'What should I do if I go through qi deviation?
'I'm waiting online. It's urgent.'
As the Paragon of the martial arts world, Fang Xian did not wait for death like Luo Yi. Instead, he quickly thought of a way to solve this problem.
'In truth, if I go through qi deviation, I can't be in a hurry to correct it. Otherwise, the more impatient I am, the easier it will be for me to walk down the wrong path and die …
'Luo Yi died just now, but he was in the perfect state to deal with it. If I let it run its course, I won't be able to learn it … Now, the rampaging qi has returned to normal, but my meridian system is in a mess, and my limbs are numb …
'The meridian system in this world is actually a supernatural network created in the body with true qi … That's why I don't open a few meridians, but create a few meridians …' Creating 'a meridian is considered the beginning of martial arts. There are twelve levels, corresponding to the twelve meridians! After breaking through, I'll be a martial artist! When a martial artist cultivates the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, there are eight levels! When I successfully create the most difficult meridians, the Conception and Governing Meridians, I'll be an Innate Master! '
Level Twelve Martial Artists, Level Eight Martial Artists, and Innate Masters! This was the path to becoming a supernatural being in this world!
'In this world, aside from infants, most people are martial artists. Only one in a hundred are martial artists, and Innate Masters are even rarer. This means that they have the right to teach others and can be a teacher!
'Luo Yi had already successfully created the Twelve Meridians and perfected his Martial Artist Realm. He had high hopes of getting into a first-rate martial arts university and was the top student in Tianhua High School … But he was in a hurry to become a martial artist and took the risk to create the Yang Heel Meridian, one of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians. Not only did he die, but his original Twelve Meridians were also in a mess … It's a joke to reorganize them.
'I can't have this shallow qi and meridian system anymore!'
Fang Xian looked at his messy meridian system and quickly made a decision.
Different martial arts would create different Twelve Meridians.
Some martial arts focused the most on the foundation, and the meridian system created would be the path to heaven. But Luo Yi practiced the basic qi technique in school. He created thin meridians, and when he circulated his qi, it was like the difference between a dirt road in the countryside and a highway.
'In truth … If Luo Yi could practice a high-tier qi technique and create Twelve Meridians that were tough enough, even if he went through qi deviation this time, he wouldn't be in such a miserable state!
"Instead of sorting it out slowly, why don't we start from scratch?"
If it was someone else, they would need the help of an expert to disperse their cultivation. Moreover, the person who did it had to be sufficiently profound and meticulous in their operation. Only then would they be able to cripple their cultivation and meridians without harming their body.
However, Fang Xian did not need others to help him cripple his cultivation. He could do it himself!
Because other than his shallow inner strength, he also had Fang Shu and Robbery power!
In addition, he was a Supreme Martial Artist of his generation, so he could easily cripple him without harming his body.
With a thought, the tribulation power of a level-four necromancer surged into the network of twelve standard meridians in Luo Yi's body.
The network was already riddled with holes, and with the ferocious Robbery power, it immediately exploded.
Puff!
Fang Xian opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The bruise was purplish-black with spots and emitted a foul stench.
After vomiting, the numbness in his limbs immediately disappeared. He stood up and shook his thighs and arms, feeling refreshed. He no longer had the hidden danger of Qi deviation.
"After all, I've lost my meridians and inner strength. What else can I do?"
"The martial arts of this world is much more powerful than that of the ancient martial arts world … to forge a set of eight extraordinary meridians … to surpass the limits of the human body and embark on the path of transcendence?"
"My body is so miserable now. I've gone from a level-twelve martial artist to an ordinary person … My cultivation has been crippled. In society, this is no less than a mortal enemy. Also … Luo Yi's college entrance examination is over …"
Of course, even if his martial arts were gone, Fang Xian was still a level-four necromancer.
He never lacked the power to protect himself. In fact, he was even more powerful.
He came to the side of the lake and looked at the reflection in it.
An ordinary-looking teenager of sixteen or seventeen, dressed in a white short-sleeved shirt and jeans, looked clean and fresh, with a youthful vigor.
It was still early in the morning.
Fang Xian walked out of the secluded forest and saw a few old men and women out for their morning exercises.
An old man in a pure white training suit breathed. Two wisps of white air were moving in and out of his nostrils like snakes. It was obvious that he had cultivated a powerful inner strength.
Beside him, an auntie who looked like she was doing square dancing leaped up a tall tree branch with a flip. She ran and flashed on top of it as if she was walking on flat ground. Her Qinggong was extraordinary.
Most of the time, there were parents bringing their children to practice the horse stance, boxing stance, and other basic skills.
"Listen up, if you don't practice boxing when you're young, you'll be a country bumpkin when you're old! If you don't have a strong enough body and strong enough vital energy, how can you operate a mecha? In the future, when your classmates become high and mighty mecha pilots who can fly in the sky and travel the universe, you can only eat dirt on the ground! When that time comes, who knows how much you'll regret it! "
"Sweat more now and bleed less in the future. Practice boxing a hundred times!"
A person who looked like a fitness trainer shouted with a ruddy face.
"Yes!"
A group of primary school students answered loudly. As they walked, they were actually quite organized.
Fang Xian could see that they had opened at least one meridian and had the cultivation of a beginner martial artist.
"Well … if an ordinary Jianghu person from the ancient martial arts world came, he might be defeated by the primary school students. I wonder if I should commit suicide out of shame?"
He clasped his hands behind his back, shook his head, and walked out of the park.
"Selling buns! Freshly made buns! "
"Shaobing, youtiao, soy milk …"
At the entrance of the park, there were many breakfast shops with all kinds of food.
Following the original owner's memory, Fang Xian walked to a pastry shop that obviously had more customers than the other stalls and waited patiently in line.
After entering the shop, he could see a small mountain of steamers, but there was no stove, gas, or other kitchen utensils.
An old man in a white training suit with white hair and beard raised his hands and took a deep breath.
Boom!
A wave of heat exploded from the steamer.
"Elder Qin's' Tri-Yang Qigong 'is getting more and more profound …" The surrounding customers couldn't help but give him a thumbs up. "This Qigong, the old yang, the middle yang, and the lesser yang are quite good. From the inside to the outside, the desserts are cooked, and the essence and fragrance are locked in.
"Haha, thank you all for your appreciation."
Elder Qin cupped his hands and went to the kitchen to rest. A waiter came out to sell the steamed desserts.
"Give me a shumai! Take it away! "
When it was Fang Xian's turn, he used the communication bracelet on his wrist and swiped it on the counter. He heard the sound of a payment being deducted.
He picked up the shumai and took a bite. Suddenly, he felt a familiar yet strange fragrance gushing out and filling his mouth. His body seemed to have an automatic memory, and his taste buds couldn't wait to secrete saliva as he wolfed down the food.
After eating, Fang Xian walked to the door of Luo Yi's house.
A middle-aged man who wasn't tall or fat, short or thin was taking out the trash. When he saw Fang Xian, he couldn't help but scold him with a smile, "Little brat, eating outside again!"
Fang Xian recognized that this was Luo Yi's father, Luo Cheng.
He looked at the middle-aged man and really wanted to ask, "Are you sure our names are the same?"
"What are you looking at?" Luo Cheng saw the strange look in Fang Xian's eyes and asked again.
"Nothing!"
Fang Xian rolled his eyes. Can I say that I have something in my heart that I don't know how to spit out?
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