Mu Fan sat cross-legged in front of the stone tablet, and gradually he forgot about the surroundings. When he was very young, he found that when he was meditating, a brand new area would appear, where a figure would repeat everything he had learned over and over again, while he himself was meditating with one mind and two things.

Today is still the same, but when he came here again, he found that everything had changed. The plain that was originally close to him turned into a vast ocean, and he was in the ocean, with dragon roars resounding over his head, familiar and strange.

"Boy, you finally feel me!" The dragon above your head swooped down, then turned into a young man and appeared in front of Mu Fan. The young man exuded a strong aura.

"You know me?" Mu Fan asked in confusion. Although this person was unfamiliar, Mu Fan did not want to hide.

"Good boy, you have been using the villain for four years. I still ask me if I know you." The young man said angrily, putting his hands on his hips and raising his head, no longer paying attention to Mu Fan. The young man in front of him who was carefully examined should be about ten years older than his, but he actually gave him a sense of return to nature.

"Well, I will tell you once, boy, I am the ancestor dragon, you can call me Brother Long." I didn't expect that the young man in front of me would be so fashionable, "Brother Long, I chose you as my successor, how about it!"

After hearing this, Mu Fan nodded, "Brother Long, did you help me resist the fourth thunder today?" Mu Fan spoke and said, "Brother Long, no one has ever heard of the Ancestral Dragon, that is the legendary dragon."

"Hmph, the sky thunder has actually risen and fallen on your head. Who would I help me?" Brother Long squirted fiercely, "Also, Xiaofan, you have to work hard to impose your cultivation now. My fit with you is not complete. If someone wants to take over my abilities, it will be easy to find your current level."

Speaking of the juncture, Mu Fan responded with a serious face to Brother Long, "Brother Long, I only learn basic skills now, and other people's children have long started to get involved in martial arts."

Zulong didn't even think about it, and patted Mu Fan's head with one hand, "The road to martial arts is taboo and eagerness. What's wrong with learning basic skills? Those so-called martial arts are just a combination of fist, palm, and limbs. You should practice the basic skills well." After saying that, Zulong took a step forward and merged with Mu Fan. In an instant, the vast ocean was dyed golden, and twelve seals inlaid with dragon patterns appeared in the sky.

Mu Fan didn't think much, and continued to meditate cross-legged, and the villain appeared again.

In this way, Mu Fan practiced basic skills during the day, meditated at night, and practiced tirelessly until one day a month later.

On this day, my father came to the back mountain much later than before. Mu Fan was practicing there alone against the stone tablet. "Fan'er, I will teach you a few simple martial arts tricks from now on." Unexpectedly, my father came prepared today.

The surroundings calmed down, and the heartbeats of his father and Mu Fan were one after another. His father stole a standard horse stance, took a deep breath, stayed in his lungs for a moment, and then exhaled slowly. When he exhaled, his feet exerted a slight force, the leaves of the branches shook off, and his father's ears trembled, then left the ground and turned into a stream of light.

Mu Fan focused on his attention and stared at every move his father made. He found that after his father left the ground, he did not put his feet down at the same time. When his feet were light, his toes accurately touched the shaking pieces.

On the leaves, it is as gentle as a dragon.

After a few seconds, my father returned to the ground and there was no leaf in the sky. "Fan'er, tell me how many leaves I stepped on."

"Seventy-eight pieces!"

My father closed his eyes tightly and his energy sinks into his dantian. He repeated the movement just now and showed it again in the air. This time, Mu Fan's attention was highly concentrated, but there were still only seventy-eight leaves and trees that were given back to him.

"Remember every move I do until I count the real number of leaves." My father stepped on the dragon step and left the back mountain. He watched his father's back gradually fade away. Mu Fan began to draw the gourd, inhale, exhale, and move his feet. It was strange that there were only seventy-eight leaves falling from the branches every time.

This state lasted for a week, and no father appeared in the back mountain this week. Mu Fan practiced over and over again and basically mastered some tricks of the dragon step, but the number of leaves was still only seventy-eight.

"Xiaofan, the Dragon Step is basically introductory, but do you know why you still can't find the exact number of leaves in your father's mouth?" Brother Long's voice recalled in Mu Fan's mind. Only then did Mu Fan remember the dragon that still lived in his body and focused.

"Don't come in first, I'll ask you a question and just answer me verbally."

"What do we use to see thousands of things?"

"Eye"

"Yes, generally speaking, our first intuition to see things is to rely on our eyes. What if something is invisible, still use it?"

Brother Long's words woke Mu Fan up. Mu Fan widened his eyes. It turned out that this is what he lacked for so many days. "You'd better not be anxious. I'll ask you again. Mu Hao, that is, your father. What did you feel when he used the dragon step? Remember not to answer me with direct words from your eyes."

Mu Fan calmed down and carefully recalled the entire process of his father's use of the dragon step. It was very quiet at that time, and the quiet breathing echoed in his ears, "Breath is breath!" Brother Long's mouth slightly raised, and did not interrupt Mu Fan's words.

"When my father used the dragon step, he bent his legs and inhale, stretched his legs and exhale." When Mu Fan came back to his senses and waited for Brother Long to respond, his mind was silent. Mu Fan sat cross-legged again, put one hand in front of his chest and the other hand covering his belly button. Now what he wanted to do was to synchronize his heartbeat and breathing.

My father had a steady breath before performing the Dragon Step, and this breath was the essence of the Dragon Step. The Dragon Breath imitated the dragon's breath, swallowing clouds and spitting mist, and the power of heaven and earth is controlled in the palm of the palm.

Looking back at time, the dragon pattern ring on the finger bone of Mu Fan's index finger slowly emerged, and a faint silver light spread around. At this moment, Mu Fan seemed to have become the master of heaven and earth, and was looking at it from the perspective of the dominant.

It took him three days to find the first missing leaf;

Five days passed, and he realized the second leaf;

No, there should be one more, but no matter how much effort Mu Fan spent, he still couldn't find the leaf. Another month has passed, and the leaves seem to be frozen, without any change.

"Why, it's stuck, judging by your appearance?"

When the mountains and rivers are over, Brother Long can always help him, "Think about the two newly found leaves, but the same thing, don't look at them with your eyes. Some things cannot be seen with your eyes. I can't teach you this ability.

Try to understand.”

Mu Fan seemed to have grasped something, and the Qi Wu in his dantian kept surging. As time went by, Qi Wu gradually felt physical, "Oh, it's not bad. He only reached the Qi Wu realm two months ago, and now he has advanced to refining Qi into a spirit. It's OK, it's worthy of being my successor." The Zulong turned into a young man and appeared directly beside Mu Fan. This time it was no longer a meeting in the spiritual Xuan Realm. When the Zulong appeared, the dragon pattern ring on Mu Fan's index finger emitted a slight buzzing sound, which resonated.

The dantian was low, and the rolling aura was turbulent, "Since it has reached this point, then grasp it well. Maybe you can condense the martial spirit and you can feel the leaf that has been confused for a long time."

The process of refining Qi into Soul is very simple, it is just to embody his own qi and martial arts. It is said that all martial arts practitioners have their own martial spirits as soon as they get pregnant. Of course, this thing cannot be awakened casually. After all, the warriors who condensed martial spirits in the mountains and sea realms account for half of all the martial arts.

Put your hands on your knees and breathing in. After two months of practice, the dragon breath has slowly become Mu Fan's usual way of breathing. The dragon pattern extends from the dragon pattern ring on Mu Fan's index finger, and spreads to all parts of his body at a speed visible to his naked eyes. The most obvious one is a little golden light at the center of Mu Fan's eyebrows.

The light spots emitted from the golden light waves are exactly in line with the dragon pattern. "Xiao Fan divides the physical Qiwu in the Dantian into two poles, so that they can rotate in different directions."

There is such a way to refine Qi into Soul. There seems to be no such record in all the classics that Mu Fan has read. Even so, Mu Fan still divided the Qi and Wu in the Dantian into two parts, one on the left and one on the right. The turbines formed at the two places repel each other, but they are born from the same origin and blend with each other, and yin and yang complement each other.

Beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down Mu Fan's cheeks. The entire process of refining Qi into a soul lasted for three hours. The Qi Wu in the surrounding air became more and more powerful. A barrier naturally formed between heaven and earth, trapping the leaked Qi Wu prisoner and alleviating Mu Fan's consumption.

Unexpectedly, this kid could withstand so long. A small sword of floating life formed in the palm of Zulong. The sword flew out with a whoosh and sank into the golden light between Mu Fan's eyebrows.

The two qi martials in the dantian complement each other, and a dragon-shaped appearance gradually condensed. The dragon scales collapsed one by one, and a pure white dragon burst out from it. The dragon claws absorbed two qi martials on the left and right. After feeling full, the white dragon rushed out of Mu Fan's dantian, leaving two qi martials in the dantian. Even so, the two qi martials still continuously supply the demand of the white dragon.

"It's so wonderful. I didn't expect that your unique attributes were those two. It seems that you might have realized the last leaf." After saying a few words, Zulong stuck to Mu Fan's body.

The white dragon came directly to Mu Fan's spiritual mysterious realm. Its eyes focused on the twelve dragon-patterned seals in the headspace. Then it closed its eyes and merged into Mu Fan's spiritual mysterious realm, which was more like a compromise.

Mu Fan fell into deep meditation, and he succeeded in refining Qi into Soul. He condensed his martial spirit, which was the white dragon. This white dragon was extremely spiritual. At first, he controlled the Yin and Yang Qi Martial Arts in Mu Fan's Dantian. When he planned to dominate and even occupy Mu Fan's body, it was guided by an invisible traction force. After coming to the spiritual mysterious realm, although twelve dragon pattern seals appeared and disappeared from time to time, the dragon clan could be recognized at only one glance.

(End of this chapter)
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