"Too anxious?" Jing Yang looked at the old-timer, and then nodded in agreement. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was really anxious, and looking back at the past ten years, it seemed that he hadn't done much other than cultivation, and he had been practicing all day long, or thinking about cultivation.

"Have you done anything else besides practicing? Do you have any other hobbies?" Jing Yang was looking back on his previous life, and Bai Lao asked faintly, and the question he asked happened to be what he was thinking.

Because he had already thought about it, he didn't hesitate, Jingyang shook his head and said, "No." ”

Bai Lao smiled and said, "Dedicated to cultivation, he is a good young man, but this kind of life will be boring." ”

Jingyang tried to understand why the old man had come to tell him this, but he didn't understand his true intentions for a while. Looking across the window lattice, looking at the golden red light outside, the two dynasties changed, the former fell apart and the latter rose from the ground, all of which turned into a blend of blood and indifference and contradictions.

"As long as you have a goal, you won't be bored. All the feelings melted in the throat, and finally came out of the mouth with the nonchalant-sounding perception of a teenager.

Bai Lao glanced at the young Jingyang. In fact, his words are also to let this young man not have to press himself so tired, it is a simple care of the elders for the younger generations. There is nothing wrong with working hard for the strong in this world, but in his eyes, the world where the strong are respected is pathological.

"Well, why should the old man's thoughts be pressed on you, it's just that it's easy to make mistakes, and you give me a feeling that it's not simple, and I still have to be more careful about the road ahead. Bai Lao closed his eyes and shook his chair quietly, his long beard swaying like ten thousand hanging green silks.

"Thank you for the teachings of your predecessors, and your juniors will remember them. Jingyang said hypocritically.

"Don't remember, if you don't agree, why bother to say these polite words in my old man's face. Bai Lao directly tore the layer of tissue paper between the two of them, and hit the nail on the head.

Jingyang was not embarrassed, and smiled: "Senior, I'm going to try other rooms." ”

"Full?"

Jing Yang glanced at the two steamed buns still on the table, nodded and said, "I'm full." Thank you for your hospitality, I'm leaving. ”

Bai Lao shook his chair and responded vaguely, as if he was half-asleep and half-awake to deal with the words thrown out.

Jingyang bowed to the old man, walked out of the hut, and went straight to the other two rooms.

He was in a hurry. In the long run, he has a powerful dynasty that is his enemy, and in the short run, he wants to rob a big prison.

So far, there are still no disciples coming, but there should be after a while, after all, those ordinary disciples are different from him, he cultivates two swords in the morning and afternoon, and they are free time in the afternoon. He wanted to try every kind of practice while no one was competing with him. The Weizi study room is much simpler, and the place is much smaller, which is the size of an ordinary wing. And in front of him in the Xi room was an iron man who had no rust on his body, was round and smooth overall, and was a head taller than him. The iron man is black all over, and the proportions are the same as that of a man.

The strange thing is that he is obviously an iron man, but when his fingers touch it, he finds that it is extremely soft, and it feels like real skin except for no temperature.

If you look closely, you can see that there are subtle textures on the skin like human palm prints, and these are runes. It is precisely because of these runes that this iron-cast human figure can be so magically soft and hard.

Runes are the deepest meaning in this world, as profound as the path of cultivation, and the path of runes is also inseparable from the path of cultivation. Each rune has extremely meticulous and subtle requirements, and different types of runes have completely different functions, and any slight difference in the texture of the runes will make the runes have a very different effect or be completely scrapped. The subtle and dense rune texture on the iron man's body is also destined to be a powerful force to be cast by this seemingly simple structure.

Jingyang doesn't know much about Fu and mechanism, this kind of mechanism is the blind spot of his knowledge, so a person like Peng Ling, who is used to seeing his almost omniscient side, if he can see the novel colors in his eyes and hear the subtle admiration of the hair in his mouth, he will definitely have a playful look.

There are also five levels of stone pillars in the study room. After experiencing the failure of the last time in the Min Zi Xi Room, there were some shadows in his heart, and after hesitating for a while, Jingyang chose the No. 1 stone pillar, which is the first-level test.

There was no change in the slightest, and there was no sound of chain chains, Jingyang quietly observed for a while, and found that there were no other targets, the only target was this iron man, and after hesitating for a while, he tentatively punched the iron man.

The real touch made him feel as if he had really punched a person in the heart.

The Iron Man hummed, and a white light rushed from under the Iron Man's feet, but only over the Iron Man's knees, and then vanished.

"This white light represents the power of my punch?

The strength of the physical body and the strength of the legs are naturally greater than the power of the fists. He took two slow steps back and lunged forward, his leg breaking through the air and a sharp whip kick to the Iron Man's shoulder.

"Hum—"

The white light spread to the iron man's waist.

This blow is already the maximum strength that his physical body can burst out without using his vitality, there is no exact number to calculate the power of his punch, but it is roughly estimated that one leg is enough to kick a person's backbone, but it can only reach half of the second rank. Jingyang thought about it for a while, and sighed that it was really not so easy.

He took a breath, and his vitality slowly worked in his body.

The Falling Sun Qingfeng Spectrum was a martial art that he randomly picked in order to hide his identity when he was in Han Feng City, and it was also the strongest martial art he could show. defeated Wang Kongcheng in three moves, relying on this sunset and clear wind spectrum.

The vitality is running, and the temperament of the whole person has undergone earth-shaking changes, a cold solemnity appeared on the originally slightly innocent face, and the naughty and unrestrained hair that was tied up in front of his forehead jumped slightly, as if he was trembling because of the growing momentum in his body. As if a breeze was blowing, he suddenly kicked the ground, and without the slightest fancy, he directly slashed down with his palm, and slashed on the shoulder of the iron man, who made a much louder hum than before.

After slashing with one palm, Jingyang gasped. The Luoyang Qingfeng Spectrum has always been a very low-level martial arts, and there is no sect to divide martial arts into levels, but everyone has their own understanding of martial arts, and the perception between the last stream and the top is the gap between the bird's nest and the bird's bird. The name of the Luoyang Qingfeng spectrum is elegant and poetic, but in fact, it is an extremely physically exhausting martial arts, and just one palm consumes his own great physical strength. Jingyang looked up, and the white light spread to the iron man's jaw.

"The Falling Sun Qingfeng Spectrum can't even pass the second-level test?" Jingyang was a little discouraged, because it was too much worse than what he expected.

The wisp of pale golden vitality in his body that even the nine sword masters could not perceive, has become a little more refined in color in recent days, and at this time, he was a little restless because of his thoughts, and the talisman on his right arm was faintly hot.

"You don't want it, you'll be discovered. Jing Yang muttered to himself in his heart, mobilizing the thin vitality in his body to warm the wisps of pale golden vitality, so that he would not be restless.

"Yuqi Menopause", "True Dragon Divine Codex", one is the uninherited secret of the Jinmeng Yelu royal family who has not broken off the royal bloodline for more than a thousand years, and the other is the unpassed secret of the Xuan royal family that rose to dominate Zhongzhou and only one descendant was left ten years ago, all of which are one of the top martial arts in this world, and they are all the existence that Emperor Shenwu is eager to take into his pocket.

The True Dragon Divine Code is Jingyang's secret, because this secret represents that he is Xuan Jingyang.

In the past ten years, he has only shown the power of the True Dragon Divine Code and bloodline twice, once as the leader of the White Deer Tomb Battle Mountain Bandits, and once when Han Gulin proved his identity to Xie Jiahao. However, if he doesn't show it, it doesn't mean that he hasn't cultivated, every day and every night, he has never left behind in the practice of the True Dragon Divine Codex.

Although he was also curious about the power of his current True Dragon Divine Codex, it was impossible for him to take this risk and show his strength here.

It's only a matter of time before you show your strength, but not now.

The pale golden vitality gradually subsided, and Jingyang once again looked intently at the iron man.

Suddenly, a trace of white gas gradually floated out from his palm, as if there was a dark silk burning around his fingertips.

All his vitality was released.

"What about "True Fire Technique"?" Jing Yang was a little curious.

His time to cultivate the True Fire Technique is very short, but just like all the sword masters who like him and dislike him, he may not be as good as Kuaping in terms of cultivation talent, but his understanding of martial arts is not acceptable to others.

In just a few days, he had already officially started the True Fire Technique.

It was still a palm, and a furnace seemed to rise up behind him, and all the surging pure flames were opened up in the air with his palm.

One palm, or the vitality is released.

A surging flame erupted on the iron man's body, and the entire iron man seemed to be turning into hot iron in an instant. The fine runes flickered brightly, the flames were extinguished in a few breaths, and a trace of white gas emanated from the skin of the iron man, and the original pure iron skin appeared black everywhere, and then gradually disappeared in the flow of rune brilliance.

White light overflowed the iron man's head. Successfully passed, Jingyang let out a long breath, and his back was wet with sweat.

In fact, this was the first time he had revealed the power of his True Fire Technique, but he knew that the true power should be more than just passing the second level.

The dantian was dry, the sea of dantian qi had not yet opened, and cultivators who could not possess a large amount of vitality were so embarrassed, even if they had peerless martial arts, they could not exert their strength.

"The vitality has dried up, and sure enough, you still have to enter the Tongyuan realm as soon as possible to become a Yuan Master. Jingyang sighed.

Put the wooden sign into the wall behind the iron man to get the ten points, and then meditate on the spot.

Cultivators who do not reach the Yuan Realm only have a very small amount of Yuan Qi stored in the meridians and blood, and the replenishment of these Yuan Qi is also extremely slow, it is impossible for Jing Yang to replenish all the Yuan Qi here, and his purpose is only to let himself rest.

After a while, he took back the wooden card, and Jingyang still wanted to try the Tongzi Xijian and the Battle Character Xijian.

However, as soon as he walked out of the Xi room, an arrow burst into the air, and he was already physically and mentally exhausted, and before Jingyang could react, the arrow was shot at his feet, and the tail of the sword trembled.

If he misses three more points, his foot will be shot through.

He frowned and looked up, Lin Xi, who was wearing soft armor, was facing him with a black wooden short bow in his hand, Gu Jianhui was standing beside Lin Xi, and the two of them had a sneering and smug smile on their faces. There are also about a dozen disciples in the martial arts forest. They were originally planning to enter the Xi room first, but when they saw the beginning of this confrontation, they couldn't help but quiet down and watch quietly.

The rest of the disciples walked in one after another, and the two quickly became the center of attention.

You can fight at any time in the Nine Swords Gate, but you are not allowed to hurt people, and practicing martial arts is no exception.

"Good afternoon. Lin Xi looked at Jingyang, who was in a mess, and smiled.

After speaking, he took out an arrow from the black quiver behind his back, broke the arrow with all his strength, and shot an arrow at Jingyang's feet.

The arrow, which had no arrows, was almost uncontrollable in the air, swinging in a chaotic manner in the air, but finally stuck in the grass next to Jingyang's left leg.

"Okay!" I didn't expect that I could shoot like this, and Gu Jianhui took the lead in the field, and I couldn't help but let out a cry.