The night was deep, the cold was pressing, the candlelight was flickering, and it was unusually cold. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Liu Wuya sat alone at the table, watching the figure on the ground swaying with the candlelight.

"Seven days remaining, and after seven days will be the day of the covenant. ”

Liu Wuya sighed, thinking a lot in his heart, this battle must be accepted no matter what, and it must not be lost.

"The sixth prince deliberately adopted such a method, the purpose of which was nothing more than to humiliate himself in front of everyone, once he lost, wouldn't it be according to his wishes. Liu Wuya thought.

But in the blink of an eye, it seems that this is also the best way, according to the regulations of Zishan Prefecture, all the battles must not be grudged, that is to say, even if Liu Wuya wins unexpectedly, the sixth prince cannot hold grudges because of this, and turn to find other ways to deal with him again.

Thinking of this, Liu Wuya gritted his teeth, "Okay, it's not certain who wins and who loses, let's see." ”

Without thinking about it anymore, Liu Wuya closed his eyes and began to recall in his mind the martial arts moves that Uncle Black Wind had used in the sword-forging room.

Liu Wuya was surprised to find that every step under Uncle Heifeng's feet was not repeated at all, although it was a short distance of less than ten meters, the position of the soles of his feet on the ground was constantly changing, and even the degree of inclination of his body was unpredictable, such a martial arts cultivation could not use the true qi in his body at all.

Relying on his own memory, Liu Wuya took a pen and paper and began to slowly draw the position of each step, including the coordination of the body, and depicted it all in the slightest.

In less than half an hour, Liu Wuya sketched all his memories on the paper, and strangely, when he stared at the paper in his hand, he found that the patterns on the paper actually began to move.

Liu Wuya's eyes slowly widened, and suddenly something came to mind.

"The Netherworld. He muttered to himself.

The Netherworld is a record he saw in a martial arts history, which means that when a person's martial arts cultivation reaches the highest level, the true qi in the body will condense to form a huge power, helping to open up a person's netherworld, once the netherworld is opened, the true qi will flow towards the netherworld in a steady stream, and outsiders will not easily perceive the existence of the true qi.

What's more, once the Netherworld is opened, a person's eyes will produce a strange phenomenon, and no matter how fast the speed is, it will produce a slowing visual effect in the eyes of the person who opens the Netherworld.

Moreover, when the Netherworld reaches a certain level, it will replace a person's consciousness and control a person's behavior in turn, that is to say, once you remember the moves of a certain martial arts cheat, as long as the Netherworld is opened, all the moves will be easily used.

It's just that, according to the records of the Martial Arts Historical Sect, in the entire Wuji Realm, no one can open the realm of the Netherworld.

Of course, what was recorded in that martial arts history was a hundred years ago.

A hundred years, the vicissitudes of life, maybe someone can really reach the realm of opening the netherworld.

Do you ...... Already in the Netherworld?

Liu Wuya felt incredible, he hadn't even opened up the meridians yet, and according to the fact that he couldn't condense his true qi, how could he open the Netherworld?

Anyway, he decided to give it a try, if he really opened the Netherworld, then as long as he was familiar with these moves on the paper, he could easily use them.

He stood up and closed the door to prevent outsiders from suddenly coming in and interfering with his practice.

When everything was ready, little by little he began to practice the footwork under his feet, from the first step to the last, over and over again.

After about an hour, and after all the movements were familiar to him, he decided to try it as fast as he could.

To test how fast he was, he picked up an apple on the table and placed it on top of his head, making sure that the moment he moved, the apple could break off his head and start falling.

However, the result was very disappointing to Liu Wuya, and before he could complete a complete set of actions, the apple had already fallen to the ground, and it seemed that his movement speed had not accelerated in the slightest.

He was a little unwilling, and for the next two whole days, in addition to eating, he tried in the room over and over again, and he didn't even sleep, but no matter how he tried, the result was still the same, and his movement speed was still the same as before, without the slightest progress.

"No, if you continue like this, on the day of the battle, you will definitely lose and you won't be able to raise your head. ”

Seeing that it was getting later and later, and time was losing little by little, Liu Wuya had mixed feelings in his heart, plus he had not rested well in the past few days, he didn't even sleep, and his body began to become tired.

"Forget it, you might as well go to the sword casting room again tomorrow, and you must ask Uncle Heifeng for advice. Liu Wuya thought to himself.

It was getting late, and it was useless to be in a hurry, so Liu Wuya decided to have a good rest tonight, so he lay on the bed and prepared to sleep.

However, although the body is very tired, I can't sleep no matter how I sleep, and I can't sleep for several hours.

At this moment, he happened to feel a little thirsty, so he got out of bed barefoot and walked towards the table.

Because he has been repeating the practice for the past two days, he has formed a habit, Liu Wuya didn't think much about it, and in a daze, he actually felt a heat flow inexplicably appeared in his body, and this heat flow spread from the soles of his feet to all parts of his body, and when he came to his senses, he found that his body had arrived at the door of the room.

"What's the matter, I'm obviously heading towards the table?" Liu Wuya wondered.

"Could it be...... Did I succeed?"

The original fatigue was suddenly washed away by the joy in front of him.

Why not strike while the iron is hot and try a few more times.

Liu Wuya lit the oil lamp in the room, picked up the apple he used during the day again, and put it on top of his head.

When he took the first step, he felt a stream of heat rush up from the place where the soles of his feet hit the ground, and then poured into his body, followed by the second step, the third step, and each time, he felt a steady stream of heat gushing out.

This time, he succeeded, and by the time he stood still, the apple was still in mid-air, not completely on the ground.

He felt like he had found the trick, so he kept trying, and after dozens of times, he found that there were very few times he could succeed completely, and most of the time, when he was halfway there, he found that he didn't have the heat flow before.

It seems that it is not stable enough, and since I don't know the tricks, I can only consolidate it with continuous practice.

For the next night, Liu Wuya kept practicing, and the number of successes became more and more, but in terms of speed, he didn't reach the speed of Uncle Black Wind like a blast at all.

If you can strengthen and consolidate yourself, with such a speed, you can at least dodge the six princes who don't use internal force and true qi, and then exhaust the opponent's physical strength first, and then take the opportunity to seize the opportunity to defeat the opponent.

Because he was too excited, until the next morning, Liu Wuya kept practicing.

Must succeed, must win.

In order to take revenge, in order to make himself stronger, this will be his first step into the real martial arts.