Too Reckless

The long night is long, and the night rain is continuous.

Zuo Lingquan sat cross-legged with his upper body naked. He always felt that the conversation between the two was a little weird, but he couldn't tell what was weird. 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 under his belly button, and there were some inexplicable things in his body, like a heat current, swimming around his stomach.

The first time he had an intimate contact, he definitely felt uncomfortable, but it was far from painful, so he didn't speak.

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

Wu Qingwan was just trying carefully at first, but gradually she realized something was wrong.

The last time she probed in Phoenix Valley, she didn't continue to probe after the infuriating energy she poured into the sea was like a stone sinking into the sea.

This time, she was a little bolder and kept pouring infuriating 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 limit.

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

"Are you sure you're all right?"

"I'm sure it's all right, but it's a little hot, um... It seems to be spreading from the bottom up. It's actually quite comfortable, just like scraping."

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Wu Qingwan had doubts between her brows. The infuriating qi she was pouring now exceeded the maximum range that the first stage of qi refining could endure.

It stands to reason that Zuo Lingquan has never practiced, and his meridians have never been tempered, so he shouldn't be able to carry it, how can he be like nothing?

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 rocks by the stream like this, 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 'Sea of ​​Qi' to the twelfth level of "God Court", she knows very clearly how much true energy a cultivator can hold in her body at each stage.

There are fifty-two orifice points in Rendu’s second meridian. During the Qi-refining period, the infuriating qi that each orifice point can carry will not differ too much. If we take the Qihai monk as an example, the second-level divine tower is about five more than the first-level one. times; triple dovetails, ten times more than Qihai monks; four times fifteen times, and so on.

She poured the infuriating energy into Zuo Lingquan's body, from the first level, the second level, to the fifth, sixth, seventh...

Gradually, Wu Qingwan started to panic, 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 difficulty.

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 cultivate from the age of six, and they can pass one orifice a year. It takes eighteen years to enter the 12th-level divine court. This kind of talent, in the nine schools in the south, may be a rare genius.

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

In Wu Qingwan's view, the current reaction can only occur 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 feel... I don't know what I feel, anyway, it's not quite right..."

When Wu Qingwan heard this, she was secretly relieved—she was in charge of the second meridian and fifty-two acupoints were all stable, and the true qi contained in her body was about fifty times that of the first-level qi sea cultivator. Going out 70% to 80%, it would take a month to re-refining and filling, she didn't dare to think how Zuo Lingquan could resist.

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 do you 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, thought about it, and said:

"I feel like my whole body is leaking."

"The 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 that the true qi that was finally refined, could not be recovered even if she wanted to.

Zuo Lingquan finally felt the power of those who practiced, and he was about to fall back to the original 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 true energy now?"

Wu Qingwan frowned and said softly:

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

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

He started to practice martial arts at the age of three, and practiced swords for fourteen years. He practiced the same sword. !

Zuo Lingquan may not be able to practice cultivation, but he is very confident in his own sword, so confident that he does not put anyone in cultivation in his eyes, nor does he think that Xihuanggu's swordsmanship is better than his sword.

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

Thinking of this, Zuo Lingquan did not hesitate, carrying a long sword in a 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 she did not follow the fixed methods of swordsmanship and techniques, she would be the same as a secular martial artist who did not exert his strength in the correct way, and could not 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, and Zuo Lingquan, who was naked, stood on the river beach with his hand on the hilt of his sword, his long hair scattered with the mist, and the world suddenly became silent at this moment.

Like last time, Wu Qingwan felt the incomparable penetrating power of the sharp edge, she couldn't tell the truth, but it really existed in front of her eyes.

What's different from last time is that Zuo Lingquan's body is filled with mist, and he can clearly see the water mist from the evaporation of rain, turning into a cyclone around Zuo Lingquan's body, 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 long sword in the green leather sheath in Zuo Lingquan's hand.

"This……"

Wu Qingwan has been practicing for half her life, and she has never seen such a scene~www.wuxiahere.com~ I have never seen it in 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, trying to see Zuo Lingquan's every move.

It's a pity that even though she was staring at it with all her attention, she still couldn't see it all.

cha-

Sword up!

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

The long sword was unsheathed, and the three-foot green front stabbed forward.

The blade was surrounded by blue 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, entwined and circled around the sword's edge, and then swept away with the sword's edge.

咻——

Jian Ming was ethereal and clear, like teardrops falling into a 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 ahead with the trend of destroying the dead and pulling the rot.

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, only Zuo Lingquan, who was naked, stood with his sword in the silent night.

The three-foot Qingfeng pointed at the ground diagonally, and the rain curtain, which was scattered by the air waves, fell down again, and slid down the sword's edge, dripping onto the river beach...

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Thank you [Exiled Immortal zx] for the reward from the leader of the big boss. In the past, there were a lot of big rewards!

Debt (7/328+)

Ten days after the opening of the book, under normal circumstances, it should only have 40,000 words. This is almost 90,000 words, and the number of words in the new book will exceed...

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Sorry, the timing is wrong, and chapter 25 has been changed back.