Juvenile Medical God

Seeing the monk is the cultivation of the first layer of the real world of "Wu Xuan". His body is inherently tyrannical to the body of the martial arts martial arts martial artist, and the body of the monk is tempered by poison and becomes a Poisoned, this makes his body become harder, stronger and unmatched.

Moreover, although Qin Lang makes the monk invisible to use the inner strength, but when Qin Lang’s fist hits the body, naturally there will be a real gas shock. The power of the earthquake is equivalent to Qin Lang’s punch. Therefore, Qin Lang will feel the pain in his fist.

"The master is no stranger, the old servant has tried not to use the infuriating!" Seeing the monk seeing Qin Lang snorted, worried that Qin Lang will get angry, and quickly explained.

"Reassured, I will not blame you. This is very good!" Qin Lang haha ​​smiled, reluctantly attacked the past monk again, because Qin Lang found that hitting the monk's body, it seems that it is more useful not to hit the iron pile!

This is because the physical rigidity of the monk is no less than that of the iron pile, but the iron pile does not emit a true gas shock, but the body of the monk can release the infuriating Qin Lang's fist. And under the restraint of monks, these infuriating earthquakes have brought pain to Qin Lang, but they have not exceeded the tolerance of Qin Lang's skeletons. Instead, they can further confuse the impurities in the bones.

This discovery made Qin Lang feel happy, he knows that if he continues to play with the monk, he will greatly shorten the time of forging the bones!

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

Qin Lang’s fists constantly collide with the monk’s fists and bodies. Although Qin Lang’s moves are more jingle, the Buddhist monk’s moves are not bad, and the monk’s combat experience is more abundant, so the two sides’ fights In the process, Qin Lang will also be recruited, but he did not say anything, hard to squat down, until after the bruises, Qin Lang once again jumped into the Shura bone soup, using the spirit of the soup to restore the body.

After soaking for more than half an hour in the soup, I saw that the wound on Qin Lang recovered quickly. I saw the monk could not help but sigh "Miao Wei!", then the two sides once again played against each other!

Qin Lang once again bruises!

Because no matter how much the Qin Lang's moves are, he can't hurt the monk. Even if he is a monk, he is still hurting himself.

Injury, recovery, re-injury, recovery...

Although Qin Lang has suffered a lot of pains, the progress of forging bones is very rapid. This aspect is due to the role of Shuluo bone soup, and the other reason is because of the appearance of monks.

How many people can ask a master of Wu Xuan level to give himself a "human flesh sandbag" practice?

Even if such a person has it, it must be few and far between.

Because of the people at the level of Wu Xuan, which one is not a person who is arrogant and arrogant, how can such a person be willing to be a sandbag for a person of the martial arts level? And it is still like this without a complaint as a human sandbag.

Every time Qin Lang hits a monk, or is seen as a monk, there will be a little turbulence. Although it is only a little instinct, for Qin Lang, it is like a sledgehammer in forging. His own bones, and the strength of this sledgehammer is very moderate, which will not damage the bones, but also forge the impurities in the bones.

Qin Lang and the like monk played against each other, not only the bones of the fists were forged, but even the bones of the whole body were forged all over again. This is the effect of seeing the monk hitting the body of Qin Lang from time to time.

The afternoon time soon passed.

When Qin Lang once again jumped out of Shura's bone soup, he felt that his bones were stronger and solider. He also wanted to test the results of his hard work, so he came to the front of an iron pile and put up the posture of the Fulong pile. Then slammed a punch at the iron pile -

boom!

Qin Lang’s fist slammed on the iron pile, and a thunderous sound broke out. There was a sharp trembling inside the iron pile. When Qin Lang’s fist was recovered, a shallow dent was visible on the iron pile. .

Qin Lang was very satisfied with his fist. He wanted to see the monk and said: "Yes! Thank you for giving me a sparring."

Seeing the monk did not seem to hear Qin Lang’s words, and muttered in his mouth: “Fu Long pile... The master’s pile method, is it the Folong’s Fulong pile?”

"Oh... yes, it’s a Fulong pile. You are not a Buddha. Do you not have a Fulong pile?" Qin Lang asked, and his face was puzzled.

"It’s really a Fulong pile!" Seeing the monk as envious of the airway, "This is the pile method that the Buddha of Buddhism can cultivate. Is it the Buddha's Buddha?"

"Don't guess my identity." Qin Lang said to the monk, "It's just a pile method. Although it is somewhat mysterious, it is only slightly stronger than other piles."

Seeing the monk really no longer considers the identity of Qin Lang, and then said: "The master does not know, Fu Long is definitely the most mysterious top-level practice of the Buddha! In fact, many sects have a consensus, that is, the high-rise building And the building has to be built high, the most important thing is that the pile is playing hard."

"Yes, this is a lot of people know." Qin Lang nodded.

“A lot of people know, but they don’t necessarily understand it.”

Seeing the monk shaking his head and saying, "Only when the cultivation is at a certain level, will you realize the profound meaning of this simple truth. Master, you are still young, naturally it is difficult to understand this, but the old servant once listened. Many martial artists have reached the peak of the realm of the martial arts. When they can't step into the martial arts level, they often feel a sigh. 'If you were willing to live with the xing son for three years, you would not be able to step into it for 30 years. Wu Xuan level. Like Xiwu and the building, the foundation of the building seems to be simple. It cannot be just a few piles. It is these piles, but it can determine how tall a building can be built and how many years it can stand."

Seeing like a monk seems to have a feeling, obviously he also had a similar feeling.

Similarly, Qin Lang once heard the old poisons, but he never thought about it. He even thought that the old poisonous words were overstated. He thought that this Fulong pile was just a pile method. But now I hear that the monk is so emotional, Qin Lang can not help but feel some feelings.

Building a building requires a good foundation. Xiwu also needs to lay a good foundation. Life needs to lay a good foundation. At this time, Qin Lang suddenly remembered the sighs of many middle-aged and elderly people when they were in a bad situation. They often "when they were willing to read a few years in the past", "when they were more than two years with Master," ..." Many emotions are often related to the foundation.

When a person learns the basics, he always feels too simple and too easy, so he is disdainful. When he is frustrated and learned in the future, he will suddenly wake up and suddenly understand what was considered simple and easy by himself. It turned out to be something that can affect and change a lifetime.

As Qin Lang is now, he can't see the true mystery of the Fulong pile, but the deeper the effort, the more he feels that the Fulong pile is really good, but the old poison and the monk like it think that this Fulong pile is able to Qin Lang laid things for extraordinary achievements.

"Seeing a monk, I can understand the meaning of your words." Qin Lang said in a serious tone, "Just, you are a Buddha, you know or heard, what is the difference between this Fulong pile? Place?"

When the monk was silent, he said in a sly tone: "The rumored person who has cultivated the Fulong pile, after the kung fu has reached a certain level, the power of the beautiful dragon can erupt in the body and become the power of the Buddha. Dragon!"