The Omnipresent Martial Arts Sage

In the hall, Wei He stood up, stretched out his hand as if he was about to grab something, and gently shook it.

But it should have gathered a virtual mist and absorbed the process of transforming tissue into the back of the hand.

Nothing happened at this time.

There is no mist, only pure air...

Wei He sighed softly. After half of his body was completely fleshed and blood, he was already quite close to the master level in realm.

It's a pity... it still couldn't be done completely.

But another good thing is that his own true blood is quite powerful.

Twenty-one years ago, Wei He had naturally grown to a master-level physical fitness. The speed of strength is improved in an all-round way. The three bloodlines once again provided him with three strengthening opportunities.

He all chose defense. Only in this way can the greatest power of the secret technique of Rank 5 Dragon Breath be fully displayed.

By now, his physical strength, whether it is speed, strength, or other qualities, has reached the level of a real real blood master.

But this is the end.

The limit of true blood's natural growth is here.

Next, Wei He needs to rely on his realm to work hard.

Walking out of the hall slowly, Wei He looked up at some bright blue sky and white clouds.

The soft sunlight divides the courtyard of the Taoist temple in two, and there are fine sycamore hairs flying down.

A few white-headed and brown-tailed **** were bouncing on the fence, making a crisp cry.

Wei He took out the token Bai Ling gave him back then, and gently removed the seal on it.

A white light flashed across the surface of the token, and then a crack was slightly cracked.

Wei He didn't move, but just stood there and waited slowly.

About ten minutes later.

Suddenly outside the Taoist Temple, there was a steady knock on the door.

Boom boom boom.

"Enter." Wei He put away the token and looked up at the courtyard gate.

The door was unlocked, and it clicked quickly and was pushed open from the outside.

A tall man dressed in white, with a grim face, walked in the door slowly.

When the man raised his head, he revealed the face of the White Antelope Demon King that Wei He had seen in Linzhou a hundred years ago.

The two were a few meters away, and Bai Ling stood still.

His face was deeply tired, doubtful, unwilling, and other complex emotions.

It seems that he has suffered a lot over the years. There are also some faint wrinkles on his face.

"The Demon King will be the youngest?" Wei He whispered.

"Of course, but I caused it for other reasons." Bai Ling explained briefly.

He looked up at Wei He fixedly.

"Can you sit down and talk?"

"Of course." Wei He nodded.

After a while.

Inside the Taoist temple, one person and one demon sat opposite each other, and a pot of **** tea in a stoneware pot was placed on the middle stone table.

Bai Ling sat in the position, watching the warm tea lingering upwards.

"I thought you would show up in a few years. So I went to the imperial tomb before."

"Let's talk, what's the matter?" Wei He glanced at him.

"The virtual fog has disappeared. You should feel it too?" Bai Ling said solemnly.

"What does this have to do with me?" Wei He looked calm.

"I'm here to ask you whether you can make the rest of the energy and turn it into a virtual fog. Can you make such a transformation organization?" Bai Ling's eyes were bright at this time, staring at Wei He earnestly.

"No way." Wei Mergefei did not try.

Solar radiation, wind energy, some chemical energy, etc. cannot transform the virtual fog.

Nor can it be transformed into true qi.

The only thing he can move about freely now is the flesh and blood martial art of half of his body.

The remaining half of the body is the original body that has entered the real blood master level.

Wei He replaced his body step by step with flesh and blood martial arts, all of which were carried out after the flesh and blood cells were strengthened to the corresponding strength.

Using real energy and real blood, Wei He can easily combine spiritual power to sort out all the real levels of the flesh and blood martial arts.

Now half of his flesh and blood body, the strength is not worse than the original body.

Except for some of the original talent abilities that cannot be used with true blood, the rest is no different from before.

Even because of the special evolution of flesh and blood martial arts, Wei He's ability to adapt to his surroundings is even stronger now. Don't worry about not being replenished after consumption.

"The virtual fog is gone, what are your plans next?" Wei He asked aloud.

Bai Ling closed his eyes and was silent.

He didn't open his eyes until Wei He called him several times.

"I imitated your idea and created a high-density special protective layer on the surface of the body, which can insulate the demon power in the body from passing away.

Without supplementation, my demon power will be used a little less. Can only survive. And, I don’t have your method to be perfect... The power goes by a bit fast. "

His current situation is similar to that of Wei He before.

"Where is Huayue?" Wei He asked.

"She is not reconciled. She is still exploring the ruins, trying to find a new way out. In addition, the virtual sea has also disappeared..."

Bai Ling sighed softly.

In the past 100 years, in order to find a way to restore the virtual fog, they have thought of many, many ways.

But unfortunately...

"Where is the spiritual power?" Wei He asked again.

"..." Bai Ling shook his head without making a sound.

Although spiritual power is only an extension of consciousness and is not affected by the outside world, the question of whether spiritual power is talented or not is fixed by each individual from birth.

Moreover, spiritual power does not extend life.

The longevity of spirit clan monsters is also due to the combination of spiritual power and virtual fog to transform themselves.

"By the way, our three major clans in Linzhou are leaving." Bai Ling said softly.

"Where to go?"

"We jointly opened the entrance to the higher realm, which is the Lingering Wind Realm. There is still mist that has not dissipated."

Both fell silent for a moment.

"I'm not going to go in." Bai Ling continued. "That's just lingering, I don't want to just admit defeat and leave here. Hua Yue doesn't want to either."

"Really, then... I look forward to seeing you again soon."

"Thank you."

Bai Ling picked up the teapot, drank it with his head up, and then turned and strode away.

From beginning to end, Wei He didn't mention flesh and blood martial arts.

After all, he and Bai Ling are not the same kind of people, just temporary cooperation.

Moreover, the flesh and blood martial arts is not perfect, and it is extremely dangerous. Even if he and Bai Ling have a good relationship, they won't easily teach it.

Sitting at the table alone, Wei He did not get up for a long time.

He felt that this world was completely fading from the extraordinary step by step.

No matter whether it is true qi or imaginary mist, they are just eliminated items of the changes of the times.

Looking at the teapot on the table, Wei He looked up at the bright sky, but his heart seemed empty.

Finally, after a long time, he stood up.

The flesh and blood on the left half of the body, like running water, melted, covering the whole body, and then reshaping a new face shape.

Soon, just like many years ago, he reappeared in his original appearance when he was still in Tianyinmen.

Except for the pale skin, he was completely ordinary man in his twenties.

Not handsome, nor distinctive, the only thing that can be called a mark is that the temperament is a little bit cold.

In Flesh Martial Arts, even the skin complexion has returned to its normal color.

He intends to go down the mountain to see how the Wei family is now, and see how Xuanmiaozong is doing.

Look at everything in the past, and how much memory remains.

As for cultivation, without the transformation of the mist, he now only needs to practice spiritual power as hard as he can. Spiritual power practice can be anywhere, and there are no other constraints.

At least he won't have any bottlenecks before his whole body becomes 100% flesh and blood.

The reason why he lives deep in the mountains is to facilitate other research and not to be disturbed by others.

Wei He simply packed up his things, took a bag of luggage, looked back at this Taoist temple that had been with him for a hundred years, turned and stepped, walked out of the courtyard, and headed for the mountain.

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Dongzhou Jeonju City.

Zijinhua Children's Dance Training Center.

In front of the large floor-to-ceiling mirror, a slender and delicate woman in black dance clothes and white pantyhose is raising one hand above her head, standing on her toes, her body slightly bent, like a soft meniscus.

Behind her stood more than twenty little girls in black and white dance costumes neatly lined up.

The oldest of them is only eleven years old, and the youngest is only six years old.

"Now, the dance we want to learn is a simplified version of "Black Light." The woman's voice is clear, not too big or too small, just enough to be heard by all children.

The stereo in the corner played soft rhythm music.

"Come with me. Good posture." The woman began to move slowly from side to side.

All the children also started to assume the same posture. It's a bit crooked, but it can be seen that all the children are serious.

Alas.

Suddenly a young child didn't hold on, and fell on his ass.

The woman turned around, went to help her up, comforted her, and helped her pose.

The woman's name is Ding Luoying, and she is one of the two best gold medal teachers in this training center.

She was originally born in a hidden small mountain village. She practiced martial arts since she was a child. Later, the science and technology outside changed with each passing day.

She also came out with him.

After successfully completing the university dance department, relying on my martial arts foundation, I became the current dance teacher near my hometown.

On the surface, although she is a dance teacher, in fact, she has never forgotten the teachings of her grandpa.

Since she has learned the martial arts of Xuanmiao Sect, she is the disciple of Xuanmiao Sect. In the future, you must remember your identity and not forget your roots.

Every once in a while, she will work with another best friend and friend to reorganize many documents left by her grandfather.

"She is the most popular coach Ding in our center."

At this time, outside the dance classroom.

"Coach Ding?" Standing outside the transparent wall of the classroom, the staff of the training center, accompanied by a tall man in black short-sleeved gray trousers, looked inside.

The man's face was ordinary, his hair was a bit long, tied into a bunch and hung behind him, his eyes were a bit vicissitudes of life.

Obviously he looked only in his twenties, but the expression in his eyes seemed to be very old.

This person is Wei He who has just come down the mountain from the Taoist temple.

Following his original memory, UU reading www.uukanshu.com first found the hiding place of Xuanmiaozong. As a result, it has become a sparse small village, and no old people I knew before have been found.

After inquiring, there are only two inheritance genealogies of Xuanmiaozong left, which are enshrined in the ancestral hall of the village.

As for the generation of Liu Chengxi and his adopted son, something seemed to have happened between them, and they died very early.

The remaining people of the huge Xuanmiao Sect slowly diminished over time.

Until now, the genealogy is still there, but people are no longer known.

Wei He went to the ancestral hall, quietly looked through the genealogy, and inquired around, only to find out the whereabouts of Liu Chengxi's adopted son Liu Ning'an and his granddaughter Ding Luoying.

This is the most recent and the easiest to find a direct descendant.

Then he searched all the way.

Unexpectedly, the Xuanmiao sect who once practiced martial arts turned into a dance teacher who taught children to dance...