Fairy Strange: Eighty Years of Boy Kung Fu in the Beginning

After cultivating for an hour, Mo Xuan was covered in blood, which startled Xiaoqing.

"Don't panic, this is the home remedy given by Dr. Huasheng."

Mo Xuan stood outside the pit, waiting for the scabs to form on his body.

"Home remedies?" Xiaoqing was stunned, she had never heard of such a home remedy.

However, Xiaoqing did not ask again, what the young master said was what it was.

After a blaze of incense, under the strong recovery power of the innate boy skill, Mo Xuan's body had all scabbed.

With a hard shake, a large amount of blood scabs fell.

"Bring the water." Mo Xuan felt a little thirsty.

Xiaoqing half-covered her eyes and handed the kettle to Mo Xuan with a red face.

After drinking most of the medicinal tea from the kettle, Mo Xuan jumped into the pit again.

Xiaoqing is still guarding outside, but from time to time he will turn his head and secretly look at Mo Xuan, whose body has not entered the pit, revealing only one head.

"Young Master, he... When did it become so strong?

Xiaoqing thought with a red face.

Huhu ~~

In the woods, a strong wind blows along the hillside.

The shadows of the trees are shining, and the leaves are falling.

In the pit, Mo Xuan continued to temper the epithelium.

In this late autumn forest, Mo Xuan's heart gushed with a feeling of loneliness in heaven and earth.

"Spring and winter come, and heaven and earth are constant."

Mo Xuan, who practiced Bafang Punching Fist in the iron sand over again, had this sentence in his mind.

This is the content of the Bafang Chong Fist General Program.

Mo Xuan originally thought that they were all some clichés, reasonable, and set off the knowledge of the writer of the boxing score.

But at this moment, during the rehearsal over and over again, Mo Xuan seemed to understand the meaning of this sentence.

Bafang rushed to face not only enemies from all directions, but also this heaven and earth world!

Not only to fight with people, but also with the sky!

Bang!

In Mo Xuan's body, the internal strength of Tong Zigong, as well as the internal force of Blood Fu Gong, were immediately triggered.

The iron sand that was constantly surging in the pit, at this time, actually rotated around Mo Xuan with a strange force.

Rumble!

With a bang, the iron sand in the pit exploded directly.

Xiaoqing, who was not far away, was taken aback.

In the pit, the golden color on Mo Xuan's body quickly faded, and the skin had been worn out, but it was recovering at an exaggerated speed.

"Bafang punched and broke through."

Mo Xuan stood in the pit and fell into deep thought.

If this Bafang Punch was really created by the Great Yin Taizu, then how courageous does this person have?

"Fighting with the sky..."

Mo Xuan recalled the artistic conception he had just experienced.

"Young Master? Master? Xiaoqing lay on the edge of the pit and looked at Mo Xuan worriedly.

Mo Xuan came back to his senses, jumped lightly, and jumped out of the pit.

"Take out the prepared snacks, I'm hungry."

When Mo Xuan spoke, the surface of his body was still oozing blood.

Xiaoqing was a little sluggish in fright, nodded mechanically, and went to unwrap the bag and take out the food box.

......

He had been cultivating in the woods until it was almost dark, and Mo Xuan left with Xiaoqing.

After returning to the Taoist Temple, the first thing Mo Xuan did was to ask Xiaoqing to fetch water, then closed the door and took out the human skin paper.

The finger fell on the human skin paper, and a line of handwriting began to emerge

: Mo Xuanmei

: one year and eleven months (+32

) can: 2

skills: congenital boy skill (60% of the hall and enter the room) Bafang Chong Fist (fusion through 5%) Blood Fu Gong (first glimpse of the door diameter 90%) Drinking knife (first glimpse of the door diameter 60%)

Evaluation: Useful waste materials, dead people who die soon!

Mastery!

A new proficiency realm has emerged!

"The next focus is on the Blood Tempering Skill and the Wind Drinking Knife Technique, and under the full burst of Tong Zi Gong, it is still too conspicuous, try to use it as a hole card..."

Mo Xuan analyzed in his heart.

He also has a copy of the "Assassination Fist" boxing book and the "Turtle Breath Recipe" internal skills, these two exercises also consume a lot of time to cultivate.

Thinking that he only had less than two years of life left, Mo Xuan suddenly felt that there was not enough time.

"If my energy value increases a little more, the speed of cultivation is estimated to be greatly accelerated..." Mo

Xuan was planning his next martial arts training plan when suddenly, there was a slam in the door of the room without warning.

Someone is pushing the door!

Mo Xuan instantly took the human skin paper into his arms and looked at the door vigilantly, "Who?" "

If it is Xiaoqing, it will definitely knock on the door, so Mo Xuan can be sure that the person who pushed the door is not Xiaoqing.

"I'm He Youwan!" Outside the door, He Youwan's somewhat impatient voice sounded.

"He Youwan?" Mo Xuan was a little puzzled, but still opened the door.

He Youwan, dressed in red and holding a sword, stood outside the door with an indifferent face.

"What's the matter with Miss He?" Mo Xuan asked, and did not have the idea of letting the other party into the house.

And He Youwan didn't want to enter the house, just stood outside the door and said coldly:

"Don't follow me."

"You are dead, my father has already refused to propose a kiss, and it is useless for you to do anything."

Hearing this, Mo Xuan's head was full of question marks.

He Youwan didn't bother to say anything more, went directly to her room, banged, and closed the door.

Putting down the sword, He Youwan sat down and rubbed her sore arm, "I have to get up a little earlier tomorrow and practice swordsmanship." What

happened just now has been completely left behind by He Youwan.

As for whether he misunderstood Mo Xuan, He Youwan didn't care at all.

......

At night, Xiao Daotong came to inform Mo Xuan, saying that it was Qinghong Dao, the owner of Qingshan Temple, who invited him.

Mo Xuan thought that he would stay here for a while, so he did not refuse.

After leaving Xiaoqing in the room, Mo Xuan followed Xiao Daotong to the side hall.

Inside the temple, there are only a few futons, in which is placed an incense burner.

Wisps of green smoke wafted out, smelling reassuring.

"Qinghong Daoist?"

Mo Xuan looked at the emaciated middle-aged man sitting on the futon and asked.

"It's down, Mo Gongzi, please sit." Qinghong Dao Chang flicked the dust and said with a smile.

Mo Xuan nodded and sat down opposite the Qinghong Daoist.

So, the two started talking, mostly some words that were not nutritious.

For example, "What is the inconvenience of Kannai life?" "Are you used to the room?" "If there is any dissatisfaction, try to bring it up" and so on.

After chatting for a while, Mo Xuan and this Qinghong Dao Chief were closer, and the conversation was more casual.

What surprised Mo Xuan was that these Daoist priests really practiced!

The Qinghong Dao Elder claimed to be a cultivator of the Golden Pill Period.

"My cultivation is too low, so I was sent to such a remote place, if it weren't for Old Master Mo Cang's help, my Daoist Temple would have been even more broken."

Qinghong said a little embarrassed.

"Jin Dan Xiu is still low?" Mo Xuan was a little surprised.

"Of course, a few of my senior brothers are already Yuan babies." Qinghong nodded.

"That... That Jindan cultivator, what realm is equivalent to martial arts? Leather samurai? Or a bone martial artist?

Mo Xuan felt that he had discovered something incredible.

In this world, there are really immortal cultivators.

"Martial Dao?" Qinghong was a little confused by Mo Xuan's words.

"Cultivation and martial arts... There is nothing comparable, if I fight, I am afraid that my body plate will not even be able to beat the martial arts practitioner. Qinghong shook his head.

"Can't beat it?" Mo Xuan felt that something was wrong.

"I'm not afraid of Mo Gongzi's jokes, when I was fetching water last month, I accidentally twisted my waist and lay in bed for most of the month."

Speaking of this, Qinghong sighed and continued: "

Half a year ago, one of my senior brothers had already reached the Yuan Infant Realm, but unfortunately he died of wind cold."

"Brother Jin Dan twisted his waist? Yuan Ying Friar contracted the wind chill and died?

Mo Xuan was already stunned.

How could the cultivation immortal in Qinghong's mouth be so different from the version he had in his impression?