Chapter 25 Stimulate Blood

It is said that practicing external skills is burning money. Mu Zifeng has only heard of it but has not experienced it himself. The cost of today's feast is estimated to be that thousands of taels of silver can't be made.

Mu Zifeng has just been promoted to the divine realm, and his food intake has increased several times, so the table is dominated by meat. These meats are not ordinary cooking, but mixed with many kinds of precious medicinal herbs. Through the combination of seasonings, the meat is fragrant and full of fragrance, fat but not greasy.

Strines and bones are the foundation of a person's body. If the bones are not tough, the body is not strong. Mu Zifeng has lacked blood and weakness since he was a child, so his body looks much thinner. Later, he practiced immortal magic and gradually became stronger when he knew how to carry qi and blood.

The muscles of the whole body are full and powerful, tough and tangible, much stronger, and even taller. This meal was full, and I felt a little full when I ate a table of vegetables in my stomach. His qi and blood run in the body, decomposing food, and the power of various precious medicinal materials in food began to integrate into flesh and blood, and his whole body was extremely warm and comfortable.

Mu Zifeng is the first time to carry out real food supplements. Although he does not need the assistance of precious medicinal materials for his cultivation, some people do not eat for nothing.

Fu Tianlao and several other explosive warriors looked at it from afar and couldn't help but marvel at themselves. If this table of food supplement allows them to eat, it can at least strengthen their physical strength by 100 catties.

In another room, the divine master was full of anger on his face. He patted the table and shouted softly, "Tiandao Martial Arts Museum is simply bullying too much. Although Murong's prodigal son is talented and evil, he is an arrogant and arrogant villain. He is likely to win the championship in this Beijing Genius Conference, which will have a negative impact on the whole court pattern. Especially the fifteenth master, if he fails to fight for the throne and is entered by the tenth master of the East Palace, I'm afraid that our Zhao family will fall into a very bad quagmire in the future.

Zhao Xiaotian has changed into a green shirt without any pink, but she looks more beautiful and refined, with a trace of amazingness in her nobility. She has regained her composure, picked up the tea and tasted it gently, and said quietly, "Don't worry about the four elders. The ancestors may have left a back hand when they did this. The fifteenth master holds the power of millions of heroes, and his martial arts are quite popular, but he has no foundation in the court except for the secretary of the Ministry of War. Moreover, Emperor Shengyuan is also dedicated to the Tenth Master. The struggle between the two sides has indeed reached the point of incompatibility between water and fire. This Beijing Genius Disciple Competition is estimated to be the time to decide the ownership of the imperial sacred weapon.

"Miss, you have a premonition that ordinary people can't have since you were a child. Who do you think the imperial sacred artifact will eventually fall into the hands of?" Master Shenwei said with some heavy thoughts.

Zhao Xiaotian shook her head gently and said, "People's luck, national luck, and heavenly luck are doomed. How can I feel it? However, the embankment of thousands of miles collapsed in the ant nest, and maybe a trivial factor can completely subvert a seemingly doomed war.

"Four elders, if I can stimulate the power of the bleeding pulse this time, then the ancestor will cultivate me wholeheartedly. Zhao's vein can never be interrupted in my hand."

"Miss, are you sure that guy can stimulate your blood power? You should know that even the strongest person in the Shengyuan Empire does not have that ability. How can he, a boy with divine power, have that kind of ability against the sky? When Master Shenwei said this, the scene of him in the deep alley appeared in his mind again, frowning slightly, "But that boy is indeed unusual, and his strength is very strange."

"Four elders, if Mr. Zifeng has any requirements, we must meet him. As long as we can stimulate the power of blood, it is worth dispersing the wealth. I don't think the ancestors will hesitate at all."

Master Shenwei stood up and bowed and said, "Miss, don't worry, I will do this well. Take a good rest first and you will know tomorrow.

Mu Zifeng in the room touched his stomach and ate so much, but he didn't feel bloated, as if he had digested it while eating. Since breaking through to the realm of divine power, he found that the growth rate of physical strength has accelerated much faster.

"Hingyi pile is to open up the mysterious/acupoints in the body and stimulate blood. Xingyi Eight Fist is the manifestation of the power of qi and blood. Now that Dantian acupoint has been opened, I don't know what acupoint to open next? When Mu Zifeng thought of this, he set up the shape pile in the room. The spiritual platform was clear, and a wisp of consciousness followed the qi and blood slowly flowing in his body.

The soles of the feet are rooted, the palms are open source, Dantian accumulates strength, and the three acupuncture points are trained into a line. Qi and blood are constantly blending with the body, and the body bone is undergoing intangible power refining.

"Well, the power flowed to the palm power source, and it actually turned into ten strands and rushed to the ten fingers. Is the next step to open the ten fingers to open the heavenly hole?"

Mu Zifeng's face moved slightly. He has always felt that he lacked something when practicing the shape and eight fists. It was not until now that he suddenly realized that the eight punches, buckled, grabbed, grabbed, inserted and other moves were used to ten fingers. Although the palm was a powerful source, the ten fingers were not consistent, and the fist could not be completely displayed, and naturally powerful. It needs to be discounted.

I was speechless all night.

The next day, Mu Zifeng woke up from the retreat and moved his limbs. The bouncing sound of strings was like ten thousand arrows, refreshed and light.

"Ms. Zifeng."

Mu Zifeng opened the door and saw Zhao Xiaotian and Shenwei Master standing outside the door. He smiled and said, "It seems that you know how to use the spirit of heaven and earth to distinguish subtleties. The martial arts master's realm is really worth yearning for."

"With your talent, I believe it won't be too difficult." There is also a smile on the face of the great master of Shenwei. There may not be a martial arts master among tens of thousands of martial artists, but he has practiced it, and he is still a superior in the realm of masters. As long as you are willing, you can set up a sect and establish a powerful family at any time.

Mu Zifeng's eyes fell on Zhao Xiaotian's face, and the woman who carried the fate of the family seemed to hand over her fate. Whether it can stimulate the power of blood is related to the rise and fall of Zhao's lineage.

"Miss Zhao sent the order to let everyone leave the backyard without ordering anyone not to break in. Even if the sky collapsed, it was not allowed."

"Don't worry about this. I have ordered it, and there will be no shock at all." Zhao Xiaotian said calmly.

Mu Zifeng stared at her pair of eyes, clear and transparent, "Miss Zhao, what is the origin of martial arts?"

Zhao Xiaotian was stunned and turned her head to look at Master Wei. Seeing that he was also puzzled, she thought for a moment and said, "Power."

"What is power?"

This time, Zhao Xiaotian answered quickly, "The ability to protect herself and kill the enemy is power."

Mu Zifeng turned his head and looked at Master Wei, "Does the senior also think so?"

"Isn't it?"

Mu Zifeng sighed and turned into the room. "Miss Zhao, come in."

"Four Elders?" Zhao Xiaotian answered two well-known questions and felt inexplicable, but his expression seemed to be wrong and she was uncertain.

"Miss, please relax. I'm here."

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Mu Zifeng and Zhao Xiaotian sat face to face. At such a close distance, Mu Zifeng could clearly hear the other party's heartbeat. He was a little anxious and confused, and seemed to be in an uncertain mood. Smelling the faint intoxicating body fragrance, he took a deep breath.

"Miss Zhao, if your blood power is really stimulated, your future achievements are unlimited, so some words must be made clear to you before."

"Please teach Mr. Zifeng."

"The foundation of martial arts is not strength, not moves, but martial arts."

"Wu De?"

"Yes, Wude is a kind of mentality, not panic, not afraid, not afraid; Wude is a kind of temperament, righteousness, right heart, positive strength; Wude is a kind of self, not confused, not arrogant, not degenerate. Keep a pure heart and live and kill.

Zhao Xiaotian looked confused and seemed to understand.

"Your blood strength has not been stimulated. I don't know the difficulties and confusion in cultivation. No matter what the result will be, I just hope Miss Zhao can remember what I just said."

"But why don't you say it in front of the divine master? Maybe he can know what you mean?"

"Ha ha, he has reached the limit of external power and the bottleneck of strength. His heart, life and value have been deeply rooted. For example, if he has lost the position of general now, what do you think he will do? If he suddenly loses his strength, guess what will happen to him? Mu Zifeng stretched out his palms with a smile on the corners of his mouth, "Miss Zhao, please calm down."

Zhao Xiaotian is a smart daughter. Although she doesn't understand the deep meaning of Mu Zifeng's words for the time being, she also keeps it in mind. She took a deep breath and removed the distracting thoughts in her mind. A pair of tender white and round jade hands were opposite to Mu Zifeng's palm.

Now Mu Zifeng's qi and blood power has been strengthened more than ten times, and he slowly stimulated the qi and blood, shaking the power source of his palm.

Bum...Bum...Bum...

The heart beats strongly and rhythmically, full of vitality.

Zhao Xiaotian's delicate body trembled gently, and the strong flesh and blood on her body were slowly squirming, as if she had experienced washing her marrow and changing blood.

Mu Zifeng increased his qi and blood power, and only heard the roaring drums.

Suddenly, a trace of cold and bitter cold air penetrated into the palm of my hand, as if it felt for the first time. Mu Zifeng opened his eyes and saw Zhao Xiaotian's eyes closed, with fine sweat on her forehead, and her clothes bulging and rattling. The delicate body seems to be swaying and floating in the waves and can't control itself.

The cold air that penetrated into the palm of its hand seems to be spiritual and wants to flow into the body along the air. Unexpectedly, a stream of golden qi and blood surged and killed, and immediately disintegrated it and disappeared.

Mu Zifeng's arms are extremely soft and tough, constantly fluctuating. He is shaking, not only to resolve the cold power of the other party, but also to make the other party's hands not out of his control.

A cool air is slowly rising in the house, and the temperature is gradually falling. Over time, a layer of gray began to appear on the ground, which is the solidified water vapor in the air.

The divine master guarding outside the door is abnormally changed in the surrounding environment**. In Mu Zifeng's words, he observes it with the help of the spirit of heaven and earth.

"In such a hot weather, the temperature inside is cold and piercing. Did Miss really stimulate the blood power of the ice elves in her body?" Master Shenwei looked surprised. He resisted his curiosity and calmly explored the abnormal movements around him. At this time, there must be no accident.

"What a chill." Mu Zifeng's eyebrows and hair in the room have already appeared ice slag, but the tiger eyes stared at the unreal elf shadow above Zhao Xiaotian's head. He saw that the elf shadow was gradually condensed by the cold air from Zhao Xiaotian's body. It was only the size of a palm, but there were six wings behind him, which were dancing.

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