Chapter 58

In the main hall, Chen Bing is taken away by the wooden family. In ψ α Bayi, Wang Yang has been continuing.

Finally, the main hall was in the air, and the belief cloud was completely consumed.

"Brother

Wang Yang just stopped, Luo Jian rushed up at the first time.

"How are you, brother?"

Looking at Wang Yang Qi Yao's blood, Luo Jian asked nervously.

Wang Yang shook his head and said, "I'm ok, but how are you?"

"I don't have any problems. Before, I had some injuries. After some recuperation just now, I have almost recovered."

Luo Jian grinned and said with a smile.

"Well, this time, thank you very much. Let's go and worship him."

With that, Wang Yang took Luo Jian and knelt down in front of the statue of the holy emperor and made three respectful kowtows.

Not to mention his reverence as a deity, Wang Yang just helped himself to fight back the powerful enemy. Wang Yang also felt that this sacrifice was totally worthwhile.

"Your Highness, before, thank you very much."

Da da da

Wang Yang has something else to say. From the door, steady footfalls come.

Looking around, he turned out to be a group of monks. He was an old monk in his fifties.

"Are you?"

Wang Yang looked at the visitor, his face slightly cold, and asked.

There are Temple wishes and some monks in the temple. Before, Wang Yang knew all these things. All along, they were managers of Nanyue.

However, before, Chen Bing and others appeared to drive away the pilgrims. These people did not show up, and even nearly killed themselves. Wang Yang was naturally unhappy.

"Two, you are very polite, old monk. I'm the abbot of the temple."

He Shi, the old monk, saluted Wang Yang.

Wang Yang sneered and said, "I dare not. In Nanyue, you even indulge the people of the black dragon gang. How dare I accept your courtesy?"

Wang Yang is determined not to forgive this matter so easily. The old monk Heshi recited the name of Buddha and said, "Nanyue temple, although it is a Buddhist temple, is dedicated to the holy emperor. Before, Laona received the sacred idea of the holy emperor, and said," a little friend came to the temple, which was ignored by Lao Na and others. "

“？”

Wang Yang pointed to himself and could not speak for a long time. He said, "little friend, do you mean me?"

Wang Yang's eyes were wide, full of disbelief.

Holy emperor is an ancient god. He calls himself a little friend. Are you kidding me?

The old monk nodded and said, "yes, before, the emperor told me this."

"Brother, what's going on here?"

Luo Jian is also confused.

My cousin, a month ago, was still a peasant who had nothing. Could he be a little friend of the ancient gods?

Wang Yang wry smile, way: "I also want to know."

Looking at the old monk, he made sure that he didn't lie, but nodded and said, "well, the so-called little friend is me. Go ahead, saint, what else did he say?"

Wang Yang thought that before, the emperor really helped himself, so he nodded helplessly and agreed with the old monk.

"Yes, the emperor did

"Say it

Wang Yang has no expression on his face.

"The emperor said," this is a flat peach seed. I hope you can plant it alive. "

"What?"

Wang Yang widened his eyes and looked at a peach stone with nine colors in his hands.

Luo Jian can't believe it.

Pan Tao, as a Chinese, is a deity in the ancient myth. How can he not know?

It was knowing that he was even more incredible.

"Are you sure?"

Pointing to the peach stone, Luo Jian asked aloud. =In ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι ι.

The old monk nodded and said, "ten years ago, Lao Na felt the spirit of the emperor, and has since become the spokesman of the emperor in the world.

On weekdays, Lao Na did the most, and the emperor only asked for his faith. Today, for the first time, he personally set down the task. "

The old monk reached out his hand and handed the stone to Wang Yang.

Wang yangman is incredible and reaches for it.

Vaguely, he seems to know why he has a sense of invisible sight monitoring from entering the temple. This is the God of the holy emperor. He feels the Ziyang Scripture that he practices.

"Holy emperor, there is no good to give?"

Wang Yang squinted at the old monk and asked.

"Brother!"

Luo Jian is very anxious.Holy emperor, that's a God. My cousin should take care of the gods to benefit. I'm tired of it!!

However, the next exhibition surprised him even more.

I saw the old monk holding his hands together and chanting the name of Buddha in a low voice.

"The emperor said that if you can make him sprout successfully, he can give you ten drops of spiritual liquid of faith."

"Seriously?"

As soon as Wang Yang's eyes brightened, he repeatedly asked.

Wang Yang has always been the most troubled, is the lack of spiritual strength, the cultivation of Ziyang Scripture, the invasion of external demons, unbearable.

If the holy emperor has given the spiritual liquid of faith, then, his own strength will be improved quickly.

No.

Wang yanglue pondered and said, "Damn it, flat peach is a divine thing. It's hard to make it sprout."? There must be a lot of Ziyang spirit liquid, otherwise, it is difficult to plant.

Wang Yang raised his head and said, "old monk, are you kidding? Besides, the emperor has no other expression?

For example, just give some spiritual liquid of faith first? "

If there is not enough spiritual liquid, it is impossible to plant flat peach successfully. Even, it is very likely that the peach will die.

What's more, as long as you give yourself spiritual liquid, your strength should be greatly improved.

Suddenly, Wang Yang was full of hope, looking at the old monk, hoping that he could suddenly tell himself that the emperor had orders, and that he had forgotten.

Obviously, the abacus in Wang Yang's heart did not start.

The old monk said, "I'm sorry, but the old monk didn't shake his head."

What does the old monk mean

On the way back, Luo Jian was puzzled and asked.

Wang Yang slightly pondered and said, "this is a deal. Before, in the main hall, the emperor's blessing was good."

"Is that really flat peach?"

"Very likely."

Wang Yang nodded and said, "the secret realm is boundless. In the myths and legends, the heaven court and other things may not exist, but there are not a few of them.

For example, lobster. "

Luo Jian suddenly appears.

The name of flat peach doesn't have to be a thing in heaven. Maybe it's some kind of supernatural thing. It's just that it's got by the emperor, hoping Wang Yang can succeed in planting it.

"But how can we plant it?"

It's hard for the emperor to plant, and Luo Jian can't imagine how his two brothers can succeed in planting?

"You forget, our special culture medium?"

"Oh."

Luo Jian said that he understood.

On the bus, quiet again.

However, after a while, Luo Jian was curious again and said, "brother, how is your strength now?"

"Physical strength, nearly a kilogram."

"A thousand catties?"

Luo Jian was shocked and said, "brother, do you mean that your strength has reached the limit of Ming strength?"

Wang Yang shook his head and said, "Mingjin, there is no limit. It's just that ordinary people are hard to break through.

As a matter of fact, my strength has already reached more than 800 Jin. Otherwise, I would not have been fighting with Da Xiong for such a long time.

This breakthrough, the promotion of strength, is very little.

Before, I have got another kind of information from inheritance.

The cultivation of martial arts is a kind of cultivation of the body.

The so-called Mingjin is just the cultivation of physical strength.

It's just that the human body is not only skin but also bone.

Once the muscle strength is too large, it will cross the whole body bone.

So next, if I want to improve my strength again, I must enhance the strength of my bones. "

Wang Yang stopped for a moment and said, "in my inheritance, this stage of cultivation is called bone refining."

"Bone refining?"

Luo Jian stops and stares at Wang Yang.

He also walked on the road of martial arts. Of course, he knew that there was no so-called bone refining in the realm of martial arts. Generally speaking, the peak of Ming strength is the strength of a thousand catties.

After that, if you want to improve your strength, you must break through and enter the dark force.

What is dark strength.

In his understanding, in fact, it is the so-called internal force in martial arts novels.

But now Wang Yang tells him that there is still a bone refining process in his inheritance.

How could that be possible?

Wang Yang nodded and said, "the so-called dark strength, in fact, is a process of Refining Essence and transforming Qi.

The so-called essence refers to the body's blood and Qi, and dark strength is to refine the body's Qi and blood into an energy.

However, if you can improve your qi and blood limit before refining and transforming Qi, then when you really break through the dark strength, the benefits are huge.

The so-called fight over the steps is just between raising your hands. "

"Brother, do you mean that I have to go through this bone refining process?"