son, stop

ka ka ka-

The big tree was lazy and broke, and the canopy fell down and hit the river beach.

Wu Qingwan was woken up by the loud noise of the tree falling to the ground, and when she looked up, she found that there was a two-foot-long groove in the dense forest behind the tree.

"How is this possible?"

Wu Qingwan approached slowly, her eyes full of disbelief—this sword was completely beyond her understanding.

You must know that during the qi refining period, only when you reach the eleventh level of the 'Feng Palace' can you reluctantly let the true qi leave the body.

Even if Zuo Lingquan really has the tenth level of cultivation, at most, his true energy is clearly visible.

Let's not talk about the problem of true qi leaving the body, among the people Wu Qingwan has seen, no one can strike a sword so steadily.

Normally speaking, it is difficult to control the true qi out of the body. No matter how strong the control force is, it cannot avoid the scattered loss of the true qi out of the body.

But Wu Qingwan could clearly see that the wooden stakes and broken branches cut out by the sword qi on the ground were connected in a line, as smooth as a mirror.

To achieve this step, Wu Qingwan can't imagine how high the requirements for the cultivator's own control are.

Her master, Yue Pingyang, has reached the sixth level of the Spirit Valley, and is well-deserved No. 1 in the Great Dan Dynasty and even the surrounding areas. The body's zhenqi has not been stabilized to this level, and some will always be lost.

Before she saw this sword, she didn't believe that there were monks in the world who could achieve this level, let alone ordinary people who had never practiced.

Is this a monster in human form?

Compared with Wu Qingwanfu who was shocked by heaven, Zuo Lingquan's own reaction was much calmer.

Zuo Lingquan is very confident in his sword. If he had cultivation, he should have shown such killing power!

After the sword was out, the infuriating energy flowing in Zuo Lingquan's body also dissipated, and his bones were lightened by a few taels, and he was even a little tired.He took a sword flower and put the long sword back into its sheath. He turned to look at Wu Qingwan with a small mouth beside him, and smiled:

"Senior Wu, how is my sword?"

how is it?

Oh my God!

Wu Qingwan's eyes were shining, she came back to her senses, and turned around Zuo Lingquan a few times, as if looking at a flawless beauty, she said with shock and suspicion:

"You are just this sword, who taught you?"

Zuo Lingquan wiped the rain on his face, picked up the robe and put it on:

"Didn't I tell Senior Wu that I have been practicing swords since I was a child, and I practiced a thousand swords a day for 14 years, and that's what I know when I say it."

Did you practice it yourself?

Wu Qingwan didn't believe it, but Zuo Lingquan's expression didn't seem to lie anymore.Although she didn't understand how Zuo Lingquan realized this sword, she knew the weight of this sword.

For practitioners, the Qi-refining method is absolutely about accumulating true energy in the body and stabilizing the meridians, while martial arts, magic techniques, talisman, alchemy, etc., are methods of using the true energy in the body.

The easiest way to distinguish whether these methods are good or bad is to look at the efficiency of using one's own infuriating energy.When [-]% of the true qi is displayed, only [-]% of it has an actual effect, and you don’t need to think about it to know it’s a waste; and Zuo Lingquan’s sword skill, the true qi is not scattered at all, it is equivalent to the tenth of the true qi being displayed, and it has played ten percent. The effect is achieved, and the speed is even more exaggerated. It is basically invincible in the same realm, and it is low to describe the superior martial arts.

Superior martial skills and techniques are often more precious than the Qi-refining method, which is the foundation of Lizong. It doesn't matter if Qi-refining is slow. The most important thing for practitioners is time; the martial arts and techniques used to defend against the enemy are life. What is at stake, whoever is stronger when fighting is the difference between life and death.

If Zuo Lingquan's divine sword skills were spread out, it would be self-evident how many people would be jealous. I'm afraid even the nine sects in the south would be interested in watching.

Cultivating one, in the final analysis, it is still a wasteland where the strong are respected, and weakness is the original sin. Wu Qingwan knows this truth.She said solemnly:

"You must not use your sword in front of outsiders. The principle of innocence and guilt also applies to practice. Those 'outsiders' want to take away your sword and use it again. To kill you is not so simple."

Zuo Lingquan is not a child who does not understand the dangers of the world. Seeing Wu Qingwan's solemn expression, he said helplessly:

"I don't have the slightest bit of real anger in me, and I can't show it if I want to show it in the future. How can people be jealous?"

Wu Qingwan just thought of this, secretly delighted in picking up the treasure just now, it dissipated in an instant, and frowned:

"That's true. Light knows swordsmanship, and it's useless if you can't practice infuriating. You can't always take me with you in the future. Before you fight, I'll pass you infuriating two hours. It's better to let me shoot directly."

Wu Qingwan's eyes were full of puzzlement, she raised her hand and pinched Zuo Lingquan's arm:

"How could it be? Just now you can bear the tenth level of cultivation, which proves that the 'Shin Dao point' is stable, and you can use this sword. It also proves that there is no problem from the inside to the outside. How could you not be able to cultivate true energy? As long as I can be sure that you can directly enter the tenth level of refining qi, and with the talent of entering the tenth level at the age of 17, it is easy for you to be a disciple of the inner sect of the nine schools in the south."

Zuo Lingquan also wondered why he couldn't cultivate true qi, but the confusion at this time has been reduced too much than before - since his body can carry true qi, and he can use what he has learned, it proves that he is not unconnected with the Dao, just The method is not right.In the future, all you need to do is continue to practice your own sword, and maybe one day the slump will clear, and everything will pass.

"Senior Wu, let's go back to Phoenix Valley, these things will take your time."

Wu Qingwan also knew that there was no need to rush, she turned her head to look at the destroyed dense forest, her eyes were still amazed, she stopped for a while, and then turned her head three times before leaving.

-----

The spring rain is dense and long, and once it falls, it seems to never stop.

I don’t know how long it took, as the morning light lit up in the east, the mountains and fields near Jiguanling were silent. The disciples of Qihuang Valley who had settled here have turned back, and the lonely men and widows by the stream had long since disappeared. What remained was a devastated dense forest.

The stream was flowing quietly. As the sky brightened, a hare poked its head out of the hole, watched cautiously for a long time, and then ran quickly across the stream. When passing the dense forest, it stopped. It seemed to be curious, What has destroyed this forest into such a state.

An unspiritual hare naturally couldn't understand the reason. After watching for a while, he continued to run forward.

But what the hare didn't expect was that on the unobstructed river beach just now, two wooden stakes were added at some point, causing it to slam into it and fall into a somersault.

"grumble--"

The hare rolled in a circle and got up, looked up, only to find that the two wooden pillars were human legs, so frightened that it jumped three feet high, and quickly got into the dense forest.

On the beach, a man of medium stature stood quietly.

The man was dressed in gray clothes, with a hat on his head, and his hands on his back. His long hair was scattered behind his back, and his hair was gray. He was probably old.

At first glance, the man looked like an aged hunter, but ordinary hunters would never come to this dangerous place, and the one hanging from his waist was not a hatchet, but a long sword with a simple shape, without patterns, and it was mediocre. Strange, the only thing worth noting about the whole body is that there is a white jade sign hanging on the waist, and the front of the sign is engraved with a sword - a sword inserted at the head of the city!

Under the rain, the man ignored the reckless hare and walked to the jungle with his hands behind his back, stretched out his dry fingers, stroked the mirror-like cut on the tree stump, and turned to look at the ground behind him. Zuo Lingquan was standing there. At the position, two footprints were stepped on the ground when the force was exerted, and rainwater had already accumulated.

"Old Lu, do you see anything?"

The mountains and forests were silent, as if there was only one person, but when the voice came out, it was surprising that there was another person above.

At a height of hundreds of feet above the stream, a young man in almost attire sat sideways on a long sword, holding a yellow wine gourd in his hand, and looked at the surrounding mountains and fields in a bored manner.

The old man known as Lao Lu looked a little old-fashioned, his eyes focused on the destroyed jungle, and he said hoarsely:

"The sword's intent soars to the sky. Birds and beasts dare not cry for several miles around. Looking at the sword marks, the incision is smooth and mirrored, and the strength is concentrated at one point without any distraction. Although the cultivation level is too low, but the heat of this sword, I will never forget it for the rest of my life." If you can’t catch up, maybe you will too.”

When the young man heard this, Yu Jian slowly lowered, stopped beside Lao Lu, glanced at the groove about ten feet in the dense forest, and sneered:

"Old Lu, don't be joking, you just cut down a few trees with one sword, and you deserve such praise?"

Lao Lu raised his hand and pointed to the jungle next to him:

"You can't use Linggu's cultivation level, so take a sword over there. If you have the level of this sword, I will give you the sword."

A swordsman wears a sword, just like sending a wife, there is no reason to give it away.

When the young man saw what Lao Lu said, he looked a little more serious. He came to observe carefully, nodded and said:

"It seems to be on fire, what kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Lao Lu's eyes are solemn:

"Sword One!"

The young man's expression was condensed, and he looked like 'you're teasing me':

"One sword in the same world can break all methods, so it can be called 'Jian Yi'. The sword fairy in my Sword Imperial City is like a cloud, and the genius of 'Jian Yi' who understands 'Jian Yi' on his own is rare in a thousand years; and 'Jian Yi' is bound to shoot The sky and the earth change color, this thing only cuts down a few trees, so it is worthy of being called 'Jian Yi'?"

Old Lu squinted at the young man: "The Eight Lords of the Nine Alliances, and the Ten Sword Emperors of Central Continent, who could be able to move Jiuxiao from birth? My generation of swordsmen climbed up from chopping wood; although this sword is too cultivated It is low, but its fire is unmatched in the same territory, and it only takes a hundred years of tempering, and it is not impossible to become a lord of the party.

The young man was dubious. Seeing that Lao Lu was so determined, he could only follow the words:

"This is the site of the Nine Sects in the South. If you are serious about what you say, Lao Lu, after a hundred years, there will be one of the Nine Sects with a sword that is more powerful than my Sword Imperial City. Isn't it a joke?"

"I am afraid that this son is only [-] years old. It is very rare to be able to use 'Jian Yi'. If there is no accident, he will be full of wings in the future, and it is not impossible to suppress my Sword Imperial City for hundreds of years."

"Then what to do, find out and kill it so that there will be no future troubles?"

When Lao Lu heard this, he frowned, with disdain in his eyes:

"No matter how many infancy geniuses are trampled to death, it can't change the fact that they are weak; if you want to make further progress, you can only swing your sword to the stronger. This kind of thinking of yours is wrong in your mind and heart. If you are not strong, you will never make great achievements in your life.”

The young man laughed and said, "Just kidding, the little doll who is not in the Spirit Valley Realm makes me blush even when I use the sword. Then what do you say?"

Lao Lu pondered for a moment: "This place is located on the south side of the barren mountain. It is too remote. I had to go to Jingtai Terrace along the way. I found this sword mark when I found that the surrounding area was a little strange. If this kind of barren place is left here Fend for itself, likely to waste talent or die young."

"Old Lu, do you want to find this person and inherit the mantle?"

"I understood 'Jian Yi' at a very young age. It's almost the same as my master, so I can't teach it. I'm just afraid that the famous sword will be dusted."

The young man nodded slightly and looked at the surrounding mountains: "Although this place is remote, there are many people outside. I see that there are thousands of people in the small sect on the side of the mountain. You, an ancestor of the fairy sect who doesn't know the details, rushed over rashly." If you ask, I will probably scare him to death first. And if Jingtai finds out, we are digging seedlings in the back garden of his house openly, and it will hurt feelings."

"Just keep a low profile. Judging from the size of the footprints, this person should be a man; judging from his killing power, at least the eighth level of qi refining; remaining true qi, the five elements belong to wood. Those who meet these three points should be very good in this small place. It's easy to find. You go to Jing Terrace first, and I'll stay for two more days until I find someone."

The young man sighed: "Alright, I really brought people back, but I want to see what kind of genius he is. It's worthy of your praise, Lao Lu, even leaving me alone."

After the words fell, the young man flew to the sky with his sword, and his eyes reached the sky in the blink of an eye.

Lao Lu glanced around, turned around and walked towards Qihuang Valley on foot

----

ps: This is not the old man with white beard