With Yin and Yang Ruyi Jue as the center, a large number of spiritual energy converged into a small whirlpool, slowly rotating in a clockwise direction. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The shining dust was the most dense in the center, and the palm-sized yin and yang Ruyi Jue was shrouded in a hazy light, and Yang Jun's hands holding the jade jue were like holding a bright nebula.

The majestic aura flows into the body from the meridians in the hand, as if soaking in a hot spring pool on a cold winter night, bubbling comfortably.

With the operation of Zhou Tiangong, the aura quickly flowed through the limbs and hundreds of remains, infiltrating the flesh and bones and countless small meridians. The meridians and flesh that were full of spiritual energy were like wheat seedlings watered by the spring rain.

Yang Jun emptied his brain and concentrated on guiding the operation of the aura, scattering it to every corner of his body.

Once the body has been drenched, submerged, and nourished, there will be fewer restrictions on the practice of various exercises in the future.

With such a thing rooted in the foundation, Yang Jun did not dare to slack off at all.

What's more, he never thought that he was still such a meticulous person.

The light in the room gradually dimmed, and the yin and yang Ruyi Jue in Yang Jun's arms became more and more brilliant, his face was blurred against the starry background, but there was a calm smell like water.

In the silence, Yang Jun's ears suddenly moved.

The sound of "snort" was extremely slight, like the sound of a small moth flapping its wings.

Yang Jun's closed eyelashes flickered slightly, but he didn't open his eyes.

Laugh at!

There was another slight sound.

Yang Jun's eyebrows moved slightly, and his hands holding Yin Yang Ruyijue also trembled.

But his hand did not leave Yu Jue, the aura was still pouring into his body, and Yang Jun gradually felt that there was heat in his chest, and there was a tendency to get hotter and hotter.

This feeling is both strange and somewhat familiar.

Chu Ke didn't seem to have experienced it, and he didn't mobilize the relevant memories.

Yang Jun vaguely remembered that when he broke through the fourfold body refining on the dragon boat, his chest was in sharp pain, and then it exuded warm power, which seemed to be resisting the pain, but it seemed to drain his strength in an instant, making him more and more uncomfortable in the combination of hot and cold.

Another time was in Lingyuan, where he practiced Professor Woqiu's Youlong Feiyun, and he made rapid progress at the beginning, jumping from the fourth level of body refining to the fifth level in more than two months, and he also experienced the taste of the two heavens of cold and hot with ice and fire again.

Other experiences are different, but the feeling of this slight chest heat is indeed similar.

Yang Jun was faintly excited.

Every time a vision appears, it is at the juncture of realm ascension, and now, is he about to face another breakthrough?

Yang Jun, who had his eyes closed, knew that there was a bright light in front of him, but he didn't know that what was shining on his chest at this time was not only the spiritual light gathered by Yin and Yang Ruyijue, but also the ball on his chest the size of a baby's fist.

This small cloud of faint light was much weaker than the aura gathered by the brilliant dust, and the jade light close to the yin and yang Ruyi Jue was really inconspicuous, and even if you opened your eyes, you might not be able to distinguish it.

This bright light is like a beating heart, retracting and releasing it, saying that it is flickering, but the light has not diminished in the slightest.

Yang Jun, who originally had a smooth flow of power, gradually felt struggling, as if he was rowing a small boat against the water, but was blocked by a turbulent current, and no matter how he swung the oars, he couldn't take a step up.

Fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead, and his face shimmered like a dusty light with starlight.

Yang Jun is accustomed to facing difficulties.

Can't swing a paddle, can you? Then I'll push a little harder!

He unconsciously twitched the aura running in the meridians and gathered in an unknown direction.

In the chaos, he didn't even know where these spiritual energy were being used, but his body felt tired.

In an instant, it changed from the dew-soaked grass in the morning light to the wrinkled blades of grass that wilted and drooped after being exposed to the sun.

Yang Jun suddenly came to his senses and pulled himself out of this state.

As soon as Zhou Tiangong stopped, the light of yin and yang Ruyijue dissipated, and it turned into a warm piece of beautiful jade.

Yang Jun saw that it was dark outside, and knew that it was night, and he was slightly surprised in his heart.

He has been practicing very measured recently, Zhou Tiangong and You Long Feiyun are controlled for about an hour, and the rest of the time is spent practicing swords. I don't know why I have been working for so long today, but I don't realize it.

Pushing the door and looking, the bright moon was sinking in the west, and it was almost dawn.

Thinking of making an appointment with Jiang Linxian to test the knife today, Yang Jun did not delay any longer, carried ten thousand butcher knives, and took advantage of the night to go to the Xishan Mountain Pass.

Chu Ke's choice to practice here is also his own consideration.

The eastern side of Lingyun Palace is relatively gentle, with many open fields, and many disciples choose to practice in Dongshan, occasionally learning from each other to try their skills.

The West Mountain is high and densely forested, and it is inaccessible, so only a person like Chu Ke who is isolated from the world and alone will come here.

Yang Jun thought.

But before he approached the col where he had practiced in the past, he faintly saw the spiritual light of two magic weapons bursting out in front of him.

Who fights here in the middle of the night?

Yang Jun's hand holding the handle of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife tightened, and he quietly approached the place where the light was shining just now.

He gradually heard the crisp sound of sword strikes, as well as the sound of a woman's scolding, which was particularly crisp in the deserted forest.

Yang Jun faintly felt that this voice was a little familiar, and couldn't help but speed up his pace.

The fighting stopped.

Yang Jun was alarmed in his heart, and suddenly raised the 10,000 butcher knife on his shoulder.

At this moment, a flash of light flashed in front of him, and a sword pierced the thick night in the forest, pierced the silence, and rushed towards his front door.

But this surging sword stopped a foot in front of Yang Jun's eyes, and he couldn't advance a single bit.

The tip of the sword hit the blade of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife, Yang Jun heard the long sword trembling slightly, and the buzzing sound was endless, and the person opposite seemed to be a little stunned, but Yang Jun's own right hand was also numb.

What surprised him even more was that the breath of the sword-wielding person on the other side was also very familiar.

The man seemed to be aware of it, and did not make any other moves.

"Chu Ke!"

A female voice broke the silence.

Yang Jun was a little surprised, but also a little clear, he had already heard that the voice was a bit like quiet.

But he looked at the person who had collected the sword on the other side, and he still couldn't hide his surprise on his face. He let out a "huh" and asked, "Didn't you say Chenshi, why did you practice it yourself so early?" ”

Quietly walking out of the forest, Yang Jun saw that his sideburns were slightly messy, his broken hair was soaked with sweat, clinging to his forehead, and his nose and cheeks were slightly red, which was blown by the wind of the winter night.

Jiang Linxian on the opposite side was also a little embarrassed, his robe was stained with a lot of broken leaves, this thing has always been stinky and beautiful, and his usually neat and meticulous hair was a little messy at this time.

Yang Jun's gaze turned suspiciously on Jiang Linxian and Jing Jingjing.

It doesn't look like it's just a joke. Could it be that these two siblings still play real things?

Thinking about the few scoldings he vaguely heard just now, Yang Jun suddenly felt that he had broken some secret?