Chapter 43: Reborn

Style: Fantasy Author: ten walksWords: 3075Update Time: 24/01/12 04:24:39
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Lei Shifeng outer courtyard.

Several deacons of the Jing generation are busy. The preparations for the annual festival of the outer courtyard are not as grand as those of Zhufeng and Zhumai, but there are still some big rules that cannot be sloppy. There are also tenants allocated to the outer courtyard. These days are also here During the settlement period, as a third-rate or above martial arts master, he had no choice but to calm down and deal with all these complex matters with a martial arts mentality.

Therefore, even if the bright moon rises and the night gets darker, there is no sign of rest.

Suddenly, several deacons seemed to have noticed something, and they raised their heads almost at the same time. They looked in the direction of Xuanwu Tower, a little suspiciously, and there were some vague strange noises, but they were some distance away and quickly disappeared.

Shaking their heads, several deacons ignored it. The really important second floor of the Xuanwu Building and above were not easily accessible to outer disciples. They were all equipped with strange formations. Even second-rate masters would not be able to get up to them unless they obtained the general formation order. .

The backyard of Xuanwu Building.

The five-color furnace buzzed, and although the metallic light was cold, it emitted extremely hot Qi. The air was twisted under this Qi, creating fine wrinkles.

Looking more closely, there is something strange about the five-color furnace at this time. The five-color furnace body begins to blend faintly, and the junction turns into a chaotic color. It seems that the chaotic runes from the beginning of the world have an ancient and vicissitudes of life. Qiyun.

call!

When the moon reached its zenith, the five-color furnace vibrated and levitated, revealing Su Qinian sitting cross-legged in the middle.

At this time, compared with a few hours ago, Su Qinian's vitality and blood have really weakened a lot. If the demon soldiers he fought against are resurrected, it can be judged that at least half of them have been exhausted. Just feeling this The thickness of Qi and blood in the stock. At most, it can only slightly surpass the power of a bloody horse.

The most important thing is that Su Qinian looks more peaceful at this time, just like an ordinary young man in the market. There is no trace of extraordinary force.

The five-color furnace turned from solid to virtual and disappeared. Su Qi young breathed out a breath, but it turned into a sharp white arrow with a faint hint of chaos. He punched a hole several inches deep into the hard bluestone in front of him.

After being slightly startled, Su Qinian thought again. From the depths of the void, wisps of innate Qi suddenly seeped out and were swallowed by him.

When the chaotic air flows into the body, it turns into a warm and vital energy, which penetrates into the limbs and bones. When spiritual power enters the body, Su Qinian can see the color of his own flesh, skin, membrane, and even muscles and bones. They were all dyed with a faint layer of chaotic color, especially the decaying blood energy, which was more viscous like chaotic mercury slurry, crystal clear, without any variegated color.

At this moment, the tempering of Qi and blood has been advanced to 42%, and there is still 56% left. It cannot be done overnight. Su Qinian estimated that with his current throughput of penetrating 110 dark orifices. Without external help, it would probably take at least two or three years to reach perfection.

During this period, all the primordial energy of heaven and earth was used to temper the qi and blood and remove impurities. This body of energy and blood cannot be restored and will continue to decay. As for the true power of cultivation, Su Qinian's eyes were warm. He took one last look at the sleeping turtle in front of him and walked out of the Xuanwu Tower.

Even if the night is deep. In the outer courtyard of Lei Shifeng, Su Qinian could still vaguely catch the faint sound of swords, and the disciples in the outer courtyard did not rest, practicing swords in their own courtyard and understanding the principles of swordsmanship.

"It seems that the New Year Festival Competition is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and they all want to compete for the top spot and get a good ranking."

Su Qinian thought to himself: "But I can roughly tell that the whole Wudang looks calm, but in fact there are undercurrents surging inside. How many disciples of famous families have become disciples of Wudang, but only half of them are disciples of poor families. Among them, many forces are entangled, and sooner or later there will be If there is trouble, and there is Xiaoyao Valley, there must be many officials' children who have established their foundations and become disciples of the outer court. These people are the most troublesome. The relationships in the court in the early years were intricate and infiltrated into the martial arts world. These people are the most dangerous, so speaking of, One of the reasons why I received the Qingyang Peak inheritance is that these Wudang disciples are hostile to me, and the bigger reason is because of the imperial court."

Thinking of this, Su Qinian shook his head again. He didn't believe that the top figures at the top of Wudang could not see clearly. He was afraid that they had other plans, which he could not guess.

"These are all things that the leader, Ning Tongtong, have to worry about. I think too much about it. This annual festival competition in the outer courtyard is what I want to pay attention to."

Su Qinian's eyes narrowed slightly. "Qingyun Ladder", a second-rate light skill belonging to him at Qingyang Peak, had to be taken back no matter what.

The most important thing for Qingyang Peak to be re-established is to win the hearts of the people. Only when people's aspirations are met and there is no obstruction can the mountain gate be reopened smoothly.

In this year's festival competition, overcoming obstacles and competing for the leader's position is also to unite people's hearts, gather people's hearts with force, and overwhelm people's spirit with strength, bringing their hearts closer together, and naturally giving rise to a sense of identity.

This is Su Qinian's current understanding. After walking out of the Xuanwu Tower, he felt that his mental power was very active, ready to move, and the blood in his body was faintly stirred. This was because he sensed enough savings and wanted to hit the "****" chapter. Three levels of skill.

"It seems that the practice of "****" is not just about accumulating energy and blood to attack the star orifices. The practice of soul-deterring techniques also involves the principles of this world. The principles can be transformed into power. They are not illusory, just like Now, I guess the human heart, and it coincides with the essence of the soul-destroying technique, which makes me master this spiritual martial arts to a new level. If I use it again, I can show 120% of the effect with 100% of my strength."

Along the way, Su Qinian continued to figure out his own body. During this trip to the outer courtyard of Lei Shifeng, he gained so much that it can be said that he was reborn. The most important thing is that he has stepped onto the ninth level of "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu" of practice.

This is unusual. There are unwritten rules in Wudang. When you enter the ninth level of "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu", you can be promoted to an entry-level disciple without building a foundation. You can carve a life tablet and place it in the back hall of the ancestral hall.



Returning to Qingyang Peak, Qingyu and the two have not returned yet. Su Qinian came to the dry Qingyang Spring. The sword mark appeared between his eyebrows. Suddenly, the stars changed and he entered the spiritual world of Zhenren Jiyuan.

There seems to be no night in the Yuanshen world belonging to Master Jiyuan. There are disciples coming and going, discussing the changes in swordsmanship and Qinggong from time to time. Some have solemn expressions, while others are full of joy, as if they have just figured out some pass, and there are others He just looked old-fashioned and stern, but unfortunately, none of this was true. Su Qinian stretched out his hand and passed through these disciples.

Only now did he vaguely understand the terrifying power required to maintain such a huge illusion. At least it was impossible for him to do it now.

Looking at the clear blue jade-like spring water in front of me, the cold air is rising, but it is real. This slogan says that Qingyang Spring, one of the top ten ancient springs in the world, has miraculous effects on tempering weapons. Psychic magic weapons are very good. The large ancient spring cannot be quenched. If the Wuhenbao soldiers can be tempered by the spring water, they will probably be able to reach a higher level.

Precisely because of its preciousness, Su Qinian and the others have no intention of taking out the spring water. The inheritance is difficult to seize. However, the common man is not guilty and the jade is guilty. The temptation of Qingyang Spring is real gold and silver, and even more. It has an extraordinary meaning, and it can never be brought to the world without sufficient assurance.

In front of the Qingyang Palace, Su Qinian did not see Zhenren Jiyuan. The martial arts arena was empty. With a thought, he walked out of the Qingyang Palace and walked into the vast mountain mist. After half a stick of incense, he climbed to the top. Suddenly, warm sunshine fell on his head. , a blue-white sun glowing with golden light hung high in the sky.

On the edge of the cliff, the figure of the young Taoist priest turned his back to him. He seemed to sense something and slowly turned around. His eyes glanced at Su Qinian and then stopped.

After a few breaths, the young Taoist priest seemed to see something, and the sharpness in his eyes sharpened.

"Take the knife!"

Without any warning, the young Taoist priest took action. The snow-white and slender blade seemed to absorb all the light and condensed all the sunlight. An extremely majestic but sharp edge was locked on Su Qinian.

Clang!

The hairs all over his body stood up, but Su Qinian was not frightened. The green iron sword was unsheathed instantly. There was no energy and blood all over his body, but when the sword fell, it was like a flash of lightning, and three inches of transparent energy condensed on the blade. , this is because his knife is too fast, it actually compresses the air and condenses the air blade light on the blade.

Unmoved by the young Taoist's sword skills, Su Qinian cut the knife, and the blades collided. A strong wind centered on the two of them and swept out in all directions. The air wrinkled and surged like a big wave, shaking the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain. scattered.

"Come again!"

The young Taoist priest turned his sword, and a four-inch-long blood energy sword light actually condensed on the tip of the sword. His back was straight, and the long sword seemed to shuttle between nothingness and reality, penetrating light into every corner.

This strike was beyond Su Qinian's imagination. Just now, he intercepted the young Taoist priest's sword realm with the third strike of his life-saving sword. Now, this strike was no ordinary change and seemed to involve a more advanced spiritual realm.

As soon as his eyes were straight, Su Qinian activated the spiritual power in the Zuqiao Divine Court. He merged with the sword and barely blended into the sword realm. As soon as the power of his sword changed, the whole person's character and temperament became as bright as the scorching sun in the sky. Two invisible knife blades collided in the void, and the air was torn apart, revealing pale vacuum knife marks.

"good!"

The young Taoist priest's eyes became brighter, and before he could use his sword skills, he changed again. He exuded an extremely strong aura of majesty, and towards the direction of the snow-white sword, it seemed that the eyes of the gods were falling, rewarding good and evil, punishing the gods, and controlling life and death. Reincarnation.

As soon as the knife came out, Su Qinian suddenly felt the strong smell of death. He took a deep breath, and the energy and blood that had not been evident suddenly surged to the extreme.

boom!

It's okay if the energy and blood are not activated at full strength, but as soon as it is activated, there is a thunderous sound. (Please subscribe, please give me a monthly ticket. Genuine subscription is the greatest support for Shibu. Shibu urges everyone to come to Qidian Chinese website to subscribe to Chunyang.) (To be continued.)