Emperor Yan of Douluo Continent

Chapter 217 Tai Chi
Tang San is not as good as Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu in terms of spirit power level, even if Tang San has the heart method of Xuantian Kungfu, he can't compare with Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu, even Dai Mubai who has reached level 44 can't compare with them compared to.

Zhu Zhuqing's level has reached level 45, Xiao Wu's level has even reached level 42, and they spend most of their time practicing fist strength and Nanquan, but their soul power levels can still increase so quickly, It is enough to prove that in the talent of soul power, they surpass Tang San, and this is the reason why Zhu Zhuqing is stronger than Tang San, and why even Dai Mubai cannot compete against Xiao Wu.

Based on their understanding of the Nanquan, if the power of the Nanquan can be made stronger and superimposed at a higher level, even if it is the most common soul skill of a hundred-year-old soul ring, the power of superimposing the Nanquan and fist strength can reach the level of the soul. Wang's ten thousand year soul skill.

As for the understanding of different fires, Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu even left him far behind.

The air in the morning is very clear, but in Blazing Academy, the air in the morning is scorching hot. Although it didn't cause much discomfort to Tang Ling, to Ziyou, the absence of the two strange fires on his head would be a problem. It's hard.

Ziyou lay on Tang Ling's body, her two furry cat claws were grabbing the clothes on Tang Ling's chest, her two small eyes were full of unhappiness staring at the sleeping Tang Ling.

As the Lysis Pill was gradually refined by Ziyou, the body seemed to become a little lighter, and the purple hair on his body became smoother, as if touching a ball of cotton.

Tang Ling's perception was much stronger than that of ordinary soul masters. Being stared at by Ziyou made Tang Ling feel very uncomfortable. He opened his hazy eyes and looked down to see Ziyou's unhappy gaze. Pinching the back of Ziyou's neck, he directly led Ziyou up and placed it in front of him.

Tang Ling, who had the spirit of getting up, was extremely upset now.

Staring at Ziyou deeply for a long time, he directly threw Ziyou on the sofa in the distance, raised his left hand, a ball of dark white flames formed in his hand, and threw it towards Ziyou who was still in the air.

Ziyou's hair stood on end, and the white flames circled Ziyou's body with a fist, shrinking into a ball of flames the size of a little finger and standing on Ziyou's head. It directly made Ziyou shiver, and bared her teeth cutely at Tang Ling.

The coldness faded away quickly, and the heat in the air receded and became a bit cooler, making Ziyou narrow her eyes comfortably, and curled up on the sofa to continue refining the blood-dissolving pill.

The half-moon heart imprint between the eyebrows floated out streams, flowing along Ziyou's whole body, and finally gathered in Ziyou's eyes.

With the passage of time, the crescent-shaped imprint between Ziyou's eyebrows became a little weaker. In three days, the trickle floating on the crescent-shaped imprint might be completely consumed.

Tang Ling opened his eyes, his brows were slightly raised, and his long black hair was scattered on the bed. Last night's weird dream made Tang Ling feel a little overwhelmed.

In the dream, he experienced some very bad memories. In the dream, both his parents died and he was adopted by an old man whose name was...

Tang Jingzhi...

In the dream, he was very special. Anyone who was involved with him would be implicated by the cause and effect of him, and it was because of this that Tang Jingzhi died at the age of 74...

I don't know why, when I think of Tang Jingzhi's name, that kind smile will appear in my mind...

Tang Ling's hand subconsciously pressed on his left chest, feeling an inexplicable pain in his heart, as if he had lost something very important...

"What's going on... Isn't that a dream..." Tang Ling's pupils shrank slightly, why was that dream so real...

It was so real that it seemed to have happened to me. Tang Ling's heart felt as if it was cut by sharp knives when he thought of Tang Jingzhi's lifeless face. Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu were exactly the same when they were killed...

The hand covering his chest subconsciously exerted force, and the white clothes were torn directly, and five fingers sank into the flesh. The slight pain woke up Tang Ling's painful eyes. He sat up directly from the bed, and loosened his hands covering his chest. Open, looking at his hand in astonishment.

The long black hair was disheveled behind him, and his chest heaved violently, expressing the emotional instability of the master.

Whoa!

The curtains were pulled aside by Tang Ling, and the non-glare orange sunlight shone into the dark room from the window. Tang Ling narrowed his eyes a little uncomfortable.

A gust of hot wind blew into the room from the window, Tang Ling subconsciously cast his gaze out of the window, and a fiery red figure came into Tang Ling's eyes.

The short fiery red hair is like a red flame, and the short skirt is swaying in the breeze.

fire dance...

Tang Ling stared at the beautiful figure, then turned and walked to the bathroom. After more than ten minutes of washing and changing into a comfortable black outfit, he opened the door and walked out.

"If you want to practice Tai Chi, you must understand the specialness of Tai Chi. Watch me practice it first, and then tell me what you see as special." The house Tang Ling lived in had a large open space that could be used Come and teach Huowu Tai Chi.

Tang Ling's eyes were closed, and when he opened them again, the breath on his body became very calm, his legs were shoulder-width apart, and his hands were palmed outwards, posing in a standard Tai Chi pose.

The speed of Tang Ling's Tai Chi was deliberately slowed down, so that Huo Wu could see his Tai Chi movements clearly. Huo Wu also watched it very seriously, but he was a little dazed.

Huo Wu only felt that every movement made by Tang Ling's palms, every step was pulled by an inexplicable force very coherently, and there seemed to be a faint circular pattern of one black and one white rotating under her body.

Gathering his momentum, he let out a breath slowly, turned his head and saw Huo Wu's somewhat confused eyes and asked, "What did you see?"

Huo Wu blinked her eyes, hesitated to speak, but finally shook her head.

"Just tell me what you see." Tang Ling said, looking directly into Huo Wu's eyes.

"I can't see anything, but I seem to feel that every move you make is very coherent. Once you attack you, the force on you will not be released, and you will hurt yourself ..." Huo Wu hesitated to say what she felt and saw: "But I feel that these moves are too weak, like some useless postures, if used in actual combat, especially those who use Is a soul master with soul skills really useful?"

Tang Ling's expression didn't change at all, his legs were shoulder-width apart, and his hands were once again in the posture of performing Tai Chi, but this time was very different from the last Tai Chi.

(End of this chapter)