Super Student's Three-realms Army

At the moment, Zhang Xiaofan's body has only a very small part of Yang Qi to help him build the foundation!

Although, Zhang Xiaofan before the body of the Yuan Yang Qi in through that dangerous battle, one after another hard practice is already exercise incomparably powerful.

It's so different from him at the beginning. There's no comparison between them!

Especially after that, Zhang Xiaofan tempered the Qi in Dantian again.

But even so, in such a dangerous, harsh environment, Zhang Xiaofan still feel that every step forward is like walking on thin ice, very hard!

Zhang Xiaofan has been stuck in this chaotic world for a long time. For a long time, he gradually begins to feel that he is getting colder and colder in the world around him.

Even the cold wind from the outside world was blowing in his ears, which made him feel that bursts of cold wind were blowing in this chaotic world, and the harsh wind was echoing in his ears.

In this way, the chaotic world is getting colder and colder——

Zhang Xiaofan can also clearly feel that his questions are gradually changing from warm to cold. Only in the lower part of his abdomen, there seems to be a small flame that has never been extinguished all the year round. It is constantly burning, emitting its own light and heat!

At this moment, Zhang Xiaofan's heart suddenly moved. He suddenly remembered a sentence Yan bao'er once said to himself: "you don't need to find the winter solstice to practice martial arts. You have a rising sun in your heart!"

This little seemingly insignificant Yang fire is nothing else but the essence of Yuan Yang Qi in human body.

As long as the last bit of Yuanyang's Qi is not extinguished, the person's vitality will not be completely cut off.

"There is heaven and earth in the universe. The heart is more than heaven, and the God is more than Earth. If you can't breathe out of your heart and breathe through your navel, it's a truth of breathing adjustment. "

Yan bao'er once told himself that Lu Dongbin, one of the eight immortals of Taoism, wrote a poem about the cultivation of truth before he left home for the first time.

At the moment, Zhang Xiaofan recalled at this moment, the words are clear, every sentence is clear.

Zhang Xiaofan tightly guarded the last bit of Yang Qi in the elixir field, as if he was closely guarding a flickering and jumping lamp in the cold wind of the vast wilderness.

As if in the storm, stormy waves, closely guarding a leaf anytime and anywhere will be engulfed by the waves of the boat.

In this stormy, stormy rain——

Zhang Xiaofan gradually from all the rest, officially began to step into the real state of the rest.

And this little bit in his body, as if the next second will annihilate the Yuan Yang Qi is also at this moment with the speed visible to the naked eye is growing, growing up.

In this way, I don't know how long it took, but Zhang Xiaofan was surprised to find that this tiny flame turned into a fireball about the size of an adult's fist.

At the moment, no matter how the cold wind around, no matter how cold, it can no longer affect the fireball, it is still standing there, is burning, emitting its light and heat.

Then, the fireball is also growing with the passage of time, starting to burn a prairie fire towards Zhang Xiaofan's chest