On the lonely peak, Mr. Win waved his hand to shake out the Dao sword qi, and its sound was like thunder breaking through the air, blocking the edge of this lonely peak, only the sound of the sword qi breaking through the air was heard in his ears, and the sharp qi was close to Wang Anfeng's face, and the young man only felt that the hairs on his body were rising, as if the next moment, a divine sword would come from somewhere and chop him into several pieces.

The scribe took his hand, glanced at the lone peak with disdain, and then fell on Wang Anfeng, frowned slightly, and said:

"My swordsmanship is complicated, and your foundation is far from being able to learn the inner supernatural powers."

"But if you only pursue the complexity of the moves, but there is a kung fu, I have watched countless sword moves in the world, integrated and penetrated, and created seventy-two second-hand to break through, as the cornerstone of the entry of a peak sword classic."

"Just right."

After saying that, there was a shock in his hand, and an eight-sided Han sword appeared, slashing at will, tearing the air and making a sharp sound of breaking the air, glanced at Wang Anfeng, and shouted coldly:

"Since you want to learn, watch it carefully."

"Later, if it is difficult for me to be satisfied...... Hum! ”

The young man's scalp was numb, and he said yes, and the drink in his ears was already rising.

"The first potential, the green dragon breaks the water, and specializes in breaking the messy gun marksmanship."

"Even if it is a golden phoenix nodding his head and marksmanship in a famous town in the rivers and lakes, it can be broken at will."

"Look!"

In the voice of words, the long sword shot, the sword moves were chaotic like water, but it was extremely condensed and sharp, all the way down the sword technique, the sword shadow was continuous, like water endlessly, suddenly the sword body shook and groaned, the sword qi turned into reality, faintly like a green dragon breaking out of the water, roaring and roaring, and suddenly pounced forward, tearing and shattering the air one foot square in front of him.

The sword momentum gradually tends to be sharp, the style changes suddenly, extremely ruthless, unconscious, suddenly killing moves, unguardable, Wang Anfeng brought into the opponent's situation with this sword move, and unconsciously broke out in a cold sweat, only felt that this sword was violent, and he resolutely killed the move, and his martial arts were not spared.

Leng Ran's voice sounded in his ears.

"The second sword momentum, the long snake shakes the tail, and the double halberd and double crutches are broken."

The sword moves changed again, the sword light was endless, and the killing opportunities were endless, which made the young man's scalp tingle for a while.

The familiar voice sounded in his ears again and again, and every time he sounded, the style of swordsmanship in front of him would suddenly change.

All kinds of sword moves and swordsmanship, it can be seen that they come from the same source, the general changes in the moves are not complicated, but the delicate places are very different in style, and the combination is completely different, but they are all wonderful sword moves and swordsmanship. It was staged again and again in front of the eyes of the teenager.

Wang Anfeng's eyes widened, looking at this swordsmanship stubbornly, for fear of missing a little, but where could he remember, he only felt that the sword light in his eyes was fierce before, and the changes were endless, and the cold cheer in his ears included all the blade moves he knew.

"Immortal fishing turtles, breaking the meteor hammer method!"

"The ancient tree is entrenched, and the sword sweeping the eyebrows is broken all the way to swordsmanship!"

"The sky is full of stars, breaking the tiger hook and strange gate!"

"Pai Liujia, breaking the door thaumaturgy!"

The sword light was cold, until the seventy-second potential, the nine phoenixes were in the sun, breaking the true qi of the inner family, the sword shadow was dispersed, the scribe threw it casually, the wooden sword spun up, and then firmly nailed into the hard mountain and stone ground, Weng Ming did not stop, and the sword blade shook left and right A layer of ripples like a substance.

The green-shirted scribe stood with his hands in his hands and said:

"This sword is complex and specialized, and it is enough to make you dominate under the middle third grade."

The voice paused slightly, and then said lightly:

"Within seven days, practice it."

Wang Anfeng's eyes were still flickering with residual sword light before his eyes at this time, and he was a little shocked when he heard this, and subconsciously said:

"Seven days?"

"This ......"

The scribe took a step sideways, looked at him and sneered, and said:

"You want me to pass on your complicated swordsmanship, but I passed it on at this time, but you didn't learn it?"

"Are you playing with the elders?"

The boy took a step back and said:

"The juniors don't dare."

Mr. Win sneered and said, "Don't you dare, that is, you have the heart but no courage?" ”

Wang Anfeng opened his mouth, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and he didn't know how to answer, the scribe brushed his sleeves and said coldly:

"Seventy-two years are broken, and the core is broken."

"Don't worry, with Bronze Man Lane as a basis, I will be able to let you enter in seven days."

The young man's face was slightly sluggish, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, so he stiffly bowed and said:

"Both...... That being the case, thank you, sir. ”

The scribe bowed his head, and the corners of his mouth were cold.

"Not necessarily."

"Huainanzi" once said that the way of heaven is silent, there is no room for nothing, it is extremely big, and it is unfathomable.

As it turned out, Mr. Win's methods were equally unfathomable to the barren imagination of a teenager.

The moon hung in the air, outside the Bronze Man Alley, the huge wooden barrel was filled with brown liquid, Wang Anfeng was lying in it, only his head was exposed, his face was full of exhaustion, and his palms soaked in the liquid medicine were still trembling slightly.

If it is an opponent in the Bronze Man Alley in ordinary times, it is a competition, a competition, there are rules, and the point is stopped.

Then the opponent of these days is fighting, fighting, almost nothing, and never dying.

At first, he was just an opponent with similar martial arts, and then he became a siege of two or three people, and his skills were steadily improving.

For example, Fang Cai, one makes the sword, the other makes the hammer, the momentum is huge, he has to crush the complicated sword style, the immortal fishing turtle, the ancient tree roots are connected, and the number of efforts is almost forced to the limit, and he is only barely trying to defeat one person, and he is smashed out of the alley by the heavy hammer, and the blood in his chest is churning, and it is difficult to carry it.

If you strike another blow, you will be defeated and die.

Thinking of that result, Wang Anfeng still had palpitations, Wu Changqing flicked his right hand, and on the young man's acupoint, more than a dozen silver needles vibrated in unison, dispersing the depressed qi in his chest and abdomen, and the medicinal power surged, infiltrating into the body, accompanied by the internal force of the Buddhism that circulated in the body, slowly calming down the churning qi and blood.

After a while, the young man exhaled, feeling that the concussive qi and blood in his body had calmed down, so he planned to get up and continue to hone his swordsmanship in the Bronze Man Alley, but before he moved, he was pressed back into the liquid medicine by the old man's palm, causing a splash.

Wu Changqing in front of him stroked his beard with a smile, waved his hand and said:

"Wait and ......"

"Let's not rush in and fight first, today, it's time for the second master to teach you some ways to settle down......"

The boy scratched his head and said:

"Second Master...... I haven't been able to get started with that sword style yet......"

The old man raised his hand, tapped it lightly on Wang Anfeng's forehead, and said with a smile:

"Look at you, who said it was martial arts?"

"Our Medicine King Valley is famous for its medical skills and poison skills, and it doesn't rely on the martial arts of fighting and killing, An Feng, you have also suffered from poisoning before, do you dare to underestimate this poison technique?"

When Wang Anfeng heard this, he remembered what he had encountered outside Guangwu City a few months ago.

The bandit is by no means his enemy, but with a pot of drug, he will be overturned, if it is not for the small success of cultivation, the Buddhist golden bell cover to protect the body, I am afraid that he will really be directly unconscious, let others slaughter, and his expression can't help but be slightly cold.

The old man took advantage of this time, took out many porcelain bottles from the medicine bag, poured them all into the wooden barrel, the fragrance of the medicine was diffused again, the sleeve robe waved, the mellow internal force was like a cloud of steaming, the temperature of the liquid medicine that had been cooled rose again, the true qi was agitated, and turned into a thin line like a substance, pulling the silver needle to fall on several large points on the young man's body, sometimes using the tonic method to enter the qi, and sometimes using the laxative method to force out the useless force to prevent the accumulation of drug poison.

This kind of poisonous body is not a day's work, and there is not the slightest pressure on Wu Changqing, so the old man still has the strength to talk and laugh with the young man while applying the needle, and said:

"This is one of the true masteries of our Medicine King Valley, after Dacheng, not only is your own body invulnerable, but even your internal strength naturally has the miraculous effect of detoxification and healing."

"At that time, ninety percent of the poisons in the world are no longer in your eyes, Hugh said what kind of drug, even if it is a strange poison in the rivers and lakes, it is harmless to you, and it is even quite beneficial to you."

Wang Anfeng's heart shook when he heard this, and he blurted out:

"Wouldn't that kill those masters of the rivers and lakes who used poison to restrain them?"

Wu Changqing said with a smile:

"That's not necessarily true, on the rivers and lakes of the martial arts, there are many romantic characters from generation to generation, since the ancestors of our Medicine King Valley can create this kind of magical skill, then there are latecomers who have found a way to restrain themselves, isn't it normal?"

"If the old ancestor knew that hundreds of years later, someone could break the peerless school he was proud of, I am afraid that he would be overjoyed and drunk."

At this time, the medicinal power gradually entered the body, and a tingling and itching sensation rose, gradually becoming more and more prosperous, and a little sweat stain oozed from the young man's forehead, Wu Changqing knew the taste of forging his body in the first medicinal bath, so he took the initiative to provoke the topic and laughed and talked about some interesting things from the year to distract Wang Anfeng's attention.

After a long conversation, the most difficult moment was finally over, and the boy did not show the unbearable or worst intolerance reaction.

Although it had been confirmed that Wang Anfeng's physique was not the type that was inherently difficult to contain medicinal power, Wu Changqing still secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and there were sweat stains on his forehead, which was actually more tired than when he was forging and refining his body back then. In vain, his internal strength is profound, but at this time, he is no different from ordinary old men, he slowed down a few breaths, and his internal force flowed, so he suppressed the exhaustion, and smiled at Wang Anfeng:

"The medicinal bath is successful, although there is no heat yet, but the drug like last time can't fascinate you."

"In this way, if you walk the rivers and lakes in the future, we can also relax some hearts."

"Get up."

Wang Anfeng nodded, at this time his body was still extremely uncomfortable, as if there were countless fine needles piercing his body, and the pain was long, but in order not to worry the old man, he was still as calm as usual, got up and used his internal force, so that the residual medicinal liquid was steaming, and then changed into clothes.

Every movement, there were silver needles like countless fine cow hairs, densely tied in the place where they touched other things, cold sweat oozed from the young man's forehead, but because of the steaming mist, it was not immediately discovered, in order to divert Wu Changqing's attention, he said with a smile:

"The disciple can ignore the drug now, the second master's skill is so deep, I'm afraid that there is no poison that can invade the body......"

The old man smiled when he heard this, and said, "That's natural...... Even if it is the so-called poisonous intestinal penetration, it is only beneficial to the old man, and our medicine king valley can use basic pharmacology to incorporate the world's poisons into it, and finally use pharmacology to dissolve its toxicity, turn it into a mixed element, and nourish itself. ”

"There's a name for it, and it's called a hybrid body."

At this time, the labor pain in Wang Anfeng's body slowly subsided, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, so he smiled and said:

"Isn't that second master a pity?"

The old man said curiously: "The old man has a happy life, what are the regrets?" ”

"Doesn't the second master never know what poisoning is like?"

The old man was slightly stunned, pointed to Wang Anfeng, who rarely showed some youthfulness in front of him, and said with a smile:

"You, you...... Isn't it a joke to be a teacher? ”

While speaking, he lifted the wooden staff in his hand and made a gesture to fight, the young man was busy clenching his fists and begging for mercy, the old man shook his head helplessly, I don't know what he remembered, his expression became a little calmer, and sighed:

"If you say poisoning...... I've really been hit. ”

The young man was slightly stunned, and then heard Wu Changqing speak in a complicated tone: "In its poison, my heart is depressed, my soul is sluggish, my heart is beating irregularly, my thoughts are rigid like a Mo family organ, my body is like paralysis, and I don't know how time passes." ”

As soon as the old man opened his mouth, he said many extremely serious symptoms in a row, which startled the young man, and said:

"This ...... What kind of poison is this......"

"It's so ruthless!"

Wu Changqing laughed when he heard this, raised his hand and knocked on the young man's forehead, and said:

"It's love poison...... Fall in love at first sight, and goodbye is already sinking. ”

"Women in the world are poisonous, although they are not fatal, they can make life worse than death, although life is worse than death, but they are partial to life...... Sweet. ”

"An Feng, you haven't done anything wrong, don't try......"

The young man nodded his head in confusion, the old man smiled, but he remembered that the young man was so fashionable and less than fourteen.

Where do you know what love is.

After a while, Wang Anfeng re-entered the Bronze Man Alley to practice, but Wu Changqing was reminded of the memory that had long been pressed in his heart because of the conversation just now, his thoughts were churning, and the old man's eyes became inexplicably a little distant, as if he had seen the seemingly gentle, but actually naughty girl again.

"Little apprentice, remember that no one in the world believes ......"

"What? They say you're not righteous enough? Now, you say that, you're a girl. ”

"Girls, occasionally be a little suspicious and stingy."

"It's not normal to be a little suspicious once in a while."

"Stinky Taoist, what are you laughing at!" The girl who was teaching her apprentice raised her head and glared fiercely at the gentle young man leaning against the wooden pillar.

"Hahahahahaha~"

After all, the young doctor couldn't hold back, Lang Lang's laughter became more and more wanton, but it finally became ethereal, and slowly dissipated into the already somewhat muddy memory, Wu Changqing's eyes softened, and he lay down on the bamboo chair, leisurely, and muttered in a low voice.

Enter my lovesick door, know that I am lovesick.

Sauvignon Blanc is long and remembrance, and Sauvignon Blanc is infinite.

I knew that it was so stumbling, how could it be like the beginning......

PS: The long chapter is offered, thank you, and the more is added to the shelves.