All kinds of thoughts came to mind, and after they arose, they quickly fell and disappeared.
Zhang Fulin didn't think anything was wrong at first, but later he felt that this situation was very special and wrong.
Because he really became more and more proficient in practice, he could even see a real dragon with whiskers and claws, roaring and waving in his mind when he opened his eyes.
"this……"
Zhang Fulin was confused and even felt that he was dreaming.
Soon he found that he was indeed dreaming, because the flying and soaring real dragon was dancing in front of him, showing the essence of Tianlong's magic fist.
The dragon was not under his control or authority at all; it was completely alive.
"What I think about during the day I dream about at night. I think about this every day, and I really dreamed about it!"
Zhang Fulin shook his head and sighed, because at this moment Tianlong had already displayed an expression and posture far beyond his current realm. In theory, that was a more advanced boxing technique in the later stage of Tianlong's practice of the Divine Fist, and it was the true Tianlong's practice of refining the spirit.
Although it seemed unreal, Zhang Fulin still looked at it carefully.
He wanted to see what the true peak of the Tianlong Shenlian Fist that he had imagined would look like.
The more he watched, the more fascinated he became, because he found that Tianlong's practice of Shen really matched his imagination. Every move he made was touching, and even the tiger demon in his mind was roaring.
"this?"
This strange posture made Zhang Fulin a little suspicious.
But he still didn't take it too seriously. After all, what he dreamed up would of course be more in line with his mentality.
The people and the sky around him became illusory and unreal after he realized that he was dreaming.
There was no vast sky in front of him, only layer upon layer of clouds and mist, with only that dragon in the sky, appearing and disappearing from time to time, with no head or tail visible.
In this dreamlike state, there is a strange sense of reality that Zhang Fulin finds difficult to distinguish.
"Forget it, no matter whether it's real or not, let's just remember these changes first!"
Zhang Fulin became more and more fascinated by the strange changes. As he watched, he heard the roar of tigers one after another, and the sound became more and more angry.
And when he remembered all the changes in his mind, he saw the real dragon swing its tail and rush directly into the sky and disappear.
At this moment he felt a sense of loss.
But the next moment, the dragon called Tianlong swooped down to the ground from an infinitely high altitude.
Under Zhang Fulin's shocked and puzzled gaze, it transformed into an old man in a Taoist robe. The old man had white hair and beard, and had an immortal look and was very elegant.
If you look closely, you can find that this immortal-looking figure looks about three or four points similar to Zhang Fulin.
Zhang Fulin was shocked by this sudden change. When he came to his senses, he saw the old man in Taoist robes looking at him, then his eyes moved down to Zhang Fulin's broken right arm and paused.
This time, Zhang Fuling only felt severe pain at the fracture. The area where the shoulder was originally left suddenly broke off, revealing fresh flesh and blood, as well as white bone fragments.
Anyone with a fragile mentality would scream out loud at the sight of such a scene.
Zhang Fulin still felt quite normal because he didn't feel any pain.
"I am indeed dreaming."
When Zhang Fulin turned his head to look at his broken right arm, this thought came to his mind.
"But this dream seems a bit contrived. And a small part of my arm is broken off, but why isn't there blood gushing out, and my blood vessels aren't constricting? This dream still doesn't seem real enough."
When his arm was broken, he had seen a broken arm with his own eyes.
The moment the arm is broken, a large amount of blood will spurt out, and then the broken blood vessels will contract rapidly within a short period of time and penetrate into the flesh.
After this, unlike when a normal person cuts a blood vessel and blood gushes out continuously, causing the person to die from heavy blood loss, the wound will strangely stop bleeding and not as violently as at the beginning.
This situation can actually help people survive.
Now, not only did the blood vessels not shrink, the flesh and blood did not turn into a strange bright red as usual. Instead, the blood vessels and flesh and blood were surging, moving upwards little by little - growing.
"I'm really obsessed. At a time like this, I'm still thinking about how a broken arm can regenerate."
Zhang Fulin laughed at himself in his heart. He always thought of himself as a strong man. When he broke his arm, he was just covered in cold sweat, not tears.
Now, such fantasies appeared in his dreams, which made him think that there were still flaws in his mind and he was not as crazy as the Tiger Demon.
He was daydreaming endlessly when he saw the figure with white hair and Taoist robes looking up at him and saying with a smile, "The essence of the Heavenly Dragon Refining Spirit Fist has been fully revealed to you, but the intersection of dragon and tiger is not complete and still lacks something.
"The human body alone cannot withstand the terrifying impact of a dragon-tiger fight. One needs to cultivate a dragon-tiger external elixir. Then, the dragon god and tiger demon will fight each other within the dragon-tiger external elixir. Through this fight, one can gain enlightenment and achieve rapid progress in cultivation..."
Under Zhang Fulin's astonished gaze, the old Taoist priest really pointed out to him in detail the essentials of the Dragon God, Tiger Demon and other cultivation techniques, just as Zhang Mingtu had told him before about the Taoist priest who appeared in his dream.
At the end of his speech, the old Taoist nodded slightly to him, and before Zhang Fulin could react, he stepped in front of him and knocked on his forehead three times.
"Fool, wake up!"
The movement down the mountain was fast and fierce, and there was a strange force. Zhang Fulin felt a sharp pain in his heart in an instant, and he couldn't help but screamed: "It hurts so much!"
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