As the pill continued to be entered, Chu Shaoyang felt that his cultivation was slowly stagnant, and finally began to rise slowly.

A day later, Chu Shaoyang refined all the pills.

It's just that Chu Shaoyang, who had finished refining these pills, did not have any joy on his face, but frowned.

"Five hundred Spirit Blood Pills, they have only raised their cultivation to the sixth-fold peak of the Spirit Martial Realm."

"It seems that Senior Lei is right, the further this Spirit Blood Pill goes, the worse the effect will be!"

Holding his hands into a fist, feeling that there was not much strength in his body, Chu Shaoyang looked at the big tree the size of a bucket beside him.

"Let's see how much power we can hit now!"

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly waved his arm, carrying a red thunderbolt and punched the trunk of the tree.

"Bang!"

"Click!"

With a dull sound, I saw the big tree fall to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Four thousand four hundred pounds, how is it possible?!"

"The sixfold peak of the Lingwu Realm, how can you hit a power comparable to the ninefold of the Lingwu Realm?"

Looking at this scene, Chu Shaoyang's eyes were full of shock.

Every time a martial artist improves his cultivation, he will increase the strength of a tiger, that is, five hundred catties.

However, Chu Shaoyang's sixfold peak cultivation in the Spirit Martial Realm, according to the strength of a normal martial artist, should be three thousand five hundred catties.

However, he had a strength of four thousand four hundred catties, which was only one hundred catties less than the nine heavy weights of the Lingwu Realm.

"It seems that it should be the reason for cultivating the Nine Heavens Thunder Emperor Technique."

After a little groaning, Chu Shaoyang saw that being able to play such a powerful power must be inseparable from his special physique and the "Nine Heavens Thunder Emperor Jue".

"At present, it should be difficult to improve your cultivation, so next, it's time to learn martial arts!"

Seeing that the Spirit Blood Pill had been fully refined, Chu Shaoyang had no choice but to focus on martial arts.

At the moment, he poured out all the martial arts in the bags of the young man in Chinese clothes and the thin old man, and began to select them one by one.

"Green Thunder Jue, Yellow-level mid-grade exercises."

But at this moment, among the many martial arts, he suddenly found a yellow-level middle-grade cultivation technique.

"No wonder it can stimulate thunder and lightning, it should be learned this exercise."

After taking a closer look, Chu Shaoyang found that this exercise not only had many loopholes, but also that there was no risk in cultivation, so he guessed that the young man in Huafu must have learned this exercise in order to stimulate the thunder and lightning.

For this kind of incomplete exercise, Chu Shao, who has the "Nine Heavens Thunder Emperor Formula", can't look down on it and directly ignores it.

The two of them don't have a lot of martial arts, a total of eight.

Soon, Chu Shaoyang selected two martial arts.

One is the yellow-level best martial art Wind Thunder Sword Technique.

The other is called Burning Sun Fist, which is also a superb martial art, but it is just a fire attribute superb martial art.

The first thing Chu Shaoyang had to learn was the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique.

Wind and thunder swordsmanship, there are a total of five styles.

The first type, a sword and thunder!

The second type, thunder light sword shadow!

The third type, Heavenly Thunder Fantasy!

The fourth type, thunder!

The fifth type, thunder and lightning lore!

According to the above introduction, if you learn all the five styles, the power is comparable to the Xuan-level low-grade martial arts.

As for the Sun Fist, there are not too many complicated moves, only one feature.

Once activated, the fist is like a flame, which can incinerate the void and weaken the opponent's attack.

The higher the cultivation, the stronger the power!

After carefully reading the two martial arts introductions, Chu Shaoyang turned around and walked not far away.

Cultivating these two martial arts, it is inevitable that there will be some disturbances, and he doesn't want to disturb Ye Mei.

Seeing him walk away, Ye Mei just glanced up and continued to meditate.

……

Two days later, in a dimly lit forest, there was a violent beast roar.

As I looked at it, I saw that in the dim dense forest, a demon beast shaped like a cow and with a single horn was being beaten back by a black-clothed young man holding a long sword, roaring angrily.

"This Wind and Thunder Sword Technique is worthy of being a thunder martial art, it is really powerful!"

Looking at the one-horned demon bull standing not far away, roaring at him again and again, and being terrified, the corners of Chu Shaoyang's mouth hooked up a smug smile.

As his cultivation improved, Chu Shaoyang found that the speed at which he cultivated his martial arts was getting faster and faster.

The Wind and Thunder Sword Technique and the Sun Fist, he only took two days to learn them all.

Now, urging one of these two martial arts, even the eighth-order demon bull on the opposite side is not his opponent.

Chu Shaoyang at this moment, if he uses all his strength, he can completely fight with the Lingwu Realm Ninefold, although he can't win, but it is not so easy for the other party to win him.

"Stepping on ......"

But at this moment, the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded not far from him.

When I turned my head, I saw a young man and girl wearing a fiery red costume and a weapon, walking in the direction of the Qinglong Mountain Range.

Seeing this scene, Chu Shaoyang was not much surprised.

In the past two days, he has been cultivating here, and he has seen many sect disciples passing by, all of whom have gone to the Qinglong Mountain Range to participate in the Qinglong Competition.

"I heard that no, the grandson of the Great Elder of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, Yan Hong, was killed."

Just as Chu Shaoyang turned his head and was about to continue cultivating martial arts, a voice attracted his attention.

"I heard that, I also heard that he has found out that the person who killed his grandson is a teenager and a young girl, and at this moment he is leading hundreds of inner disciples towards here."

"Hey, I really don't know what those two people rely on, and they dare to provoke such an existence!"

The group quickly disappeared from Chu Shaoyang's sight.

And at this moment, Chu Shaoyang suddenly put away the steel sword in his hand, turned around and rushed towards where Ye Mei was.

The enemy has already chased after him, and he must inform Ye Mei to leave as soon as possible.

Heavenly Sword Pavilion, like Yuntian Sect, belongs to the same Nine-Rank Sect, and the Great Elder under its sect is at least in the Yuanwu Realm.

Although Ye Mei was also in the Yuanwu Realm, Chu Shaoyang didn't think that Ye Mei would be the opponent of the Great Elder.

Chu Shaoyang's speed was extremely fast, and in a blink of an eye, he arrived at the place where the two of them were resting.

But when he got there, he found it too late.

Hundreds of disciples with long swords on their backs had surrounded Ye Mei, and in front of everyone, a white-haired old man with a gloomy face, his hands behind his back, staring at Ye Mei coldly.

"Female doll, you are not my opponent, as long as you are willing to tell me where the person who killed my grandson is, I can spare your life!"

"I was the one who killed your grandson, and no one else."

However, in the face of the domineering white-haired old man, Ye Mei said with a solemn expression.

At this moment, she only hoped that Chu Shaoyang would not come, otherwise both of them would die.

"My grandson died under Lei Zhenqi, I can't feel any Lei Zhenqi in your body, you are not the one who killed him."

Shaking his head, the white-haired old man said coldly: "I have already given you the opportunity, since you don't cherish it, then don't blame the old man!" ”

The words fell, and the white-haired old man walked towards Ye Mei step by step.

"Senior, what should I do, is there any way to save her?"

In the face of the powerhouse of the Yuanwu Realm, Chu Shaoyang had no power to fight back, but he couldn't watch Ye Mei being killed by the other party, so he could only ask Lei Potian for help.

Because he knew that if there was a way to save Ye Mei, it would be only this old man with a mysterious origin.