"The second layer of Qi cultivation has broken through."

Jing Qing stood up in surprise, felt the more powerful power in his body, and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

In both past and present lives, he understood the importance of power.

Pulling out a thick wooden stick from the water tank, Jing Qing practiced swordsmanship in the wide cave.

The footsteps cooperated, and the long stick was danced in his hand, although there was no sharp sword light, but the stick shadow was heavy, whipping the air, and the whistling sound was endless, but it was also full of momentum.

The swordsmanship is not very good, but when this body was young, when he was in the market, he peeked at the simple moves he had memorized, but with the power of an immortal cultivator, it looked quite decent.

Jing Qing soon noticed the change in himself after the second layer of Qi training.

According to the body's memory, when I practice swords on weekdays, because there is no systematic learning, my steps are always slightly out of shape, and there are also problems with the way I swing the sword.

Nowadays, the stick is like a stick that grows in the hand, and it is up to you to hit it.

This kind of casual feeling made Jing Qing obsessed, so much so that his whole body was exhausted, and he stopped panting.

"Twelve layers of Qi training, one level at a time, this sentence is really not wrong."

"But if I raise one level, my combat power will be doubled."

The dancing stick was too involved, and it wasn't until now that Jing Qing realized that he had practiced the swordsmanship after two hours.

With such a heavy swordsmanship, I used to practice it for half an hour, and I didn't have the strength.

Tried to smash the Thunder Soul panel again and cultivate, but Jing Qing got a hint that his body was too weak, and he could only do it a second time after five days, otherwise there would be problems with his body.

I felt a little regretful in my heart, but Jing Qing was pleasantly surprised to find that my spiritual root didn't know when, it actually had the dual attributes of thunder and fire, and although the grade had not undergone qualitative changes and reached the next two grades, it had definitely improved.

"Maybe it's because some of the thunder hidden in the thunder soul is integrated into the body."

"Maybe after absorbing the thunder soul, my spiritual root will also improve, maybe I can reach a medium level, and in that way, the speed of cultivation will also increase greatly."

Jing Qing was thoughtful, with a hint of anticipation in his heart.

The spiritual root is like a tree root, absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, so its advantages and disadvantages directly determine the speed of cultivation, and the immortal cultivation world has gone through countless years to unify the standard of the advantages and disadvantages of the spiritual root.

Upper, middle and lower, each layer is divided into three grades, one grade is the best, three grades are the worst, and the medium spiritual root, even if it is a lower grade, it can be regarded as a genius. There is only one out of a billion people, and the cultivation speed is far beyond Jingqing's imagination.

"Goo."

While thinking about it, Jing Qing suddenly realized that he was hungry and was about to get up and go to the kitchen, when suddenly, clear footsteps approached the cave he was in.

Skillfully dissipating the supernatural power of his left eye, so that the color of his eyes was normal, he raised his head and looked towards the entrance of the cave, and a familiar face appeared in Jing Qing's eyes.

With a long face, a thin figure, and eyes that reveal a poisonous snake-like gaze, he looks very gloomy.

The person who came was Zhang Lun, his senior brother, who said that he was from the same family, but in fact he was an enemy.

A few days ago, when he was practicing, it was he who hit himself hard with the cultivation of the second layer of Qi training, if he hadn't occupied this body, I'm afraid he would still be seriously injured now.

Now that he's here, it's definitely not good.

Sure enough, when he saw Jing Qing, his first words were:

"Senior brother, I didn't expect you to be dead."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Jing Qing's face was ugly, but he didn't act rashly.

In the remaining memories of his body, Zhang Lun is a very terrible guy.

Not only is the spiritual root qualification, but Cheng Dù, who has reached the second grade, far surpasses himself, but more importantly, he has the cultivation of the second level of Qi cultivation, and his comprehensive ability is more than double that of himself.

As early as half a year ago, he relied on his cultivation that was higher than others, and together with two other brothers who were slightly stronger in cultivation, he occupied the cave.

Most of the new juniors were killed when they were lowly in cultivation, and only a few were able to live a little longer.

There is no other reason for killing, just because the old demon cultivates evil magic skills, and every once in a while, he needs a fresh corpse, which is the best he has ever cultivated.

It's not that no one resisted, those who resisted died, and the leader wailed for three days before swallowing with a distorted and terrifying smile on his face.

In this case, if you want to live, you have to kill someone, as long as it is not yourself who dies, who cares about anything else?

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sp; This world is so cruel.

"Is it your turn now? No wonder Liu Wei would sneak attack him in secret. ”

With a tight heart, Jing Qing's mind turned sharply and he made up his mind decisively.

Taking two steps back slightly, he shouted with a panicked expression: "Senior brother, aren't there two newcomers in the cave, why do you want to attack me?" ”

"Seven days later, that damn old devil, ready to break through the bottleneck, needs four corpses of a first-level Qi cultivator, and you are the third, so junior brother, I'm sorry, you and I have known each other for two years, and if it is not necessary, I don't want to kill you."

"Don't blame me, if you want to blame, blame yourself for being weak."

Zhang Lun's face was gloomy, and his hand moved to the hilt of the knife at his waist, and he was about to pull out the knife and unsheath it and kill Jing Qing.

At this moment, Jing Qing's expression changed, a few traces of coldness shot out of his eyes, and before Zhang Lun made a move, he had already tightened his grip on the wooden stick and pounced on it in a rushing way, and the iron rod struck Zhang Lun's head fiercely.

"Boom."

The iron rod struck Zhang Lun's head with a dull sound, and bright red blood flowed down like a waterfall.

"It's so strong, how is it possible."

Suffering a heavy blow, Zhang Lun took a few steps back in disbelief.

If it was before, Jing Qing's strength hit Zhang Lun's body, it didn't hurt at all, unless it was the use of sharp iron weapons, it would cause fatal injuries.

This is also the reason why Zhang Lun stood there with a big stab, without any vigilance.

But now it's different, Jing Qing's cultivation has broken through, his strength has increased greatly, and the spiritual power on his body has also become offensive because of the thunder soul, even if he fights head-on, he will not be weaker than Zhang Lun.

"Die, Zhang Lun!"

didn't give Zhang Lun a chance to fight back, Jing Qing followed a few steps forward, and it was another merciless blow, the location of the attack was still the head, and even used spiritual power.

Although he doesn't know spells, he still increases his attack power and bursts out if he attaches his spiritual power to the stick.

This can be said to be the crudest way to use spiritual power, which is wasteful, but it is better than simple and effective.

A large amount of spiritual power attached to the wooden stick exploded and shot together, and the faint white halo that appeared in an instant was extremely dazzling in the dim cave.

With a "click", the wooden stick broke, and Zhang Lun's forehead also exploded into a bright blood flower, and with a muffled sound, he had fallen crookedly, the short knife fell, and the blood gathered into a shocking pool of bright red under his body.

The left eye instantly turned red, and Jing Qing saw one, a light ball of light separated from Zhang Lun's body and flew out, and before it dissipated, it turned into a cool air flow and was absorbed by the left eye.