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In order to make his breathing more comfortable, Wu Xunsheng deliberately told himself that the vague things he saw when he couldn't use that kung fu normally must have nothing to do with the truth, and he also told himself that since he was not breathing well at the moment, he should not try to use that kind of kung fu immediately, and don't try to use it again.

He thought that he could still control himself as smoothly as before, after all, he was already very capable in this area, but at this moment, things were going in a direction that he didn't expect at all—a powerful force that affected his consciousness was leading him to try that kung fu. Although he was trying his best to resist that force and not let himself be led by it, his actions were still as if they were not controlled by his own consciousness.

He was amazed that he couldn't even control the idea of trying kung fu at this moment, and he continued to use his reason to fight against that mysterious force, and it was very hard. In order to prevent his behavior from being led away by that power, he hugged the sober jar tighter, and kept hinting that he wanted to be sober and that he could not try it now.

His breathing was getting more and more affected, and he didn't know how to get more comfortable, but at the same time, he found himself gradually controlled by the force.

For a moment, he felt very cool, but he still couldn't breathe. After that moment, he lowered the jukefulness jar back into its original position under the control of that force, then sat cross-legged on the spot and closed his eyes. His right arm is up, his left arm is down, his right palm is facing down, his left palm is facing up, all the fingers of both hands are straight and together, the direction of the fingertips of the five fingers of the right hand is completely opposite to the direction of the fingertips of the five fingers of the left hand, and the hands are opposite to the Lao Gong acupoints.

Soon, the feeling of his lack of breath was gone, but he couldn't change his movements at the moment.

In this way, driven by that force, he tried that kind of kung fu again—the technique of concealment.

In the past, when he tried the Hidden Detection Technique, he would soon feel pain in his hands and the Laogong acupoint, then the Neiguan acupoint, and then the pain in his heart and mouth, all because he could not use the kung fu normally at that time.

During this trial, he did not have any pain in the above two acupuncture points, but had a slight numbness in turn, and there was no pain in his heart.

Suddenly, he felt that there were two streams of energy rushing from the Laogong Acupoint in both hands to the Neiguan Acupoint, and then rushed to the Baihui Acupoint through his arms, and after meeting the Baihui Acupoint, they merged into one and rushed to the Tianmu Acupoint. Then, with his eyes closed, he suddenly felt that he saw a somewhat dazzling white, and soon, the brightness of the white decreased a little, and other colors gradually appeared, and then he "saw" some scenes, which were the truths that he had been desperately wanting to know for a long time.

Now that he found that he could control his thoughts, he wanted to continue to use this effort to see some other things that he wanted to know the truth, but suddenly, he felt that the world he saw had become a blinding white again, and then the white was gone, and he felt the same as when his eyes were closed.

When he opened his eyes, he felt that his breathing had been affected again, and it was very uncomfortable.

He only saw a small part of it, and those scenes disappeared, and he wanted to take the initiative to try out the kung fu, not only to see more of it, but also to get away from the discomfort of poor breathing for a while.