The five hearts are towards the Yuan, holding the Yuan and keeping one, and slowly running the Hidden Sword Pavilion to enter the internal strength "Xuanyi Decision". It is said that there are 12 layers www.biquge.info of this internal skill, one layer is more subtle than the other, and it is mysterious. Although this first layer is only the most superficial method of receptivity, it is the foundation of advanced exercises.

After practicing for a while, Mo Lingquan had to stop his exercises, because it was difficult to comprehend heaven and earth, and he couldn't condense his internal force, so he couldn't get through the meridians and acupoints, so he didn't study too much about the cultivation of the "Xuanyi Jue". It can be said that the book is hated less when it is used.

The martial arts field is located on the mountainside of Yunyin Peak, at the foot of the mountain is a large area of farmland, in the late autumn season, the golden rice swaying with the wind, from a distance, Yunyin Peak stands on the golden ocean, straight into the clouds.

The towering stone tower gives people a sense of eternal vicissitudes, and the mottled traces on the tower bear witness to the prosperity of this hidden sword pavilion.

Four chains hang down from the top of the stone tower, and the four handles of the four sides are inserted into the ground huge bronze ancient sword hilt connection, on the chain, hang an iron sword, the mountain wind blows, with the slight shaking of the chain, emitting a low sword sound, the soul is stunning.

Ordinary people come here, and before they get close, they are already scared.

For the disciples of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, this is precisely the best place to temper their will with the Xuanyi Jue.

In front of the Sword Pavilion is an open martial arts arena, paved with bluestones, and hundreds of disciples of the Hidden Sword Pavilion are practicing, sword light. Urgent or slow, complex or simple, or learning from each other, lively and extraordinary.

Mo Lingquan walked down the stone steps and stepped on the martial arts arena, and before he took two steps, a handsome young man suddenly flashed, his face was like a crown of jade, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his expression was flying.

With a slender body, he held a sheathed long sword to his chest with both hands, and looked at Mo Lingquan condescendingly.

"Waste... Why don't you stay here?"

"Get out of the way, good dogs don't get in the way!"

Mo Lingquan frowned slightly.

"Could it be that you also want to practice martial arts?"

The handsome young man looked at Mo Lingquan with disdain, and sneered in his heart, a waste, he didn't even put himself in his eyes, so how could he not hate.

"Get out of the way!

Mo Lingquan raised his eyebrows.

"Waste... You're looking for death..."

The handsome young man was ready to make a move.

"Tang Ziqian, if I fall to the ground and scream, believe it or not, you can't eat and walk around?"

The corners of Mo Lingquan's mouth hooked up a meaningful smile, and he continued to walk forward.

Although the Hidden Sword Pavilion encouraged its disciples to compete, it did not allow them to fight in private and kill each other. In particular, Mo Lingquan is not in the ranks, but Tang Ziqian is a seventh-order disciple, and private fights between the two are strictly prohibited.

Targeting people who don't know martial arts is despised by righteous people in the world, and it is a taboo in the rivers and lakes. Even if Tang Ziqian was a genius disciple and violated the rules of the sect, he would be demoted at the least, and his martial arts would be abolished and expelled from the sect.

There is a sword fighting arena inside the door, which is a place for disciples to settle personal grievances.

"You're just going to play these little tricks?"

Tang Ziqian stepped aside and made a gloomy face.

"To deal with an idiot like you, small means are enough!"

Mo Lingquan smiled slightly and stopped.

Tang Ziqian looked at Mo Lingquan with an angry face, his fist crunched, and he couldn't wait to swing it out.

Mo Lingquan looked at him with pity, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious.

"Senior Sister Dream!"

Tang Ziqian suddenly showed a warm smile, and a graceful and beautiful girl walked in the distance, her skin was snowy, apricot eyes and willow eyebrows, her temperament was beautiful, gentle as water.

"Senior Brother Tang... Senior Brother Mo!"

Meng Yanran walked over lightly, looking at Mo Lingquan with a surprised expression, on weekdays, he stayed in Tibet and read the classics, and he didn't go anywhere.

"Senior Sister Meng, long time no see!"

Mo Lingquan sniffed the faint fragrance on Meng Yanran's body and smiled.

"Senior Brother Mo, I heard that you are reading the classics in Tibet, and you are proficient in the hundred schools of thought, and the junior brother has just finished practicing a "Seven Killing Sword Technique" recently, please give me advice!"

Tang Ziqian looked at Mo Lingquan with a smug expression, he had already broken through the Seventh-Order Sword Tower and became a Seventh-Order disciple. At his age, to be able to achieve such an achievement, he was also one of the few geniuses in the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

"Senior Brother Tang...!"

Meng Yanran frowned, feeling that Tang Ziqian's approach was a bit excessive.

"Okay, okay! I don't know anything about waste. ”

Tang Ziqian glanced at Mo Lingquan and looked at Meng Yanran with a smile on his face. can make the other party lose face in front of his junior sister, his goal has been achieved.

"Even though he's a piece of shit!"

Seeing Meng Yanran defending Mo Lingquan like this, somehow, the jealousy in Tang Ziqian's heart could no longer be suppressed.

"Say!"

Meng Yanran's eyes widened dissatisfied, feeling that Tang Ziqian's words were a bit excessive.

"Senior Sister Meng, it's okay. ”

Mo Lingquan looked at Meng Yanran with a smile on his face.

"This kind of arrogant fool doesn't have to be as knowledgeable as him. ”

Glancing at Tang Ziqian, Mo Lingquan continued.

"Senior Brother Mo..."

Meng Yanran looked helpless, obviously they were the same people who entered the Hidden Sword Pavilion, and they should be united, but...

"Senior Sister Meng, come to Luoxia Valley to play! The four seasons are like spring, and the scenery is picturesque. ”

Mo Lingquan stretched out his hand to make a surrender form and looked at Meng Yanran with a smile on his face.

"Okay... I've always wanted to see it, Luoxia Valley..."

Meng Yanran smiled.

"What's so nice to see, it's just some flowers and plants, it's better to practice more when you have that time, and the plaything is demoralized..."

Tang Ziqian pursed his lips and looked at Mo Lingquan with disdain.

"So, the Pavilion Master and the Sect Elders are not as good as you?"

Mo Lingquan raised his eyebrows and looked at Tang Ziqian with a smile on his face.

Tang Ziqian choked when he heard this, his face turned red, and he no longer paid attention to Mo Lingquan.

Luoxia Valley, as the cultivation place of the elixir of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, is something that people who practice martial arts must not lack, and it is not surprising that it is valued by the middle and high-level of the sect, and it is self-inflicted if they continue to argue.

I was even more resentful in my heart, this guy was so lucky, he just entered Luoxia Valley.

"Senior Brother Mo, Senior Brother Tang... Can you just stop for a while..."

Meng Yanran looked at the two of them with a dissatisfied face and said angrily.

"Senior Brother Mo, I will go to Luoxia Valley to play when I have time, if you have something to do, go and get busy first!"

As soon as the two met, they quarreled, which made Meng Yanran very helpless.

"Senior Sister Meng, people's hearts are separated from their bellies, knowing people and knowing faces do not know their hearts, junior sister should not trust others. ”

Mo Lingquan took a deep look at Meng Yanran.

"What do you mean?"

Tang Ziqian raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly.

Mo Lingquan ignored it and hugged his fist at Meng Yanran.

Meng Yanran turned to leave.

Tang Ziqian hurriedly followed, and before leaving, taking advantage of Meng Yanran's inattention, he raised his hand and fanned towards Mo Lingquan.

The moon wheel at the center of Mo Lingquan's eyebrows emitted a hazy silver glow, and he had long been guarding against Tang Ziqian's **** hand. The head was slightly on one side, and the other party's palm was swiped against the tip of the nose, and a wisp of strong wind blew, and the strength of this palm was not light.

"Smack..."

A crisp and loud slap sounded.

Mo Lingquan's right hand slapped on his shoulder, crisp and loud, and then quickly withdrew his hand.

Meng Yanran hurriedly looked back.

Mo Lingquan's expression remained unchanged, as if he was not beaten.

Tang Ziqian's face was gloomy, if this slap was hit, it would be fine, but it was the other party who hit him, but he was shamed.

"It's really good kung fu, admire!"

Mo Lingquan touched his face and smiled slightly.

"Senior Brother Tang..."

Meng Yanran's face sank.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I guess Senior Brother Mo won't mind. Is that right, Senior Brother Mo?"

Tang Ziqian's face was gloomy.

"Forget it, Senior Sister Meng! ”

Mo Lingquan turned his head with a calm expression.

Meng Yanran didn't dare to look at Mo Lingquan, pulled Tang Ziqian's sleeve, and left quickly, she was afraid that the two would really fight if they stayed any longer.

The moon at the center of his eyebrows rotated, so that his state of mind remained in a state of calm and unfazed in his heart, and the right side of his face was in a hot pain.

In this world where martial arts are respected, the concept of the supremacy of strength is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Meng Yanran's kindness, protecting herself openly and secretly, made Mo Lingquan very moved. But as a man, he needs a woman to protect him, which makes him unbearable.

Passing through the martial arts arena, he handed over the waist card he carried with him and handed it to the disciple of the Guardian Pavilion, and after the other party took a look, he let him enter the Sword Pavilion.

Rows of bookshelves are neatly displayed, and bursts of ink fragrance come to the nose.

Mo Lingquan walked straight to a bookshelf in the first row, took out a copy, and after reading it, put it back and pulled out another one.

After reading a few books like this, I went straight to the second floor. After writing down the "Seven Kills Sword Technique", he turned around and left.