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The next day, Zhang Sanfeng brought Zhou Zhiruo along while Chang Yuchun brought Li Xiaofeng along with him. Li Xiaofeng could not bear to part with Qin Wushuang, but he knew that he had to leave. Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were red, although she had not been with Li Xiaofeng for a long time, she already had a good impression of her fiance. At this point, she had already lost contact with him, and even though Li Xiaofeng was his only family, she had already regarded him as her only family, and she was naturally reluctant to part with him. Holding Li Xiaofeng's sleeve, Zhou Zhiruo looked at him with a pitiful dung in her eyes. In this era, only those with powerful martial arts could survive. Immediately, he comforted her.

"Good girl, you don't have to be sad, you should know that. In this chaotic world, if you do not have the ability, then you will be in danger of losing your life. Father-in-law is one of them, if you are able to master it, if you are able to master it, then you will have to rely on someone else in this chaotic world, if not, if not, if you will never be able to learn martial arts, and if not, there is also a possibility of you being alive, so you do not have to worry, if we meet again in a few months, then we will definitely be able to learn martial arts.

Li Xiaofeng was boasting all over the place as he unabashedly copied the lines from "A Great Gossip on the West". Zhou Zhiruo, an ancient girl, had heard such novel love words from Zhou Zhiruo, and her heart was filled with a strange, moving sweetness and yearning. She suddenly felt her heart beat like a deer's, and Li Xiaofeng suddenly kissed her on her lips like lightning, then turned and left without even turning his head back [Acting cool?] Only Zhou Zhiruo stood there with a flushed face. Of course, what Li Xiaofeng did couldn't be hidden from Zhang Sanfeng, he thought with a smile in his heart.

"I can't tell that Wu Ji is still a sentimental child, but I'm afraid that he will become a sinner in the future …"

Li Xiaofeng's cool and Zhou Zhiruo's eyes parted, and Li Xiaofeng left with Chang Yuchun's desire to go to the butterfly valley. That plate of Valley Fairy Medicine's reclusive was on the lake shift with the Northern Woman, so they had met for a long time. At the fair, Chang Yuchun ordered a carriage and two carriages for the rest of the week, unless they were to head north for a few days later, Li Xiaofeng would have the thrill and novelty of ancient times. It was not because of the slowness of the ancient vehicles, but because the ancient carriages were too bumpy, causing him to puke and letting Chang Yuchun mock him. Li Xiaofeng swore to himself that he would not ride on the carriages anymore. Hu Qingniu, an eccentric man who disliked being disturbed by strangers, was now ten miles away in the Leisure Valley, driving back in a strong wind. Li Xiaofeng, who was used to sitting in the car, could not bear the sight of the carriage, which contained no shock absorbers, and so he carried Li Xiaofeng on his back in the spring, striding down to the Leisure Valley. He was only ten miles away in the blink of an eye, but his internal injuries, which had been inflicted by Pan-Monk's second shadow palm, were not light at all.

"Chang'e [but it's not a mistake], let me down, you're severely injured …"

Chang Yuchun became anxious.

"No need, I can always catch up to 100 li in one go without taking a breather, could it be that …" That Pan-Monk is so big that I can't even walk if I hit him twice. "

Li Xiaofeng, who was on his back, twitched his mouth and thought to himself.

"Not only is this Chang Yuchun's name slutty, he is also as stinky and tough as the stone in the latrine. No wonder he has such a huge beard even at the age of twenty."

Chang Yuchun was already severely injured, so he had to hurry on with his journey. Moreover, the road on the mountain was rough, and he felt like his body was falling apart, and the more he walked, the more uncomfortable it became. He only walked for a few feet, and his body was already completely powerless, so he had no choice but to put down Wu Tie to rest in a big tree.

"Brother Chang, you have such a good body. It's already midnight when you reach the Valley of Disks. He won't be happy if you disturb Doctor Hu's rest."

Chang Yuchun felt that he was right. Reasonably, he didn't want to act cocky anymore. He took out some dry rations and shared it with Wu Tie before lying down on the ground and falling asleep. Li Xiaofeng looked at Chang Yuchun, who was like a dead pig, and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"This family's physique is similar to that of cattle. Living like pigs, f * ck."

Ignoring Chang Yuchun, he climbed up a big tree next to them, laid down on the concave area where the two tree trunks were connected, the sun quickly went down, a full moon rose above the trees, Wu Tie slept on it as he looked up at the moon in the sky. It had been more than a week since he arrived in this world, his initial shock, helplessness, fear, acceptance, excitement had all disappeared, and as he looked at the full moon of the delegation, all sorts of feelings surged up in his heart. Whether they were all well or not, his dead uncle must be very sad, I don't know. Would Zhao Yin remember me? Every year, I would pay my respects in front of my grave. I would live in such a lonely and lonely place, filled with loneliness and helplessness. I felt bitter in my heart as I thought to myself.

"In the past, the protagonists in the novels that I read about were always envious of them, but when it really happened to me, it made me feel so helpless. Seeing the beauty in the novels that I met made me envious and full of life, so much so that I completely forgot about my loved ones in the twenty-first century. Are they all ingrate? "

While he was thinking, he suddenly felt sleepy. Li Xiaofeng rolled up his body and breathed heavily. He started the lesson he had persisted in for the past ten years — netherdragon exercise. When he was young, Lu Xiaofeng was very mischievous and very active. Before he was seven years old, because his parents were busy, so he was living in his grandfather's house in the countryside, he was very lively and mischievous, seven years old because when he went up the tree to dig at the bird's nest he accidentally fell from a height of three meters, the tree fell off the tree. Fortunately, the ground below was mud and he didn't suffer any major injuries, but his head suffered a violent concussion, and every night when he slept he would have a splitting headache. In order not to have a hand headache and insomnia, Little Wu Steel had been practicing nonstop. After one month, he would be able to sleep soundly with some effects. In junior high school, Wu Tie had been obsessed with martial arts novels. He had a yearning for the various mystical inner force skills in the book, and when he remembered that he had practiced the Sea Serpent Dragon Art since he was young, he excitedly thought it was the inner force skills in the novel. However, when he carefully studied it, he found that, aside from sleeping soundly, there was no other legendary inner force skills. If he had not grown used to practicing since he was young, he would have long since stopped practicing anything with his hot personality. He wanted to become a Magician, so he suddenly found some strange things on the internet that he didn't know. Whether it was real or fake, as well as some hypnosis information, he had integrated them into the Serpent Dragon Art he had practiced since he was young, and even had a name — — netherdragon exercise.

This was the sleeping position of the Serpent Dragon Art. Different from the Sea Serpent Dragon Art, Lu Xiaofeng should have focused his consciousness into his lower Dantian, while Lu Xiaofeng changed his upper Dantian. He imagined a ball of light in the void of his Dantian's Sea of Consciousness slowly rotating with each of his breaths, connecting his heart and breath, not moving at all. After ten years of hard training, Lu Xiaofeng had already entered the state of entering the realm of consciousness in an instant. His consciousness was concentrated in his sea of consciousness, a ball of light was slowly rotating in the void, he no longer had to deliberately hypnotize himself to imagine that there was a ball of light, and that ball of light seemed to already exist as it slowly rotated. In fact, the netherdragon exercise did not seem to be magical at all, Lu Xiaofeng did not gain any supernatural ability magic or anything like that, but this was after all, created by him.