Is there another higher existence above the Supreme God?
If we look at the theory of internal strength cultivation, the answer to this question is already certain, there must be a higher level of existence! But this is another world after all. Although internal strength and Xuanqi cultivation seem to be on the same path, the results may not be the same, so the conclusion
So we can’t be too early. Maybe this world is different, and it’s possible that the Supreme Divine Mystery is really capped!
Of course, based on Jun Xie's current level of understanding of Xuan Qi, all this is still inconclusive.
What's more, after Jun Xie passed the previous menstrual cleansing and marrow cutting, the meridians all over his body were unblocked, and he had reached the level where an innate master could unblock hundreds of meridians. In terms of meridians alone, even the true Supreme Shenxuan would not be able to
Less than! But the true strength is far beyond the reach. After all, it only took a short month for me to come to this world. It is incredible to be able to reach the current physical strength from a useless body.
Speed!
This is also the wonder of the Kaitian Creation Kung Fu. If it were replaced by a normal technique, it would be difficult to get started in just one month. However, Linglong Hongjun Pagoda combined with the Kaitian Creation Kung Fu can open all the meridians in one fell swoop.
This was like opening up countless bottomless treasure troves to Jun Xie all at once, waiting for Jun Xie to fill them one by one.
Judging from Jun Xie's current strength, if it were a real life-and-death fight, I believe that ordinary silver-level practitioners would have a hard time defeating him. If it were an assassination, it would naturally be even more different. After all, this is Jun Xie's.
This bank.
But having access to meridians gives Jun Xie a very weird ability. If he only deliberately imitates it, as long as he is given the corresponding mysterious energy cultivation method, he can imitate the extreme form of this method at any time. Of course, it is only the form.
That's all, there is absolutely no corresponding power.
Thinking of this, Jun Xie couldn't help but smile: It seems that there is another way to show off...
The next day, Jun Xie once again appeared on the training ground in high spirits, which surprised everyone again! Yesterday's training was too much for even the strong bodies of these guards, and they are still sore in many places on their bodies.
And this young master actually arrived at the playground earlier than them!
After yesterday's training, almost everyone had a new perspective on their third young master, and even a sense of admiration. However, almost everyone also believed that the third young master might not be able to come tomorrow, let alone
If he doesn’t have the heart, even his small body will definitely not be able to bear it!
But today when they saw Jun Xie's straight body and his sword-like eyes, everyone had an illusion in their hearts: Is this still the playboy who is just waiting to die?! How did he get up?
Woolen cloth?!
Jun Xie came to the playground early in the morning, sat in a wheelchair, and looked here carefully. Although Jun Xie's appearance was within his expectation, it could also be said that it was beyond his expectation. Jun Xie's appearance after training yesterday
He was very clear about the situation. It was indeed very serious. With Jun Xie's original physical condition, he might not be able to bear it. So even if Jun Xie didn't show up today, it would be understandable. He originally thought that even if Jun Xie showed up, he would.
Very tired, even very embarrassed. Yesterday's training, even when his body was intact, may not be easy to complete, but he really never expected that Jun Xie now seems to be in a stronger state than the big guys in front of him.
Much more!
Could it be that the amount of training yesterday was not as heavy as I thought?!
After another day of high-intensity training, the guards were even more surprised to find that Jun Xie's speed today was much faster than his yesterday. Moreover, although his steps were still a little shaky, they were no longer wobbly.
, at least much more presentable than yesterday.
The surprise was not over yet. In the next few days of training, Jun Xie had completely caught up with the progress of the guards, and even surpassed him! Such a fact made a group of guards red-eyed: Such rapid strength
In fact, they have never seen promotion, let alone seen it, they have never heard of it! But the young master’s case is right in front of their eyes, turning the so-called myth into a living reality! The young master is like this
We can do it even if we are delicate and tender, but why can't we do it if we are rough-skinned and thick-skinned?
This question once again set off an upsurge in military training! Everyone's desire for strength made training suddenly reach a fever pitch! Almost everyone was training with red eyes and gritted teeth, like wild beasts...
They still don't know that based on their training, Jun Xie also has eight heavy sandbags hanging on his body; and every morning, he has to give himself a special training before coming back here to train with everyone! And!
Jun Xie has added several more contents to his training in the past few days: climbing heights, grabbing rocks, pedaling flat, crossing arms, hiding...
Jun Xie carefully divides the twelve hours in a day, so that basically every minute will not be wasted.
Mr. Jun learned the news on the third day and secretly visited him once during training. The old man was pleased that his grandson was making progress, but he was also worried that his grandson would practice too frequently. Haste makes waste, which would be bad.
, but after seeing it that time, he didn’t even show his face and just left quietly, but the housekeeper Lao Pang clearly felt that the old man was very happy and very happy!
Even when no one was around, Mr. Jun himself even hummed a few songs in the study, and even got drunk for the first time. He was completely drunk, but his face was full of joy; then he staggered to his late wife's home alone.
In front of the memorial tablet, I murmured something I didn’t know, and actually kept saying it all night. I walked out the next day with a smile on my face, but a few old tears in the corners of my eyes...
The day before the Golden Autumn Festival, Tianxiang City has already begun to become lively. Everyone is dressed brightly, and lights are decorated everywhere. Travelers from far away are returning home one after another. How can the annual Reunion Festival not be lively?
Noon, the top floor of Zuixian Building.
The guards sat together and occupied two tables. There was another table between them, and only two people were seated, namely Jun Xie and Tang Yuan.
Tang Yuan sat opposite Jun Xie, sighing and frowning. In the past few days, Fatty Tang had suffered a lot. Mr. Tang Wanli had almost squeezed half of the fat out of his grandson Shuoju's body. First of all,
He was grounded and not allowed to step out of the house. Then, as soon as the old man thought about the theft of Xuandan, he would immediately call Tang Yuan over, and he would yell at the fat man and wave a few more words.
I slapped him in the face to relieve my anger, and then told him to get out. Such hospitality came more frequently than three meals a day. I simply entertained him whenever I remembered.
Fatty Tang had already lost a lot of face and almost lost his future wife. His father-in-law had scolded him so much that his fiancée was in tears and threatened her with death. She had to break off the engagement. No wonder.
Girl, I was very close today. I wonder what I would do if I really lost that day...
When his father saw him, he slapped him in the face and then looked for a stick everywhere; his mother wanted to pull his father but didn't dare, and frowned and never relaxed. Every time the brothers met, they would first ask: "Boss, what are you doing?"
When will we go to Qianjin Hall again? Let the younger brothers also go and admire the boss’s style..." Then there was a burst of joyful laughter...
The most uncomfortable thing is that the old man reprimanded him N times a day, and every time he had to kneel on the abacus. For this reason, he made a special abacus. Why? Nonsense, just the weight of Fatty Tang, and other textures of the abacus are not allowed to kneel.
Just collapse. Doesn’t the abacus cost money? Even the iron abacus has become a little bent after this period of time...