A ray of sunlight reflected on the young man's delicate cheeks through the window paper, the warm sunlight was extremely comfortable, Song Xuan slowly opened his eyes, a fine light flashed by, and then stretched his waist, and after a crackling sound, Song Xuan groaned comfortably.

I've been immersed in cultivation these days, and I haven't felt so relaxed and enjoyable for a long time, and the process of cultivation is undoubtedly boring, but the harvest is also gratifying.

Hard work may not be rewarded, but if you don't work hard, there will be no return, the so-called God rewards hard work, this is the truth.

Walking on the fields in the countryside, there was a green patch as far as the eye could see, which made Song Xuan's mood very calm and relaxed.

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After walking for about half an hour, Song Xuan was suddenly stopped by two strangers, one of whom said: "Boy, I opened this mountain, I planted this tree, if you know each other, quickly hand over the valuable things on your body." ”

Song Xuan examined the two of them, and they were only five levels of strength, but they still pretended to be very afraid, and said, "Big brother, please, don't kill me, I have a lot of money in this ring, give it to you." ”

Humpty Dumpty and Scarface saw the space ring on Song Xuan's hand, their eyes suddenly lit up, and a thick look of greed appeared on their faces, and they were about to grab it.

The space ring is already a luxury for people of their level.

"Wait, two big brothers, I don't know which of you is the best, I want to give him all my money and beseek, in order to seek his protection. Song Xuan's eyes rolled and he thought about it.

"Of course I'm the best, give it to me. Scarface said hurriedly.

"Fart, I'm the best, it's all mine. Humpty Dumpty said angrily.

The two of them looked at each other angrily, and immediately fought, and no one cared about Song Xuan.

"Okay, good fight, left hook, straight punch, hit him down, beautiful!" Song Xuan took out an apple from the space ring and sat on the stone while eating and cheering.

It didn't take long for the two of them to sit on the ground panting, both of them hanging their colors. When they remembered Song Xuan, they looked around, but there was no trace of Song Xuan.

"You dare to lie to Lao Tzu, you wait for me!"

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When Song Xuan came to a waterfall, he stopped, intending to practice martial arts here.

Since the purple spirit marrow was washed and cut down, he has been improving his realm, because martial arts require a certain amount of true qi support, and now that he has reached the sixth level of quenching his body, he can already try to cultivate some martial arts.

In Song Xuan's memory, because he couldn't practice, his father only taught him a few basic boxing and palm techniques that belonged to the Song family, and he was not even a yellow-level lower grade.

If he just uses these to participate in the family competition, it would be strange if he was not beaten, let alone win, as for his identity as a rune master, he did not intend to expose it unless he had to.

The so-called wood shows in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.

As soon as his mind moved, a somewhat old and quaint scroll floated out of the space ring, Song Xuan stretched out his palm and slowly spread it out, only to see a line of large characters on the front of the volume, which was eye-catching:

Yellow-level mid-grade martial arts: Seven Killing Palms. Practice to perfection, and the power is comparable to the yellow level.

What a domineering name.

This scroll was given to him by his father when he was ten years old, but he was unable to cultivate after that, so he never opened it, and has been hidden for five years now.

Because the martial arts he had collected before could only be cultivated above the Battle Spirit Realm, and the Machine Spirit had been missing since he helped him unlock the seal that day, so he decided to cultivate this martial art now.

Seven Killing Palms, with extremely strong attack power, divided into seven palms, the cultivation is complete, and the seven palms come out together, which is comparable to the yellow-level top-grade martial arts.

Song Xuan silently memorized the cultivation method in his heart, and immediately began to operate the Xingchen Jue, the true qi accumulated in his body was mobilized, and the momentum of Song Xuan's whole person began to rise steadily.

With a split of the palm, a sharp wind whistled by, directly leaving a long scar on a boulder.

"It's not enough, come again!"

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