The sound of hitting trees came from the forest behind the outer mountain of Quanyang Mountain, and you could see a tree shaking in the forest from a distance, and hundreds of small birds were flying everywhere in shock. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ah, why, why, why hasn't there been any progress".

Ao Baifeng frantically hit the thick trunk of the tree, and a large piece of the bark was knocked down by him, and the skin was rubbed off in several places on the fist, and a little blood stained the trunk, and the last heavy punch knocked a piece of the tree pole down, and he walked out of the forest unwillingly.

Sitting on top of a raised mound, thinking of Zhu Shun's expectations placed on him, a touch of shame flashed in Ao Baifeng's eyes.

Time is like the water of a great river, and soon another three months have passed in a hurry.

There is a lot of snow on Quanyang Mountain, except for the temple shrouded by the enchantment, white has become the main theme of this mountain range.

There was a thick layer of snow piled up on the martial arts arena outside the Quanyang Sect, and there were nearly a thousand figures sitting on the martial arts arena, who were not afraid of the cold and sat cross-legged.

On a high platform in the martial arts arena, there was an old man in the armor, who was the elder of the Quanyang Sect, who was teaching the exercises to nearly a thousand disciples in the audience.

The nearly 1,000 disciples in the audience changed their gestures with the mantra of the Elder Transmission Gong, and soon the snow within one meter of each person's body was pushed away by an invisible force, and the falling snowflakes could no longer get close to the disciples' bodies.

An hour later, the Elder Chuan Gong finished teaching the mantra, and it was time for the disciples to practice freely.

A young man of about thirteen years old, wearing a white warrior's robe, with a firm expression, with that handsome face, in the midst of countless doubts and contemptuous eyes, walked alone towards the back mountain, his body looked thin, and he looked lonely, it was Ao Baifeng.

"Hey, look, that waste material is going to the mountains and forests to practice qi again."

"Alas, I really don't know if he is stupid, he hasn't given up after two years."

"What do you know, he thought that this could move the heavens, maybe the heavens would pity him, maybe he could break through the Qi training that day!"

These words are like sharp needles, and each sentence is enough to pierce the blood of Ao Baifeng.

Time is like the waves of the river, gone forever, in the blink of an eye, Ao Baifeng has been in the Quanyang Sect for two years, in the past two years, his cultivation has not made any progress, and his body has not been able to condense the martial qi mass from beginning to end.

In order to stimulate his potential, Ao Baifeng frantically absorbs the martial qi of nature every day to rush into the qi cultivation realm.

The cultivation of Haoming Continent is divided into ten realms, the Qi Cultivation Realm, the Transcendent Realm, the True Martial Realm, the Dagang Realm, the Spirit Transformation Realm, the Gathering Law Realm, the Xuanzang Realm, the Jinxiang Realm, the Tianyuan Realm, and the Creation Realm.

These ten realms correspond to the ten kinds of qi in different states, such as the original qi of martial arts, pure qi, true qi, gang qi, spiritual qi, dharma qi, xuan qi, holy qi, vitality qi, and immortal qi.

Qi cultivation realm is an entry stage for a martial artist, at this stage, the cultivator absorbs the original qi of martial arts for two hours a day is already the limit, and in the past two years, in order to be able to enter the qi refining realm and get rid of the name of waste, Ao Baifeng desperately absorbs the original qi of martial arts every day, and the cultivation time can last for six hours, and every time he is willing to stop when his legs are numb.

In fact, it was impossible for Ao Baifeng to absorb the original qi of the martial arts for six hours, that was because the martial qi he absorbed swam around in the meridians, and the kung fu that sank into the dantian disappeared for no reason in the blink of an eye, and he was not troubled by the swelling pain of the dantian caused by the fullness of the original qi of the martial arts, so he could absorb it for up to six hours, until he could not sit and absorb it.

Despite his hard work, in addition to being much stronger in the past two years, his cultivation is still the same, and there has been no change at all, but he has never given up on himself, he believes that hard work pays off, and sooner or later he can become a martial artist.

Ao Baifeng was walking alone on the stone path leading to the mountain forest in the back mountain, and when he passed in front of a few fellow disciples, a sudden harsh sound came to his ears.

"Haha, haha, idiot, I think you'd better give up."

This kind of mocking voice Ao Baifeng could be said to be heard every day, and he was already numb, and he ignored those disciples.

On the surface, if nothing happened, in fact, at this moment, his heart was dripping blood, and he was faintly hurting, not because he was looked down upon and ridiculed by his peers, but because his two years of hard work were always in vain, and it made him feel very sorry for Uncle Zhu who cared about him.

Ao Baifeng also wanted to avoid it countless times, trying to find a more remote path, but it was useless, no matter where he passed, there would be a fellow door waiting for him in front of him early to ridicule him.

Ao Baifeng didn't go far, and his sarcastic voice was like a surging river, constantly attacking him.

"People are not idiots, they are white winds, they are arrogant 'defeated' winds, hehe" Another teenager took over the conversation and continued to ridicule, the pronunciation of the word "defeat" is particularly long and heavy.

"Proud white wind - proud defeated wind, it's true, I haven't even achieved a heavy Qi training in two years, and it's really worthy of the name."

"Hahaha." Another teenager's sarcasm caused several people to burst into laughter.

"Hehe, what's the name is not good, you have to take an arrogant style, this is fulfilled, it seems that the waste will be cleaned out of the division at the screening ceremony in two days, haha.".

Ao Baifeng can only give a self-deprecating wry smile at this, what people say is the truth, he has indeed not reached the level of Qi training for two years, he is under ridicule, but he still looks like nothing happened, he has ********, and his face after self-deprecation is still the same firm.

Two days passed quickly, and thousands of white-shirted disciples gathered on the martial arts arena in the outer mountains, and Ao Baifeng was also among them, these white-shirted disciples were the outer disciples of the Quanyang Sect.

After all the outer disciples had assembled, a ray of light slid down from the sky and landed in the center of the martial arts arena, a crystal square object with ten golden circles on it.

Just as the disciples were looking at the crystal object and curious, a silver sound and shadow fell on the high platform of the martial arts arena.

"Don't talk nonsense, go straight to the topic, this is a test of martial arts to verify the original qi of martial arts, and disciples who have been in the beginner for less than three years stand in front", Yin Yiren's voice was not loud, but revealed this kind of majesty.

Yinyiren's silver clothes are the symbol of the elders of the Quanyang Sect, and their status in the Quanyang Sect is second only to the head of the Quanyang Sect who wears orange clothes.

In the crowd of nearly a thousand, one hundred and ten disciples walked out bustling and stood at the front.

Looking at the hundred and ten disciples standing in front, Yin Yiren spoke: "Line up, and imprint your palms on the martial arts stone in order", after speaking, Yin Yiren sat quietly on the stone platform, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

At this time, an old man wearing a blue martial arts robe appeared next to the martial arts stone, which caused an exclamation from nearly a thousand disciples, because no one saw when the old man in the blue shirt appeared.

The blue shirt can only be worn by the disciples who enter the room.

"Whoever I click on next, whoever will step forward and imprint his palm on this martial arts stone", the old man in blue shirt first glanced at the one hundred and ten disciples standing at the front, and then pointed to the martial arts stone and said solemnly.