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Simply run the blood and air to your index finger and draw a 'thunder' in the palm of your other hand. After that, activate the Qi and Blood power in the 'Raymond' with spiritual force, and drink loudly: 'Palm Raymond', it can be turned into palm Raymond!

And that ‘thunderbolt’ is easy to draw, with only seven simple pens.

Doesn't that sound easy?

However, if you want to do palm thunder... first you need to have the strength of Qi and blood, then you need to be able to draw thunder and control your mental strength.

Otherwise, nothing to talk about!

But as long as the above conditions are met, basically as long as the monk after the "eye trick" is opened, and there is enough qi and blood in the body, you can throw two rounds of palm thunder.

Basic refining methods such as Song Shuhang are good. With his own qi and blood, he should be able to stimulate four to five rounds of palm thunder, plus the spiritual ghost's share of extra spiritual power reserve, ten rounds of palm thunder is not a problem.

Under the guidance of Senior White, after Song Shuhang Institute's painting of 'Lei Fu’, he drew the next 'Lei Fu’ in the left palm with the power of Qi Blood, and then activated the Qi Blood Power within ‘Lei Fu’ with 'True Me Meditation Scripture'.

“Palm, Ray!” He softly sipped!

The 'thunderbolt’ on the palm of his hand was hot for a while. Then, a golden thunderbolt appeared in the palm of his hand, crackling and banging ~

The thunder is not big, it's just a small bowl size, but it looks very cheerful!

Song Shuhang asked cautiously: "Senior Bai, can't you electrify myself? ”

“Rest assured, as long as you don't touch the other hand, Ray, you'll be fine!” The white honored laughed.

“How powerful is it?” Song Shuhang asked again.

White Venerable points to one side of the rock: "Try it yourself and you'll see. ”

Song Shuhang walked towards the rock, reaching out his left palm and pressing it up.

Boom!

The rock was suddenly blown out of a big hole in a basketball, and Song Shuhang barely felt any backlash! Is that what Senior White said about "little power"? This power is horrible!

Even if you push it on the beast, it will kill them.

“Lei Fa has a lot of restraint against ghosts, even if the second grade ghosts will be hit by a handful of lightning, they will basically have to turn into flying ash.” White honored explains at the same time.

A lot of restraint on ghosts? As soon as Song Xinzhong moves, he will be ready to go to Luoxin neighborhood next door after the examination tomorrow. Conflict with the remaining forces of the 'altar master' is inevitable. The altar master is a ghost repair. He will definitely encounter ghosts when he meets the rest of the forces of the altar master.

With this‘ palm thunder 'to protect yourself, plus the last remaining' evil charm ’, you will be more confident of this trip.

“Thank you, Senior White.” Song Shuhang understands that this is the good intentions of seniors.

The White Honored nodded slightly: "Try again, and you will have full control of Ray! ”

Song Shuhang nodded, painted ‘Ray Fu’ in his palm again, activated it with mental force, and drank loudly: “Palm Ray! ”

In the palm of the hand reappeared the minefield, snapping.

Song Shuhang didn't throw it out immediately this time, but stared at it closely - his palm really turned into a thunderstorm! What a fantastic scene!

When the thunderbolt went off, his heart was beating slightly faster and excited!

He couldn't help but recall some of the images from a long time ago… those were memories he deliberately couldn't recall, but today he led them out because of 'Palm Thunder’.

“Look at my bird! ”

“I'm not afraid, I have Rachel! ”

“Humph, you bastards, my thunderous clap is better than yours! Thunder God's palm, snap, snap..."

Ah, fuck you! Die, die!

Ah, fool! Idiot!

Why are you remembering all this?

Shame on you! Shame on you! I want to die. I want to die! Forget it! Forget it! Forget it! It's a shameful memory to think about. Why can't you forget? I really want to turn my brain into a hard drive so that I can throw these shameful past in the trash and delete them completely!

Song Shuhang shook his head violently and threw his meditations out of his mind.

Look carefully at the regiment in your hand again.

You're so handsome.

Pfft, pfft, pfft, like a dream. I didn't expect that one day, I could release thunder from my palm. This is something I could have dreamed of before... No, I want to think in a bad direction again!

Song Shuhang raised his hand and fired another hand at the rock! Seems to destroy one's shameful memories with this clap!

Boom!

Once again, a large basketball hole appears on the rock...

“Whoo!” he exhaled deeply.

The White Honored asked curiously, "Did you meet the demon? ”

“No, I just remembered some memories I thought I'd forgotten.” Song Shuhang rubbed his face: “I can't look back! ”

“Oh, that kind of memory anyone has. Sometimes you think it's hard to look back, but as time passes away, it becomes a wonderful memory.” The White Honored persuaded Song Shuhang to persuade him as a visitor.

Song Shuhang nodded.

And then, not knowing the hair, he punched his head and said, "Like, white, how about marrying me when you have long hair and back of your waist? ”

“Huh?” The white honored turned his head and suddenly a breeze blew through, and the long black hair of the honored flowed with the wind.

Song Shuhang suddenly felt something was wrong. Wait, what did I just say?

Then the white honored man in the wind laughed brightly, like the elf in the wind. In an instant, the heavens and the earth and all that is between them are darkened.

In Song Shuhang's gaze, the whole world became ‘black and white'. The only white seniors with bright smiles are ‘colored’, with dark hair dancing. The world is centered on Senior White, and it is anchored in his infinite charm.

This feeling… lasted about two breaths.

Senior White closed his smile and blinked.

“Let's go back.” Senior White said, his sleeve flung, the flying sword slid out, and the light fell beneath his feet.

“Oh.” Song Shuhang stunned with him and stepped into the light.

……

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Along the way, Senior Bai was silent and returned to the pharmacist building with Song Shuhang.

Fly, fly... Song Shuhang always felt like a big death?

By the way, just go back. Why does it always feel like Senior White is flying higher? Still flying high. All the houses down there are just big fingertips?

“Book Sailing, when I was watching CCTV - The Nine Wonders of Humanity the other day, I saw a show that people have been enjoying lately, and I feel so funny!” The White Honored.

Song Shuhang immediately said seriously: "No, Senior Bai! That's not funny! Bungee is just a bunch of people who are tired of looking for excitement to feel ‘close to death'! That was an idle egg ache move! ”

Senpai's twisted three views, I'll get him right!

“I want to try!” The Honorable One is serious: “Let's try it! Okay?”

“Bad, really bad!” Song Shuhang spoke loudly.

“Mmm!” the white honored nodded.

All of a sudden, he hid the light under his feet.

Then, he grabbed Song Shuhang, and the two men ‘dug’ down and fell.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" He is a man who intends to mount a railing next to the flying sword while the king is flying!

“Hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-

At the same time, he also made a trick like a pound of kung fu.

Song Shuhang felt that he fell faster, the wind formed by the friction between the body and the air when he fell... and that terrible sense of weightlessness!

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

“Faster?” Happy White Honored.

“Pfft ~ ~” Song Shuhang shook his head insanely, his mouth was all involved because of the atmospheric pressure when he fell, and there was no normal syllable.

“Okay, then hurry up.” Bai Zhuang's spirit moved and dragged Song Shuhang down at a faster speed.

At the same time, he still didn't think the position was exciting enough. He dragged Song Shuhang into a position on his head and feet...

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

……

……

“By the way, take a picture!” During the fall, the white honored suddenly said. Next, he touched his phone from somewhere, protecting it from falling air pressure with spiritual force.

“Come on, Book Sailing, smile!” Bai Zheng held his cell phone and turned on the selfie mode against himself and Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang saw himself on the screen of the mobile phone, a face for various reasons, distorted appearance. The corners of the eyes were still tears, and they looked like they had been played bad.

Don't shake Song Shuhang's head.

“Cut!” Bai Zheng took several photos in a row.

And he said, "No, Book Sailing. You're not cooperating! ”

“Ahhhh" Song Shuhang is still screaming.

“Do it again, this time with a little cooperation. If we can't do it yet, let's just jump again and be sure to take satisfactory photos.” The white honored look on his face.

What, dance again? Why don't you just kill me?

“Come on, smile. One, two, three! Eggplant!” White Honor adjusts the angle of selfie again.

On the mobile screen, he and Song Shuhang held an inverted position on their head and feet, behind them was an endless starry sky, perfectly showing the feeling that they were jumping at high altitude!

Song Shuhang tried to get his face to have a 'smile’ look, but under pressure, this smile really can't be ugly anymore.

Pfft, pfft. Bai Zhuang took several consecutive photos, “Well, well, not very well. But let's do this for now. ”

Song Shuhang finally relieved, then opened his mouth... and started screaming: “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

“Stop screaming, we're almost home.” Baijong said, by now they can see the Pharmacist Building, more than a hundred meters from the ground.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

We're gonna hit it! We're gonna hit it!

“At the last distance, let's speed up!” Bai Zhuang seemed to have a lot of fun today, and the spirit behind him was strong, pulling Song Shuhang was like a jet plane, speeding up to hit the ground.

Song Shuhang's eyes are starting to get dark.

Fifty meters!

Thirty meters!

Ten meters!

Eight meters!

Three meters!

Baek, you're not going to hit the ground directly, are you? Your strength is strong, this height will definitely fall fine, but I'm different, I'm a little monk with a pint and a knack. If I'm going to hit the ground, I'm going to turn into a piece of meat sauce!

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah"

The beans in the house and the empty burglar door sugar Young Master stood by the window and looked at Song Shuhang - they started watching the show about 500 meters after Song Shuhang left the roof.

Two meters!

One meter!

5 o'clock!

4 o'clock!

3 o'clock! No, I, Song Shuhang, am going to die on July 4, 2019!

“Whoa, whoa!” At this point, a rushing brake-like voice rang out.

Then... Song Shuhang felt soft on the ground, no sense of impact, landed smoothly.

“Ha-ha-ha.” The White Honored laughed. “Is it exciting? ”

“Ha-ha-ha.” Song Shuhang looked badly played, haha laughed.

“Looks like you think it's funny too! Hey, hey, I'll just send the photos to the group album first.” The white honored man smiled and began to wiggle it on his phone.

Song Shuhang reached out his weak hand and yelled in his heart: “Don't wow! ”

But just now he screamed all the way over, his voice broke and he couldn't make a sound.

“Done!” The White Honored presses OK to send.

……

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Jiuzhou Group 1, group space.

There is an additional set of photos in the group album.

All of them are photos of Song Shuhang and Baijong jumping at high altitude. Song Shuhang went from a frightened and distorted look to a strong smile behind the scene. And the white honored on one side are still handsome, dusty, and loved.

Photo Title: "Just had a great time with a book sailing buddy. Sailing buddies said it was fun and I was going to play with him again in a few days. ”

A moment later… like it in the group.

Fairy Lychee: Senior Bai is still beautiful ~ It's really jealous.

Pharmacist: Senior White City will play, PS: I am Jiang Ziyang.

Snow Wolf Cave Master: Senior White City will play!

Fortune Pope: White Senior City will play! Stay in formation!

Shinjun Huangshan: Book and Navigation, come on! Here comes a tearful look.

Yellow Mountain Shinjun is becoming more and more aware. Book navigation friends are really engaged. It's hot every day! Red envelope, must have a big red envelope!

Seven Life Buddha: Senior White City will play, Book Sailing Little Friend Mengda.

Yeah, so desperate to accompany the gentleman Song Shuhang Xiao Friend, so adorable. If Senior Bai is shut down again, if Song Shuhang Xiao Friend is still alive, this task is still not Shuhang Xiao Friend.

Ryoko Lingwujima Yu: Huh? Jumping poles? Does Senior Song like to play? Then Yoshiko Yuba will come and play with you next time. We have an appointment! @ Bookmountain It's stressful!

Song Shuhang shook out his cell phone and tried to pull out the Jiuzhou No. 1 group. He wanted to see what pictures Senior Bai had sent.

Soon afterwards, he saw Sooko Yu's message.

Song Shuhangton had dark eyes.

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