Mortal Immortal Palace

"Junior brother Zhou, I know you have concerns, but my Song family can provide you with a hundred taels of silver every month!" Song Bing said with a serious face.

A genius disciple who really doesn’t want to give up!

Han Xueji on the side also said at this time. "My Han family can also provide a hundred taels of silver!"

Wang Tongshan looked calm and did not make any promises.

Hearing this, Zhou Qing pondered for a moment and then shook his head, "No, that's not my intention!"

"I appreciate Senior Brother Song's kindness!"

Seeing that Zhou Qing was really not interested, Song Bing could only sigh, "Since Junior Brother Zhou is not interested, I won't force it."

Zhou Qing nodded slightly, handed over his hands and left!

Wang Tongshan looked at his leaving figure and sneered, "I am a genius, so naturally I will look down on the little money you gave me."

"A hot face but a cold butt, please avoid associating with such people in the future."

Hearing this, Han Xueji and Song Bing felt a little uncomfortable.

…

Zhou Qing quickly returned to his room, his eyes speechless.

"This kind of world power belongs to oneself. There is no point in forming gangs. It is still too young to form these small groups."

Thinking of this, he got on the bed and entered the Immortal Mansion directly.

He has completed the condensation of his inner strength and has consumed all the 20-year-old medicine in his hands.

In the next ten days, he will take thirty-year-old medicine to increase his internal strength in the shortest possible time.

The old medicine is quickly collected and new roots are replanted!

Zhou Qing looked at the 30-year-old ginseng in his hand. It was already very full in appearance and had a faint fragrance.

When you take a bite, this ginseng is filled with a hint of rich juice.

After eating a 30-year-old ginseng, Zhou Qing felt like his abdomen was on fire, and waves of heat flowed throughout his body.

He turned over and landed on the ground, and started practicing Vajra Fist directly in the room.

You cannot be seen by others when taking drugs and practicing Qigong, because the redness all over your body is obviously a sign of the impact of the drug.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye. Under the guidance of Vajra Fist, the internal energy was quickly transformed. It turned out that if it were only the thickness of a silk thread.

Now it has grown to be as thick as half a chopstick!

Bang bang bang!

Hoo ho ho!

The fierce fisting wind bloomed in his hands!

Between each wave, there will be a faint sound of breaking the air.

During the operation of his internal energy, his arms were slightly red, at least a little thicker!

After finishing the work, the internal energy quickly returned and turned into a ball as big as a thumb and condensed in the Dantian.

Zhou Qing felt the intensity of the internal energy in his Dantian, "It is about twenty times that of my initial internal energy!"

"The depth of internal strength is generally divided by years!"

"But I take drugs and practice martial arts, so I don't know how many years I can live!"

"But as long as the internal energy can be poured into the sword and the external object, it has reached the ten-year level and can be considered a top third-rate master!"

"It shouldn't take more than a few days!"

With a slight thought flashing through his mind, Zhou Qing continued to take medicine and practice.

…

Zhou Qing held a dagger in his hand, and an internal force extended into his hand.

There was nothing visible on the outside of the dagger, but Zhou Qing could feel that the dagger was connected to his own inner strength.

He raised his hand and waved, and the corner of the table was cut off with one blow.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Ten years of internal strength, three days, twelve thirty-year-old medicine!"

"If I take all the old medicine, I may have thirty years of internal strength!"

"The depth of this inner strength alone is comparable to that of a second-rate master in the martial arts world!"

Bang bang bang.

A knock on the door suddenly sounded.

"Senior Brother Zhou, Master Tang calls everyone over!" Zhou Qing frowned when he heard this, stood up and opened the door.

Outside was a young boy, about fourteen or five years old, looking at him respectfully.

"Wang Yun, do you know what Master Tang called us for? It's noon!"

The young man named Wang Yun nodded quickly, "It seems that someone from the Baifeng Swordsman's Hall is here, and it seems to be for a competition!"

Zhou Qing was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "Let's go!"

In the martial arts training ground of the outer court of Vajra Quan, two Taishi chairs were sitting in front of the lobby door.

People from the two martial arts schools, Vajra Fist and White Phoenix Sword, each stood behind two Taishi chairs.

There were two people going back and forth on the martial arts ground, and they were having a lively fight.

One person holds a steel knife in his hand, and the other person wears two steel fist gloves!

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

The collision of metal made a loud sound!

Zhou Qing walked over and stood directly among the formal disciples of the martial arts school behind Master Tang.

There are not many formal disciples in the martial arts hall, less than ten!

When Song Bing saw Zhou Qing coming, he nodded slightly to him.

Zhou Qing also nodded slightly and looked towards the field.

Among the two people fighting, one of them is Li Chenglong!

A huge roar erupted between Li Chenglong's fists and feet. His internal strength was quite deep, which was completely different from the previous days.

Zhou Qing thought to himself, "It's so powerful. This has at least seven or eight years of internal strength!"

"It seems that Master Tang gave him a little start!"

The person wielding the sword on the opposite side was not bad either. The light of the sword was like water that could not be splashed, and like a peacock spreading its tail, it kept shrouding Li Chenglong.

Once hit, it will definitely end badly.

However, Li Chenglong is a genius, with amazing acumen and intuition for martial arts!

During the operation, he blocked the unpredictable sword light with a pair of iron fists.

With the sound of fists and blades intersecting, huge power exploded in an instant.

The two of them each took a few steps back!

The man with the knife had narrow eyes, boiling breath, and murderous intent. Li Chenglong brought him great pressure.

Song Bing on the side whispered, "Junior Brother Li is really a genius. It's only been a few days, and he has already approached the top third-rate master!"

Master Tang on the side had a smile on his face, covering his beard and said, "Okay, let's stop here!"

"Old Bai, what do you think of my disciple!"

On the side was a middle-aged man in a white robe, with a very majestic look between his eyebrows and a special murderous aura.

Beside him stood a girl, holding a long knife about two feet long in her arms, squinting her eyes and staring at Li Chenglong.

"Yes, you have such internal strength and skills at such a young age. You are a natural born martial artist!"

Master Tang smiled, "What do you think of what I mentioned to you?"

The middle-aged man stared at Li Chenglong for a long time, "Observe him for a while."

"Although he has good talent, his character needs to be further observed!"

Master Tang frowned slightly when he heard this, nodded and said, "Okay!"

"Jackie, come and meet Master Bai!"

Li Chenglong hurriedly walked over and bowed slightly to Master Bai, "Boy Li Chenglong, meet Master Bai!"

Master Bai smiled slightly, "Well, okay."

He was frugal with words, but a smile was enough to show his kindness.

The well-behaved girl on the side also looked at Li Chenglong strangely, but the other people in the Baifengdao martial arts hall glared at him.