tiande played Xiaojiu in his heart. Maintaining the martial arts hall is essential! If he wins the competition, even if he gets the top five, he will still get a little hard-working bonus, right?

With Zhong Yan's return, and with the most unexpected hidden killer move of this new disciple Sun Fu, it seems that there is no big problem to be a top five! Hong Tiande deducted all the questions about Sun Fu's cultivation, and he was indeed not as good as the source of his disciple's power. Instead of thinking about it, it's better to make some money for retirement!

With such a plan, Hong Tiande gave Sun Fu two sets of martial arts secrets, which are considered as evaluation rewards! He knew that Sun Fu was not sad about this skill book at all. He had no fighting spirit, so what was the point of practicing.

The true qi you cultivate yourself, the seal technique you use to display your true qi, and the fighting qi skills are completely different. Besides, the strength and weakness are already known. The foundation of your Qi Condensation Period is enough to compete with the fighting martial arts practitioners at the level of a fighting martial arts practitioner. It is definitely the natural restraint of fighting martial arts!

Perhaps one day, one day, I repair my own vein and re-cultivate my Dou Qi, and only by using the skills I use to exert my fighting power can I play my due role. At present, tossing these secrets is naturally a waste of my cultivation time. Sun Fu also understood that the speed of cultivation is not as good as that of Dou Qi cultivation, and it is not a measure of time with the same standard. Although in this divine world, where spiritual power is abundant, the speed of cultivation has been greatly increased, but it cannot be calculated daily.

More than a month later, it was late October autumn, and the weather became colder. Sun Fu proposed to go home and visit his relatives. This time, Hong Tiande did not stop him, but instead enthusiastically asked to send his disciples to accompany him. Sun Fuxin smiled and did not refuse, either, because he was afraid that he would be abducted by other martial arts halls.

Not seen each other for months.

Lin Xiaorou seemed to have grown taller, with long black hair and big eyes. She had a few strange looks in her cuteness. Perhaps it was because she always thought of someone, which involved some of her thoughts.

Sun Fu's return did not make her happy. Instead, she pouted, ignored her, and only cared about her own work. Sun Fu smiled secretly. The little girl was just a little girl, with clear love and hate, and she liked to play with a tantrum. Aunt Wang thought about it tightly, and Lin Ying was so, and the miss she was honest and honest was not inferior to others at all.

Anyway, there is a taste of home here.

After staying for a few days, Sun Fu always tried to overcome the second level of Qi Condensation Technique. The Dantian could no longer accommodate more spiritual power, but instead wanted to seek artistic conception.

On this day, the afternoon sun is bright, and the sky is blue. In the harmonious village, chickens and dogs are heard. In the yard, Lin Xiaorou's back is shaking in the round shop she was sorted...

When my parents left me, I was about the same size as Lin Xiaorou? Sun Fu recalled.

In his previous life, he lost his parents' care at the age of fifteen, and for two hundred years. It is all false to say that there is no thought or desire in his heart. The cultivator just let go of the spiritual shackles of the body and seems to be more free. If he loses friendship, life and death, if he thinks, letting go may not be able to be able to get rid of the Mahayana, and not being able to let go does not mean that he cannot be able to ride. He is just a matter of holding his own opinion.

Sometimes, watching others’ birth, old age, sickness and death, the short seventy or eighty years of life seem to be just a blink of an eye to myself. When I have a lot of children and grandchildren, I go to the Pure Land. People, when I am alive, want to see their descendants again...

Want to see what they are doing, thinking about, and whether they are living well, so that they can really feel relieved. So, how many people can let go of the moment when most people leave?

Can a pure cultivator let go? Sun Fu doesn’t know that he will miss home. Can his parents let go of themselves? Who can tell him the answer?

How many old friends have passed away in the past two hundred years? How many newcomers have watched you get up? Think about it, when you were drinking with you or when you were eighteen years old, you didn’t return drunk. The last time, in the distance, I watched you drink alone. You were already eighty-one years old. In front of your twilight body, under your trembling fingers, the only thing that remains unchanged is that glass of wine.

Lin Xiaorou will also grow old, right? Sun Fu stood in the yard, looking at her petite body drying herbs in a daze. Suddenly, he seemed to see Lin Xiaorou decades later, with wrinkles, white hair, and hunchbacked. Perhaps there would be a few children around her, laughing and asking her to tell her stories when she was young...

With a sensation, Sun Fu felt a sense of emptiness, and felt that he seemed a little mentally exhausted. At this moment, a certain sense was received in his dantian, and a cool stream flowed forever, bridged the veins and began to repair Sun Fu's mental consumption. The threshold of the second level of Qi Condensation was broken through here inadvertently.

In an instant, the river of spiritual power that had been accommodated for a long time rushing out and rushed straight into the limbs and bones.

A stream of aura that was cool began to surround Sun Fu's body, and it was a transparent aura. In the sunlight, as the breath strengthened, a trace of rainbow-like arc was finally reflected, flashing back and forth around Sun Fu's body, like a god descending to earth, or a mysterious opportunity, which triggered the further expansion and condensation of spiritual power in Sun Fu's dantian.

If Lin Xiaorou could look back at this time, she would have seen Sun Fu's different spirits and mysterious phenomena. Unfortunately, she buried her head in the drying, and her little hand just wiped the slightly fragrant sweat from her forehead, and did not look back.

Sun Fu changed his palms to the seal technique, gradually controlling the spread of his breath, seized the opportunity, and constantly summarized and condensed the spiritual power accumulated in the dantian. As time passed, the originally stagnant spiritual energy of the dantian began to loosen, gradually condensed towards the core, and continuously reduced its volume.

It is definitely not possible to achieve it overnight. Sun Fu did not expect that the spiritual power of the dantian would be condensed in a short while. He took it step by step and consolidated the gap that broke through the bottleneck of the second level. In time, he would be able to completely let go of the second level gate Qi Condensation Rate and officially enter the smooth road of the second level.

Gradually, the faint white breath disappeared from his nostrils and the rainbow disappeared.

At this moment, another layer of stain on my skin was covered in smelly sweat.

Sun Fu smiled with satisfaction on his face, stood up and moved his muscles and bones. A stream of true energy that was more energetic than before flowed through the broken veins, slowly like a stream, flowing through the internal organs, his body naturally burst out with a kind of power. He was refreshed! The washing of true energy can eventually transform himself and become a different body of cultivation!

"What's so pretty? Stinky, why are you so dirty?" Lin Xiaorou came to her at some point.

A few traces of fragrant wind, bright sun, gentle breeze, black hair fluttering, delicate eyes, cute.

The little girl is still angry with her in the past few days!

Sun Fu still smiled and looked at her, "Xiao Rou! I want to teach you a set of martial arts. As long as you practice diligently, it will be very useful for you to improve your medical skills!" Sun Fu did not tell the truth, it was not to improve your medical skills, but to cultivate the truth.

"Hmph, I don't want to teach me my memory brother!" Lin Xiaorou turned her head and shook her long hair. "I'll learn from my mother!"

"My mother teaches you very much. When treating patients, I can inject breath on the needle, which is very beneficial to the treatment!" Sun Fu smiled and explained.

"Really?" Lin Xiaorou was really interested in medical skills. When she heard this, she was naturally a little slanted. "Is it because my brother learned the fighting spirit?" Lin Xiaorou guessed this, which was also the reason why Sun Fu went out to learn fighting martial arts.

"It's almost the same, but it's very helpful to art. I've seen someone in the town who saves people like this! People in the town say that they are called miracle doctors!" Sun Fu simply made a mistake.

"Miscellaneous Doctor?" Lin Xiaorou was confused. My mother's medical skills were also very good, but she was not as a miracle doctor. Besides, the medical skills in the town were indeed better than those in the village. There were so many difficult diseases. Isn't it just that my mother couldn't treat it...

"I'm afraid that you will not endure hardships and will not be able to learn well! If you treat someone to death in the future, your brother's reputation will be ruined! I taught you anyway..." Sun Fu teased while secretly watching Lin Xiaorou's expression change. Sure enough, Lin Xiaorou's unyielding personality and her desire for miraculous medical skills have resulted.

"Who said I can't endure hardships? Just learn it!" Lin Xiaorou pouted, "When did my brother ask me to get angry on the needle?"

"Tomorrow, I will write down the Heart Skills of how to practice today!" Sun Fu smiled, "I won't learn for a while, but I'll be so anxious again... My amnesia-lossing brother is so big!"

"Brother asks for a fight!" Lin Xiaorou pursed her lips and waved her pink fist.

"I'm dirty and want to take a shower! Come and hit me in the bathtub..." Sun Fu was hilarious, hooked his fingers, and retreated into the house with a hooligan.

Lin Xiaorou was outside the door, shy and angry, blushed, and stamped her feet. "Hmph, when I get angry, I will use an air-carrying needle to stab you... Let's see how my brother runs..."

After a moment, Sun Fu was singing in the bathtub, a cold war for no reason. Who is cursing to murder me?
Chapter completed!