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Sitting on the old wicker chair in front of Xuanwu Tower, Taoist Jingshou could no longer control his temper. He opened his eyes and sat up. The scene in front of him was somewhat beyond his expectation.
Su Qinian still had his eyes closed, seemingly turning a blind eye to everything in front of him. His figure was tall and straight, and his black hair was fluttering, like a towering ancient green bamboo. Taoist Jingshou frowned at the sight. Such a temperament, in his imagination, It should not appear in a villain like Su Qier, who suddenly succeeds and stirs up trouble.
Not only that, Taoist Jingshou felt that Su Qinian's aura was getting calmer and calmer, and the turtle and snake stakes in his hands actually reached a state of perfection.
Do it!
At this time, the four outer courtyard disciples looked at each other, and four scorching qi and blood burst out instantly.
Boom!
Among the four disciples from the outer courtyard, the weakest one has reached the sixth level of perfection in the "Turtle and Snake Technique". The one with the highest cultivation level is close to the seventh level. Every move of his hands and feet is accompanied by the sound of his muscles and bones. , Qi and blood are booming, and the arm that stretches out suddenly swells up, as if it has become the palm of a giant spirit, the air is pushed, and continuous folds are produced.
The blood of the marrow is brewed into fine wine, and Emperor Pangu opens the sky!
This is a vision that describes the perfection of the seventh level of foundation building skills for martial arts practitioners. The marrow blood is like nectar. In one thought, the whole body's qi and blood surge, and can reach every part of the body at will. The power is condensed, creating a huge transformation, as if In myths and legends, Pangu stood tall and towering over the sky and the earth, and was the god of giant spirits.
Of course, generally speaking, the ordinary seven-level foundation-building skills cannot be as majestic as this disciple now. There are only ten techniques such as Wudang's "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu" that have been deduced and refined by three crazy Taoists in the past dynasties. Only by building up basic skills can we be able to show the vision of this prophecy to the extreme.
The air was distorted, and four horses of sweat and blood descended into the world between illusion and reality. One of them, in particular, almost solidified into substance and let out a long hiss, just like a real creature. The horse was strong and powerful, and its momentum was compelling.
boom! boom! boom! boom!
There were four muffled sounds, and four big hands pressed on Su Qinian's shoulders almost at the same time. One of the packages jingled, and the four outer courtyard disciples' eyes were as bright as fire, and they immediately guessed what was inside.
"What a Su Qier. You came to my Baiyun Peak Outer Courtyard and brought a package of silver. What do you want to do? Win people's hearts, or secretly bribe them to do evil!"
One of the disciples scolded: "The monthly salary of an eighth-grade imperial official does not exceed twenty taels, and he also has to maintain the expenses of his mansion. This package must be at least several hundred taels. Where did you get such a lot of money? You are not a real person." The Lord of Peace will be captured without restraint!"
Um?
The four big hands pressed down, and the four of them exerted their strength together, but found that Su Qinian was not moving at all, and their strength was as strong as a cow in the sea.
"Sitting in the wind and water, the yin and yang Feng Shui flows, and the Tai Chi circle method!"
"How brave! Why are you so arrogant in your cultivation? With the strength of the four of us, you think you are just those half-assed people in Xiaoyao Valley!"
"Sitting in the wind and water, let's move together and use up all his strength!"
Buzz!
Then, the steps of the four outer courtyard disciples took root, their arms drew arcs, and seemed to become soft and soft. The four palms wandered on Su Qinian's shoulders, as if they had really turned into running water, and they gradually felt like they were alive and well.
good!
Jingshou Lao Dao nodded. Although he did not know all of these four disciples, he had met them several times. With their age and cultivation level, especially the fourth form of Turtle Snake Fist, coiled in the wind and sitting on water, which contains the Yin and Yang Feng Shui. The principle is also the foundation-building boxing method that is closest to the round rotation of Wudang Tai Chi among the seven forms of Turtle Snake Fist. And the four disciples who understand it the least have also half-stepped into the third realm of the four realms of martial arts. They understand it by heart and understand it. The one who has the deepest enlightenment is almost perfect in the third level, but the final fourth level depends on chance and cannot be achieved overnight.
After a moment.
"What! You can't move any power at all, it's all empty and powerless!"
"I can't do it either, what the hell! Withdraw your palm!"
The four of them stopped their hands at the same time, retreated violently, and stood still six feet away.
At this time, the four outer courtyard disciples really couldn't keep calm. They had just withdrawn their palms and were not hindered in the slightest. However, the fifteen-year-old boy in front of them was still motionless, not opening his eyes or making any moves. It was a bit unfathomable. For a moment, the four of them looked at each other, unable to make a decision or figure it out.
"How could it be possible? The four of us couldn't take down a fifteen-year-old boy!"
"Weird, really weird. Are the rumors false?"
Now, the four of them are thinking a lot. Although they look down on Su Qinian, they also know that they have lost their status as disciples of the outer courtyard by besieging them like this. Others can't capture them immediately even if they don't move. They can even see the difference, but just because In this way, the four people were unwilling to accept it. They had trained hard for many years, and had even gone down the mountain under the leadership of their uncle from the outer academy. They had seen the ferocious aura of monsters, and had the experience of fighting against each other and walking on the edge of life and death. Now they lost to Su Qinian, they felt a sense of frustration deep in their hearts.
"We also read the books of sages. A gentleman carries his virtues. Now it seems that everything in the past may not be true. Seeing is believing and hearing is false. One person's words may be able to deceive many people, but temperament is difficult to deceive. Human eyes.”
The disciple who had once opened his mouth to accuse Taoist Jingdu took a deep breath and said in deep thought: "The name of a beggar comes first, but we can't be deceived by falsehood, so we should step aside first."
The other three people were shocked when they heard this, and looked at Su Qinian with a somewhat complicated look, still a little unwilling, but in the end their eyes became grand, and their previous efforts in studying and cultivating their character took over.
At this time, Su Qinian finally opened his eyes. He was very calm and did not show any joy at winning. He looked at Taoist Jingshou in front of him and said, "Uncle, are you satisfied?"
Old Taoist Jingshou raised his eyebrows. He has lived for more than sixty years and has seen many changes in the world. The ups and downs in the outer courtyard, many human relationships, children from poor families and rich families, and even those who broke their wings and were reborn, freed from their sins. Sons of officials and officials, various forces are intertwined and intertwined. Even if Su Qinian shows such temperament and law, and has strong military force, he still will not easily agree. How many people have come before and after him, he has seen too many over the years. .
"Who are you to talk to your uncle like this?"
Before Jingshou Lao Dao could speak, a figure rose and fell in the distance. In an instant, he had crossed more than ten feet and arrived in front of everyone.
"Senior Brother Qingluo!" The four outer courtyard disciples said respectfully.
This is a young man who looks like a young man, with slender eyebrows and sword-like eyes, very cold. He is dressed in a royal blue satin shirt and holds a four-foot white iron sword. The blade of the sword flashes with cold light, and there is a cold energy flowing.
"Senior brother..."
One person wanted to speak, but he raised his hand to stop him. Then, those eyes that were sharper than swords fell on Su Qinian.
Foundation building disciple!
It was a unique aura that belonged to the inner family, forming an invisible field. As his gaze fell, it enveloped Su Qinian's body. This field oppressed the physical body, and the physical body was squeezed. Naturally, it also oppresses the spirit.
Su Qinian's thoughts were clear, and his spiritual power was flowing in the ancestral aperture divine court. He could grasp every change of the physical body and spirit, and all kinds of enlightenment came to his mind.
Um?
Qingluo's eyes became sharper. Although he had just established the foundation less than half a year ago, and even the first twelve sects had not yet been opened, the inner family's true energy cultivation had been consolidated. This was a coercive field of true energy, which was not yet common. The fellow disciples of Ji Zhu couldn't bear it at all, and their fighting spirit retreated, and they were defeated before fighting.
But now it seems that Su Qinian is not able to be convinced. It seems that he has some tricks.
"Uncle Jingshou, if you are still not satisfied, please take a look at this sword."
Su Qinian spoke, and for the first time he showed a solemn look in his true energy field. His tone was very calm, but there was a kind of firmness and grandeur between the lines.
The old Taoist Jingshou was stunned, and the four disciples from the outer courtyard were astonished. Qingluo's eyes flashed with light, his sapphire blue satin shirt moved without any wind, his sleeves were flying, and his aura was as sharp as a sword.
Buzz!
There was a trembling sound of the knife. Su Qinian raised his hand to hold the handle of the knife. He pulled out the long green iron knife inch by inch from behind, and an indescribable energy filled the air.
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