"Yeah, I'm awake. Didn't we wake up?"

Yang Feng looked at Tang Hao's indifferent face and smiled and said, "How is it, how are you recovering?"

"It's almost done, where are you?"

"I...I'm soon, and I'll be back to the top soon, hahaha!"

He beat him up and haha. Yang Feng raised his hand and took a bite of the apple to relieve his embarrassment.

In fact, over the past few months, Yang Feng has no idea how to restore his strength.

But he can't make people see it, he must hold on.

Tang Hao stared at the slightly shaking apple in his hand, and a flash of splendor in his eyes, seeing through everything, but he didn't poke it out, just murmured: "If you have any confusion in your understanding, you might as well return to the starting point and do it again, and there may be the answer you want."

"What's the meaning?"

"It's very simple. How did you practice this technique for the first time, that's your starting point."

Taking a deep breath, Tang Hao's eyes became deeper: "The Lord of Tao once said that all things in the world have arisen and destiny. All confusion, as long as you find the starting point, you can determine the end point.

Now that you have lost all your strength, you may not look for it backwards, but for it forward.”

Looking forward?

Yang Feng raised his eyes and thought, as if he understood something. He immediately turned around and ran to his cave: "Brother, prepare paper, ink, pen and inkstone for me!"

"What are you doing, brother?"

"I want to write down the martial arts to see if I can comprehend something from the starting point."

Yang Feng's rapid voice came from Wen Liang's ears, Tang Hao smiled slightly, and continued to close his eyes and meditate.

A quarter of an hour later, in Yang Feng's cave, Yang Feng held a wolf's hair in his hand and frowned deeply at a stack of white rice paper.

The starting point of his martial arts comes from a book called Yin Pingmei. I don’t know who wrote it. Anyway, there are other martial arts techniques of the gods, the Yin and Yang Sutra of Heaven and Earth.

At this moment, he had already lost everything and didn't know how to restore his skills. Tang Hao suggested that he start from the starting point, so the starting point would be Yin Ping Mei, or the martial arts hidden inside.

However, the martial arts inside entered his body directly, not what he had learned from his cultivation, so the only thing he remembered now was the content of this Yin Ping Mei.

Dead horses are treated as living horses, and perhaps from the contents of this silver bottle plum, you can slowly recall the power of the gods.

But... what is the content of this Yinping Mei?

Oh, how could I remember such a big book like this without saying a word?

I only remember the method recorded on it and the jade cicada were cultivated... Hehehe.

Yang Feng couldn't help but think about it, and he became so happy that he closed his eyes.

Wow! In an instant, a dazzling light immediately shot into my originally dark mind, as if I had opened the door to a higher level again.

However, Yang Feng didn't care. He just had a comfortable smile on his lips and recalled every bit of the past, but his subordinates unconsciously wrote quickly and poured into a thousand miles.

Wen Liang kept the pass for him, after all, he wanted to write the secrets of peerless magical skills, and he couldn't just disturb him and peek at him.

However, Yang Feng's dictation speed still shocked Wen Liang, especially when Yang Feng was writing at a very fast speed, his eyes were always closed, as if his brain and his hands were completely isolated, and he was not doing the same thing at all.

Looking at the smile on his face, it seemed like he was dreaming, and it was a kind of dream, but he wrote very seriously, and his handwriting seemed to be alive, so sonorous and powerful.

Tang Hao secretly walked to their cave entrance, looked up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then he quickly left.

In this way, a day passed. Huo Yanfeng and Li Xiaolan were searching for some food nearby and came back. Seeing Yang Feng's crazy look, he said strangely: "What's wrong with him, the ancestor?"

"Brother is writing his peerless magical secrets. Once this set of skills is practiced, you can kill gods and destroy demons and be invincible!"

"real?"

When his eyes lit up, Huo Yanfeng said with anticipation: "Then I have to see it carefully. The ancestor's peerless magical skills are absolutely extraordinary."

Sa! Suddenly, a flash, Jin Ling and Di Abro came back and said anxiously: "A team of Shura Gods have searched here, we have to transfer again.

Hey, what is he doing?"

zhi! Before Wen Liang could reply, Yang Feng's pen tip had stopped. When he slowly opened his eyes, he couldn't help but be surprised: "Hey, what is this?"

"Brother, have you finished writing your skills?"

Wen Liang was happy and hurried forward and smiled.

Yang Feng was still a little confused: "I wrote this...?

No, why don’t I remember it?

I actually wrote down the entire silver bottle plum without saying a word?

Oh, my hands are so sore!"

"That...Brother, can you pay tribute to your martial arts?"

At this time, Wen Liang rubbed his hands embarrassedly, full of expectations.

Yang Feng laughed unanimously: "Of course, you naturally need to share the good things with your brothers. Take them to see. Don't be polite, hahaha!"

"Thank you, brother!"

Wen Liang was overjoyed and hurriedly took it to study hard. However, after reading two lines, his face turned red and his hands trembled involuntarily, and his whole body temperature increased rapidly.

Huo Yanfeng, who was standing beside him, looked curious: "Uncle Wen Liang, what's wrong with you?

How is this set of martial arts of my ancestor like?"

"Brother is the big brother. This set of skills is easy to understand, and it makes people unable to stop when they start. Their blood is boiling. It is worthy of being a peerless magical skill!"

"real?

Then show me!"

When his eyes lit up, Huo Yanfeng rushed over and studied hard. But after three minutes of learning, two rays of bright red flowed out of his nose, and tears filled his eyes: "The ancestor is such a talented man. Such a peerless magical skill should be passed down with our Huo family tree. If it is passed down by men or women, my Huo family will definitely be lush and prosperous.

This is really the treasure left by our ancestors to our descendants, we must cherish it."

What?

Li Xiaolan saw it strangely and hurriedly came over: "What kind of martial arts are you doing with this ancestor?"

Why did you two just read it for a while, and it was as easy to understand as if you had learned it?

show me!"

"Oh no, no, this is passed on to men but not women. It's not appropriate for you to see it. If you have a chance, I will teach you when there is no one around."

"Why wait for no one to wait? Isn't it enough to show me now?"

"No, this is really inappropriate!"

His head was shaking like a rattle. Huo Yanfeng hurriedly hid the secret of magical skills behind him. He smiled suddenly, but with a buzzing sound, the manuscript disappeared and fell into Jin Ling's hands.

"What the hell are you doing?

Made it so mysterious?

Generally, the skills in the divine realm are transmitted with the divine consciousness, because the more advanced the skills, they can only be understood in mind, not in words, so how can they be written in words? Ordinary people can understand it at a glance?

Only mortal martial arts can be so shallow, let me see what I have to do!”

"Grandma Zu, don't..." Huo Yanfeng wanted to stop it, but unfortunately it was too late. Jin Ling just glanced at it and her face turned red and her whole body became hot. At the same time, a charming face might have sank quickly, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Old Huo, what are you doing?

Writing such a thing will harm descendants?
Chapter completed!