I, Panda, am super fierce!

In just a split second, the figures of the two people on the stage completely disappeared.

The cultivator of Huashen thought a thousand miles away. Normally, Yi Zhou didn't feel much about this sentence, but only now did he have a real feeling.

Eyes narrowed, Yi Zhou stared at the bottom without moving, but he could only see traces in the corner of the robe that occasionally flashed by.

The female cultivator next to her was a little higher than Yi Zhou, but she couldn't see anything. She glanced at the person next to her, and moved her lips to Yu Qiong's side: "Master, I can't see anything down here."

"You know how to be lazy on weekdays, but now you know how to call out? You are not even qualified to watch other people's competitions because of your low cultivation level." Yuqiong stretched out her finger and pointed her head, with a helpless face.

The two people below are fighting non-stop, their moves are exquisite, with their own understanding of the Tao.

Yuqiong didn't want her favorite junior to miss this opportunity, so she said, "I have a magic trick, you should remember it clearly."

When she was talking, she glanced at the little boy next to her, and she didn't shy away from it.

Yuqiong's voice is gentle and soft, but the words she speaks are like dialects, making it difficult for people to understand.

But the strange thing is, even if he didn't understand the meaning, Yizhou's mana gradually became agitated, and with Yuqiong's voice, he walked out of a line that he had never traveled before.

His eyes were slightly hot, and the world seemed to slow down in his eyes. Yi Zhou lowered his head and looked at the platform again.

On the platform below, the two people who could only occasionally see the corners of their clothes finally had blurred figures, but this was not enough, he still couldn't see their movements clearly.

As if being controlled by something, Yi Zhou subconsciously sped up his mana, and the surrounding aura was sucked in by him, poured into his body, circulated one cycle after another, refined it, and added it to the constantly consumed mana.

The female cultivator was still pestering Yuqiong to let her explain the secrets of the exercises clearly, when she suddenly saw that the master stopped talking.

The surrounding aura fluctuated so much that the female cultivator could detect it with a little perception. She turned her head to look at the little boy next to her, her mouth slightly opened.

After a while, he slowly turned around and smiled flatteringly at Yuqiong.

"You." Yuqiong hated iron for being weak, sighed, and explained the secrets of the exercises to her in detail.

The uncle and nephew next to each other taught the other, but Yi Zhou didn't hear a word.

The blur in the field of vision gradually became clear, and there seemed to be the sound of a sword ringing in his ears. With the mana running to the fastest speed, Yi Zhou finally saw the movements below clearly.

The monk from the Taixuan Sect jumped to the top of Si Heng's head, and the tip of his sword stabbed down with majestic momentum.

Yi Zhou's heart was beating fast, his eyes were wide open, and fine sweat broke out from his forehead.Before he could make a sound, Si Heng blocked the attack with his sword in his hand.

As soon as the two of them went up and down, their postures did not change, and they continued to change moves in their hands. Although there was no winner, it could be clearly seen that the monk from the Taixuan School had an advantage.

Yi Zhou was anxious, wishing that Si Heng would regain the upper hand immediately.

His line of sight is divided into two parts, the bottom is a blue dragon, and the top is a flaming tiger. It is said to be a dragon and a tiger, but in fact the two are very different from monsters. Whether it is a dragon horn or a tiger tail, it looks like a sword. shape.

Rather than saying it is a monster, it is better to say it is the embodiment of the sword intent of a sword repairman.

As soon as a dragon and a tiger appeared, they continued to entangle and bite, and in the center of their confrontation, small whirlpools appeared one after another.

That was Ling Lie's murderous intent in the confrontation of sword intent.

Canglong has always been at the bottom, the position is unfavorable, and the tiger has repeatedly succeeded.

Naturally, Si Heng would not let himself be at a disadvantage all the time, the tiger entangled and separated, the blue dragon opened its mouth and roared, swept its tail, and the scales on its body fell off and flew up, flying upwards.

The tiger temporarily avoided the sharp edge and got out of the way, but its tail swept across, blocking the Scaleless Azure Dragon's path, preventing it from turning over.

The blue dragon that had taken off its scales was no match for the fierce tiger. When the wind fell on this side, Si Heng was suppressed even more severely by the Taixuanzong monks on the other side.

Just when Yi Zhou was anxious, the flying scales of the Canglong condensed into a dragon-shaped sword in the sky.

Compared with the dragons on the ground, the dragons in the sky are much smaller in size, and they rushed down as soon as they took shape.

The monk Taixuanzong had been on guard for a long time, and the tiger turned around and slapped it with a palm, and the dragon tooth that was about to pierce his abdomen was swept away.

Two dragons and one tiger entangled several times, and finally the dragon-shaped sword intent won by numbers, and the tiger gradually fell into a disadvantage.

"Interesting." The monk of the Taixuan sect sighed, not wanting to fight, and after a single move, the monk and the tiger retreated together.

The tiger faded away, and the dragon-shaped sword was more powerful. Si Heng never passively defended. He turned around slightly, and when he appeared again, he was already in mid-air.

The dragon-shaped sword is meant to spin around him, and the monk standing tall looks like a king who controls the world, making the common people bow their heads.

The pressure on the monks of the Taixuan School suddenly increased, and countless people shouted orders from the other side where no one could see: "Kneel down!"

It was the first time for a monk of the Taixuan sect to see this kind of sword intent, and his eyes were filled with fighting intent. He ignored the pressure on his body, vacated his body, and blocked the sword that was slashing towards him.

The two abandoned all kinds of subtle moves and only used basic sword moves to fight against the enemy. However, the sword moves that had limited changes and were easy to find flaws in the hands of the two became extremely different.

Occasionally, when Yi Zhou practiced swords, he would think about where a certain move should be used in the bottom of his heart, and also thought about which moves would be more lethal if separated.

But he never knew that sword moves could be used in this way, the more he watched it, the more excited he was, and he wished he could find someone to practice it now.

The monk of the Taixuan sect blocked Si Heng's sweep with one hand, stepped back a little and said with a smile: "You actually asked me to teach your apprentice how to practice swords, why don't your apprentice let me forget it."

"Don't even think about it." With a cold expression on his face, Si Heng raised his sword and caught up again. The two confronted again, but this time it was not limited to basic moves.

The two came and went, refused to give in to each other, and didn't care about the scars on each other's bodies.

"Come and try the move I just realized." Once again, the monk of the Taixuan sect looked at Si Heng with his beard and hair flying, his tiger-shaped sword intent spread out, and he whispered a few words: "A spark can start a prairie fire. "

As his words fell, the sky and the ground were filled with dots of red light. The red light grew up when exposed to the aura, sprouted and bloomed, and the buds were also bright red. Each flower had five petals. After blooming, the petals fell off and fluttered with the wind. drift.

Those petals are extremely beautiful, but since they are regarded as a bottom-of-the-box technique by monks of the Taixuan sect, they don't only have the advantage of being beautiful.

Si Heng sideways avoided the petals floating towards him. The petals walked for a while, then fell as if losing strength, and then repeated the previous process-rooting, sprouting, growing, and blooming.

Each flower has five petals, and each petal becomes a flower, gradually squeezing the space where Si Heng is.

Only in this short moment, the petals of the third crop fluttered again.

Si Heng's face froze, the blue dragon took off, took a long breath, and countless floating petals were sucked into its mouth.

But the blue dragon who swallowed the petals didn't feel well, and immediately let out a wail, and his figure shrank a circle accordingly.

That was the manifestation of his sword intent, and Si Heng naturally knew it best. Just that one strike, one-tenth of his sword intent was consumed.

And there are more flower petals in the surrounding area that have not been swallowed by Canglong. This matter has already taken root.

Si Heng believed that this sword move could not just fall to the ground and bloom so easily, he would not mistake the sharp sword intent in the bright red petals, if they waited until they grew more and more, and the sword intent recondensed into shape...

The eyes of the two people inside and outside the circle met for a moment, and each understood the other's thoughts.

The monks of the Taixuan Sect are at the end of their strength, as long as Si Heng can rush out, he can finish him with a sword.

It was not difficult for him, but neither of them liked this way of winning.

Si Heng swung his sword and cut off a petal. The moment the petal broke, the sword intent struck him, and it dissipated before he got close.

A single sword intent is not strong, Si Heng has a bottom line in his heart, thinking of his appearance when he just condensed his sword intent in the later stage of Jindan.

At that time, he went out to solve a matter affiliated with the sect, and when he came back, he passed by a mortal country.

That country was in war with its neighbors, and there were countless casualties on the border, but the capital was singing and dancing.

Out of curiosity, he sneaked into the palace, and happened to meet the emperor discussing matters with his ministers. Hearing the number of casualties in this war, the emperor did not react much. He just drew 20 elite soldiers from the other two places and invested them in the palace. war.

Most monks think that the life of a mortal is similar to that of an ant, and Si Heng is no exception. But after seeing the war with his own eyes, he was a little puzzled by the emperor's behavior of letting so many people die so easily.

He stayed in the capital for three months, and after the emperor recklessly increased his army twice more, the war was finally won.

Si Heng also knew the reason for the battle as he wished—it was just for a rumored treasure.

He felt angry, but it was also the first time he knew what happened in the history books he read when he was a child, when the emperor was angry, lay down millions of corpses, and bleed for thousands of miles.

Si Heng had a realization. He stayed in that mortal capital for ten years. Ten years later, when he first realized his sword will, the first thing he did was to change the world for that empire.

Thinking of everything before, Si Heng sighed, his gaze was far away, and the blue dragon around him also let out a low groan, and split apart, turning into countless little dragons with the thickness of fingers, swallowing those things in one gulp before the buds around them opened. Down.

The sword intent clashed with the sword intent, the sword intent that burst from the flower bud was swallowed up in the little dragon's belly, and the contest between the two disappeared.

There are fewer and fewer flower buds around, and finally disappear.

The Taixuan monk blushed and spat out a mouthful of blood, he wiped it off indifferently, and looked at the monk who came out not far away, with visible admiration on his face: "Yes, the last trick was very clever. "

"Thank you." Si Heng nodded.

In fact, he didn't feel well either, the mana in his body was exhausted, and his viscera ached from the impact of the sword intent.

To say that the only one who is a little stronger than the monks of the Taixuan sect is probably not vomiting blood.

Naturally, it was impossible for the two of them to meditate immediately, and the Taixuan monk turned and left after admitting defeat.

Si Heng raised his head, recognized the location, and flew towards a mountain top.

On the top of the mountain, the female cultivator was startled when she saw someone suddenly appearing, and just about to cry out, she was glared at by Yuqiong.

The female cultivator who was reminded did not dare to speak again, and stared at Si Heng's face for a moment, before blessing him with a blushing face.

Although he was injured in the competition just now, the external injury has long since healed, and Si Heng did not show the internal injury.He stood in front of the two of them, not even a strand of hair was messed up.

Li Hentian's cultivators are all women, and men are only seen in those two mortal empires. This kind of handsome, high-level female cultivator has never been seen.

A pair of beautiful eyes can't stop lingering on the man, and the female cultivator shows obsession.After reacting, he felt that this was too unreserved, so he looked away again, turned slightly sideways, and showed a good-looking side face to the monk.

However, the man didn't even look at her, and after nodding at Yuqiong, he fixed his eyes on the little boy next to her.

The female cultivator lost her temper when she saw this little boy. Before he understood things too quickly, he was told by his master. Afterwards, he watched and watched, and for some reason closed his eyes and began to practice.

After the uncle found out, he didn't let himself talk anymore, but she had never been a quiet person, after such a long time, she was almost suffocated.

If it weren't for the fact that she was still a little afraid of the uncle deep in her heart, the female cultivator might have left long ago.

Fortunately, he didn't leave.She thought to herself, and glanced at the man who had just arrived.

If you leave, you won't see such a good-looking person.

Thinking of this, the corners of the nun's mouth raised unconsciously.

After laughing, she felt sorry for herself, thinking that her cultivation base is so low, the two of them will definitely not have any results.

Si Heng used basic swordsmanship with the monks of the Taixuan School before because he knew that the young apprentice was watching, and originally just wanted to remind him, but now it seems that the result is a bit unexpected.

Looking at the little guy who had fallen into an epiphany in front of him, Si Heng felt a little surprised.I don't know how many people will criticize the injustice of heaven, and the epiphany that others may not encounter once in a lifetime is not much more difficult than eating with his apprentice.

And both times it was watching him use the sword to achieve enlightenment, Si Heng thought, or he would use the sword in front of the little apprentice in different ways every day in the future.

This idea is too unreliable, but Si Heng got some inspiration from it, and it must be right to let his apprentices see more things in the way of swords in the future.

He waved his hand and set up a formation beside Yi Zhou, then turned around and looked at the two people next to him: "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for protecting the disciples."

"It should be." Yu Qiong nodded and smiled: "Your disciples should still have some time to do this, so we won't bother you here. Fellow Daoists should know the way when they go back."

Si Heng nodded: "I know."

After Yuqiong finished speaking, she pulled the female cultivator on the side and left.

The female cultivator was still immersed in the sadness of having a lover without a family, and she exclaimed when she was pulled away by Shi Bo. Even after leaving for a long time, her eyes kept staring at Si Heng.

"Are you interested in him?" Yuqiong asked after getting into the carriage.

The female cultivator's cheeks were stained with a tinge of red, she lowered her head and stammered, "Student, disciple, there is no disciple."

Yuqiong kept staring at her, seeing her inappropriate denials, she didn't deny it, and just said no.

"Why?" Hearing the master's understatement, the female cultivator became unconvinced again.

Yuqiong sighed in her heart, for a moment she didn't know whether it was right or wrong for the patriarch to move the sect into the cave. She looked at her favorite junior and asked, "Do you know how old he is?"

The female cultivator shook her head: "I don't know."

"More than 500 years old." Yuqiong asked again: "Do you know how his cultivation is?"

Originally, according to the age, the female cultivator actually wanted to say the Nascent Soul or the out-of-body period, but thinking of Yuqiong's attitude towards him when they got along with him before, the female cultivator finally chose the extremely impossible answer.

"Should, it should be about the same as Master Uncle."

"He is a little higher than me. He is in the middle stage of transformation, but he is half younger than me." Yuqiong turned her head to look outside the carriage, and said lightly: "You are nearly two hundred years old this year. Baby, I can still try to match you up, but you are only at the middle stage of Golden Core."

Yuqiong sighed as she spoke, and said nothing about the rest.

Originally, when Yuqiong was in cultivation base and age, the female cultivator was just marveling at the high talent of that person, but after hearing the words that followed, she couldn't help but her eyes turned red.

"I see." She spoke after a while, and the girl's voice was slightly hoarse: "I even said that I didn't mean anything to him, uncle, what are you talking about?"

Yi Zhou meditated for three days.

He marveled at the subtlety of the two's counter moves, and at the same time was inspired to discover many different moves that he hadn't thought of before.

Yi Zhou was eager to prove it, but the venue was limited, so he began to practice those changes in his mind.

He divided himself into two figures, imitating Si Heng and the monk for a competition. At first, the moves of the two figures were the same as those of the two below. When the two changed their moves again, Yi Zhou closed his eyes. .

And the two figures in my mind continued to evolve according to the previous actions.

Those moves that he dreamed up were full of flaws at first, and as the two figures fought, the new combos were constantly improved until he couldn't find any mistakes.

The figure in his mind kept moving, and his body never stopped absorbing spiritual energy.

The dharma taught by Yuqiong no longer works, and all the mana returns to the lower dantian, walking around Zhou Tian with aura.

The spiritual energy was continuously refined into mana to supplement it, and the mana circulating in the body became thicker and thicker. Not only did the meridians become swollen and painful, but even the dantian was almost unbearable.

With a barely audible cracking sound, a very fine crack appeared in the dantian that had been stretched to the extreme. The crack was quickly repaired by the influx of spiritual energy, and then it was stretched open again.

Yi Zhou was immersed in the move practice, and had no decision on what happened to his body, but frowned slightly at the moment the crack appeared.

Cracks in the dantian and the meridians are still appearing, with repeated destruction and repair, the realm that would have taken a very long time to cross was completed in just a few days.

When Yi Zhou finished practicing the last trick in his mind and opened his eyes, the meridians and dantian in his body were already a circle larger than before entering meditation.

It took him less than a year to go from the early stage of foundation establishment to the middle stage of foundation establishment.

Yi Zhou finished looking inside and let out a breath.The refreshing feeling of the small realm is not great, but the meridians are broadened and can accommodate a little more mana.

So he wasn't too surprised, and thought it was a side effect of the practice of sword moves.

It was very dark, and there were no sun, moon and stars in the cave.Whenever the sun rises outside, a burning fireball will appear in the sky here.

In this kind of pitch-black place, Yizhou's cultivation in the foundation period was nothing to worry about. He opened his eyes and tried to look around, but he could only see a faint shadow beside him.

"Are you awake?" the shadow asked.

He had heard this voice countless times, and just hearing one syllable made him settle down.

Yi Zhou opened his hand in the direction of the figure: "Master, I can't see."

He smelled a cold fragrance on the tip of his nose, and touched the chest of a sword shadow with his hands, Yi Zhou fumbled to put his arm on the man's shoulder: "Are you guys finished?"

"It's over." Si Heng led the people back and asked, "How does it feel to be in meditation this time?"

"Well, I can't tell." That kind of feeling is very strange, Yi Zhou feels that he is omnipotent in it, but after waking up, his memory of those combos is gradually blurred.

As he thought about it, he expressed his state in words little by little.

"I can't forget it." Si Heng said to him: "When you lift the sword again, your body will automatically remember it for you."

"Really?" Si Heng's words reassured Yi Zhou, and he said a little excitedly, "Then I'll try it when I go back."

"Not in a hurry." Si Heng reached out and pinched his body, causing the person on him to cry out in pain. He frowned and said, "You have to rest first."

Yi Zhou grinned in pain, and asked, "Did someone beat me while I was in meditation?"

"No." Si Heng's tone was quite helpless, and he explained the whole thing clearly to his apprentice.

Although the cracks in the meridian dantian have been repaired completely, the pain after repeated damages will not disappear from the body immediately.

After Si Heng finished speaking, his tone was a little worried: "Your breakthrough in cultivation is too fast, so you have to suppress it. Otherwise, you won't be able to improve your mood, and you will have a hard time when the Golden Core Tribulation occurs."

"How should I press it?" Yi Zhou naturally listened to his master. He rested his chin on Si Heng's shoulder and asked while relaxing his body.

"It's not difficult."

Si Heng spoke slowly, telling his apprentice how to spend more time polishing his current state.

The master and the apprentice asked and answered, and as they talked, Yi Zhou's voice began to become intermittent.

His mind has been running at high speed for the past few days, and his body can't stop. Although he hasn't moved a step, he is indeed exhausted to the extreme.

The body in his hands became soft, Si Heng lifted the person up, and then accelerated the flight speed, and arrived at the small courtyard where they lived in a short time.

People from Taiyanzong haven't seen him for a few days, even if there is a letter from Lihentianmen, they don't feel relieved.

Before Si Heng entered the courtyard, he saw a figure approaching from a distance.

After Xuanyan saw him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.Although Si Heng is the leader in name, Xuan Yan is in charge of almost all the big and small things along the way. Coupled with the worry and fear these days, he can't help but bring some blame in his tone: "I don't compare myself to the sect when I'm outside." Brother, next time you go out, you might as well leave a message, so as not to worry others."

After he finished speaking, he saw Yi Zhou sleeping on Si Heng's body.

With his cultivation base, he immediately noticed the improvement of this nephew's realm.

"This is?" He pointed to Yi Zhou and asked in surprise.

How long has it been since the acceptance ceremony!

Si Heng looked down at the sleeping apprentice with a soft expression, but he didn't answer the question Xuanyan wanted to know the most: "I'm tired and fell asleep."

After speaking, she nodded slightly to Xuanyan and walked past him.

Taking the apprentice to his room, Si Heng searched and found an unused wooden barrel in the storage bag.

The wooden barrel is a bit small, less than three feet high, and it is difficult for an adult to sit on it.

But this size is just right for Yi Zhou.

Spiritual liquid was poured into the bucket, and some spiritual milk was added.

After Si Heng heated up the water, he took off his apprentice and put it in.

Yi Zhou slept very deeply, and he didn't show any sign of waking up even after being teased. Only when Si Heng used magic power to soothe his body, he would make two humming sounds.

Seeing him like this, Si Heng stopped the movement of his hands, and moved up with one hand to pinch the flesh on the apprentice's face: "Like a pig."

The pinched person tilted his head, escaped from the hands of the Demon King, and then hummed again, as if responding.