The first cause of all realms

Chapter 372 Goodbye Henry Zhang!
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The winter is gone, and the spring breeze is coming. It seems that overnight, a little bit of greenery has appeared on the plains, cities, hills, and the earth.

On the top of an inaccessible mountain, there is still snow, and the cold wind is also high.

woohoo~~
In the biting cold wind.Li Chuang stepped on the edge of the cliff and punched slowly. His movements were very slow, but extremely fierce and powerful. A punch and a kick could blow up the wind.

His lower body is also very stable, even if it is a smooth cliff edge, it is not enough for him to step on the ground again.

But what followed was a slowdown in the advancement of martial arts.

"call!"

After a long time, Li Chuang slowly closed his posture, exhaled the turbid air lightly, but it had been blown away, the time was too short, no matter how diligent he was, his inner energy skills still couldn't keep up.

It is still a long way from the point of exhaling into an arrow.

"In four months, a low-level martial art has been practiced to the fifth level. This progress should be considered fast, right?"

Li Chuang cheered up, and after a short rest, he found a nearby mountain again and began to climb.

I don't know how many high mountains there are in the peak forest here, and on the top of each mountain there is something Lin Taoist left him, whether it is food, or books, or the essence of martial arts.

From the initial resistance to the current expectation, it's only a month.

What is there on this mountain?

Huhu~
Man is like an ape, he can't stop jumping up and down, months of experience in climbing cliffs made him no longer timid, and his speed is also very fast. In less than half an hour, he was close to the top of the cliff.

Snapped!
Clinging tightly to the edge of the cliff, with one force, he turned over.

"Let me see what good things the teacher left behind this time..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

In the fierce cold wind, Li Chuang's face suddenly turned red. This cliff is much flatter than the others, and it is no longer empty, but has half of the cliff to block the cold wind.

Several wooden houses are built on the hillside.

But wherever he looked, he was attracted by the beautiful woman who was standing against the wind.

She was still dressed in men's clothes, her skirts were still fluttering, and her long hair like a waterfall fell down to her waist. She didn't see any modification, but she was already unbelievably beautiful.

Staring blankly at the beautiful woman, Li Chuang felt that the fatigue of many days had disappeared. Not only was the cold wind not biting, but it was also scalding hot.

"Qin, Fairy Qin..."

He called out cautiously, hope flashed in his eyes.

then……

Qin Si glanced at him, with boredom flashing in her eyes, she turned and went back to the room without saying a word.

'click'

Li Chuang's heart suddenly felt sour, and he bowed his head sadly. He felt the cold wind was frightening. He couldn't help tightening his clothes, and turned back the way he came.

"I don't know why my uncle is interested in that kid. His talent is not satisfactory and his temperament is average. Such a person deserves to be called 'Qianlong'?"

In the house, Zhao Kun drank his tea one after another. These days, he had been observing Li Chuang secretly, but he really didn't see anything special.

"Then boy Yang is not ten times stronger than him?"

Hearing these words, Qin Si glanced at him: "I don't remember someone saying that before..."

"At that time, this kid was working for the imperial court, but it's different now!"

Zhao Kun snorted resentfully:
"However, thinking about it now, that boy Yang is really a good match. With his talent, Grandmaster is a sure thing!"

"If the rumors are true, this kid really has Dao fruit in his body, so it may not be impossible for him to become a Martial Saint!"

"Disrespect the old man!"

Qin Si snorted softly and refused to leave him.

"Speaking of others, why don't you see your reaction? Alas, you can't keep this girl~"

Zhao Kun sighed a few words, and suddenly smiled and said:
"Don't say that uncle doesn't want you. Before your uncle went down the mountain, I went to the door and asked him to go down the mountain this time to meet that boy Yang. With his old man's intelligence, he must have guessed..."

"You, did you tell Master Uncle?!"

Zhao Kun originally thought that the little girl would be overjoyed when she heard the news, but she didn't expect her face to turn pale, as if she had been frightened.

"What, what's wrong!"

"How can you?! How can you?!"

Qin Si stomped her feet, feeling a little flustered for a moment.

With her intelligence, she couldn't guess Lin Daoren's intentions in bringing Li Chuang back, this, this...

"You, are you going to kill Brother Yang?!"

"what?"

Zhao Kun's face was full of astonishment, such a young man who had betrayed the imperial court and was extremely talented, wouldn't his uncle recruit him?
"If brother Yang died because of me..."

He was slightly dazed, but Qin Si gritted his teeth, pushed the door open and left.

"Are you crazy?! The six doors searched us like crazy..."

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Whoosh!

The cold wind howled, especially high above the sky.

The living dead stood tall, with arms wide open, and the real gang pushed to block the airflow, while the old man lay on top of the big black dog, falling into a drowsy sleep.

After running around for days, his spirit was too tense, and he fell asleep as soon as he relaxed a little. In normal times, he would never be able to sleep on the back of the red-eyed white crane.

"call!"

Yang Jue sat cross-legged quietly, looking at the sea of ​​clouds and wind, the depression in his heart was completely gone.

Having to get out of a difficult situation, there is no more wanted man, and with the red-eyed white crane in his hand, he has the illusion that the world is so big that he can go as much as he wants.

But this is just an illusion. After witnessing the confrontation between the great masters for several days, he has always been tense. This is not fear, but the sense of security he has accumulated from battle after battle, and he has a lack of it.

Because the three great masters he has met, Wei Zhengxian, Duan Qilong, and Lin Daoren, are all dragons and phoenixes among men, and with his current methods, there may not be a chance to die.

This is the case with the Grand Master, but what about the legendary Martial Saint?

"Wu Sheng..."

Set aside a distraction to manipulate the living dead, and with a thought, he entered the cauldron of gluttony again.

In the dark tripod, the newly acquired stone tortoise shines brightly.

【Ingredients: Stone Turtle】

[Level: Ten Capitals]

【Quality: Excellent】

[Comment: The stone turtle carved by top craftsmen, the Dao pattern array on it can accommodate the spirit of a supernatural person, sitting cross-legged on it can calm the mind and nourish the spirit]

[Refinement can be obtained: stone carving method, detailed explanation of Taoism, superior martial arts Yiyang finger, superior kung fu method swallowing evil formula, unique three-kill sword formula (including true gang)]

【Enough energy storage, it can be refined! 】

"The old man's luck is really nothing to say, before it's time to practice the true soul, the absolute skill level true soul will come to your door..."

Glancing at the stone tortoise, the ingredient, Yang Jue clicked his tongue again.

Juxue-level martial arts means that at least one martial artist has pushed him to the tenth rank, while under normal circumstances, superior martial arts are only ninth rank.

The reason why advanced martial arts saints need top-level real skills is because of the top-level martial arts, there is only the tenth grade.

In the same way, if it is not a superior real steel, the furnace it casts is not enough to carry the 'Qi Tong Hundred Apertures'.

The old man was far from that level, and the martial arts at the top level had already been delivered to the door. Thinking of the catastrophe he had encountered, Yang Jue felt that fate in the dark was showing malicious fangs to him.

The difference in the world is too big.

"If such luck is wasted, wouldn't it be a waste of money? But the old man's temperament, if he goes back to Montenegro, he will never come out again..."

Thoughts came to mind, Yang Jue looked at Dingbi.

With the increase of the martial arts he has learned, there are already a lot of various progress bars on the tripod wall.

[Blood exchange progress: No. 13 times, Wu Sheng's first step is to refine the true scorpion, and the second step to melt the blood is not yet completed]

[Supernatural powers: Shidu level: Tongyou (first level), Nine Bulls and Two Tigers (first level), Melting Gold Body Refining (first level)]

[Superior martial arts: Unbeaten Tiangang (second rank), Azure Dragon Nine Kills (fourth rank), Heavenly Will Four Elephant Arrows (sixth rank), Hundred Step Flying Sword (third rank),

Vajra Immortal Body (Level [-]), Buddha Elephant Throwing Skill (Level [-]), Ghost Shadow Capture Hand (Level [-]), Ghost Shadow Illusory Body Step (Level [-]), Secret Whale Swallowing Sea Art (Level [-]) ...]

[Moderate Martial Arts: Zhou You Liuxu (Ninth Level), Beheading Sword (Ninth Level)...]

[The lower form of martial arts: How many times have you completed...]

[No grades: Old Mother Xianger Shiqilu (the fourth best grade), the method of armor tempering (the first best grade), the armor psychic art (the second best grade), the old mother’s essence of splitting mountains (the second best grade)... 】

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"The entry has slowed down..."

Yang prison said to himself.

For ordinary warriors, one high-level martial art is enough to practice for a lifetime, and the outstanding ones in the same rank like Qi Gang, Yu Fengxian, and Yu Lingxian only have two or three high-level martial arts.

And thanks to the cauldron of gluttony, he himself has practiced more than ten high-level martial arts, and at the same time, he has also practiced dozens of middle-level and low-level martial arts.

But even with the experience of many predecessors to learn from, and the environment of refining ingredients can be crazily refined regardless of loss, his progress in martial arts has slowed down.

In fact, he is like this, and other warriors are no exception.

The practice of superior martial arts is far more difficult than the inferior martial arts. In fact, even a great master may not be able to practice all the superior martial arts he has learned to the ninth rank.

The master of Qixuan Sect that he hammered down before, his practice in the Hundred-Step Flying Sword was only at the fifth rank, and this was the basis of his practice of the same root and the same origin as the Ten-Step One Kill for more than 60 years. solid.

What is more difficult than the superior martial arts is unique learning, different skills, and Taoism, and what is difficult enough to make people despair is supernatural powers.

"It's no wonder that the fairy Buddhas in the legends have been retreating for thousands of years, and the entry of supernatural powers is really slow..."

Yang Jue sighed slightly, and his eyes touched the Jiu Niu Er Hu recipe.

The progress of martial arts is slowing down, so the requirements are external. It is generally recognized that the fastest progress of martial arts is the guidance of experts, and the bloody battle of forgetting life and death.

Coincidentally, Liuji Mountain Illusion has both.

"I don't know if my current martial arts can go further..."

hum~
With his thoughts, the recipe of Nine Bulls and Two Tigers shines brightly, and 13 ingredients are engulfed by it and turned into a purer light, submerging Yang Jue in it.

It didn't take a moment for Yang Jue to come back to his senses, but even so, he couldn't feel the concreteness of entering the illusion.

Open your eyes again, and you will see the familiar blood and setting sun and hunting banners again.

"call!"

Looking far away, at this time he is in the vanguard, riding a dragon horse.

At the foot of the distant mountain, in the shadows, there was the Xuanjia Jingqi who was as silent as a Shura, and Zhang Xuanba, whose cape was like fire, and his arrogance was as fierce as a golden-winged roc!
　The six thousand words are over, good night everyone.

　
(End of this chapter)