The lingering flute sound of the Wandu Young Master blowing had an unexpected effect on my practice of the Dragon Vein Diagram. The 28th acupoint that I could not make progress for several days showed signs of looseness, just like a pool of stagnant water suddenly smashed a brick, splashing layers of ripples. [w ww.  ]

Speaking of which, when I broke through the 27th acupoint, I was successful with the sound of the flute of the Wandu Young Master. Could it be that I was also a poisonous insect in my previous life, so I was so sensitive to his flute sound?

In short, I was both excited and excited about my current state. I immediately inhaled more energy from heaven and earth and rushed towards the Lingquan point, just like a soldier who was rushing to the beach to log in to Normandy, which was a quarrel. But just here, the flute sound of the Wanpo Young Master suddenly stopped, and the state I finally had disappeared immediately.

I felt so angry that the bastard, Wandu Young Master, always lost his links at critical moments, so I immediately opened my eyes and cursed: "Why don't you blow anymore? Keep blowing me!"

At that time, Mr. Wan Du was squatting down to study his black jar, and it seemed that there were many poisonous insects gathered in it. Suddenly, when I was scolded like this, Mr. Wan Du was confused and asked me what I was blowing?

I said playing the flute! If you continue playing, it will be very helpful for me to practice.

Mr. Wan Du breathed out, then tweaked his hair again and said, "I'm scared to death. Why do I think I'm playing? I wonder when will you still have this habit...;...; What skills have you practiced? Why is my playing flute helpful to you?"

Mr. Wan Du said, walking towards me, his steps still shaking.

Mr. Wan Du is not a practitioner of hidden power. He can't understand it even if he explains too much to him. I said, don't worry about that, and you can blow it. Mr. Wan Du said nothing, stood beside me and continued to blow it. The melodious and gentle flute sounded again. Under the moonlight, his figure was also handsome and elegant. With his woman-like face, he really looked like a romantic young man.

I also breathed, continued to close my eyes and practiced, guiding the energy of heaven and earth into the Lingquan acupoint. Logically speaking, when sprinting to the new acupoints, it would inevitably bring a burst of pain, but this time the accident did not hurt, just because I felt a chill on my body and goose bumps oozing out. I didn't think much about it, thinking it was because of the mountain wind.

I didn't know that as the energy of heaven and earth poured into the Lingquan cave became more and more cold, my body became colder, as if I was in a thousand-year-old ice cellar, which made me tremble and my face began to turn pale.

Seeing my situation, Mr. Wan Du was shocked and put down his flute and asked me what was wrong.

I felt chill all over, but still said tremblingly: "Stop talking nonsense, keep blowing!"

"I'll go, what kind of skill you have practiced is? Don't get me into a devil..."

Although Young Master Wan Du did not practice secret energy, he stayed in the Ministry of War for a while and knew what was going on, so he was worried that something might happen if I practiced. But he saw that I was tough and did not say anything else, but continued to play the flute.

As the breath invaded the Lingquan acupoint bit by bit, I felt my body getting colder and colder. My teeth were trembling with "parents", and my eyebrows were even soaked with a layer of frost. This Lingquan acupoint was like an ice cellar buried for thousands of years. Flashes of cold air oozing out from it and constantly covering my whole body. I felt like I was really frozen. It was like sitting in the snow and ice!

But this is obviously a warm south or a burning summer!

This situation made me sprint to Yanggu acupoint, which was in the small garden in the Royal Nightclub. As the energy of heaven and earth entered, Yanggu acupoint was like a crater about to explode. Flashes of heat were released from it, burning my internal organs almost burned!

Now, it is the other extreme that is completely opposite. The biting cold almost freezes me. Not only are there frost on my eyebrows, nose, mouth, and cheeks, but I gradually have frost on my nose, mouth, and cheeks. I look like I am about to freeze.

Cold, cold, cold!

Although this is the first time I have had such an experience, it has the same effect as when I sprinted to Yanggu acupoint, which allows me to guess something vaguely. Yanggu acupoint is one of the claws of the dragon, and Lingquan acupoint is the other claw of the dragon. After the Yanggu acupoint breaks through, the "Yan Shao Fist" comes out. After the Lingquan acupoint breaks through, will things like "Cold Ice Fist" appear?

But when I sprinted to Yanggu acupoint, there was still pain. This time I should be better, at least I didn’t feel the pain.

Because I had experienced the burning experience of Yanggu acupoint, I suddenly encountered the cold Lingquan acupoint this time. Although I was surprised, I did not have too many surprises. I knew that this was a necessary process, so I still guided the energy of heaven and earth into it from afar.

But it was so cold that I couldn't stand it at all. I felt like I had turned into a popsicle, my body was so cold that it lost consciousness from top to bottom that I couldn't even move. I had been sprinting into Yanggu's hole before, and I could not do it all, at least I could stumble to find water to drink. This time I was frozen and I stopped at the station to destroy the Dharma!

If this continues, I feel that I will definitely be frozen to death. I want to remind Mr. Wan Du to take me to a warmer place, but my mouth is frozen and I can't open it at all!

Fortunately, Mr. Wan Du is not a fool either. He saw that my whole body was covered with a layer of frost, so he didn't dare to continue playing the flute anymore. He put the flute down and said to me in horror: "Wang Wei, are you okay? What kind of skills are you practicing? Don't scare me!"

I wanted to tell him that I couldn't do it, but my mouth couldn't open and I couldn't even say a word. Mr. Wan Du was frightened and pushed me with his hand and asked me what was going on. When he pushed me, my body fell to the ground like a sculpture, and my posture did not change at all. The grass that was touched by my body quickly became cold and wilted, and the degree of damage was comparable to that of the seven-tailed centipede.

"Damn!"

Mr. Wan Du screamed in shock. Even if he was a fool, he realized that something was wrong with me.

He cursed his mother and picked up my body and rushed to Qinglongmen Square. Although my body was frozen, my consciousness was still awake. I remember that when I broke through the Yanggu acupoint, the Dragon King brought me two large buckets of ice to help me survive this disaster. I wanted Mr. Wandu to find me a stove. If it really doesn't work, I can make me an electric blanket or a hand warmer, but I can't speak.

What's more, this is the south, and it's hot summer, where can I find these things!

Fortunately, Mr. Wandu had his own way. He took me back to the room and wrapped me up with a quilt. But this only played a little bit. This warmth was like a drop in the bucket to the biting coldness of my body. Mr. Wandu saw that I still had no sign of improvement, so he carried his quilt over and added another layer to me.

Mr. Wan Du’s idea was right, but the two layers of quilts still didn’t work for me. My body was still stiff and frozen, and there was no sign of dissipation. Mr. Wan Du rushed to other people’s room and brought them to the bedding of three or four beds, adding them to me.

Mr. Wan Du brought someone else's insult to the insult, so of course others couldn't sleep. They all followed him and asked Mr. Wan Du. Mr. Wan Du pointed at me and said anxiously: "This guy is almost frozen to death. Several beds of beds don't seem to work. Is there any good way for you?"

In this hot summer, others are so hot that there is a person who is almost frozen to death. Of course, everyone is shocked. The people from the Purple Level of the Qinglongmen are well-informed, but they have never seen me like this before. They are all stunned and shake their heads and say there is nothing they can do.

Four or five quilts were added to me. The situation was indeed relieved, allowing my limbs to stretch, but the cold was still like a maggot with bones, spreading on me. My mouth could move slightly, and I said to Mr. Wandu with difficulty: "Get me a stove..."

I think it would be better to find a hot stove for me to sleep with my arms to relieve my situation.

The young master Wandu complained and said, "Wang Wei, kill me, where can I find a stove for you? What kind of ghost kung fu can you practice?"

Flashes of cold air came again. The Lingquan point located at the elbow of the left arm was like an ice cave that had been covered with dust for thousands of years. The unprecedented cold covered my whole body. The quilts on my body were no longer useful. There was more and more frost on my face. If this continued, I would definitely be frozen to death.

"Go and call Marshal Qinglong!" In desperation, the helpless young master Wan Du suddenly shouted.

In this case, it may not be of any effect to invite the Blue Dragon Marshal. However, in extreme critical situations, people are always used to seeking help from the strong. The marshals of each sect are not usually in the sect. Before, when they were at the Zhuque Sect, they rarely saw Marshal Zhuque once. Fortunately, the final battle of the purple level will be held tomorrow, so Marshal Qinglong is here tonight.

A few minutes later, Marshal Qinglong suddenly rushed over.

"What's going on?!"

Seeing me huddled in several beds, my face still covered with frost, I couldn't help but be shocked when I saw the strong winds and waves.

Mr. Wan Du told her about my situation as quickly as possible, and said that I wanted a stove, but where can I find a stove for me now?

Marshal Qinglong lowered his head and asked me: "Wang Wei, how are you?"

At that time, I was speechless. The biting cold covered my whole body, almost frozen all my physical functions, and my consciousness gradually became blurred. Marshal Qinglong made a quick decision and arranged for everyone to find soil and bricks, and built a simple stove, then piled firewood inside, and finally lit the fire.

After the fire broke out, as the heat wave hit, my condition finally improved a little, but it still didn't work much. At that time, I wanted them to lift me out of bed and let me get as close to the stove as possible, but I couldn't speak, and they didn't dare to do so, for fear that I would be burned by the stove.

Seeing that my situation was still not good, the group of people were in a hurry. Marshal Qinglong suddenly said, "You all go out! No one is allowed to come in without me!"

No one knew what Marshal Qinglong was going to do, but he still went out obediently. In the room, only Marshal Qinglong and me were left, as well as a furnace of firewood. In a daze, I found Marshal Qinglong was actually taking off his clothes!

Marshal Qinglong quickly took off all his clothes and a graceful body appeared in front of me. Marshal Qinglong is a woman in her thirties, but her skin is still shattered, fair and tender, and her bulging figure is also full of charm. Her whole body exudes the unique charm of a mature woman. Her whole body is like a bunch of ripe grapes, which makes people salivate.

I widened my eyes, one was that I couldn't believe the scene in front of me, and the other was that I didn't know what Marshal Qinglong was going to do.

But after a moment, I understood.
Chapter completed!