Li Xiuyuan, who was lying in the pool, was stunned for a long time without reacting, and stared at the condition of his body. Long Qingfeng's voice came to his mind.
"Disciple Xiuyuan, until you have completely refined this divine dragon fire and developed your own flaming sword power, your cultivation will be locked in the early stage of distraction..."
"My master is also looking forward to the moment when you break out of your cocoon and become a butterfly, soar into the sky and find your phoenix opportunity on the Shura battlefield! Haha, don't blame me, master, I am doing it for your own good..."
Having just climbed to the peak of the third level of Poxu, he was instantly knocked back to his original state of distraction. Li Xiuyuan wailed as he soaked in the cold pool.
Despite this, he still struggled to flow from the pool to the shore, took a deep breath, and planned to break into the waterfall again with his cultivation of the Distraction Realm and the first level of the Divine Dragon Body.
"Crash!" With a cry, he jumped into the waterfall and felt his feet standing on a huge rock on one side. The cold snow water made him shake a little and it was difficult to stand firm.
At the moment, he concentrated his energy and circulated the body of the dragon to stabilize his body. He gathered the immortal energy in his dantian on his right arm and stabbed forward with the Prajna heavy sword in his hand.
What he didn't expect was that the heavy sword in his hand, which could cut through the ground of Ding'an City due to the gathering of immortal energy, could not even be pierced by the river water at this time.
As the snow water rushing down from the waterfall washed away his body, he was already staggering in just a moment.
At that moment, my true energy was sinking. I stood firm on my horse and stepped firmly on the rocks in the water. I calmed down and gradually realized the method of concentrating my energy. As my body sank, the cold pool water reached my waist. ,
However, whenever he wanted to swing the heavy sword in his hand, the river water rushed upward, and a large amount of water poured into his mouth.
If luck forces the big mouthful of water to come out, the inner breath will rise and the soles of the feet will be weak. At the moment, the Qi should be concentrated in the center, and the feet should stand firmly without breathing.
After a while, he pushed his feet up, jumped over the waterfall, and spit out the snow water in his mouth.
After taking a breath, he rushed into the waterfall again, letting the cold snow water rush past his head, and the dragon's body stood in the water like a mainstay.
After calming down his mind, he released his spiritual consciousness to sense the stones and branches in the water flow. However, he was disappointed. In the past, he could easily stab the fallen leaves in the wind with an iron sword, but now, no matter how hard he tried, he could not stab them. Branches in the middle of the river.
Even if it's just a hair's breadth, it won't be able to hit the branch in the waterfall.
Because this is a river that is faster than the river in front of the Academy's Wangyue Stream, and because in his hand he holds a Prajna heavy sword that is five times as heavy as the iron iron.
At this moment, he finally felt what it was like to be a hidden dragon in the abyss, because he was too weak, because a feeling of powerlessness arose. At this moment, he was no longer like a hidden dragon in the abyss, but more like a small insect in the water.
Unwilling to admit defeat, he competed with the twigs in the waterfall, one sword, two swords...a hundred swords...
He practiced until he was exhausted and his feet were shaking, and then he dragged his exhausted body back to the shore.
From jumping into the waterfall, to holding his body, breathing in the cold river water, and stabbing out the difficult sword, he only stayed for half an hour. This half hour was more painful for him than a day of training.
Li Ye lay on the shore like a dead dog, looking at the sky and said: "Master, I know you want me to temper my physical strength, but don't make it so difficult for me!"
You must know that at this moment, he has already cultivated the first level of the Divine Dragon Body. If he were another practitioner, he would probably be rushed out as soon as he entered.
Suddenly, he complained about Long Qingfeng in his heart, and irresponsibly walked away, leaving himself here to practice alone.
When tempering his body, he threw himself into the Dragon Transformation Pond.
When forging a sword, throw yourself a ball of dragon fire.
When practicing swordsmanship, it was even simpler. He just engraved the three sword techniques into his mind.
But he doesn’t tell himself how to practice.
And when he left, he was even more shocked. In order to let himself practice the dragon's fire, he actually imprisoned himself in the early stage of the distraction realm. Didn't he cost half his life in this dangerous Wolong Mountain Range?
The most helpless thing is that he doesn't even have the shame to ask these questions.
Feeling that I had regained some strength, I stood up and put on my clothes and shoes. Holding the sword in his hand, he slowly returned to the mountain stream, returned to the wooden house, and fell on the bed like a dead dog.
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He slept in late the next day and didn't open his eyes until after midnight.
Since he no longer had to forge swords, he got up and roasted two pieces of monster meat to eat. He wanted to ensure that he had enough physical strength to deal with the rushing river water.
After all, Qianlong Zaiyuan's first move hasn't officially started yet.
After finishing the barbecue, I made a pot of tea and drank two cups. Facing the scattered light snow outside the house, I walked towards the waterfall under the mountain stream with my iron sword in hand.
He decided not to practice when the heavy snow came, and just wanted to feel the slightest hint of sword intention.
Sitting under the waterfall, looking at the river flowing down from the cliff, I thought that it was not yet the season of flash floods in summer.
If there is a heavy rain in summer, the power will be even more terrifying. Maybe before the Shura battlefield opens, I can practice here again.
Holding the iron sword in his hand, he thought about the feeling he had when he was standing in the water yesterday. He had the power but could not fully use it. The sword he thrust out clearly reached the edge of the branch, but could not break it.
If you are not careful, you will have to take a mouthful of cold river water. The waterfall is already extremely cold at this time, and it is estimated that it will get even colder in the next few days.
He sat quietly at the edge of the waterfall, circulating the fairy spirit energy in his Dantian, feeling the river water falling from the sky and the branches and stones mixed in it...
He felt slightly better today than yesterday. He rushed into the waterfall and drank the river water without being surprised.
He stood on the rock under the waterfall with both feet as hard as yesterday, stabilized his body, and then used the immortal energy to gather the power of the dragon's body and the power of the immortal spirit in his right arm.
The Prajna heavy sword in his hand slowly stabbed out, aiming at the branches flowing down from the river to spread the small stones.
Today, Li Xiuyuan persisted in the waterfall for an hour. Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer and dragged his body back to the shore.
After practicing in the cold river water for an hour, my strength, which was almost exhausted, slowly recovered.
...
Li Xiuyuan practiced under the huge waterfall until the seventh day, and finally ushered in the first snowstorm in the Wolong Mountains.
The sky was full of dark clouds, the north wind was blowing hard, and the flying snow was falling all over the sky, covering the entire mountain stream with silver makeup, and the waterfalls on the mountain stream were also wrapped in huge mist.
Today's river water was even colder and biting. Under the waterfall, Li Xiuyuan was soaked to the skin. The surrounding water was misty and the glacier roared in. Fear gradually arose in his heart.
Despite this, he rushed into the waterfall as usual, but the water was so strong and cold that he suddenly lost his balance and fell into the glacier, pushing him down into the pool.
But my realm is imprisoned, so I don't dare to try it. Just as he was hesitating, a waist-thick branch rushed down from the river, carrying the power of the glacier, and rushed towards him.
In shock, the immortal spiritual energy and the body of the divine dragon began to circulate violently. With a swipe, he swung out the heavy sword in his hand. With all his strength, he slashed out a sword and split the waist-thick branch out of his body. .
The glacial rush made him sway from side to side, making it difficult for him to stand still.
The immortal energy and the blessing of the divine dragon body allowed Li Xiuyuan to stand at the foot of the waterfall again. He tried to fuse the true energy of Dantian with the physical power of the dragon body...
Turning into a new kind of power, he controlled the Prajna heavy sword weighing 249 kilograms and slashed out the gesture of the hidden dragon in the abyss.
If this method works, then my cultivation power will break through again, and maybe the first move of the Shenlong Sword Technique that I practice will also be advanced because of this hanging waterfall.
At the critical moment of life and death, he thought of the shocking sword in Ding'an City.
The glacier in front of me was so ferocious that I naturally couldn't resist it, so I had to think of some ways.
For example: When you are a stream of water under the abyss...
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On the twelfth day after Long Qingfeng and the others left, Li Xiuyuan decided not to enter the waterfall to practice sword practice again.
He wanted to sum up the gains from his trip to Wolong Mountain and leave here.
He still has some unresolved wishes in the wilderness continent. He wants to try to return to that place and see some people and things. It is his principle as a person not to leave any regrets on his trip.
Three drops of divine dragon essence and blood, currently he has no ability to refine, so he can only refine them bit by bit with the help of water grinding.
The first level of the divine dragon body has been cultivated to great success, but there is still a long way to go before reaching perfection. I couldn't find the Hualong Pond myself, and the master also said that the moment the little dragon left, the essence of heaven and earth inside had been consumed.
The transformation of the Prajna Shura Sword has been completed and it has become his favorite work. He thinks that it will also be a great killing weapon in the Shura Heaven Realm in the future, not to mention that he also has a divine dragon bow.
I finally understood some of the artistic conception of Shenlong Sword Technique. It was still a long way from the small town, and I needed to practice hard.
What troubles him the most is that the divine dragon fire his master gave him can only boil a pot of tea at the moment, and he still doesn't know how far away it is from the furnace to cast arrows.
Not to mention the elusive flame sword intent.
My broken state? Suddenly, his right to walk at night with his brocade clothes was deprived by his master, and he became a monk in the realm of distraction with only the power of his physical body left.
Returning to the unknown land, will that fat Chu Feng laugh at him?
As for all the relatives and friends in Ding'an City, Wangtian City and Fucheng, let's meet again in forty-five years.
Guarding the powerful Wolong Mountains in front of me, I didn't even have a chance to explore the elixir. It seemed that I had to wait until the next time I brought Qing Ying over.
Even if Qing Ying no longer goes to the Shura battlefield, it would be a good idea to leave her here to practice. This is a rare Feng Shui treasure land.
After cleaning himself up and calming down, Li Xiuyuan spent a day wandering around the mountains. He decided to hunt down the two-headed monster and bring it back to the Shura Heaven...
Give it to Master and Qingying, as well as the fat elder in the kitchen, the old-fashioned dean... and that little guy Wei Qing...
It's been so long, I wonder if that guy has broken through to the late stage of Jindan?
And Chu Feng, the little fat boy in the unknown land, under the training of the ancient Canglong, has he broken through to the middle stage of distraction?
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This year's wind and snow in the wilderness came very early, and it was colder and snowier than in previous years.
The Great Wall and the wilderness also agreed to a truce. For a while, the world was as lonely as a hustle and bustle. Outside the towering Great Wall, there was only the whistling north wind and the heavy snow in the sky.
There was no war, and the soldiers of all major legions were hiding in their houses, lighting fires to keep warm, and enjoying the tranquility of the cold winter.
Gui Guzi, who was staying in his small courtyard, guarded the small stove on the table, looked at the sizzling kettle on the stove, and murmured to himself: "You will not abandon your master and run back to your own world alone. Bar?"
"That's impossible. No matter what, I have to come back and meet the master before making a decision."
At this moment, Li Xiuyuan's childish and warm voice came from the door.
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