Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

After Wen Song's spiritual power recovered, Yin Su also undid his silence technique, "There is not much time left, and I will not hold back from you again."

Wen Song looked at the scars all over his body, and wanted to ask, where did he keep his hand?

However, after the silence technique just now, Wen Song has fully realized the consequences of misfortune coming out of his mouth, and he said obediently: "I also ask Fellow Daoist Yin for advice."

"Ah."

The two separated from each other, and Yin Su Chi Hongxi swung a very ordinary sword.

This sword pierced the night sky, sending a gentle and misty spring breeze. At that time, all things were born together, bright and bright, and when the warm wind came slowly, it made people feel comfortable and ventilated.

Just as Wen Song was immersed in it, the soft spring breeze suddenly turned into thousands of falling rains, brushing against Wen Song's cheeks, causing his side face to bleed.

Under such a warm scene, there were endless murderous intentions.

Wen Song was awakened by the pain. He looked around at the scattered silver threads, and his eyes became vigilant.

The red silk curtain was placed horizontally in front of him, trying to block the pervasive water droplets.

But how can it be stopped?

Spring water is transformed by wind, and wind is everywhere.

Looking at the embarrassed figure struggling in the sword intent, Yin Su's eyes were calm like a pool. At the moment when the rain was about to pass Wen Song's neck, Yin Su withdrew the sword intent and said, "Start again."

Another sword.

Wen Song was surrounded by dense sword intent, there was nowhere to hide, and he couldn't hide, because he knew that if he couldn't break through this sword intent, he would be trapped here endlessly.

While controlling the movements of his body, Wen Song was careful to avoid the fatal raindrops, while thinking about how to break the situation.

Rain is made of weather, but where does the wind come from?

The wind is in the body, and the air moves the wind.

So what if the breath stops?

Wen Song circulated his spiritual power and scattered it in the air around him, trying to control their direction.

Yin Su felt the change of spiritual power in the air, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. He thought that this ugly thing would have to suffer a lot to break the sword intent!

Wen Song wanted to replace Yin Su as the leader of the wind, but even if Yin Su suppressed his cultivation, his spiritual power was much stronger than his.

The warm blood on his cheeks slid down his chin, and when it landed on the stage, it was already warm and cool. Wen Song seemed to have forgotten that there were still large and small scars on his body. He continued to output spiritual power and competed with Yin Su air machine.

During this process, spiritual power burst out from his dantian and traveled to the meridians and acupoints all over his body. When he didn't notice, he began to hit that weak barrier time and time again.

Yin Su noticed the change in his momentum, and immediately controlled the sword intent and Wen Song's spiritual power to maintain a delicate balance.

The film like a cicada's wing kept trembling under the impact of spiritual power. I don't know how many weeks passed, and finally broke through the boundary between Qi training and foundation building. big river.

Because of Wen Song's foundation building, all the spiritual energy in a radius of several miles surged over and poured into his Baihui acupoint with the momentum of galloping into the sea.

Afterwards, this spiritual power was continuously compressed in the dantian, turning from spiritual energy into spiritual liquid, and then from the spiritual liquid to build a foundation layer after layer.

It was already two days and nights after Wen Song finished building the foundation. Before he could feel the changes in his body, Yin Su pulled him into the Hongxi sword, "The Fengwen meeting hasn't started yet, let's go now."

Wen Song was staggered by the pull. He was afraid of falling off the sword, so he hurriedly hugged Yin Su's waist.

As Yujian soared into the air, the two of them stepped into the misty clouds in a breath.

Yin Su looked down at the hands covered with dry blood on his waist, his fingertips moved slightly, and flicked away his wrists.

Wen Song withdrew his hand in pain, "Friend Yin, if you don't want me to hug you, you can also give me a piece of clothing."

He doesn't pick.

Yin Su raised his eyelids to look at him, and lazily said, "Take care of yourself first."

Wen Song looked down at his shabby Taoist robes stained with blood, and obediently performed a cleansing technique on himself, "Fellow Daoist, can you take it now?"

"Ah."

The wind blowing from a distance brought up Yinsu's few strands of black hair scattered on his temples, which set off his sparse eyebrows and eyes, making him look like a fairy.

Wen Song got permission, and happily grabbed the corner of Yin Su's shirt.

When the two arrived at Feng Wenhui, they did not attract much attention.

Only Xiang Shen, as soon as he saw the junior brother who had been missing for three days, walked out of the Yuelingmen team, took Wen Song aside, and asked, "Where have you been these few days? I have gone all over the Nine Yi Sect, but there is no sign of you."

"Also, where did these injuries on your body come from?"

After a closer look, Xiang Shen was even more surprised, "Have you built the foundation?"

"Well," Wen Song said: "Thanks to the help of Fellow Daoist Yin, due to the rush of time, I couldn't send a message to my brother."

Xiang Shen probably understood how the injury on the younger brother's body came about. Not only is the sword repairer good at fighting, but he also likes to advance in the battle. Judging from Wen Song's injury, he should have been beaten badly. He patted him shoulder, said: "After the Feng Wen meeting is over, retreat and consolidate."

"I know."