Chapter 356 Transformation of the Dragon

The moon hangs in the sky slanted, and the moonlight is bright.

The breeze blew, and Li Muchan came out of Tenglong City, floating on the grassland like a ghost, turning into a wisp of light smoke. After a while, he arrived not far from Lingyun City.

There were no goshawks in the sky, and no one noticed Li Muchan's whereabouts. He felt a little regretful. When he arrived outside Lingyun City, he suddenly let out a long roar.

The whistling sound was as solid as a bead, rolling and spreading, spreading thousands of miles away, covering the entire Lingyun City.

The provocative meaning of Li Muchan's whistle is full of provocation.

A long roar sounded, and then a black shadow jumped down from the walls of Lingyun City, landed like a catkin, and floated in. In a blink of an eye, it was approaching.

The black shadow is burly and tall, wearing black armor and a black helmet, only with a pair of eyes exposed, and a cold light bursts out, which is dressed in the Black Hawk Rider.

Li Muchan felt the oppressive momentum of the other party, which was full of evil spirits and was heartbreaking.

Li Muchan frowned. Such evil aura was a sign of murder like numbness, his eyes were like cold lightning, and there was no human emotion, looking at him like a dead person.

This image is consistent with Yan Lengsi's description.

"Who are you?" Li Muchan asked in a warm voice.

A breeze blew, and his clothes fluttered, making him look more free and easy, and he was a kind of eminent monk.

A cold voice came from the tall man's helmet: "Kill your person!"

Listening to his voice, Li Muchan inferred that this person was about forty years old, and was strong at the time of R&F, and was at the peak of a man.

Li Muchan said: "Two days ago, you injured one of my comrades, remember?"

The tall man snorted coldly: "I kill people every day, so how can I remember it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed to Li Muchan, almost over the galloping horse, with a crazy momentum and awesomeness, and his fists hit Li Muchan's chest.

As soon as Li Muchan absorbed it, Piaopiao took a step back.

The tall man shouted angrily, his fist was like an iron hammer, and he punched him quickly, and his momentum was fierce, but his fist had no sound or strong wind. The strong contrast made his boxing look weird.

If such a strange boxing technique is used to attack sneakily, it will be extremely powerful and face-to-face, and it will be less powerful. Li Muchan dodged left and right and did not fight him head-on.

He could see that this man had strange internal strength, otherwise he would not have such a strange boxing technique. He probably had a unique secret to his internal strength.

Although Li Muchan has achieved great success in the magical power of Canghai and his Qi membrane is bulging, he dare not be careless. He is careful to sail the ten thousand-year-old ship, and there are countless strange people and people who will fall into trouble if he is not careful.

The tall man attacked for more than twenty moves in a row, and Li Muchan vaguely saw the way.

"Monk, you have that little skill?" The tall man sneered, his eyes showing shame.

Li Muchan smiled and said, "Okay, be careful!"

His figure suddenly condensed, raised his hands at the same time, and pressed his thumb out.

"Swish--!" Two fingers shot at the same time, instantly hitting the tall man. The two were too close to each other, and even if he wanted to hide, he couldn't do anything.

With a dull "bang", he flew out.

Li Muchan stretched out his index finger and let out a "whip", and his finger force hit him in the air.

With a crisp "pop", a ball of blood splashed out from his chest, and his falling body slid out one foot, landing like a rag bag.

Li Muchan withdrew his hands, his expression was solemn, and the power of the Canghai Divine Sword was so powerful.

He closed his eyes slightly, recalled the situation of the fight just now, and summarized the gains and losses. It seemed that the Canghai Divine Sword was like a hidden weapon, and needed to be used at critical moments, and it was extremely powerful.

The most important thing is that the six heart beads have about six times the internal force running speed that is about six times that of ordinary people, so the Canghai Divine Sword is extremely fast, several times the original speed.

Without the increase of the Heart Bead, the Canghai Divine Sword is powerful, but it is not so terrible. It arrives in an instant and is in danger, so it is indeed a killing.

He came to the big man, Duan Yuedao opened his helmet and showed his true face, but he was a rough middle-aged man, still breathing a sigh of relief.

Seeing Li Muchan coming, he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes calm and indifferent.

"Oh..." Li Muchan sighed, pointed his dantian with his index finger, then stretched out his hand, grabbed the helmet, and then floated away.

There were angrily howling and cursing from behind.

Li Muchan nullified his martial arts skills and used his own way to revenge Yan Lengsi, but did not kill him. Without his martial arts skills, he no longer had any threats.

Li Muchan whistled up to the sky, like walking in the wind, drifting away. In a blink of an eye, he returned to Tenglong City and directly crawled back to the inner camp from the west wall.

He had just returned to the inner camp and wanted to go back to his house. Old Master Ji and Old Man Li and others suddenly came out and surrounded him, asking about the situation just now.

Li Muchan smiled and threw out his helmet, briefly saying that he would eventually destroy the man's martial arts, which was considered to avenge Yan Lengsi.

Mr. Ji nodded: "Okay, Mingkong, you did the right thing."

"Why don't you kill that kid?" Old Man Li muttered dissatisfied.

Li Muchan smiled and said, "For tooth, he can't do evil without martial arts. So let him spare his life!"

"You little monk, you have compassion!" Old Man Li glanced at him, but said no more. After all, compassion is not a bad thing.

Besides, if the man's martial arts was ruined and he had no chance to go to the battlefield again, he would have avenged his revenge.

In the following days, Li Muchan stayed in the inner camp, practicing the Vajra Indestructible Art, concentrating his mind and practicing the tendons, stretching the tendons and pulling bones through the compression of the inner membrane.

Xiaolongxing had given up. He meditated all day, motionless, as if he was in seclusion.

On this day, after Mr. Ji and his friends had a discussion with Li Muchan, Mr. Ji suddenly said, "Mingkong, logically speaking, you should practice the big dragon shape now, but we can't, we're sorry for you."

Li Muchan smiled and said, "Don't say that, I will benefit a lot from being able to compete with several masters. How dare I be greedy?"

Mr. Ji pondered for a moment and said, "I have a set of kung fu here, specializing in practicing muscles and bones. Although it is not considered a top kung fu, it has unique mystery. You can learn to take a look."

"Yes, thank you Mr. Ji." Li Muchan accepted without hesitation.

Everyone left with the opportunity, only Li Muchan and Ji Lao were left. Ji Lao said: "I got this skill by accident and I couldn't fully understand it. You try to see it."

He reached into his arms, took out a thin silk book and handed it to Li Muchan.

Li Muchan took it, the yellowed silk book was as light as nothing, weighing it, but it was only one or two ounces. The cover was already black, as if it was smoked, and the word "Jiu" was vaguely written.

After looking carefully, it was the word "Crazy Dragon".

Mr. Ji said: "Let's just call Hua Jiao to practice martial arts. You can strengthen your strength by practicing muscles and bones. I practiced it, and the effect was extraordinary. I can't practice my arms and legs behind me. You are still young, so you can practice it."

Li Muchan smiled and said, "Okay, I will try my best."

He turned to the last few pages and saw some strange movements, strange shapes that were not something that humans could achieve. The people above seemed to turn into a black dragon, with their movements stretched and full of domineering spirit.

Mr. Ji patted him on the shoulder: "Mingkong, practice hard. After practicing this book, those old men also have the skills to put them all out."

Li Muchan smiled and said, "Old Ji, how did this happen?"

Mr. Ji smiled and said, "You are unable to practice the big dragon shape now. We are incompetent. If you don't pass these skills to you, we will lose our old face."

Li Muchan smiled and nodded: "Since that's the case, it's better to obey your orders than to be respectful!"

"That's right, go!" Old Ji waved his hand with a smile.

Li Muchan gave a gift, collected the silk book into his arms, and returned to his house.

As soon as he entered the room, he sat in front of Xuan's desk, opened the silk book, began to study and ponder carefully.

There are mostly pictures above, and there are very few words. Under each picture, there are only a few words, pointing out the essence, conciseness, and no profoundness.

Li Muchan read it once and remembered it, as if it was imprinted in his mind, and then began to practice.

The first picture is the simplest. Bend down and stretch your arms, your hands come out from your legs, your palms press on the ground, and after your feet, your waist needs to be extremely flexible.

Li Muchan tried it. Although he had a deep skill, strong body, but lacked flexibility. This move was very difficult and his waist was almost broken.

He was not in a hurry, stretching as much as possible, but he did not force himself, and had to do the same as the original picture. He knew that such movements were not urgent and needed to take it slowly.

These actions are divided into three segments, the first segment is 18 movements, the middle segment is 36 movements, and the high segment is 72 movements.

Li Muchan did eighteen movements first. After finishing, he felt his body soft, his muscles and bones stretched, his whole body was comfortable and unspeakable, and his internal force was gushing, as if he was massaging every muscle in his body.

He was overjoyed and was indeed extraordinary. Such comfort was definitely not an ordinary martial arts.

In the following days, he was immersed in practicing the Changhua Art, and completely practiced the first stage, with the movements reaching the standard, the body is soft and the muscles are one inch longer.

At this time, his body was soft and comfortable, and he lifted weight lightly. His strength increased by one point, hundreds of pounds, and he made a rapid progress, even better than the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art.

At the beginning, he had been practicing tendons with the Qi membrane. Through the squeezing of internal force, he now obtained the Transformation Art. He practiced tendons with external force, and the speed was faster.

If it is an ordinary flexible movement, although it can stretch, it has no effect. It will only be stretched for a while. If it doesn't pull for a few days, it will return to its original state, which is not a real increase.

The Chang Jiao Art is different. Through strange movements, internal force is infused, and it only grows while elongating. Both are used, so the natural progression is very fast.

After the first stage of practice, the tendons are one inch longer. Even if you stop practicing, the tendons will still be the same and will not shrink back.

The movements in the middle are more difficult and start to become strange, completely contrary to human common sense, either bent into balls or hovering like snakes.

Without the foundation of the first stage, this movement would be impossible to complete. Now his muscles and bones are as soft as cotton. Although it is difficult to do, it is not impossible.

It took ten days to complete the middle section, and his tendons grew one inch longer.
Chapter completed!