Reincarnation Master

What should I do if I am crazy?

Waiting online, very anxious.

At any rate, it is also a generation of martial arts supreme, Fang Xian did not wait to die like Luo Yi, but quickly thought about a solution.

"Actually, Zhen Qi gets into trouble, the most important thing is not to be anxious to set things right, otherwise, the more anxious the easier it will be to go into the road, ten deaths and no life..."

"Luo Yi was dead just now, but he was in the right response state, letting it go...that means outsiders can't learn...Now, the violent qi has barely returned to normal, it's just that the meridians are in chaos and the limbs are paralyzed..."

"The'meridians' of this world are actually an extraordinary network created in the body by using true qi... Therefore, instead of opening up a few meridians, we'made' several meridians...'made' one. Seriousness, it can be regarded as an introduction to martial arts. There are twelve levels, corresponding to twelve seriousness! After a breakthrough, you will be a warrior! A warrior cultivates the eight channels of the strange meridian, and there are eight levels! When will the most difficult to'cast' the Rendu two channels succeed? Innate martial artist!"

Martial artist level 12, martial artist level eight, innate martial artist! This is the extraordinary way of promotion in this world!

"In this world, except for babies, most people are martial artists, but martial artists are only one in a hundred. Innate martial arts are even rarer. It means that they have the qualifications to teach and teach, and they can be teachers!"

"Luo Yi had already successfully built the twelve serious meridians, and his martial arts realm was complete. He hopes to be admitted to a first-class martial arts university. He is a top student in Tianhua High School... but he is eager to break through the martial arts and take the risk of creating the eight veins of the odd meridian. Something went wrong at the time of Yang Qiaomai. Not only did he die, the original twelve seriousness was also a mess...it was a joke to reorganize."

"For today's plan, this superficial internal force and meridian can't be required!"

Looking inside the messy meridians, Fang Xian quickly made a decision.

Different exercises have different twelve serious forms.

Some exercises have the heaviest foundation. The meridian built is the Tongtian Avenue, but Luo Yi is training the basic internal power in the school. The meridian created is weak, and the internal force is the difference between the rural dirt road and the highway.

"Actually... if Luo Yi can practice superior internal skills and create a tough enough twelve seriousness, even if he gets into trouble this time, he won't be made so miserable!"

"Instead of sorting out slowly, it's better to tear down and start over!"

If you change to someone else, you need the help of a master if you want to break the gong, and the skill of the person who shoots must be deep enough, and the operation must be careful enough to only abolish the gong meridian and not hurt the body.

But Fang Xian doesn't need others to help him waste his work, he can do it himself!

Because besides that superficial internal force, he also has alchemy and robbery!

Coupled with the vision and knowledge of a generation of martial arts supreme, he can easily give up his work without harming the body.

With a thought in his heart, the robbery of the fourth-rank alchemist surged and flooded into Luo Yi's body of the "Twelve Serious" network.

This network was already riddled with holes, but was blown up by the fierce robbery.

puff!

Fang Xian opened his mouth and spit out a bruise.

This bruise was purple and black, with plaques, emitting a stench.

After vomiting, the tingling sensation in his limbs disappeared. He stood up and shook his thighs and arms, feeling refreshed, and there was no more hidden danger of getting into trouble.

"After all, the meridians and internal strength are gone, so why can you get into trouble?"

"The martial art of this world is much better than that of the ancient martial arts... Casting a pair of strange meridians and eight meridians by yourself... so as to transcend the limits of the human body and embark on an extraordinary path?"

"My body is so miserable now. I went from the twelfth level of martial arts to the Great Perfection to an ordinary person... I was abolished from martial arts. This is in society, but it is no less than a life and death enmity, and... The college entrance examination is over..."

Of course, even though the martial arts were gone, Fang Xian was still a fourth-level alchemist.

The power of self-protection has never been lacking, and even stronger.

He came to the lake and looked at the reflection inside.

An ordinary-looking boy of 16 or 7 years old, wearing white short sleeves and jeans, is very clean and fresh, with a youthful vigor.

It was still early morning.

When Fang Xian walked out of the secluded forest, he saw the old man and old lady scattered in the morning exercise.

Between the breath of an old man wearing a white training suit, two white qis are like snakes, vomiting in the nose, obviously he has a powerful internal skill.

Beside, an aunt who seemed to have come to dance a square dance, a harrier turned over and jumped onto a tall tree branch, running and flickering on it, like walking on the ground, with very good accomplishments.

What's more, it is the parents who took their children to start practicing basic skills such as horse stance and boxing.

"Listen well, the young and strong don't practice boxing, the boss is a turtle! Without a strong enough body, deep enough infurience, how can you get the first motivation? In the future, your classmates will become high above, flying in the sky and flying in the universe. Mecha division, you can only eat dirt on the ground! I don’t know how to regret it then!"

"Sweat more now, less bleeding in the future, punch me a hundred times!"

A person who looked like a fitness instructor, with a ruddy face, shouted in full breath.

"Yes!"

A group of elementary school students replied loudly, and they were quite organized while walking.

Fang Xian could see that they had cultivated at least one meridian, the cultivation base of a martial artist.

‘Oh... an ordinary Jianghu from the ancient martial arts world came over, maybe he would be brought down by a primary school student, don’t know if he should commit suicide in shame? ’

He carried his hands on his back, shook his head, and walked out of the park.

"Selling buns! Freshly made buns!"

"Biscuits, fried dough sticks, soy milk..."

At the entrance of the park, there are many breakfast shops with all kinds of meals.

According to the memory of the original owner, Fang Xian walked to a dim sum shop that obviously had more customers than other stalls, and lined up patiently.

After entering the store, you can see tall steamers piled up into a hill, but there are no stoves, gas and other kitchen utensils below.

An old man with white hair and beard wearing a white training suit, with his hands raised flat, suddenly took a deep breath.

boom!

A heat wave broke out in the dim sum steamer.

"Old Qin's hand of'Three Yang Qigong' has become more and more profound..." The onlookers couldn't help but stretch out their thumbs: "This hand of Qigong, the three flavors of Laoyang, Zhongyang, and Shaoyang are quite popular, from the inside out. The dim sum is steamed to lock in the essence and fragrance. It is really unforgettable."

"Haha, thank you for showing your love."

Old Qin arched his hands around, went to the back kitchen to rest, and a buddy came out to sell steamed dim sum.

"Bring me a piece of shaomai! Take it away!"

When it was Fangxian's turn~www.wuxiaspot.com~, he swiped the communication bracelet on his wrist on the counter and heard the sound of didi deductions.

He picked up the siumai, took a bite, and suddenly felt a familiar and unfamiliar fragrance gushing out, filling his mouth, his body seemed to have an automatic memory, and his taste buds could not wait to secrete saliva and gobble it up.

After eating, Fang Xian walked to the door of Luo Yi's house.

A middle-aged man who was not tall, not fat, not short, and not thin was taking out the garbage. When he saw Fang Xian, he couldn't help but laughed and cursed: "Little bastard, eating out again!"

Fang Xian recognized that this was Luo Yi's father named Luo Cheng.

He looked at the middle-aged and wanted to ask, are you sure that our names are not reversed?

"What are you looking at?" Luo Cheng asked Fang Xian with strange eyes.

"Nothing!"

Fang Xian rolled his eyes, can I say that I have a mouthful in my heart, don't know how to vomit?