Chapter 85 Breakthrough in the Desert Village

The majestic wind sits motionless in the wing room. It seems that the body of the majestic wind has turned upside down.

It's just a quarter of an hour when the Xiongfeng transformed the true spirit belonging to the iron flute beggar. Suddenly, Xiongfeng's body seemed to have infinite vitality. Xiongfeng felt that his internal strength was afraid that something had improved a lot.

The true qi of the eight-step monk is purely Shaolin's own Taoist naive qi, but it is impossible to transform it, but after Xiongfeng successfully resolved the true qi left by the mixed yuan and the iron flute beggar, his confidence greatly increased.

Feihu, the silent summoner in his heart, helped his congenital innocence to surround the true qi of the eight-step monk. No matter how hard he tried, he could not absorb it further. The heat in his heart suddenly soared, and the strong wind was not good. If it goes on, I'm afraid that I will burn like Zhou Qian. It's not that the flying tiger is powerless, but that the eight-step monk's true spirit is really more tenacious and can't be approached, so that now the heat has soared. After about half an hour of entanglement, the strong wind has a dry mouth and a faintly wet feeling.

Xiong Feng breathed a long sigh of relief and had to give up.

However, Xiongfeng knew that his internal strength was probably increased by another ten%, so Xiongfeng took out the long- hiding "Innate Palm" and turned it to the 16th type: "like a snake looking for a hole."

Zhizai Kunyuan, ten thousand materials are born, and they are obedient to the sky.

Kun is a thick carrier, and his virtue is boundless. Including Hongguang University, and the goods are salty and prosperous.

The horse land is boundless, soft and smooth.

A gentleman is at stake. First, he will lose his way, and then he will be smooth.

If you have friends in the southwest, you will have a similar line; if you lose friends in the northeast, you will have a celebration.

The auspiciousness of Anzhen should be boundless.

The elephant said: The terrain is Kun, and the gentleman carries things with great virtue.

The sixth day of the first lunar month: frost, hard ice.

The elephant said: The frost is hard and the ice begins to condense. To tame it, to hard ice.

liu2: straight, square, big, unfavorable.

The elephant said: The movement of sixty-two is straight to the square. If you don't get used to it, there is nothing wrong with it.

Sixty-three: including Zhang Kezhen. Or from the king's affairs, there is no end.

The elephant said: Han Zhang can be chaste; it is also sent by time. Or from the king's affairs, know the light.

Six: encapsulation; no blame, no reputation.

Xiang said: There is no blame, and there is no harm.

Xiongfeng knew that the more the innate palm came to the back, the more difficult it would be to practice. At this time, he did not dare to be careless at all.

The world has nothing to do with me.

I have been immersed in the world depicted by Taoist skills.

If someone disturbs or there is an assassin at this time, he must be demonized because he can't bring the true spirit back. If you want to practice the sixteenth type of the innate palm, you must drive all your internal forces. If something goes wrong, you will be out of breath and shut down and die.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly the mixed yuan came to the vigorous wing. Seeing that the vigorous spirit must have been stunned by some internal power.

It also shouted "ah" for a while!

Xiongfeng knew that the mixed yuan was coming, but at this time, he was hitting the gate of the 16th level. As long as Xiongfeng broke through this door, he would become a more powerful 16th. Once he practiced, he would be more powerful than the eight heroes, so why was he still afraid of the magic people to chase him? At least you can retreat in the face of boundlessness.

When Xiong Feng was fighting to the death, suddenly the flying tiger in his body suddenly jumped up. Xiong Feng thought to himself, is this king of poison going to destroy his efforts in the middle of the night?

Intuitionally, the flying tiger is constantly forging in the 16th routine with its own internal strength, and the hero will come!

With a cold and strong wind slowly opened his eyes, his face was red and breathless, as if he had climbed several mountains and traveled hundreds of miles. But in other people's opinion, in fact, Xiongfeng is so energetic that he can't fall asleep. He is excited to find someone to try this 16th style.

"Is the true qi in your body cured?" Hunyuan was puzzled.

"It's still a little short!" Although Xiongfeng is a little regretful, he is already satisfied.

"Brother Feng! After rescuing Qiu Bingbing tomorrow, you must go to Langtao Island in the South China Sea to find a life-sustaining magic doctor. There has never been a bad doctor. Don't worry if you go there. Besides, we have a very good relationship with the god doctor.

Xiong Feng said again, "It's hard for you, big brother. What's the matter? Do you want to go out and have a look?

"Oh, you forgot that if you don't tell me, the iron flute beggar met the evil immortals in the yard, but the opponent was dressed in white like a female ghost, coming and going without a trace. I'm coming to see you."

Hearing Hunyuan's words, Xiong Feng immediately thought to himself, "It must be that woman. She took away Qiu Bingbing!" Xiongfeng said in a hurry, "Then let's go quickly!"

At this time, it has passed the fifth update, but it is early. The village is as quiet as water, and you can't hear the chirping of chickens and dogs. Most of the villagers are closed their doors and stay at home. Only a few people walking outside are also worried. They often look at each other and listen to all directions, like a thief who has just made their debut.

The plan of the day lies in the morning. In the morning, it should be a busy time for hard-working and kind villagers. The village should not be so calm. How can it be rare to see a few people?

Xiongfeng is obviously confused about the situation in the village. He can't see anything strange by stretching his neck and looking left and right. Maybe it's customs or local habits. When he thinks so, he doesn't care about this abnormal situation.

The villagers who walked with their waists seemed to be frightened by something. They suddenly straightened up and stared at Xiongfeng and Hunyuan with monster-like eyes.

Looking at those projected eyes, his ambition is cold again. If his eyes can kill people, he may have died hundreds of times.

The wind is very uneasy. For the villagers, although they must be wearing strange clothes, they are all dressed in black, and both men and women are wearing skirts. But my face is the best proof of kindness, and there should be no place to shock them! Then why do they look at themselves like this?

"Excuse me..." Hun Yuan smiled and wanted to ask if a man who came across saw another fat monk and a thin beggar.

As soon as he spoke, his smile immediately stiffened. As soon as the villagers heard him speak, they immediately ran away at a flying speed.

The village is quieter.

Xiongfeng and Hunyuan had to walk around and think that they would definitely find the eight-step monk and the iron flute beggar.

More than a dozen houses are vivid, all the doors and windows are closed, and there is no sound in the room.

Even the villagers did not dare to complain about their heroishness like this, and walked in along the road in the middle of the village.