Lord of the Great Tribulation

Chapter 312 Meridians
What should I do if I go crazy?
Waiting online, very anxious.

At any rate, he is also the supreme martial artist of a generation. Fang Xian didn't wait to die like Luo Yi, but quickly thought of a solution.

"Actually, when one's true qi is insane, the most important thing is not to be in a hurry to set things right, otherwise, the more anxious you are, the easier it is to go astray, and you will die without life..."

"Luo Yi was dead just now, but he was just in a state of coping, letting himself go... It's just that outsiders can't learn it... Until now, the zhenqi of the rampage has barely returned to normal, but the meridians are in a mess, and the limbs are paralyzed..."

"The 'meridians' of this world are actually a kind of extraordinary network created in the body by using true qi...so it is not to open up a few meridians, but to 'make' a few meridians...to 'make' one Serious, it is regarded as an introduction to martial arts, there are twelve levels, corresponding to the twelve serious! After breaking through, you will be a warrior! A warrior cultivates the eight extraordinary meridians, there are eight levels! Innate martial artist!"

Twelfth-level martial artist, eighth-level warrior, innate martial artist!This is the extraordinary way to advance in this world!

"In this world, except for babies, the vast majority of people are martial students, but martial artists are rare, and congenital martial artists are even rarer, which means they have the qualifications to teach and teach others!"

"Luo Yi has already successfully forged the Twelve Classics. He is a perfect martial arts student. He is very hopeful to be admitted to a first-class martial arts university. He is a top student in Tianhua High School...but he is eager to break through the martial arts, and takes the risk to create the "Eight Meridians of the Extraordinary Meridians." Something went wrong during the Yangqiaomai, not only was he finished, but the original Twelve Classics were also a mess... It’s just a joke to reorganize.”

"For the current plan, this superficial internal force and meridian can't be taken away!"

Looking inside the meridians in a mess, Fang Xian quickly made a decision.

For different exercises, the cast of the Twelve Classics is also different.

Some exercises lay the most emphasis on the foundation, and the meridians built are the Great Dao, while Luo Yi practiced the basic internal energy in school, the meridians created are thin and weak, and the internal force is the difference between a dirt road in the country and a highway.

"Actually...if Luo Yi can practice superior internal strength and build up a tough enough twelve disciplines, even if he goes mad this time, he won't be so miserable!"

"Instead of sorting things out slowly, it's better to start over!"

If it were someone else, they would need the help of a master to disperse the kung fu, and the skill of the person doing it must be high enough, and the operation must be careful enough, so that only the meridians of the kung fu will be abolished, and the body will not be injured.

But Fang Xian doesn't need others to help him cancel his kung fu, he can do it himself!

Because in addition to that superficial internal force, he also has alchemy and tribulation power!
Coupled with the vision and knowledge of a generation of martial arts supreme, it can easily abolish the power without harming the body.

With a thought, the tribulation power of the fourth-level alchemist surged towards the network of the 'Twelve Serious Classics' in Luo Yi's body.

This network was already riddled with holes, but when it was hit by a fierce force of calamity, it immediately exploded.

puff!
Fang Xian opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The bruised blood was purple and black, with plaques, and gave off a foul smell.

After vomiting, the numbness in his limbs disappeared immediately. He stood up and shook his thighs and arms, feeling refreshed, and there was no hidden danger of becoming obsessed.

"After all, the meridians and internal energy are gone, so why go crazy?"

"The martial arts in this world are much better than that in the ancient martial arts world... Forge a set of extraordinary meridians and eight meridians by yourself... so that you can transcend the limits of the human body and embark on an extraordinary path?"

"My body is so miserable now. I have become an ordinary person from the twelfth level of Wusheng Dzogchen... I have been abolished in martial arts. In society, this is no less than a life-and-death enmity. And... Luo Yi The college entrance examination is coming to an end..."

Of course, even though his martial arts were gone, Fang Xian was still a fourth-level alchemist.

The power of self-protection has never been lacking, and it has even become stronger.

He came to the side of the lake and looked at the reflection inside.

An ordinary-looking sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, wearing white short-sleeved jeans and jeans, is very clean and fresh, with a youthful vigor.

It was still early morning.

When Fang Xian walked out of the secluded forest, he saw old men and old ladies scattered out for morning exercises.

An old man wearing a clean white exercise suit breathed two streams of white air like a spirit snake, hesitating in his nose, obviously he has a powerful inner strength.

Next to her, an aunt who seemed to be dancing in the square jumped onto a tall tree branch with a kite, running and flashing on it, as if walking on flat ground, and her lightness skills were extremely good.

What's more, it is the parents who bring the children to start practicing basic skills such as horse riding and boxing.

"Listen carefully, if a young man doesn't practice boxing, he will become a coward! Without a strong enough body and deep enough Qi, how can he drive a mecha? In the future, your classmates will become high-altitude, flying in the sky and the earth, traveling in the universe Mecha Masters, you can only eat dirt on the ground! I don’t know how much you will regret it then!”

"Sweat more now, bleed less in the future, punch me a hundred times!"

A man with the appearance of a fitness trainer, with a ruddy complexion, shouted in a calm voice.

"Yes!"

A group of elementary school students answered loudly, and they were quite organized while walking.

Fang Xian could tell that they had all cultivated at least one meridian and were at the beginning of martial arts.

'It's like...an ordinary Jianghu person from the ancient martial arts world, maybe he will be put down by the elementary school students, and I don't know if he should commit suicide in shame? '

He clasped his hands behind his back, shook his head, and walked out of the park.

"Sell buns! Freshly made buns!"

"Seed cakes, deep-fried dough sticks, soy milk..."

At the entrance of the park, there are many breakfast shops with all kinds of meals.

According to the memory of the original owner, Fang Xian walked to a dim sum shop that obviously had more customers than other stalls, and waited patiently in line.

After entering the store, you can see a mountain of tall steamers, but there are no stoves, gas or other cooking utensils below.

An old man with white hair and beard, wearing a white exercise uniform, raised his hands horizontally, and suddenly took a deep breath.

boom!
A heat wave erupted from the dim sum steamer.

"Mr. Qin's 'Three Yang Qigong' is really getting more and more profound..." The onlookers couldn't help but stick out their thumbs: "This hand of Qigong, Laoyang, Zhongyang, and Shaoyang are very popular. The dim sum is steamed to lock in the essence and aroma, which makes people never get tired of eating it.”

"Haha, thank you for your love."

Mr. Qin bowed his hands around and went to the back kitchen to rest. A waiter came out to sell steamed snacks.

"Give me a siu mai! Take it away!"

When it was Fang Xian's turn, he used the communication bracelet on his wrist to swipe on the counter, and he heard the sound of Didi deducting the money.

He picked up the siu mai, took a bite, and immediately felt a familiar and unfamiliar fresh fragrance gushing out, filling his mouth, as if his body had an automatic memory, his taste buds could not wait to secrete saliva, and he started to gobble it up.

After eating, Fang Xian walked to the door of Luo Yi's house.

A middle-aged man who was neither tall nor fat, nor short nor thin was taking out the trash. Seeing Fang Xian, he couldn't help but cursed with a smile: "Little bastard, eat outside again!"

Fang Xian recognized that this was Luo Yi's father, named Luo Cheng.

He looked at the middle-aged man and really wanted to ask, are you sure our names are not opposite?

"What are you looking at?" Luo Cheng saw Fang Xian's strange eyes, and asked again.

"Nothing!"

Fang Xian rolled his eyes, can I say that I have a hole in my heart, don't know how to vomit?

(End of this chapter)