Chapter 4 Breakthrough of the Shackles

"Isn't dead?" Cang Xushan suddenly woke up, and without caring about the spit on his face, rushed to the old man and asked in disbelief: "Father, do you say Xuanting isn't dead?"

"You bastard, can't you watch it yourself? You obviously have a heartbeat and pulse and breathe smoothly. Is this a sign of death? You bastard, a bullshit. Please use it to visit this site. Are all shit in your head?" Cang Beidao cursed and directly damaged his son to be worthless.

"This!..." Cang Xushan had no time to pay attention to the old man's scolding on him. He held Cang Xuanting's wrist and almost trembled.

"Pulse! It's a pulse! There are breathing, heartbeat, and vitality. Alive! He is still alive!" He couldn't help but whistle to the sky. After experiencing great sorrow and joy, all of this became a little unreal.

"I'll deal with you later." Cang Beidao looked at his son who was crying with joy, said hatefully before leaving. When he walked to the center of the yard, the old man wiped the corners of his eyes, and a trace of tears was cleverly wiped away. The touch of life has never been so real.

After instructing Cang Xuanfeng to take care of Cang Xuanting, Cang Xushan left the courtyard. As the patriarch, as the patriarch, he must take responsibility for the matter of his birth in the morning.

Because my son died and was heartbroken and heartbroken, it is time to face the old man's punishment frankly.

"Huh!" Cang Xushan had just walked away before he could finish his tea, and Cang Xuanting slowly opened his eyes and vomited a long breath of a long time.

"Xuanting, you are finally awake." Cang Xuanfeng rushed to the edge of the bed, held his brother's hand and choked, "Do you know? You scared me to death."

"Brother, what a damn thing is you crying," Cang Xuanting said, his nose also felt sour.

In fact, he had already woken up. He had recovered all his consciousness from entering this room. However, when he saw his father who was almost desperate, he didn't know how to face it. The former was heartbroken, but he was intact, which was hard to explain.

"You kid, you will squeeze me when you wake up." Cang Xuanfeng's face had not dried up, but he smiled. Nothing could be better than his younger brother to live.

"Brother! I'm fine, I'm really fine." Cang Xuanting held his brother's hand and comforted him.

"Yes!" Cang Xuanfeng nodded vigorously, cried with joy: "I know, you will be fine. Our wishes have not come true, so how could we die easily?"

"Wish!" Cang Xuanting's heart suddenly started to beat, "Yes! Our wish."

"Brother, my wish will come true one day, and our dream is not far away." Cang Xuanting turned his head, his eyes showing a bright light.

If he has broken through that layer of shackles, he will do his best to help his brother break out of the barrier. They were once brothers who depended on each other and would be good robes in the future...

Two days later, Cang Xuanting finally couldn't hold back his body and walked around.

In fact, he was completely unharmed. However, due to his previous fake death, he had to look seriously injured. Otherwise, neither the eldest brother nor his father would have easily let go of the trace of suspicion.

During this period, the old man, the two elders, and several elders from the family came to visit. In addition to asking about the reasons, he was also much more kind in his attitude. He didn't know why all this was very different from before, but he was happy to enjoy such care. After all, this feeling has been away for a long time.

"Xuanting, I'll go around the martial arts field. You can rest in the yard first!" Cang Xuanfeng walked out of his house and said to Cang Xuanting in the yard.

He smiled and nodded, saying, "Go, I will take good care of myself."

Cang Xuanfeng, at the age of fifteen, does not count as a child, almost every day he goes to the martial arts field to watch others practice. He has been absent for more than ten years. Except for Cang Xuanting, no one knows his heart that longs for cultivation.

When Cang Xuanfeng's figure disappeared from the courtyard gate, a slight ray of prickly light suddenly burst out in Cang Xuanting's eyes.

"Brother, you won't be disappointed." As he said that, he hurried back to his house.

"The God of Tearing Heaven"", at this moment he was extremely eager. The trajectory of life suddenly changed, and he was no longer the same as before. Now, his hope was within reach.

"Start! Let me chase after me!" Xin shouted, and he crossed his knees and closed his eyes.

"The God of Tearing Heaven is a reflection of the heavens. Tearing the Heavens with your hands and destroying them with your hands." The ten big words clearly depict the scroll of the soul.

Excited, Cang Xuanting almost trembled with excitement. Giving up everything, the domineering spirit contained in the cross of Guangguang and the kind of arrogant look that no one else can be better than me, proves its strength.

Without considering the origin of the "Heart of Venerables" and the great benefits it brings, he was completely immersed in his first practice.

The simple patterns clearly depict complex acupoints. Cang Xuanting remembered them one by one until he was sure that all the acupoints and veins were completely remembered before he retreated from the sea of ​​soul.

"Qihai point, Shenque point, Qihai point, Zhangmen point, Guanyuan point, Ji point, Jueyin point, Qimen point, Jueque point." The spiritual energy cultivation foundation of "Tearing the Heavenly God's Skill" is completely different from the several Cang family techniques that Cang Xuanting had seen.

The Cang family's magic tricks are all to condense the spiritual energy in the Dantian through several acupoints, and then to improve the secret and stable communication of the spiritual energy, reach the breakthrough requirements of the realm, and then advance.

The "Tearing the Gods" is completely different. Each of the other recorded acupoints is a grade. They represent the level of cultivation for spiritual people. This is just the entry point of cultivation.

Compared with other magic formulas, it is an extreme. If the cyclone cultivated by other magic formulas only has one dantian, then there is a full one including the Qihai Dantian. Its starting point is also the dantian, but its radiation is from all directions, completely breaking the shackles of ordinary magic formulas.

It is hard to imagine how amazing it would be when a point is completely filled with spiritual energy. Perhaps such a magical technique is unique in the world.

"Huh!" He let out a deep breath, and he began to calm down all his thoughts, completely restrained his inner fluctuations, and began today's practice.

Speaking of cultivation, he is actually not unfamiliar with it. Not to mention anything else, he himself has practiced less than a few thousand times. In the past, no matter how he practiced, he could not store the spiritual energy from the outside world. This time, his feelings told him that he could succeed.

According to the breathing requirements of the magic formula, slowly, after half an hour of preparation, he finally entered the state of no desires and no desires.

"Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!..." The breathing gradually entered the stability necessary for cultivation, and the inner world began to become absolutely calm.

At this moment, a faint stream of air appeared in Dantian. The senses of the cultivation clearly felt its existence. Although it was weak, it was real.

"Success!" The eyelids of his eyes beat. No one could describe the feeling of Cang Xuanting. Ten years of expectation and success. At this moment, he waited for thousands of days.

Trying to suppress the excitement in his heart, he continued to control Ning He in his heart, control the newly generated spiritual energy, and then run according to the route of the magic formula.

As he absorbed it again and again, his senses gradually became clearer and clearer. In his perception, a tiny trace of heaven and earth spiritual energy passed through the body's skin and cells, and was constantly seeping into the dantian. Every time a tiny trace of spiritual energy was absorbed, the slight trace of spiritual energy in the dantian would face it excitedly, and then turn into one with it and gradually grow stronger.

Time passed. Nearly two hours later, the basic guidance of "Tearing the Gods" finally completed a big cycle. With the continuous efforts of these two hours, the air flow in the dantian increased significantly. But at this moment, external factors suddenly interrupted his cultivation.

"Cry!" The door of the courtyard was suddenly pushed open, and Cang Xuanfeng walked in.

Cang Xuanting suddenly opened his eyes, his black pupils were filled with shock. Just now, just now, his senses clearly reflected everything in the yard.

Cang Xuanfeng pushed the door, even his steps, and even his expression appeared in his mind at a glance.

"Cultivation! It turns out that this is the world of cultivators." He was shocked, but his eyes were staring at the air in front of him without blinking.

In the air that was invisible and intangible, he suddenly saw many floating free particles. The light was filled with a faint spiritual power. These particles were actually the spiritual energy floating outside. The spiritual energy could be seen with the naked eye, which was so shocking.

"Xuanting, I'm back!" Cang Xuanfeng pushed open the room.

Cang Xuanting suddenly woke up, suppressed his shock, and pretended to be about to get up. Before he could practice, he would never allow the secrets on his body to be revealed.

"Do you feel uncomfortable?" Cang Xuanfeng walked up and asked.

Shaking his head, Cang Xuanting smiled and said, "No. I just feel full of strength now."

Power! It is the real power. Even though Cang Xuanfeng doesn't believe it, he did not lie.

"Okay! The food has been delivered. I have someone put it in the yard and we will go out to eat." Cang Xuanfeng smiled and pounded his shoulders, turned around and walked out of the house.

Cang Xuanting stood up and slowly stretched out his right hand. In a moment, the air above his palm produced a faint swelling.

The light of his eyes flashed, he withdrew his hands and his figure was filled with a special aura.

On the stone table in the yard, a few side dishes and two rice were steaming.

Although the brothers moved out of the Cang family, the daily meals were still delivered by the Cang family. After all, they were young masters of the Cang family, and at least they still had a life.

After dinner, Cang Xuanting told his elder brother that he needed rest and told him not to disturb him, and then returned to the house. After locking the door, he immersed himself in the cultivation. He had wasted nearly ten years and would never waste even a moment of time.

"Why is this guy so weird today?" In the yard, Cang Xuanfeng looked at the locked door and couldn't help but ponder...

The boy crossed his knees, and waves of air fluctuated all over his body. Under his robe, he contained a vigorous force. With repeated breaths, the spiritual energy flowing in the air became stronger and stronger. Finally, after three hours of practice, the spiritual energy around him shook violently and suddenly disappeared invisibly.

At this time, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Fourth grade of spiritual energy!" Cang Xuanting's eyes were burning with scorching light, and he was extremely excited.
Chapter completed!