The moment the pill was swallowed, Lu Fan felt as if his Dantian was about to explode!
The unparalleled heat and burning sensation was like a burning furnace erupting with hot magma in his stomach.
"puff!"
A mouthful of black blood spurted out directly from his mouth.
Lu Fan stared at the old man with his eyes widened, his eyes full of shock and disbelief.
"You, what the hell, you don't know how to make medicine..."
"boom!"
Like a volcano erupting!
Taking the Dantian as the eruption point, Lu Fan felt as if his whole body was about to explode.
The blood all over his body was as hot as lava. He could even see his skin, which was red and hot, exuding a faint red halo. He could even see the red blood flowing in the blood vessels under the skin!
"Hot, so hot!"
Lu Fan fell into the raindrops and rolled all over the ground.
The heavy rain poured down on him, and a plume of white smoke rose up!
As soon as the rainwater came into contact with his skin, it was instantly evaporated by the hot temperature and turned into water vapor, rising into the air.
Until the burning sensation all over his body reached its extreme, Lu Fan's rolling body suddenly stopped, he jerked his head upwards, opened his mouth wide, spit out three words from his throat, rolled his eyes, and was instantly
Still not awake after all.
Gu Fengming was stunned for a moment, and then his face changed drastically. He pointed at the unconscious Lu Fan and cursed loudly: "You stinky boy, how dare you curse!"
But then, he sat on the Grand Master's chair, took a deep breath, spoke in a torrent of words, and said lightly: "At the peak of Chinese martial arts, there were many heroes. The so-called strongest ancient martial arts people in that era were like the sky.
The fireflies are all covered by the bright moon and stars in the sky."
"But the most terrifying thing is not the Xuanmen Taoist, nor the ancient martial master who has fifty or hundreds of qi condensed in his body, nor the evil god-level head-down master. In that era, they were just ants that could be trampled on by others.
, a truly strong man, whose supernatural power is enough to turn his body into a saint, is invulnerable to all means, and his combat skills are indestructible and can kill all evil."
"However, this world is fair. Although it has given such people incomparable power, it has also given them all kinds of difficulties in the process of cultivation, causing them to experience all kinds of setbacks and hardships, and suffer things that ordinary people cannot endure.
Torture, if you are not careful, you will fall into a place of eternal destruction..."
"As a result, people who practice this path are even rarer."
"And the "Martial Arts" I am passing on to you now is a martial arts secret technique that I have condensed through my lifelong practice combined with Qizhi martial arts to temper several bodies, and to purely temper the body without relying on any external objects.
, this path of cultivation is extremely difficult. From the moment you step into this door, you are destined to be different from ordinary people."
"So, are you ready?"
At this time, Lu Fan was lying quietly in the rain, letting the heavy rain fall from the sky and wash away his body.
In the darkness, a mysterious voice kept echoing in his mind, guiding him to maintain the last trace of consciousness and slowly gather the infuriating energy gathered in his dantian. When the compression accumulated to a certain extent,
, Lu Fan then followed the guidance of the voice and guided the true energy to impact the meridians in the body...
Gather energy, impact, gather energy, impact.
Waves of spiritual energy that were sometimes strong and sometimes weak spread out from Lu Fan's Dantian.
Waves of scarlet Qi surged from Lu Fan's Dantian like a river bursting its banks, impacting on the meridians in his body that had not yet been opened.
Every time, it was like a heavy hammer striking Lu Fan's body. Every time he hit, there was a trace of pain on his face, and he gritted his teeth without making a sound.
Powerful true energy washed through the meridians, like thousands of rolling waves crashing, like the hot rock flow from a volcanic eruption, torturing and torturing Lu Fan's whole body.
The zhenqi bursting out of his dantian was so violent that he felt as if countless sharp knives were cutting through his meridians.
He clenched his teeth and endured the huge pressure and pain.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, the size of a pearl. His hair was stuck to his face with the sweat. The clothes on his body had already been soaked by the black liquid and stuck to his body. You could vaguely see the solid
muscle.
At this moment, Lu Fan was experiencing the threshold of body refining - Tongmai.
