Chapter 134 (2/2)

Therefore, for the time being, it can only prove that he is close to the pulse setting state, and he has not really stepped into this state.

However, Chu Yan only needs to go one step further to solidify the twelve meridians.

After all, for the monks in the congealing state, congealing the meridians is a matter of course. In comparison, the most difficult thing is to let the twelve meridians emerge.

There are countless warriors who have not been able to take this step successfully in their whole lives.

As for Chu Yan, when the twelve meridians were completely solidified, he was no longer a warrior, but a monk. From then on, he entered a new level and a new stage.

Although not able to enter the coagulation pulse before the game, but can have today's achievements, Chu Yan has been very satisfied.

After all, at the beginning of this year, he was still a very toxic person who had been imprisoned for a full year.

”According to the actual time, there are still four hours left. This competition with only one winner is about to start, but in the cage of time and space, I still have 12 hours.” Chu Yan jumped up and said, ”in that case, I'll practice my martial arts again.”

The voice falls, Chu speech pulls out to insert on the ground of fierce burning gun, once again hard practice.

Another part of Lin's mansion.

Lin Ao sat under the eaves, looking at the bright moon hanging overhead.

There was no sadness or joy on his face, but deep in his eyes, there was a fire of revenge.

Instead of practicing tonight, Lin Ao sat here and recalled what happened to him that day.

Chu Yan beat him in an instant. He recalled every word and sentence he said.

Those pictures, those words, like a sharp blade, carved deep bloodstains in Lin Ao's heart.

”I Lin Ao will never lose the second time, absolutely not!” Lin Ao suddenly forced, five fingers suddenly click, deep into the stone below.

The hard slate, in front of his fingers, seemed to be tender tofu.

In the room behind him, Lin Chongzhi, Lin Kongtong and Shen Wufeng pull out long creepy figures under the candlelight.

In the cage beside Shen Wufeng, the girl with a bell on her ankle still didn't make a sound, as if she didn't exist at all.

Langya Pavilion.

Lin miaoran looks in the mirror and tries different clothes over and over again. Furui chirps and gives advice.

The faces of the master and the servant were light hearted.

On the table next to Lin miaoran, there is a Yi Ming pattern.

After daybreak, she would change her appearance with the Yixing inscription, put on a suit of clothes, hide her real identity, and go to the Changqing town competition.

Fang family.

Fang Wuxing was sweating profusely at the moment, and his muscles all showed strange red, as if they had been roasted by fire.

Now he jumped high into the pond.

In a flash, it was like a red hot iron thrown into the pool.

A pool of water, even at this moment boiling up, hissing, rolling, gushing a large stream of white steam.

”Chu Yan, you're trying to steal the limelight from me in Zhenwu arena. I'll beat you in front of everyone this time and get the place to enter xuanyue gate!” In the white fog, Fang Wuxing's tall figure loomed like a wild animal, roaring and roaring at the moment.

The White House.

Although Bai Feiyu knew he was hopeless, he was lying in bed now, but he couldn't sleep.

Just like the past month, as long as he closed his eyes at night, the bloody scene of Chu Yan kicking Ding Sheng's head in Zhanwu arena would appear.

That scene has become his heart demon, which makes it difficult for him to make any progress in this month's practice.