MTL - Yang God-Chapter 24 The road is 1 foot high and the height is 1 foot.

The 60-year-old New Year of the Dagan Dynasty finally arrived.

From the evening, the sound of the firecrackers roared throughout the entire city of Yujing, and there was no end to it until the early hours of the morning!

On the streets, there are more lights, dragons, singing and dancing, selling food, civilians, businessmen, and gentlemen from all walks of life, all on the streets, making a concert to celebrate this one. Ding Ding's national transport.

On the Wufeng Building of the Royal Palace, the emperor carried many emperors and many emperors to observe the lights of the city.

Countless sky-high fireworks seem to indicate that the true prosperity of the Dagan Dynasty has reached its peak.

Yujing City is the world's largest city. The customs of the New Year are different from those of other places. It is a lively excitement. From New Year's Eve to fifteen, the night lanterns, fireworks, and feet can make foreign envoys feel the power and prosperity of the heavens.

This night, everyone is drunk in excitement. Civilians have the law of the New Year of the civilians, and they go to the streets to live, while the big families gather together to keep the age, the beasts are roasted, the various snacks are eaten, the milk, the tea, etc. are drinking.

Wuwen Houfu is also very lively.

However, today Wu Wen Hou Hong Xuanji is not in the government, but was called by the emperor, together in the Wufeng Building to watch the night scene. This is a great glory.

The main heart is not there, and the big houses are not gathered together for the New Year, but they are separated. The big house is a group, the second room Yuntingzhai is a group, and the three rooms Lantingzhai is another group.

However, these have nothing to do with Hong Yi, and the overwhelming excitement outside is also particularly clear in the courtyard where he lives.

I don't know why, the more lively outside, the more quiet and distant in his heart.

He sat on the bed with his knees, his eyes closed gently, his body was straight and he seemed to have entered a stable state.

In fact, he was thinking about the murder, transporting the spirit to his own eyes, and then suddenly opened his eyes and looked at a scorpion on the table window with a thin line of fishing.

This scorpion is still alive, swaying in the air, plus itself is smaller than the rice grain, and the light is dim, even if it is a person with high vision, it is difficult to see clearly.

However, Hong Yi looked at it, but it seemed to be as big as a fist. The carapace of the body was distinct, and even the six legs could be seen clearly, and the body was violently bounced.

After seeing it clearly, Hong Yi Meng stood up from the bed, grabbed the bow next to him, put on the wooden arrow, and pulled the chestnut horns silk bow into a full moon, slamming, and the arrow shot directly.

Hey! The scorpion that was hung up in the middle of the arrow was nailed directly to the wooden lattice of the door and window.

Before Hong Yi got up, he went to the window and pulled out the arrow. He found that the scorpion on the arrow had been deeply nailed into the wooden lattice and could not die any more.

"Although it is only within ten steps, it has already shown my achievements. These days, Kung Fu is not white."

After shooting this arrow, Hong Yi put the bow on his knees, the spirit of murder, waiting for the spirit to be full, lifting the bow out of the door, looking up at the starry sky in the sky, but did not take the arrow, just open the bow and false shot.

"Open the bow left and right!"

Nether starry sky, opened three times in a row, between the string sounds, Hong Yi turned a big turn, turned the bow to the right hand, left the string, left to the left.

After the virtual shot over the left side, Hong Yi is another big turn, the bow to the left hand, the right hand to open the string, the virtual shot to the right.

This series of consecutive shots, the bow string burst, the sound of the shivering seems to cut the air. Hong Yi's body is soaked, sweating, and the blue veins are violent, and the large pieces of meat are also swelled and squeezed together.

However, Hong Yi still does not stop, slamming his waist, tongue spring thunder, screaming, up and down, left and right, each side opened a bow, the huge tension of the arms pulled the chestnut body bow, it seems to be dry The wood is cracking.

boom! Hey!

Between the opening and the bowing of the bow, the good bow on the handle finally couldn't stand the pull of Hong Yi. The string was broken and the bow was also destroyed.

Between the quick opening of the bow, the chestnut horns silk arch is actually cracked.

Huh! Huh!

Hung-yi gasped quickly, looking at the broken bow string on his hand, but there was nothing in his heart that was a pity for the bow of the value of seven or two silver. On the contrary, it was a joy.

The 60-kilogram silk bow was opened up and down, and it was shot in all directions. This is the standard for assessing the realm of Wusheng in the military "talking to the martial arts."

Hong Yi knows that he has directly broken the bow, and has reached the realm of Wusheng steadily, and he is firmly in the realm of practicing the martial arts.

"These days of closed-door training and shooting are not wasted."

After buying the bow from the 虱 ,, Hong Yi has completely closed the door and practiced hard. Every day, in addition to sitting still and concentrating on the gods, the idea of ​​enlightening the Amitabha is to use the method of “the cow and the great boxing” to open the bow.

"The cow magic boxing" is the most exquisite martial arts in the world, practicing glutinous muscles and practicing film. Among them, there is a special set of open bow posture, which can be used to wrap the whole body between the open bows. Got to the hand and then trembles as the bowstring ejects.

Every time you open the bow, it means that the whole body muscles are twisted, twisted, twisted and shaken once.

Moreover, the opening of the bow in the great devil's boxing actually has the idea of ​​doping the soul.

Every time Hong Yi opens the bow, he must sit still, fix the soul, transport it to the eyes, then open his eyes, hundreds of steps, observe a thing, make the gods, and watch the birds on the tree for a long time. At night, I watched the stars, and finally sat quietly watching the arrows, conquering the city, and killing the enemy. Finally got up and opened the bow.

This is a set of kung fu, it is the practice of precision and determination.

Dangdang!

The two bows in the handles were thrown on the ground, and Hong Yi pulled out the posture and threw his fists. He made a fist in all directions with the move of "the cow and the trotters."

He used the bowing technique just now. Every punch is full of muscles, which seems to be pulling an invisible bow. Then the fist is attacked and shot like an arrow.

At this point, the bow in the hand was lost, the boxing lost, and there was a feeling of flying sharply and quickly.

In the big devil's boxing, the bowing technique is turned into a blow of the boxing method.

After playing in all directions, Hong Yi finally felt that his physical strength had been exhausted, and immediately got up and returned to the house to avoid blowing cold air. After waiting for the breath to be even, then boil the water and bathe.

The stove on the brazier was stewed with a chicken and it smelled and it was already stewed.

After taking a shower, Hong Yi drank a bowl of soup and felt that he couldn’t speak comfortably.

"These days are busy practicing martial arts, but I have not tried to sculpt the spirits. And these days, the opening of the bow training also raises the gods, and then practice the thoughts on the Amitabha."

Hung Yi consciously emboldened himself, his body became strong, and his spirit grew stronger, so he sat still and practiced the idea of ​​the Amitabha.

Close your eyes, set your mind, save the stars in your thoughts: the infinite light is shot again, and you are in the brain.

As soon as I entered the brain, all kinds of illusions came one after another.

The first thing that comes is that the whole body is breezy, and the pores are clear and out of the air.

Hong Yi is ready to stick to the past, but who knows, this feeling has not passed because of his persistence, but it is getting stronger and stronger!

With Hong Yi's current strength, he can't stand it, and he will be lost in this feeling.

The feeling of the breeze body today is ten times stronger than the first time!

Bang!

Hong Yi finally couldn't stand ~www.novelbuddy.com~ It was a comfortable one, and the man fell on the bed. After a long time, he woke up, his body was cold and sweaty, and his mind was groggy.

"How can the first pass be unbearable and hurt the soul."

Hong Yi has experience and knows that his sense of faintness is hurting the soul.

The idea of ​​cultivation can exercise the soul, but it can't hold it, and it will hurt the soul.

This time the cultivation, Hong Yi did not hold, the soul was hurt.

Fortunately, there are Amitabha thoughts, repairing the soul.

After thinking about the Amitabha, Hong Yi fell asleep, and the next day, it was refreshing.

But he was lost in thought.

"The first time I went so smoothly, the second time was ten times stronger than the first time? My soul is strong, but I can’t pass it? What happened? Is it.......... The stronger God, the devil The stronger? Yes."

The stronger the spirit, the stronger the devils will be. Because the devil is the idea of ​​its own.

"My soul can only swim in the night, and the things I think are so strong. If you have learned the extent of the drive, it is not the time to see Shura hell, those devils will appear directly in the form of Yin!"

At the end of the cultivation, the devil of the vision will condense into an entity, eat your flesh, drink your blood!

Hong Yi finally understood that every time he moved forward, the Amitabha would be difficult to practice ten times.

The stronger God is, the stronger the devil is!

Mastering the stick, but aiming for the yard!