Wu Yong visualized the fist path and meridian drawing, and the human-shaped blood mist behind him slowly danced his fists and feet.

It is not as good as he did before. In order to ensure his concentration, the blood mist punches and the force is very slow, and the slow motion is also similar.

But it was just like this seemingly light fist and foot skill, the blood fog boiled, which made Wu Yong's blood vein stimulated, making him feel very uncomfortable.

I don’t know how long it took to "practice boxing" in this way, and a feeling of fatigue surged from my limbs and bones like a tide.

He stopped visualizing, and the human-shaped blood mist behind him gradually dissipated, and the mist of blood mist returned to him, lingering around him, and then slowly drilled back into his pores.

The blood mist was like a fireflies emitting red light, one by one, one by one, until the last star point, all returned to Wu Yong's body.

The vision disappears and becomes normal.

Wu Yong sat upright and realized it for a while, calmed the surging of blood and then opened his eyes quietly and let out a long breath.

He glanced at his hands, clenched his fists, and instantly felt a huge force burst out from his ten fingers and palms.

Especially when he had all his thoughts on his fingers, the blue veins bulged, the blood vessels pumped up, and the blood in his forearm seemed to be urged to gather, and rushed towards the end of his fingertips that were exerting force. The fist, which was already clenched so tight that there was no gap, became more and more solid.

He spread his palms and slapped the ground with a snap. A palm print suddenly appeared, and then he grabbed it vigorously on the mountain bluestone - five shallow finger prints were clearly visible.

Try to squat half a squat again, exerting force on the soles of the feet and ten toes, just like the changes in the forearm, the blood from the two big and small legs poured straight into the soles of the feet, as if two long steel sticks were pounded on the ground with a "super" sound - the whole person jumped up from the flat ground, much higher than the height.

Wu Yong was stunned for a moment, looking at the ground far away from him, and he couldn't maintain balance for a while, and his waist was unconsciously tightened and exerted force.

With a "click", the toes of your feet landed on the ground, and then the heels landed on the ground, easily removing the fallen force, and the person floated on the ground, making it feel so relaxed.

"How long has it been, I can have such ability?" He was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, and jumped a few more times, his legs were similar to those equipped with springs, and he could jump up to nearly two meters high.

After a while of fun, the sky was bright, the clouds and mists were dispersed among the mountains and mountains, and the mountains and rivers were all filled with their eyes.

"Gululu..."

Wu Yong took a deep breath, emptied his head slightly, relaxed his spirit, and the temple of Wuyuan initiated a sacrificial request again.

"Teacher Xuanxuzi said that once I start practicing, I will eat more, and said that I will prepare meat for me..."

"Slowly speaking, tempering qi and blood is a kind of consumption. Even boxing itself consumes energy and physical energy. Only by eating more can you make up for the consumption as soon as possible."

He looked at the sky light, thought for a while, and took advantage of the morning sun, and called a big bird and flew to the south to a mountain called "Yanbang Peak".

"I can't wait any more. I'm so hungry that I'm so hungry that I'm sending Chen Zheng early. At that time, I'll say I'm going to Yanniufeng to get food!"

Wu Yong sat on Que'er and watched around, "It's a pity that He Yi didn't see him. This lazy guy is still in his dream."

He talked to himself, and because of his progress in his cultivation, he felt refreshed and smiled happily and said, "It would be better to dream of Senior Sister Qin Qing, Freddy."

The Queer under her felt strange and thought to herself: "Why is this little Taoist not like a normal person?"

...

Wu Xuan went to Yan Niu Peak and jumped down from the back of the big Que'er. Without taking a step, he whispered, turned his heels, and the man quickly turned around and grabbed the big Que'er's wings.

The big Queer was about to fly away, but he staggered with a roar. Wu Yong tempered his blood and energy again. He didn't exert any force, and he pulled off some of the feathers on his wings.

"I'm sorry, I'm anxious!" Wu Yong was impatient, "I want to tell you that I'm leaving soon. You can wait for me for a while and take me for a while."

Da Que'er felt sorry for the smooth Meiyu on her body, but she could only laugh and cry: "Of course there is no problem. It's just that, Xiao Daoist, why are you anxious in the early morning? Isn't it better to take your time to do anything?"

"Do you know it? Ash 8 or not!" Wu Yong thought of the busyness of his previous life when he was studying, and he waved his hand and blew it, slowly walked towards the gate of Guanyuan on the Yanbian Peak.

The name of Yanniao Peak is not as ethereal as it sounds. In fact, it is based on the meaning of fireworks, which means that this place is like ordinary people. It is a place where cooking, laundry and other ordinary tasks are handled in the Emei Gate.

Wu Yong was still slow as he walked, but he didn't expect that a trace of rice, flour and food fragrance floated out from the sight, which made him greedy and could no longer wait. He took two steps at the same time, then took five steps three times, and ran into the sight.

Big Que'er laughed outside and used a bent beak to fix the place where Wu Yong had just pulled it. Her heart hurts and comforted herself: "This young Taoist priest is tempted by nature and acts freely. No wonder he is, after all..."

Da Que'er was talking to herself, but after a moment, she suddenly heard shouting and scolding from Yan Niufeng's viewing garden. When she looked up, she saw Wu Yong smiling and ran out of the viewing.

I saw him holding several thick buns in his hands. Because he was pinching too tightly, his fingers were trapped in the soft inner pocket. The inner bag of his clothes was heavy, and it was clearly hidden.

He even bit one on his mouth, ran towards him with a crackling sound, and turned around in a vague manner and shouted, "This...isn't it just for food, um, come and get cough... it won't be convenient for you."

Several errand disciples ran out of the back viewing garden, some swinging steamers, some holding rolling pins, and some picking up brooms and firewood, chasing tightly behind.

They are all descendants of the disciples of Emei Sect. Because they cannot practice Taoism, they do some chores here. Without magic power, how can they catch up with the current Wu Yong?

This Yan Niufeng is a chore that has nothing to do with practicing Taoism. Since its establishment, it has not taken any supervision measures. I didn't expect that it would be a bad family thief today.

For the first time in a thousand years!

Wu Yong turned around and swallowed the whole steamed bun in anger. He didn't know if it was because he was choking or seeing Que'er indifferent, and then he glared loudly: "Go quickly, go quickly, go quickly!"

"Ah? OK!" Da Que'er was stunned. Where did he see this scene in Emei until today? He subconsciously raised his wings and flew away from the cliff.

Wu Yong shouted loudly, exerted force on his legs, and his blood rushed down, bent his knees slightly, kicked his legs and jumped up. With a bang, he sat high on his back.

A steamed bun in the pocket of the lace was shaken out and rolled along Que'er's back. When he was about to fall from the cliff, Wu Yong quickly bent over and opened his mouth, held it in one mouth, revealing his white teeth, lay down and looked at the people cursing on Yan Niu Peak, and smiled with a vague mouth: "Goodbye!"

Trench!

The big bird cried and carried him away.
Chapter completed!