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Just run the force of the blood to the index finger and draw the ‘Rayfu’ in the palm of the other hand. Then, with the mental power to activate the power of the blood in the 'Lei Fu', and shouted: "The palm of your hand", you can turn into a palm of your hand!

Moreover, the ‘Rayfu’ painting is also very simple, and there are only seven simple strokes.

Does it sound simple?

However, if you want to use your palms to thunder... First of all, you must have the power of blood in your body, then you will draw a thunderbolt, but you will also control your mental strength.

Otherwise, everything is free!

However, as long as the above conditions are met, basically, as long as the monk after the "eyes" is opened, there is enough blood and blood in the body, and both of them can be smashed.

Such a basic refining method like Song Shuhang is good. It should be able to inspire four to five palms with its own qi and blood. In addition, with the extra spiritual reserve of the ghost, it is not a problem.

Under the guidance of the white predecessors, after Song Shuhang learned the painting method of 'Lei Fu', he painted the next 'Lei Fu' in the left palm with the power of blood and blood, and activated the 'Ray Fu' in the "Real My Meditation". Blood and blood power.

"The palm of your hand!" He snorted!

The ‘Rayfu’ on the palm of his hand was hot, and then a golden thunder appeared in the palm of his hand.

The thunder is not big, it is a small bowl size, but it looks very powerful!

Song Shuhang carefully asked: "White predecessors, will not electricity to myself?"

"Do not worry, as long as you don't take the other hand to touch this group of palms, it will not be a problem!" Bai Zun said with a smile.

"How is the power?" Song Shuhang asked.

White Supreme pointed to the rock on one side: "You can try it yourself."

Song Shuhang went to the rock and extended his left palm to press it.

boom!

The rock was suddenly blown out of a small hole in the basketball, but Song Shuhang, who pressed out the palm, basically did not feel any anti-shock! This is the way of the ‘power is very small’ in the mouth of the white predecessors? This power is already terrible!

Even if you press it on the beast, you can have their life.

"Lefa is very restrained against ghosts. Even if it is a second-level ghost, it will basically turn into a fly ash." White Zun also explained.

Great restraint on ghosts? Song Xinzhong moved, and he waited for tomorrow's exam to be ready to go to the Luoxin Street District of the next city. The conflict with the remaining forces of the 'Altar Lord' is inevitable. The altar is a ghost repair. When he meets the remaining forces of the altar, I will definitely encounter ghosts.

With this ‘thinking thunder’ bodyguard, plus the ‘breaking evil character’ that was left over from the previous time, the grasp of this shackle is even greater.

"Thank you for the white predecessors." Song Shuhang understands that this is the kindness of his predecessors.

White Zun nodded slightly: "Try again and master the palm of your hand!"

Song Shuhang nodded, once again painted ‘Rayfu’ in his palm, activated it with mental power, and shouted: “The palm of your hand!”

The thunder reappeared in the palm of your hand and creaked.

This time Song Shuhang did not throw it out immediately, but stared at it closely - his palm was really like a thunderbolt! It’s a fantastic scene!

When the thunder of lightning flashed, his heart did not accelerate from a slight acceleration, excited!

Involuntarily, he recalled a lot of pictures from a long time ago... that was some memories that he deliberately refused to recall, but today they led them out because of the ‘ palm of their hand.’

"Look at my thousand birds!"

"I am not afraid, I have Raye!"

"Hey, you two of these goods, my thunder palm is more powerful than you! Ray's palm, oh..."

Ah, go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!

Ah, fool! fool! fool!

How do you think about these things again?

Shame, shame! I want to die, I want to die! I want to forget, I want to forget, I will forget it from my memory! This kind of light is a memory of feeling shameful when you think about it. Why can't you forget it? Really want to turn your brain into a hard drive, so you can throw these shameful past into the recycle bin and completely remove it!

Song Shuhang shook his head and threw his distracting thoughts from his mind.

Look carefully at the thunder of your palm.

<p is really handsome.

Awkward, just like a dream. I didn't expect that one day, I could release the thunder and lightning from my palm. This is something that I could do before dreaming... No, I want to think in a bad direction!

Song Shuhang raised his palm and threw a palm at the rock again! It seems that I want to destroy my shameful memories with this palm!

boom!

There is another big hole in the basketball on the rock...

"Call!" He vomited a deep breath.

Bai Zun was curious and asked: "Have you just met the demons?"

"No, I just remembered some memories that I thought I had forgotten." Song Shuhang licked his face: "I can't bear to look back!"

"Oh, that kind of memory has anyone. Sometimes you think that you can't look back, but when you fade away, it will become a very good memory." Song Shuhang advised.

Song Shuhang nodded.

Then I didn't know how to be a hair. He took a look at his head and said, "For example, Xiaobai, after you have long hair and waist, can you marry me?"

"Oh?" The white lord turned his head and suddenly there was a breeze blowing. The long black hair of the sage fluttered in the wind.

Song Shuhang suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere. Waiting, what did I just blurt out and said?

At this time, the white sage in the wind smiled brilliantly, like the elf in the wind. For a moment, everything in the heavens and the earth was eclipsed.

In the eyes of Song Shuhang, the whole world has become a 'black and white' color in an instant. Only the black-haired dancing, the white-haired seniors with a smile are ‘color’. The world is centered on the white predecessors, setting off his infinite charm.

This feeling... lasted about two breaths.

The white predecessor smirked and smiled.

"Let's go back." The white predecessor said that his sleeves were raised and the flying sword slipped out and turned into a twilight at his feet.

"Oh." Song Shuhang followed him and set foot on the dawn.

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Along the way, the white predecessor was silent, with Song Shuhang returning to the pharmacist building.

Fly and fly... Song Shuhang always feels like he has made a big death?

In other words, just go back, why do you always feel that the whites are flying higher and higher? Still flying high, the house below has become only the tip of the nail?

"Book Air, I watched CCTV a few days ago - 9 people Wencai program, I saw people recently like to play bungee show, I feel so interesting!" Bai Zun said.

Song Shuhang immediately said: "No, white predecessors! That is boring! Bungee jumping is just a group of tired people who want to find stimuli to feel ‘close to death’! It’s a painful act!”

The distorted three views of the predecessors, I will twist him!

"I want to try!" Bai Zun said seriously: "Let's try it! Okay?"

"Not good, really bad!" Song Shuhang loudly.

"Yeah!" White Zun nodded.

Suddenly, he put away the light under his feet.

Then, he grabbed Song Shuhang, and the two men slammed down.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah~~" Song Shuhang screams - Yes, Song Xiaoyou is afraid of high, he has a latent fear of heights. He is going to be a man with a railing on the edge of the flying sword while the sword is flying!

"嘻嘻嘻嘻~" The white lord gave a pleasant laugh.

At the same time, he also made a similar effort.

Song Shuhang feels that he is falling faster, the wind that forms the friction between the body and the air when falling... and the terrible sense of weightlessness!

"Ah, ah, ah, ah~~" Song Shuhang screamed more joyfully.

"Let's hurry up?" White Lord cheered.

"Hey ~ ~" Song Shuhang madly shaking his head, his mouth is involved in the air pressure when falling, and can not produce normal syllables.

"Okay! Then hurry up." The white sage had a spirited move and pulled Song Shuhang down at a faster rate.

At the same time, he still suspected that the position was not stimulating, and took Song Shuhang into a posture on his head and feet...

"Ah... ah ah~" Song Shuhang felt that his voice was screaming.

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"Right, take a photo!" During the fall, the white lord suddenly said. Then, he did not know where to touch the phone, using the spiritual power to protect the phone from the impact of the falling pressure.

"Come on, book flight, smile!" Bai Zun, holding a mobile phone, turned on self-timer mode against himself and Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang saw himself on the screen of the mobile phone, and a face was distorted for various reasons. The corner of the eye is still tearful, and a pair of people are playing bad.

Don't wow~~ Song Shuhang shook his head desperately.

“Hey!” White Zun took several photos in succession.

Then he said: "No, book. You don't cooperate at all!"

"Ah, ah~" Song Shuhang is still screaming.

"Come on again, this time with the point. If you can't do it, we will jump again, we must take a satisfactory photo." White Zun has a serious expression.

Hey, jump again? It is better to kill me directly!

"Take the point, come and laugh, one, two, three! Eggplant!" White Zun once again adjusted the self-timer angle.

On the screen of the mobile phone, he and Song Shuhang kept their inverted posture on their heads and feet. Behind them was an endless starry sky, which perfectly showed the feeling that the two were at the top of the sky!

Song Shuhang tried to make his face pull out a ‘smile’ expression, but under the pressure of pressure, this laugh is really ugly and can’t be ugly again.

Hey. Bai Zunren shot several times in a row and said, "Well, okay, although not very good. But for the time being, let's do it."

Song Shuhang finally breathed a sigh of relief, then opened his mouth... and continued to scream: "Ah, ah, ah~"

"Don't call, we are coming home." Bai Zun said, at this time they can already see the 'Pharmacist Building', and the distance from the ground is more than 100 meters.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I have to hit it, I have to hit it!

"The last distance, let's add a speed!" The white sage seems to be playing with great enthusiasm today, and behind him, the Song Shuhang is like a jet plane, accelerating to the ground.

Song Shuhang felt that his eyes began to darken.

Fifty meters!

Thirty meters!

Ten meters!

Eight meters!

Three meters! White Zun has no intention to stop!

White predecessors, you are not going to hit the ground directly? Your strength is strong, this height is definitely fine, but I am different, I am a small monk who is a good product, this will hit a ground, it will become a meat sauce!

"Ah, ah~" Song Shuhang screams more and more earth-shattering.

The peas in the house and the empty sugar smugglers have long stood on the edge of the window and watched the songs on the Song dynasty. They started watching the opera in Song Shuhang about 500 meters from the roof.

Two meters!

one meter!

0.5m!

0.4 meters!

0.3 meters! No, I am Song Shuhang, I am really going to die on July 4, 2019!

"Hey!" At this moment, the sound of the rushing brakes sounded.

Subsequently... Song Shuhang felt that he was softly placed on the ground, and there was no sense of impact. He landed smoothly.

"Ha ha ha ha." The white lord laughed happily: "Is it irritating?"

"Hehehehe." Song Shuhang looked like a bad face, hehe laughed.

"It looks like you think it's fun too! Hey, I will send the photo of the group to the album first." The white sage smiled and began to play around on the phone.

Song Shuhang’s weak hand reached out and shouted: “Don’t wow!”

But just now he screamed all the way, the scorpion broke down, and no sound could be heard.

"Get it!" White Supreme Pressed OK to send.

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Jiuzhou No.1 group, group space.

There is a bunch of photos in the group album.

All of them are photos of Song Shuhang and Bai Zun with their high-altitude bungee jumping. In the picture, Song Shuhang’s expression is from a frightened and distorted expression to a strong smile behind him. On the one hand, the white sage is still handsome and unparalleled, the temperament is dusty, and people are loved.

Photo title: "Just and Book Air Xiaoyou experienced a high-altitude bungee jumping, which is very fun. Book Air Xiaoyou said it is very fun, I am going to play with him once in a few days."

After a while... I liked it in the group.

Lychee Fairy: The white predecessor is still pretty~ It’s really embarrassing.

Pharmacist: White predecessor city will play, PS: I am Jiang Ziyan.

Snow Wolf Cave Lord: White Senior City will play!

King of Creation: White Pregn City will play! Keep the formation!

Huangshan Zhenjun: Book Air Xiaoyou, come on! The following is accompanied by a tearful expression.

Huangshan Zhenjun is more and more aware that the book and friends are really dedicated, and every day is very hot! Red envelope, you must have a big red envelope!

The seven-year-old Fufu master: The white predecessor city will play, and the book-small friend Meng Mengda.

Yes, Song Shuhang, a friend who lives with his gentleman, is so cute. If the white predecessors retreat next time, if Song Shuhang’s younger friend is still alive, this task is still a non-booking friend.

Lingdie Island Yukoko: Hey? High altitude bungee jumping? Song predecessors like to play? Next time, Yukoko will come to play with you, and I will make an appointment! @书山 pressure!

Song Shuhang trembled and pulled out his mobile phone, trying to pull out the Jiuzhou No.1 group and wanted to see what the white predecessors had made.

Then soon, he saw the message of Yukoko.

Song Shuhang suddenly had a black eyes.

July 4, 2019... Song Shuhang, death!

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