Zhao Qi sat on his knees at the bottom of the pool, like an old turtle not far away, closing his eyes to feel the flow of true qi in his body.

All Taoist kung fu methods seem to be inseparable from true qi, and the same is true of this turtle breath Dafa, which is the most basic Taoist method of perceiving the true qi in the body.

After several days of non-stop comprehension, Zhao Qi finally figured out the true qi flowing in the veins in his body, but it was even more difficult to deliberately guide the true qi, and it seemed that there was no way to complete it in a short time.

Zhao Qi has never been too entangled in clueless things, since he can't guide the true qi, he uses this true qi to combine with his own swordsmanship to understand the sword qi that has not been allowed to enter for a long time.

The Turtle Breath Dafa has been practiced, and Zhao Qi is now in the potential pool for half an hour without showing his head, but he has been soaking in the water for a long time, and his skin will inevitably itch after going ashore.

I don't know how long he sat under the water, Zhao Qi seemed to feel something, suddenly opened his eyes, and his body burst out at that moment, jumped out of the water on the clear waves, and swung a sword at the dead tree on the shore at the same moment.

The sword blade cut through the sky, and the whistling sound was heard here, but there was already a sword qi coming out of the air, and the momentum was actually terrifying, but for a moment, only a roar was heard, and the dead wood was actually powdered by the sword qi.

The pool of water comes out, and the sword qi is formed.

On this day, Zhao Qi lifted his sword into the forest.

After entering the forest, Zhao Qi walked out of the sheath with his sword, always on guard against Wei Yan's elusive sword.

Zhao Qi stepped on the branch and made a "click" sound, and the next moment, a knife shot out of the thatched hut not far away, which was more powerful than the previous few times, Zhao Qi was not afraid, and waved a sword in his hand, and a sword qi rolled out, and the momentum was not weaker than that sword gang.

The sword gang collided with the sword qi and exploded in the forest, and the aftermath spread, knocking down two trees alive.

Wei Yan Xu was really angry, and slashed out a sword again, probably because he felt that it was not enough to repel Zhao Qi, and then slashed out two more swords.

Three knives in a row, one after another.

The sword that the senior brother who never hurt a single grass or tree in the fight with Zhao Qi actually cut off several forest trees, which shows how terrifying these three knives are.

Zhao Qi was shocked, he didn't dare to respond to his edge, and he turned over and dodged the first sword. Stepping on the tree trunk on his toes, he volleyed into the air, dodged the second sword gang, and swung a sword in the air, the sword qi collided with the third sword gang, and exploded, and the aftermath hit Zhao Qi, who was about to land, and it was Shengsheng who pushed him out of the forest.

The senior brother in the thatched hut deep in the forest never showed his head, and cut the little marquis out of the woods with four knives.

Zhao Qi stood up, patted the dust on his body, and was not angry, grinned, and shouted towards the thatched hut in the forest: "Today, four knives, dozens of woods, when I cut all the trees in the forest and collide with my senior brother's sword, it will be the time to step into the second rate!"

Wei Yan's voice came from the forest for the first time, only one word: "Get out!"

Zhao Qi was afraid that this cold-tempered senior brother would swing another sword, so he ran away with the sword.

Yunjian Pavilion is not far from Wei Yan's residence, only separated by a cliff that is not too high, Wei Yan is on the mountain, and Yunjian Pavilion is at the bottom of the mountain.

Zhao Qi jumped off the cliff and didn't take two steps before he saw an unexpected person.

I saw a little Taoist in green clothes not far away sneakily walking up the mountain, Zhao Qi showed a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth, and said in his heart: "I let you slip away last time, but today I actually came to the door, I want to see if you, the little Taoist, are really masters, or are you pretending to be a ghost."

Thinking like this, he jumped and hid in the forest by the roadside.

The little Taoist only lowered his head and hurried lightly, but he didn't see Zhao Qi, and Leng Buding was startled by the figure that jumped out of the bushes, and smashed it with a fist.

Before the poor little marquis could react, he was punched in the face by the Taoist, and he fell to the ground with a "plop".

After seeing the faces of the people on the earth, the Taoist knew that he had caused a big disaster, and he didn't know what to do, so he just stood in place and hesitated, neither to leave nor to stay. The little marquis who lost his skin was rough and thick-skinned, and he got up from the ground with a bone, and looked at this harmless little Taoist condescendingly.

Xiaodaoren's eyelids jumped, knowing that he couldn't avoid a fat beating, and he didn't plan to run away, so he squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, and said: "Childe and Xiaodao are really fateful, last time I said goodbye, it was still close at hand, and today we met again, Childe is okay?"

But it was Zhao who first came to the court to sing and met the little Taoist who was herding cattle at the foot of Guling Mountain.

Zhao Qi just looked at the little Taoist with a cold face, and didn't speak, and his chest fell together, making the little Taoist even more cramped and uneasy.

The little Taoist was a little overwhelmed, pointed to the tip of Zhao Qi's pen and said, "Childe, you have a nosebleed......

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Qi felt a burst of warmth in his nasal cavity, and thick blood dripped down his chin.

Zhao Qi was furious, shouted, completely ignoring the blood on his face, and opened his arms to pounce on the culprit.

Seeing that the momentum was not right, the Xiaodao man took a step forward, and ran wildly towards the mountain, shouting while running: "Don't get angry, anger hurts your body, Xiaodao is not intentional, Gongzi is still bleeding, and his body is heavy, you might as well stop the bleeding first and then see Xiaodao in general......"

Zhao Qi completely ignored this little Taoist's nonsense and chased after him.

The trailman's ability to escape was first-class, no matter how fast Zhao Qi ran, he couldn't catch up, but when he was about to run to the top of the mountain, the trailman suddenly stopped, and the rules and regulations stood aside.

Zhao Qi didn't have time to think about it and pounced, but he was vigorously pushed away, and he took a few steps back one after another, and then Wang Chan's voice came: "Disciple, don't be unreasonable."

I saw that the little Taoist stood still, saluted respectfully, and said: "Zixiang has seen Mr. Guigu, but I haven't seen him for a few days, Grandpa Wang's face is even more ruddy, and there is a faint tendency to gain the Tao, which makes the little Taoist envious."

Wang Chan stroked his palms and laughed, knocked lightly on the head of the Taoist, and said, "You kid, you have a flamboyant tongue and an appetite for old decay."

The little Taoist smiled and arched his hand: "Grandpa Wang praised it falsely."

Zhao Qi looked at the old man and the young man making fun of each other, frowned, and was quite unhappy in his heart, so he asked Wang Chan: "How can you, this old man, favor outsiders?" This calf's nose punched your beloved disciple and bled endlessly, you just ignore it, why don't you let me teach this nonsense-filled kid a lesson? ”

Wang Chan smiled and said: "This is my close friend of Gu Lingshan's personal disciple Lu Zixiang, today to Yun Dream must be his master Yu Dao Fa has made progress again, drag his apprentice to ask the old man to give him a point or two, you can't be with Zixiang in general, you two are both young and handsome, you should learn from each other and make progress, as for today's Zixiang punching you, he will still be on his master."

Zhao Qi felt a little more comfortable at this time, this punch can't be taken in vain, as for Lu Zixiang, a little Taoist, the little marquis smiled, he lives in Yunjian Pavilion, and Lao Liu seems to be a little too busy to serve him alone.

Lu Zixiang listened to Wang Chan's words, and complained bitterly in his heart, and secretly sweated for the master in his heart, this time the master was miserable. Turning his head, he suddenly saw a malicious smile on Zhao Qi's face, and a bad premonition arose.

A few days later, Mr. Guigu went down the mountain to Guling Mountain Dao Tong as a guest, and the people of the two mountains knew that what they said was to go to point out to each other with the head of the Heavenly Dao, and if they didn't say it well, they went to fight with Li Chongyang.

On the shore of Yunjian Lake in Yunmeng Mountain, Zhao Qi and Lu Zixiang sat face to face, with a pile of firewood in the middle, and each of them roasted a pheasant on the fire. These two people don't know each other. Zhao Qi is a person with a small belly and chicken intestines, as soon as Wang Chan's front foot came down the mountain, Zhao Qi caught Lu Zixiang and beat him fatly, and his nose and face were swollen at this time was particularly funny.

Lu Zixiang is a cultivator, originally he didn't eat meat, he couldn't bear Zhao Qi's persuasion, and finally took a bite, half-cooked, but it was many times better than the wild vegetables that Guling Mountain ate every day.

With this foundation, Lu Zixiang threw away the master's admonition and put the other pheasant that Zhao Qi beat on the fire.

Zhao Qi put the roast chicken on the tip of the pen and sniffed it, inhaled the fragrance into his nostrils fiercely, shook his head with a look of enjoyment, and asked Lu Zixiang: "I see that your speed of escaping is not like an ordinary man, why didn't I fight back when I beat you?" Will you fight at all? ”

Lu Zixiang's face flushed, and he reached out to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and then said hesitantly: "Probably not, I don't know, the master said that I don't need to learn to fight, just concentrate on cultivation."

Zhao Qi was a little amused, grabbed a stone and threw it over, and Lu Zixiang turned his head to dodge.

"It's been a few days since you came to Yunmeng Mountain, and I don't see your master urging you to go back, could it be that your master doesn't want you anymore?" Zhao Qi looked at this personal disciple of the head of Gu Ling Mountain and quipped.

The Taoist who was squatting on the ground stared intently at the roast chicken on the firewood, and said without raising his head: "Master doesn't care where I go, as long as I don't go to Sumen Mountain, I will go to the ends of the earth, and Master won't say anything, but I grew up on the mountain since I was a child, and I heard that the people under the mountain are fierce, so I don't dare to go down the mountain, and the farthest is to go to Yunmeng Mountain to find Grandpa Wang."

"You've never been out of the mountains when you're so old?" Zhao Qi's eyes widened, and he looked at this Taoist who was not small.

Lu Zixiang nodded solemnly.

"Why don't you go down the mountain? Just afraid of the people under the mountain? Zhao Qi asked with some curiosity.

"It's not all, it's my uncle on the mountain who told me that I am the reincarnation of Li Er, and I have carried the Dao of Taoism for five hundred years, and the Heavenly Master Mansion of Sumen Mountain is not in line with our Guling Mountain, so let me be careful of the Taoist of Sumen Mountain when I go down the mountain, but I heard that the Monkey Master of Sumen Mountain is even more powerful than my master, in case I encounter a dead end? It's better to stay in the mountains and not go anywhere. ”

Zhao Qi looked at him with a smile and asked, "Then you plan to stay in Guling Mountain for the rest of your life?"

The little Taoist shook his head and said, "When I can beat Qi Xuanzhen, I will go down the mountain."