The cultivation technique is indeed completely different from the ancient martial arts true energy.

The practice of ancient martial arts starts from the inside to the outside, and first cultivates the Dantian, and disperse the four meridians and eight meridians. It depends on time to accumulate the true qi and then gather the Qi Dantian.

What cultivators focus on cultivating the mind, through entering the underworld, sucking the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and gathering it in the inner world.

Simply put, one depends on one's own practice, and the other is to rely on external forces.

If the place where the cultivator practices is a place where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is very rich, it is not impossible to have a thousand miles a day.

All day, Ye Xiong spent two booklets reading, keeping the contents of the two booklets in mind in case of emergencies.

When it was about to get off work, the phone rang. It was Murong Ruyin's phone number.

On the phone, Ye Xiong learned that the ancient martial arts sect was preparing to convene a sect meeting to attack the immortal sect headed by Taoist Master Sanqing.

"The Yinmen, Tianmen, Hongmen, Xiaoyao Sect and Evil King Valley have all agreed to attend the sect conference, but the Poison Sect, Natural Sect, and Baihua Valley have not expressed any of them, and it is very likely that they have been subdued by the Immortal Sect."

When talking about this, Murong Ruyin was full of trouble.

"Ah Xiong, if we meet Yi Yi one day, wouldn't we meet with swords?"

"No one can say whether a war will occur. What you need to do now is to practice hard and not be disturbed by this matter." Ye Xiong reminded.

"I still hope to live in peace and not kill each other."

The two talked about some topics about ancient sects, and Murong Ruyin hung up the phone.

Ye Xiong decided to set out tomorrow and go to Romon's treasure house to take a look.

The war between ancient martial artists and cultivators is likely to break out. The most important thing now is to find ways to improve your strength. If there are any treasures in the treasure land, it may be possible to break through.

After get off work, Ye Xiong went to pick up Tang Ning. Tang Ning was very happy and excited and wanted to hang her neck again.

"My cousin, I almost miss you to death."

"I am not afraid of others making jokes." Ye Xiong avoided her hands and refused to let her do whatever she wanted.

"My cousin, how long will it take to stay when I am back this time?" Tang Ning asked immediately.

"Suddenly something happened. I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, but this time I'll be back in two or three days." Ye Xiong said.

"You have just come back and haven't been with us yet. You're out so soon." Tang Ning pouted his little mouth, looking unhappy. "No, I won't let you leave. I have to stay with us for two more days."

"I've said it, I'll be back soon, up to three days."

He persuaded her with kind words, and finally stopped her.

After returning, Yang Xinyi was unhappy when she heard Ye Xiong explaining that she was leaving again, but she was not as strong as Tang Ning.

At night, Ye Xiong was idle and had a sudden whim. Why not let Tang Ning try to practice "Cultivation Small Room"? What if she succeeds in practicing?

"Tang Ning, come here, my cousin-in-law will give you some benefits." Ye Xiong waved.

Tang Ning ran over happily and sat down next to him.

"Do you want to learn kung fu?" Ye Xiong asked.

"Of course I want to, but isn't it too late for me to study now?"

"I have a set of cultivation techniques. I have practiced to Mahayana, which is much more powerful than me. The key is that there is no threshold for this technique."

At this moment, Ye Xiong handed her the "Cultivation Booklet".

Tang Ning took it over and looked at it for a moment, with a look of suspicion.

"My cousin, are you sure that you can become an immortal by meditating every day?" Tang Ning Lai Chong expressed his doubts. "Why do I think this is a cult martial art?"

Ye Xiong first read this booklet and thought it was a wrong path, but since he came into contact with the cultivator, he knew that this thing was true, but there were too many difficulties in practicing.

"I will still hurt you, forget it if I don't practice." Ye Xiong wanted to retake the booklet.

Yang Xinyi came over and saw the two of them snatching each other and asked strangely: "What are you doing?"

"Cousin, you are here just in time. Let's practice immortality together?"

"Are you brainwashed? Where did the gods come from in this world?" Yang Xinyi blamed.

"You are right, I was brainwashed by a charlatan." Tang Ning looked at Ye Xiong and giggled.

Ye Xiong didn't know how to explain it to them, after all, this sounded too absurd.

"If you like to practice, just practice. If you don't practice, forget it." Ye Xiong was too lazy to explain to them.

No words all night.

The next morning, Ye Xiong and Hong set out to the treasure-hiding place of the Fantasy Sect.

Ancient martial arts sect, Poison Sect.

In a luxuriously decorated room,

Long Baichuan sat cross-legged on the bed to regulate his internal breath.

Since he took over the body of the Poison Prince in the Xiaoyao Sect, he was chased by Taoist Master Sanqing, and he was wiped out the power of the nine oxen and two tigers before he escaped the tracking and returned to the Poison Gate to take refuge.

Half an hour later, he vomited a mouthful of blood and his face turned pale.

Long Baichuan pulled out a tissue from the table and wiped off the blood in the corner of his mouth.

"Sanqing, so what if you escape? Sooner or later, I will ruin you."

At this moment, a graceful figure walked in.

The woman is about twenty-four or five years old, and she looks very charming. Half of her **** is exposed, white, tender and straight, and is the rose of Baihua Valley.

"I've been looking for you so hard, and I won't tell me no matter how I leave."

Rose walked to Long Baichuan, clasped his neck, and scolded shyly.

Long Baichuan is already in his seventies. At this moment, a young girl was tucked by her neck. She was excited and pushed her hard.

Rose caught off guard and fell to the ground all of a sudden.

"Young Master Poison, why are you doing this?" Rose said angrily.

The former Du Young Master liked this one the most. Every time they met, they were always stuck together for a long time and they didn’t separate until they were exhausted. What’s going on today?

Only then did Long Baichuan realize that he is no longer Long Baichuan, but Du Gongzi, and he can only act as Du Gongzi in the future.

Fortunately, he had been with Mr. Poison for a while and knew some of his habits, so there shouldn't be much problem.

If something really goes wrong, at worst, you can tell others directly, and he will lose his memory.

"I was not healed by my injury, sorry." Long Baichuan quickly explained.

"Where I'm hurt, let's see."

Rose hurried over, checked Long Baichuan's body, and asked with concern.

Long Baichuan has been accustomed to being alone in this life, and has never tried to be cared for by such a beautiful woman. He is now a little distracted.

Before he took over the body, he was a seventy-year-old man, and young women would take a detour when they saw him.

Now it's different. He lives again. If he doesn't enjoy it well, wouldn't he be reborn in vain?

Thinking of this, Long Baichuan's long-lost passion ignited, and suddenly hugged Rose and threw her onto the bed.

"Young Master, you didn't say you were injured, why are you still thinking about this? You are so bad." Meigui said shyly.

"Your people need to treat this injury. Come on, help me."

Long Baichuan tore off Rose's clothes, and in a moment, he took off her cleanly and pressed her on.

Rose feels that today's Poison Young Master is a little different. He used to be very gentle and not as wild as he was.

However, she prefers the rude and domineering poisonous young master now, which will allow her to get more direct pleasure.
Chapter completed!