C32 What kind of poison did you do?!

At this time, the sky was already dark, but if a martial arts expert was present, they would notice that Yang Fan's breathing was mysterious. Not only were his breathing suddenly longer and shorter, there were also occasional high frequency gasps, and occasionally the air would become faint, and he would even once again swallow the air currents that had rushed up to his throat.

In ancient times, the ancients had already discovered the secret of breathing and created the breathing technique in order to strengthen the body and extend one's lifespan.

Yang Fan's body was currently in a terrible condition, even the simplest of inner force cultivation techniques was not enough for him to cultivate.

In fact, if not for these two days of quiet cultivation to replenish his energy from the food, Yang Fan would not even be able to execute this basic breathing technique.

Following the strange breathing, a moment later, Yang Fan's spirit was immersed in a kind of mental state of "Everything but me". He could clearly feel the opening and closing of the alveoli when he breathes, the swelling of the blood vessels, how the oxygen entered the cells, and was once again converted into carbon dioxide, and then merged into the alveolar air again, which was then slowly expelled through exhalation.

In the current Yang Fan's eyes, this simple, instinctual process was profound to the extreme.

The Great Dao was the simplest.

This breathing method was naturally not something that belonged to the human world. It was a breathing method that Yang Fan had only comprehended after secretly observing the strong magical beast named "Monarch Bear" in the extreme cold region of the God Realm for an entire winter.

Before hibernation, Di Xiong would eat a lot of food and store a lot of energy in his body. And during hibernation, along with this strange instinctive breathing technique, the huge amount of energy stored in his body would gradually fuse into his body and completely transform into his own. This caused the Di Xiong to not only not become weak, but instead become many times stronger than before hibernation.

Right now, Yang Fan was precisely borrowing this kind of breathing technique to slowly strengthen his body from the inside out. At the same time, it was like the sun shining down on the snow, allowing the filth within his body to be excreted a little.

However, even if he were to use the Monarch Bear Breathing Technique, it would still consume a huge amount of energy and mind. Yang Fan had only trained for less than half an hour and he already felt that he was out of energy.

During this half hour, he would occasionally swallow a mouthful of impure air and pile it up again and again. At this moment, his chest was bulging as if it was inflated, and every breath he took was very little.

At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and a mouthful of impure Qi, which was like a long ruler, was spat out from his lips. It was congealed and did not disperse until it was five to six meters away.

Strangely, the ruler's color was not the usual white color, but was black, as if it was made of ink.

"Pu pu pu ? ?" A burst of rapid breathing sounds came out from the hidden shadows. As Liu Jingyu vomited, she staggered and fell out.

His face was red and white, and as he kept retching, he instinctively took in a deep breath. In his blurry eyes, he only saw a dense black gas rushing towards him, and the stench in the air was even stronger. The pungent smell filled his throat, and his white eyeballs rolled, almost fainting.

Yang Fan ignored them and puked for a few seconds, spitting out all the foul and turbid Qi in his body, feeling as though his entire body had become lighter by a few kilograms. Only then did he look at Liu Jingyu who looked as though she was suffering a fate worse than death, and he turned pale with fright: "Junior sister, why did you come here to me so late? Do you hold a grudge in your heart, and want to ruin my reputation?"

At this time, Liu Jingyu felt as if she had drank ten kilograms of spirit wine, and couldn't tell east, south, west. Even Yang Fan's voice seemed to come from the horizon, and the internal core in her body couldn't even stand straight;

Hearing Yang Fan's words, he almost vomited blood. He would only sacrifice his reputation to ruin your reputation if he was crazy!

Her gaze when looking at Yang Fan was as if she was looking at a ghost or god, filled with fear and hatred: "You, you had long noticed me, what poison did you do to me?"

Yang Fan leisurely placed his hands behind his back, and asked curiously: What poison technique is this? I never thought that junior sister would actually have such an allergy to bad breath that is hard to find in the world. But don't worry, if you want to change this kind of physique, you just need to use poison to fight against poison, I just need to give you a deep kiss, and fill your mouth and lungs with that stinky breath of yours, hey, junior sister, why are you really vomiting? After he finished speaking, Yang Fan frowned.

"Yang, Yang Fan, you and I are irreconcilable!" In just a few seconds, Liu Jingyu seemed to have experienced a life and death struggle. With disheveled hair, his face was as pale as a ferocious ghost, he put down his fierce speech, barely forcing his internal core to move. Using his movement technique, his body suddenly leaped and flipped over the academy wall.

A loud bang sounded out from outside the courtyard, followed by the painful cry of a woman. It seemed like she was unable to stand properly and fell quite heavily.

Yang Fan laughed and shook his head. He walked over and picked up a small black gun from the ground.

For someone like him, who was able to sense and see the biological field, there was no difference between day and night. Even with her superior technique of restraining breath, she could not escape his eyes. It was clear that the reason Liu Jingyu snuck in here with her spear at this time was not to increase their friendship.

This mouthful of impure Qi should be able to make Liu Jingyu quiet down for a while.

The structure was somewhat different from the pistols in his previous life. Yang Fan studied it for a few seconds, and then a needle-like thing shot out from his handgun.

Yang Fan had seen too many different types of fields, so he had long gathered his experience. Through the color of the fields and the frequency of the waves emitted by the needle, he was able to determine that the effect of the liquid was numbing.

It was obvious that Liu Jingyu was prepared to use this stun gun to knock him down, then do something that wouldn't benefit her. With her scheming nature, although it wouldn't take his life, she would definitely make things difficult for him.

After reloading the tranquilizer, Yang Fan unceremoniously took back the Paralympic Spear for himself and didn't leave as well, and started to punch slowly in the courtyard.

God Realm, Longevity Fist.

The fame may sound great, but in the God Realm, it was only a boxing style that people of the God Realm could learn when they were young. It was a boxing style that could generate life and blood, neutralize the spirit, and give birth to longevity.

There were some experts in the God Realm who had never given up on this fist technique in their entire lives.

This was because this fist technique could ignore the limitations of realms. Even if A Divine Emperor powerhouse practiced this fist technique, he could still improve slightly over time and could even help comprehend the mysteries of heaven.

Yang Fan's body was weak now, but he couldn't just rely on recuperation. He could use this boxing style to move his muscles and bones, create blood flow, and harmonize his internal organs.