son, stop

Long night, long night rain.

Zuo Lingquan sat cross-legged with his upper body bare. He always felt that the conversation between the two was a bit weird, but he couldn't tell what was weird. After thinking about it, he should put aside the distracting thoughts and feel it seriously.

As Wu Qingwan increased his strength, Zuo Lingquan quickly felt a burning sensation in his lower abdomen, and there were some inexplicable things in his body, like a hot current, swimming around the lower abdomen.

The first intimate contact, there must be an uncomfortable feeling, but it was far from the point of excruciating pain, so he did not speak.

Under the rainy night, Wu Qingwan could already see Zuo Lingquan's chest turning red through the dim yellow firelight, the rain dripping on the skin, and there were strands of mist.

Wu Qingwan was just trying carefully at first, but gradually found out that something was wrong.

The last time she probed in Phoenix Valley, she did not continue to probe after the True Qi that she poured into the sea was like a stone sinking into the sea.

This time, she was a little bolder, and kept pouring true energy into Zuo Lingquan's body, but found that Zuo Lingquan's body was like a bottomless pit, and she really couldn't touch the edge.

Wu Qingwan raised her eyes and looked at Zuo Lingquan's closed eyes:

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm sure it's okay, but it's a little hot, um, it seems to be spreading from bottom to top. It actually feels quite comfortable, just like scraping."

?

Wu Qingwan's brows showed doubts, the true qi she was pouring now exceeded the maximum range that the first stage of qi refining could bear.

It stands to reason that Zuo Lingquan has never practiced, and his meridians have never been tempered.

After Wu Qingwan was sure that Zuo Lingquan was all right, she did not stop and continued to pour into her body continuously.

Zuo Lingquan closed his eyes and felt the condition of his body. He could clearly perceive that there was a heat current growing in his body. After the initial discomfort, he gradually felt very comfortable, and his whole body was filled with a sense of strength.

The two of them sat on the stone by the stream, and an hour passed before they knew it.

Wu Qingwan's expression, from doubt and surprise at the beginning, gradually turned into inconceivable.

Wu Qingwan has practiced for many years, from the first level of "Qi Sea" to the No. 12 level of "Shenting", and knows very clearly how much true energy a monk at each stage can carry in his body.

There are 52 acupoints in Ren Du's second meridian. During the Qi refining period, the true energy that each acupoint can carry will not vary too much. If we take Qihai monks as an example, the second level divine tower is about five times more than the first level; Triple dovetails are ten times more than Qihai monks; four are fifteen times more, and so on.

She poured her true energy into Zuo Lingquan's body, from the first level and the second level at the beginning, gradually to the fifth, sixth and seventh levels

Slowly, Wu Qingwan's heart began to jump, as if her hands were sticking to a cannonball, for fear that the young man beside her would explode directly in front of her.

But Zuo Lingquan, who was in front of him, was shrouded in white mist, and he remained motionless, as if he didn't feel any effort.

This kind of reaction even made Wu Qingwan worry about herself - don't get it to the end, if you squeeze yourself dry, you won't be able to satisfy Zuo Lingquan.

However, this idea is obviously a bit exaggerated.

People start to practice at the age of six, and they can master one orifice in a year, even if they are ranked among the twelve gods. This kind of talent, in the nine sects of the south, may be a rare genius.

Zuo Lingquan was only seventeen this year, and he had never practiced the serious Qi Refining Technique, how could he be better than her.

The current reaction, in Wu Qingwan's view, can only be because Zuo Lingquan's system is rather special.

Since Zuo Lingquan could bear it, Wu Qingwan didn't stop, and kept pouring in the infuriating energy. Until another hour passed, the infuriating energy was already the limit that the tenth level of qi refining could endure, and Zuo Lingquan frowned. :

"Senior Wu, wait, I don't know what it feels like, it's not quite right anyway"

When Wu Qingwan heard this, she was secretly relieved—the 52 acupoints of Ren Du's second meridian were all stable, and the true qi contained in her body was about 50 times that of a monk with a heavy qi sea. It would take a month to re-refine and fill it up, she didn't even dare to think how Zuo Lingquan resisted.

Wu Qingwan retracted her palm, and there was a fine sweat on her forehead. She raised her hand to wipe it, stood up in front of Zuo Lingquan, and asked:

"How does it feel?"

Zuo Lingquan hides the surging infuriating energy instilled by Wu Qingwan in his body. It feels very strange, like ADHD. He is holding back a lot of energy. , if nothing else, it will soon dissipate.

Zuo Lingquan stood up, looked down at his red body, and thought about it:

"It feels like air is leaking all over the body."

"whole body?"

Wu Qingwan was inexplicable, and quickly grabbed Zuo Lingquan's wrist to investigate, and she found out that the flow of infuriating energy, which was still surging like a river, was rapidly attenuating.

In fact, there is no need to detect the pulse, Zuo Lingquan is covered in mist, and it quickly turns into nothingness in the rain curtain, which can be seen by the naked eye.

"How could this be? It shouldn't be."

Wu Qingwan circled around Zuo Lingquan, not only puzzled, but also distressed for the infuriating energy that was finally refined, and she couldn't take it back even if she wanted to.

Zuo Lingquan finally felt the power of the practitioner, and he was about to fall back to the same place. The frustration in his heart can be imagined.He felt the infuriating energy rapidly draining from his body, and said somewhat unwillingly:

"Senior Wu, can I use this infuriating energy now?"

Wu Qingwan frowned and said softly:

"Since there is no discomfort, it stands to reason that it can be used. However, sword skills and techniques have specific luck and experience. You have never learned these, how can you use them?"

Zuo Lingquan's infuriating energy was almost gone, and it was useless to feel distressed.

He has been practicing martial arts since he was three years old. He has practiced swordsmanship for 14 years. He practiced the same sword. The purpose is to step into the door of cultivation one day. With this sword, he will show the world what a swordsman is!

Zuo Lingquan may not be able to cultivate, but he is very confident in his own sword, so confident that he does not take people in cultivation seriously, nor does he feel that Xihuanggu's sword move is stronger than his sword.

Now that he has true qi around him, he doesn't believe that his proud sword can be weaker than when he did not have true qi.

Thinking of this, Zuo Lingquan did not hesitate, carrying the long sword in the green leather sheath, and came to the woods outside the stream, five steps away, and put his hand on the hilt of the sword.

Wu Qingwan had seen Zuo Lingquan's swordsmanship, and felt that the sword was very powerful. Anyway, if you don't follow the fixed method of swordsmanship and technique, luck is the same as a secular martial artist who doesn't exert his strength in the correct way, and he can't play any tricks at all. , and see nothing.

Thinking so, Wu Qingwan came to Zuo Lingquan's vicinity, folded her hands around her waist and looked at it seriously, but what she saw next made her unforgettable for the rest of her life.

thunderbolt--

Under the night, spring thunder exploded in the sky covered with dark clouds.

The rain curtain fell down, and Zuo Lingquan, who was naked, stood on the beach with his hand on the hilt of his sword, his long hair flew away with the mist, and the world suddenly became silent at this moment.

Like last time, Wu Qingwan felt the incomparable penetrating power of that sharpness.

What was different from last time was that Zuo Lingquan's body was filled with mist, and he could clearly see the water mist from the evaporation of rain, turning into a cyclone around Zuo Lingquan's body and gathering towards the right hand holding the sword.

The closed col, the wind is blowing at this moment!

However, the wind was blowing towards Zuo Lingquan, and even the raindrops that fell from the nine heavens were also blown by the invisible night wind, and gathered towards the green leather sheathed sword in Zuo Lingquan's hand.

"This"

Wu Qingwan has practiced for half her life and has never seen such a scene, not even in her master Yue Pingyang.Although she didn't know why, she felt that this sword was a bit powerful.

Wu Qingwan subconsciously stepped back a few steps, not daring to blink, wanting to see Zuo Lingquan's every move.

It's a pity that even though she was staring intently, she still couldn't see it all.

chap——

Sword up!

The mountain col, shrouded in the vast night, shone with dazzling blue light in an instant, overpowering the spring thunder in the sea of ​​clouds.

The long sword is unsheathed, and the three-foot green front stabs forward.

The blade was surrounded by cyan sword energy, just like Wu Qingwan.

But the difference is that it is much brighter than Wu Qingwan's sword.

The next moment, two dragon-like sword qi emerged, circling around the sword's edge, and then swept away with the sword's edge.

call out--

The sound of the sword is clear and ethereal, like teardrops falling into the deep valley and cold pool, suppressing the noise of heaven and earth.

The sword qi swept through the wind and rain, like a dragon walking in the wild, destroying the dense forest in front of it with the trend of destroying the dead.

The ancient trees, flowers and plants were all turned into powder at the same time under this sword!

All but a moment.

After the sword light passed, all the mountains and rivers were dead silent, leaving only Zuo Lingquan, who was naked, standing with his sword in the silent night.

The three-foot green front pointed obliquely at the ground, and the rain curtain scattered by the air wave fell again, slid down along the edge of the sword, and dripped on the river beach

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Thank you for the reward from the lord of the immortal zx, the massive rewards from many big bosses in the past!

Debt (7/328+)

Ten days after the book was opened, it should be only 4 words under normal circumstances, but this is almost 9 words, and the number of words in the new issue will exceed