Early morning.

After Su Ming played a set of ~ movements, he slowly retracted his fists, ate a bite of breakfast, and lay back down, after meditating, he could carefully feel the changes in the innate qi in his body, as well as the different feelings of those fist intent falling on his body before.

Until noon, after having lunch, the old man walked out of the room, stood on the balcony on the third floor, looked at Su Ming below and said in a deep voice: "Come up and practice boxing, you don't need to beat the immortals today, just refine the innate qi, and at the same time have a good understanding of the sky-bombarding style." ”

Su Ming stood up, sighed softly, and walked towards the third floor with firm steps.

This time, the old man's punch did not directly reach the limit, so that Su Ming fell to the ground all of a sudden, different from the punch on the first day, the fist fell step by step, and it strengthened little by little, which is the purpose of the old man's punch today.

It's just that for Su Ming, such a punch is not as good as falling with seven punches that day, and letting him lie down directly.

At this time, raise your fist and punch, opposite to the old man, the innate qi will meet the old man's fist every time it changes, although it is generally the same as yesterday, but this continuous superposition of pain is even more painful, the old man's fist strength can always reach the critical point of the innate qi in Su Ming's body.

Then Su Ming was carried out of the attic by Ah Li, and when he woke up again, the sun was setting, it was already evening, and he had eaten something with difficulty, Ah Li on the side looked at Su Ming's painful appearance and shook his head, and while eating the meal, he firmly decided that he would not practice boxing.

After a slight adjustment, Su Ming stood up, and according to the old man's arrangement, he made another set of punches with difficulty, and fell asleep soon after the fight.

Under such a beating, a month and a half passed quickly, and until now, Su Ming still only condensed an innate qi, but the strength he endured has changed, and now he has been able to eat ten punches from the original seven punches.

Every time the old man makes a move, he will definitely make Su Ming reach the edge of the limit of his bearing, and every time he will suffer more than the last time, of course, such a crime is not in vain, this innate qi can withstand ten punches and has reached the limit.

Su Ming became more and more silent, and when he practiced boxing, he often leaned on the bamboo chair and didn't say a word.

It's been a month and a half since he came to the Sword Pavilion, but he has never left this small courtyard, and after practicing boxing every day, he just lies there looking at the sky, and he doesn't know what he's thinking.

Sometimes Ah Li is very curious, and will come forward to ask a word or two, but Su Ming doesn't have much strength to communicate, and will only occasionally respond softly to a sentence or two.

Ah Li didn't say much in the end, just looked at Su Ming's painful appearance every day and secretly shook her head, a few times she secretly asked Liu Sanbian, how painful Su Ming was, although every time she looked at Su Ming's appearance, she felt very painful, but she was still a little curious.

The old man just touched the little girl's head and told her that the pain Su Ming had endured fell on her body, and she would die.

After that, the little girl's gaze at Su Ming became different, she became more diligent in her cultivation, she didn't want to embark on the path of martial arts one day in the future.

After being able to withstand ten punches, the old man did not punch Su Ming, but asked Su Ming to prepare and condense the second innate qi.

During this time, the old man saw everything Su Ming had done in his eyes, he was actually very surprised, Su Ming was able to carry it until now, to be honest, the limit of ten punches was his own imagination of the innate qi of martial arts, in his opinion, it was already complete to be able to withstand the nine punches, he didn't expect that the boy would be able to carry it after the nine punches, so he continued to insist, and he had not said any discouraged words until now, which he did not expect.

Of course, these hardships will not be in vain, although the limit of ten punches does not seem to be too special now, but in the future, the young man will find that the road he has traveled now and the hardships he has endured will become the cornerstone of his ascension to heaven in the future.

It was not difficult to condense the second innate qi, the foundation laid by Su Ming was strong enough, just attracting the fluttering sword qi in the Sword Pavilion, constantly stimulating his heart, and a condensation of innate qi was condensed again.

It only took one day to condense into the second innate qi, this day was the most relaxed and comfortable day in Su Ming's month and a half, and the old man did not disturb Su Ming.

It's just that the next day, Su Ming was lying on the bamboo chair, curled up somewhere, motionless, and his head buried in the bed.

After the second innate qi was successfully condensed, the old man's punch was no longer just a single refining of the innate qi, and the boiling of the body also began.

Bombarding the sky, swallowing the sky, beating the immortals.

The three-style boxing method ~ fell on Su Ming's body in turns, and the boiling of the body had already made him feel painful, coupled with the beating of the divine soul, it made him want to die.

In this way, under the percussion of the three-style boxing method, another month passed.

After the second innate qi could also withstand ten punches, the old man asked Su Ming to exchange punches with him.

Without condensing the third innate qi in a hurry, the two began to exchange fists, the old man pressed the cultivation to the four realms, and the two four realm martial artists exchanged fists in the attic.

One night, Su Ming staggered to the top of the tallest small building in Liufu, standing there looking at the world outside Liufu, although he was in the Sword Pavilion, he did not really appreciate the style of the Sword Pavilion, facing the night wind, his arms were still trembling slightly, this was the result of exchanging fists with the old man.

He suddenly whispered, "Senior brother, can you accompany me to drink a little?"

Liu Sanbian appeared, nodded, and handed his soldier gourd to Su Ming.

Lowering his head and sniffing the wine in the gourd, Su Ming said softly: "It's so fragrant..."

The trembling arm seemed to be a little unable to grasp the gourd, and he raised his head and poured himself a large sip of spirits, he grinned, stared at the sky, and roared with all his might: "Fuck you!"

In the past two months, Liu Sanbian has been watching the boxing situation, he also feels a little sorry for this junior brother, although he can't empathize with the miserable experience of this time, but he is very surprised by the second grandfather's heart is as hard as iron, and Su Ming's perseverance.

He didn't expect that the second grandfather would be so ruthless, leaving no trace of affection at all, the saint has clouds, and the heavens are entrusted to the Si people, he must first suffer his mind, strain his muscles and bones, and starve his body and skin, he doesn't know how much 'big responsibility' Su Ming has to resist, so he has to experience such pain, but thinking of the one in the small cave of the Sword Pavilion, he can't help but sigh, he understands the hard work of the second grandfather, he hopes that Su Ming will have more strength in the face of those crises in the future.

An indifferent voice came from the attic not far away, "What is the name of the third watch ghost in the middle of the night, tomorrow I will start to condense the third innate qi." ”

Under the night, Su Ming smiled very happily.

The days of such boxing practice kept passing, day after day, Su Ming himself didn't know when he was a head.

Although he is accustomed to daily pain, Su Ming really admires the old man's methods.

Today, Liu Sanbian carried a long sword, walked in front of Su Ming, and told him very bluntly that he had spent thirty colorful exquisite ones to practice boxing these days, and the initial liquid medicine was a bucket of ten three-color exquisite dragons, and now it is a barrel of a colorful exquisite dragon, and in the future, the price of the liquid medicine needed is not cheap.

Su Ming spread his hands and said, "Senior brother, I don't have any money." ”

Liu Sanbian smiled and said: "I know this, but you can't let Senior Brother and I always help you pay for this money, you always have to find a way, right?"

Su Ming stretched out his finger and said with a wry smile: "Senior brother, are you kidding, can I have anything else to do now?"

Liu Sanbian patted Su Ming's shoulder, and said without caring at all: "Don't worry, junior brother can do it as long as he has this heart, I'm not in a hurry now, one or two hundred colorful and exquisite, senior brother, I still pay for it now, okay, I won't bother you to practice boxing hard." ”

Su Ming smiled bitterly, the pain of this period of time has become more perverted, with the increase of the innate qi in the body, this pain seems to increase, the fist strength that constantly tortures the body He can only grit his teeth and bear it, without the slightest trick, of course, he has this method, and he doesn't have the guts.

The sky-swallowing fist power now falls on Su Ming's body, like a cocoon peeling off the muscles and fist intent little by little, and then spit it back little by little, this kind of boiling is better than those simple physical tempering.

Liu Sanbian was also very curious at some times, how strong the martial arts of the Four Realms would be after such a fight, but it was a pity that Su Ming, who was not practicing boxing, did not have the energy to give it a try with him.

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The Genting Heavenly Palace, where the Sword Pavilion is located, is actually a cave heaven blessed land, although it is not big, it is not small.

After the first Nie Wushuang sword in the north tore open the canopy of heaven and cracked the Sword Pavilion, more and more people in the Sword Pavilion learned the inside story, and many people were extremely curious about the young man who came to the Sword Pavilion with a black nightmare, of course, most of these people were just ordinary Qi practitioners of the Sword Pavilion.

There are a total of seven descendants under Song Fuyao, the first in the south, the eldest disciple has been sitting down decades ago, and the third disciple with the highest cultivation has now broken through the threshold of the fifteenth floor and become a sword immortal of the Star Sea Realm, and the remaining five disciples except for the disciple who entered the latest entry, the remaining three have also stepped into the twelfth floor and achieved the realm of earth immortals.

A few months ago, Song Fuyao walked out of the Yunzhong Pavilion, and their disciples naturally knew about it, and they also remembered the straightforward words of their master, but the four of them were sword immortals, and the third was a Xinghai Realm sword immortal, and they really couldn't pull their faces and directly shot at a child.

Song Jia is the sixth disciple accepted by Song Fuyao, and he is also the first closed disciple in the south, compared with Liu Sanbian, his age is a little worse, and of course his cultivation is also a lot worse, but this seventeen-year-old woman is now also a sword cultivator at the peak of the eight-story building, and she is also a well-known Tianjiao figure in the Sword Pavilion.

"Fifth Senior Brother. ”

Song Jia looked at the man in front of her and saluted gently.

The man is Guo Fengru, the fifth disciple of Song Fuyao, who broke through the barrier on the twelfth floor ten years ago and became a young sword immortal.

Guo Fengru looked at his little junior sister and said with a smile: "Little junior sister is out of the customs this time, and she is only one chance away from being able to break through the realm and enter the Nine-Story Building, which is really gratifying." ”

Song Jia smiled and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Five, it's still too far behind those guys." ”

Guo Fengru naturally knew who those people in Song Jia's mouth were, in addition to the sword suppression of Liu Sanbian, there was also a Tianjiao sword cultivator who was also among the ten young people in Jiannan Prefecture, and Jian Wuchen, the closed disciple of the contemporary pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion, in addition to these two, there were eight demons in the Sword Pavilion, not all of them were the same age, but they were not much different from each other, and they were all the top Tianjiao in the Sword Pavilion, and they were also known as the Eight Demons of the Sword Pavilion.

"Don't be anxious, the path of cultivation is slow, and you don't have to be in a hurry, no one knows the height of the future, and the little junior sister doesn't have to be presumptuous. ”

Song Jia nodded, and then asked, "Fifth Senior Brother, you came to me in person, is there something wrong?"

Guo Fengru restrained his smile and said in a deep voice: "A few months ago, a young man came to the Sword Pavilion, that young man was a child adopted by Liu Chen, and the master said that her disciples would personally kill the young man, but we are already a sword immortal, so it is not convenient to make a move, and this matter can only be taken by the little junior sister." ”

Song Jia didn't think too much about it, and said calmly: "Fifth Senior Brother, don't worry, I will complete the task assigned by the master." ”

Guo Fengru said: "Don't worry too much, that young man is just a martial artist of the Four Realms, and there is not much difference between him and you, so it is not a difficult matter." ”

"I see. ”

Seeing that Song Jia had already understood, Guo Fengru didn't say anything more, encouraged him, and left directly.

Song Jia glanced in the direction of the south of the city and muttered in a low voice: "That's it, let's go now!"

Stepping on the sword light, he flew directly towards the place where the Liu family in the south of the city was located.

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Practicing boxing today, because the old man increased the weight of his fist intent, the pain of falling in the immortal style was even more unbearable, and Su Ming was even more sinful.

After more than three months of practicing boxing, Su Ming has now condensed five innate qi, such a speed is not only appalling, but also a speed of progress, and the tenacity of each innate qi is unimaginable to others, of course, such results are all due to the ruthlessness of the old man's punches and Su Ming's gritted teeth.

Before practicing boxing the next day, Su Ming thought about it and asked the old man how he should practice swordsmanship.

As a result, the old man's face became extremely ugly, in this sword pavilion full of sword cultivators, the old man's mentality was not too good, hearing Su Ming ask so much at this moment, naturally he didn't have a good face, and then increased the weight of the fist intent in the name of changing the fist, and the sky-swallowing style unceremoniously pressed on Su Ming's body one after another, and the stripped fist intent was much heavier, which made Su Ming almost cry and call his mother.

In the end, Su Ming, who was dying, lay on the ground, if it weren't for the convulsions all over his body from time to time, Su Ming might have died in the eyes of others.

In fact, even Su Ming himself felt that he had really died in the hands of the old man.

The old man looked down at Su Ming and sneered: "It's really a fart when the old man speaks, before you finish practicing boxing, don't talk to the old man about sword practice, what's the matter, it's too easy to practice boxing with the old man, and you still have the mind to wonder if you can't practice the sword?"

Su Ming, who was covered in blood, was lying on the ground, with blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, rolling his eyes, and unable to say a word at all.

The old man didn't bother to listen to Su Ming's gritted teeth, and he knocked Su Ming unconscious with one kick.

Ah Li heard the movement upstairs almost stopped, and then went up, once carried Su Ming out of the attic and put it in a wooden barrel, when it was put into the wooden barrel, Su Ming was still twitching his arms, looking extremely miserable.

Ah Li helped Su Ming arrange everything before closing the door and walking out, the little girl walked to the door and sighed, and then sat cross-legged at the door, struggling to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and speed up the speed of cultivation.

When Su Ming opened his eyes again, climbed out of the barrel, his appearance was better, he changed his clothes, and it was another evening, he gritted his teeth, stared at the direction of the third floor with an ugly face, and finally didn't dare to open his mouth to scold, if he really spoke, he would be cool now, and he would suffer next.

Carrying the gourd of the soldiers that Liu Sanbian filled with wine for him, Su Ming carefully crossed the little girl who practiced hard, while exhaling a mouthful of turbidity, under the sunset, he calmed down and stretched a lazy waist, he raised his head and drank a small sip of spirits, now his alcohol consumption is much better than the original, but he remembers that Liu Sanbian said that this pot of wine can be a three-color exquisite, the price is really not cheap, he still saves some drink.

At this time, many people and many things come to his mind.

I will think of what happened to the little girl Tan Yun back then, whether it was difficult to study in Yingtian Academy, whether it was happy over there, I haven't seen her for three years, the little girl should have grown into a big girl, and I don't know what the slug who followed her ass back then has grown like that now.

I will think of Pei Qingyu in Fearless City who is doing well now, I haven't seen him for a few years, he has come to that step again, is he still so temperamental now, will he be unhappy in the holy land, but thinking of Pei Qingyu's character, it will not be unpleasant.

I will think of the road of sword sharpening that Xu Lai has taken, where he has gone now, whether he has completed his journey of sharpening his sword, whether this sword cultivator has found his own path of swordsmanship, and whether the long sword in his hand has become sharper.

will think of the stubborn Lu Liang, after being carried away by Li Banlian, he didn't know the ending of Lu Liang, but listening to what the senior of Liangyimen said, he was taken under the door by a strong man, and he didn't know how he was doing now and where he was.

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Thinking about it, the flask in his hand was already drunk.

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