Daqin: the List of Gods is Now in the World, and I Can't Help Being Exposed.

"Crack!"

The blue bricks on the ground turned into smashes in an instant.

"Great!"

Wang Xuan was taken aback by the effect in front of him.

I didn't expect that such a little qi could cause such a result.

Wang Xuan tried to channel his true energy into the palm of his hand again, only to see a layer of pale golden brilliance lingering on the palm.

It's just that the brilliance is very shallow, if you don't observe carefully, you can't find it at all.

This was because Wang Xuan's true energy was still relatively thin.

Wang Xuan couldn't help but think of the cloud of black energy lingering in Pumpkin's hand before.

"It seems that Pumpkin is also a master of both internal and external cultivation."

Thinking about it this way, the glimmer of joy that Wang Xuan originally had because of both internal and external cultivation was also diluted.

"It seems that it is not too difficult to cultivate both internally and externally. Even a servant like a pumpkin can do it."

But what he didn't know was that Pumpkin was originally a rare talent in martial arts, otherwise he would not have been taken in by his grandfather Wang Jian and became the steward of the family at such a young age.

One level of true qi should be equivalent to the first rank among warriors, that is to say, whether it is to improve the physique to the strength of a horse, or to reach the first level of true energy, it can be regarded as stepping into the ranks of first rank warriors.

It's just that warriors who cultivate both internally and externally are stronger than those who only cultivate one kind.

He finally figured out the relationship.

No one told him, so he could only figure it out by himself.

"It seems that we need to learn more about this with Pumpkin."

Wang Xuan thought in his heart.

But the only worry is that the amount of rage I get each time is limited, if I use it to increase my true energy, I won't be able to improve my physique.

If both want to improve, the speed of upgrading will undoubtedly be much slower.

Even though the systematic Emperor Xuan had such troubles, it was even more difficult for other warriors who relied on accumulating to improve their realm.

The progress of both internal and external cultivation is slow, so often warriors will have a focus, one is the main one, and the other is the auxiliary one.

The first level of true qi is equivalent to the first rank of internal strength, and the power of four horses is equivalent to the fourth rank of external strength. If these two are superimposed, can they be compared to the fifth rank warrior who only cultivates external strength? "

Wang Xuan had some expectations in his heart.

But even if he can't match the fifth-rank martial artist, he is definitely a master within the fourth-rank.

"Why don't you go to Furong Garden by yourself to see how the construction progress is going. Without your own guidance, Pumpkin might not be able to handle it, so I will talk to Miss Ziyan by the way, just by the way..."

Wang Xuan emphasized in his heart.

On the roof, Wang Ben was very satisfied with Wang Xuan and was going to go back and tell Pan Yang the news.

But soon seeing Wang Xuan tiptoely leaving the courtyard and heading towards the Furong Garden, anger appeared in his eyes.

"Anger +300."

"This rebellious son, wasting such a good talent, he ran to the brothel just after practicing for a while, it seems that he needs to be given some stimulation."

Wang Ben's body instantly disappeared on the roof.

As for Wang Xuan, who was heading towards the Furong Garden, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

Ahead, a familiar figure blocked his way.

The other party was wearing a mask, and was Wang Xuan's old friend.

"Kidnapper! It's you again!"

Wang Xuan suddenly panicked.

He knew the strength of this kidnapper, it was terrifying, and last time he escaped by relying on a strange illusion.

This time the other party probably won't be fooled.

"Brother, I think there is some misunderstanding between us."

Wang Xuan's eyes rolled around, thinking of ways to get out.

However, the other party seemed to have figured out his temper a long time ago. With one step, his body turned into an afterimage and charged forward.

"Damn it! I thought I was easy to bully."

Wang Xuan was also angry, and he raised his fist to meet him.

This punch used the trace of true energy in his body, and a faint golden glow covered the surface of the fist.

There was a sonic boom in the air, grinning, quite powerful.

A bit of surprise appeared in the masked man's eyes. In just a few days, his son had broken through to the fourth rank, which was not easy.

But even the fourth rank is still too weak in front of Wang Ben.

Then there was a bang, Wang Xuan seemed to be hit by a galloping horse, and the soles of his feet rubbed against the ground and slid back more than a foot.

Qi and blood in the body are shaking.

"You are sick! You can't catch a sheep even if you squeeze the wool! I provoked you and tried to kidnap me again and again. I wish you a son with no ass hole."

Wang Xuan shook his sore arm, and rushed forward on his own initiative.

Since you can't escape, then go all out.

The masked man shot again, and his palm fell from top to bottom.

At this moment, an invisible momentum condensed in his hands.

But Wang Xuan, who had just rushed to the front, suddenly felt like a mountain was pressing on him, unable to advance an inch.

"Kneel down, and I'll let you go."

The masked man said in a cold voice.

"If you want me to kneel, there is no way! I will kneel down and kneel down to my parents, I will never bow down to you bastard!"

Wang Xuan roared angrily, his eyes turned red, and his expression became ferocious.

His veins bulged and his blood vessels became thick.

Holding on hard, clenching his teeth.

"Compared with me, your strength is vastly different. I killed you in a flash. Are you sure you don't want to kneel?"

"I will never bow my head even if I die. A man's bones can be broken, but he must never be bent."

The pressure instantly increased again, causing Wang Xuan's body to tremble uncontrollably.

The blue bricks under his feet had been completely shattered, and his bones made a creaking sound, as if they could not bear the pressure and break at any time.

His eyes were full of hatred, anger, murderous intent, coldness, perseverance, and pride, but there was no fear or fear, no bowing his head and begging for mercy.

The splendor in the eyes of the masked man became more and more intense.

"Are you really not afraid of death?"

Wang Xuan said in a loud voice: "My Wang family has a strong family, how can I embarrass my father, if life needs to be obtained by bowing my head, then I would rather die..."

Chapter 37 Nine Luminaries Flowing Light Sword

Wang Xuan's last words were almost roared out.

The moment he roared out, the true energy in his body surged rapidly.

He broke free from the mountain-like aura that was originally pressing down on him.

"good."

There was surprise in the eyes of the masked man.

Under such strong pressure, there were signs of a breakthrough in his strength.

My son is really talented.

However, the gap between the two sides was too great, even if Wang Xuan wanted to make a breakthrough, but under such pressure, he couldn't move at all.

"Come on! Kill me, if you don't kill me, you're a bastard!"

Wang Xuan roared angrily, his hair fluttering like a madman.

At this moment, the masked man hesitated.

For Wang Ben's realm, such pressure has reached its limit.

If he puts more pressure on himself, it is likely to damage his foundation.

But if you don't do anything, will you show your flaws?

"When you left, you clearly told Pan Yang to show up in time, why didn't you come?"

The masked man was in a tangled heart.

This drama has been done a bit today, and there is no way to end it.

"Who dares to hurt my son!"

A figure quickly appeared in the distance, and the bright sword light was like a shooting star in the dark night, directly illuminating the darkness in the alley.

The pressure on Wang Xuan's body suddenly disappeared, and then the masked man turned into an afterimage and fled into the distance.

But because the speed was a little slower, a corner of the clothes was cut off.

It was Panyang who appeared.

Holding the long sword in his hand, he was majestic and majestic, and above the light of the sword, there was a ball of white light that illuminated the sky and the earth, and also blinded Wang Xuan's eyes.

It's too eye-catching, too dazzling, too cool, it's just crazy cool.

Pan Yang was very satisfied with the effect of his appearance. After turning around and picking up the corner of the clothes, he turned his head to look at Wang Xuan, and shook his flowing long hair.

If there are points for pretending to be aggressive, then Pan Yang must be getting full marks at this moment.

"Don't worry, son, with me here, no one can hurt you."