In this world, only by becoming an absolute strong man can one laugh and be proud of all the heroes. Now Lu Xuan is hard to find anyone who matches him among his peers, but these old monsters from the Hidden Sect are an absolute threat.

Lu Xuan was still eager to become stronger. Nan Batian looked at the scorching look in his eyes and smiled: "You should still stay at the body refining your cultivation now!"

Is there any other way to practice?" Lu Xuan said in surprise.

"Of course," Nan Batian said seriously: "Otherwise, martial arts have reached its peak, so how can we go further?" Lu

Xuan's eyes flashed with a gleam and said, "Old man, don't keep it aside, hurry up and say it."

"Haha!" Nan

Batian laughed: "Don't you understand what I mean yet, you are such a smart person."

Lu Xuan was stunned and murmured to himself: "Since it's not a body refining, then is it a qi refining?"

"I'm not stupid enough to be home," Nan Batian said with a word: "The so-called Qi refining is naturally to cultivate the true qi of the Dantian. The potential of the human body is stimulated to a certain extent and has reached the peak. If you want to become a saint, the true qi of the Dantian must be thicker and more vigorous!" Lu

Xuan listened to it more and more mysterious, and said meaningfully: "Why do I feel like I'm cultivating an immortal?"

Puff!" Nan

Batian almost sprayed out an old blood, and said angrily and funnyly: "Not as magical as you said. No matter how powerful we humans are, we cannot escape the natural law of birth, old age, sickness and death."

Then, a gloomy look appeared between Nan Batian's eyebrows. At his age, if he hadn't been an extraordinary and saintly powerful man, he would have entered the coffin long ago.

But Nan Batian can't live for many years. Who is not afraid of death, and who doesn't want to live forever?

If you can really cultivate immortality by refining Qi, then those old monsters will definitely be able to stay young forever. Thinking of the old woman's appearance just now, Lu Xuan couldn't help but shivered.

Lu Xuan also thought of this, no one could escape the cycle of reincarnation in the six realms.

Lu Xuan is not afraid of death, but is actually even more afraid of eternal life. He looks at his relatives around him and his friends slowly disappear from his eyes one by one. This is the most terrifying thing in the world.

The happiest thing is to live together with beautiful wives until they grow old.

"The purpose of refining Qi is to make the strength of martial arts stronger," said Nan Batian: "I think you must and hope to be able to further your strength."

Well, old man, I understand what you mean, I will slowly understand it," Lu Xuan said seriously.

And, Nan Batian suddenly smiled sly and said, "If you take me as your master, I can pass on your qi refining formula. How about it? After all, your master Mo Yuntao does not have the internal skills of qi refining!"

"No need," Lu Xuan waved his head and said, "I have a formula for internal skills and mental methods."

Xuan's refusal was so refreshing that Nan Batian was speechless for a moment. He blew his beard and glared and said, "You kid are so stubborn."

As the leader of the Tiandao Sect, the Dragon King is even more afraid of old monsters. How many people want to join the Nan Batian Sect but cannot, but Lu Xuan refused without thinking. Can Nan Batian not be angry?

What Nan Batian didn't know about the fact that although Mo Yuntao was just a martial arts master and did not have profound internal skills in his hands, Lu Xuan was lucky and obtained the treasure Yijin Jing of Shaolin Temple.

Now recalling the Yijin Jing, Lu Xuan never understood the last few meditations. He always thought that the words on the Yijin Jing were all methods of body refining. Now, I think that these last few meditations must be methods of qi refining.

The Yijin Jing, a martial arts treasure that everyone in the ancient martial arts world wants to get, how can Nan Batian compare to the internal skills that he wants to teach Lu Xuan?

Naturally, Lu Xuan would not tell Nan Batian that he had Shaolin Yijin Jing, so he could only make Nan Batian sulk."

Let’s do this, I don’t want you to be my disciple and join my Tiandao Sect. How about it?” Nan Batian Yu Peak changed and said calmly.

Lu Xuan smiled bitterly and said, "I'll think about it again!"

If it were someone else, Nan Batian would have slapped him to death, but Nan Batian really liked Lu Xuan very much, and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you!"

After that, Nan Batian did not bother to talk anymore, and turned around and walked out of the clinic.

Xuan looked at his back and shook his head and smiled, "Old man, it's not that I don't want to join, but that as a member of the Dragon Guardian clan, can I join the sect at will?"

After Nan Batian left, Lu Xuan took back the Xuanyuan Sword and thought of the scenes just now, he was really frightened.

"It's still not enough to see," Lu Xuan murmured, his fists slowly clenched, and his eyes shone coldly. It seemed that he would be more hard to practice martial arts."

Uncle Master, why haven’t you come to have a meal yet?”

The voice of the junior nephew Tang Miaomiao came from outside the door, and Lu Xuan quickly responded: "Come now!"

It was the afternoon of the consultation time, and Lu Xuan continued to use his magical medical skills to shock the media reporters present. Tang Miaomiao believed that as long as these reporters went back to write a report, it would be another big news.

The rise of traditional Chinese medicine is no longer able to stop it.

What Lu Xuan has a headache is that he cannot stay in the traditional Chinese medicine hospital every day for consultation. After all, he is a person who cannot sit still and has a very lazy personality.

Xuan soon thought of Uncle Master. Although Uncle Master’s medical skills are not as good as him, as long as it is not difficult and complicated diseases, Uncle Master still has no problem.

At this point, Lu Xuan had a plan in his mind and asked his uncle to take charge. If he encountered a complicated condition and could not handle it, then he would come back to play.

Solution: Lu Xuan is used to being a boss who is shaking hands, and he is so happy that he is free and at ease.

Yu, after seeing the patient for a day, Lu Xuan was so tired that his eyelids could hardly lift up. Tang Miaomiao kept standing behind him to help his hands, and his legs were numb.

When the female reporters left one after another, Tang Miaomiao sat on the chair and beat her legs, pouted her mouth and said, "Uncle Master, look, I'm tired. You'll treat me to dinner tonight."

Hearing this, Lu Xuan rolled his eyes angrily and said, "Miaomiao, you have to figure out who is helping whom, okay?"

Xuan was brought to be a doctor by Tang Miaomiao, and Lu Xuan didn't want to come yet!

Tang Miaomiao blushed and said, "Okay, I can treat you to a meal, right?"

"This is almost the same," Lu Xuan said as if he was right.

"Dingling--"

When Lu Xuan took off his white coat, the phone on the desk rang out. He subconsciously looked over and saw that it was a call from Ning Wanxi, the wife of the beautiful president.
Chapter completed!