Pai Yun Zhang, Xuan level intermediate exercises, qi moves with the clouds, and the mountains and seas are overwhelming.

Burning fire, Xuan-level low-level mental method, fire spirit into the body, for the practice of physical exercises.

Yan Hui, a low-level body method of the Xuan Rank, cultivates to the extreme, and his body is as light as a swallow, like a shadow.

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After walking around, turning over and over here, turning over and over there, Meng Ran still couldn't find the exercises he liked, although these exercises were all good, but they still didn't make him tempted.

What he wants most now is a body method, and now he is still too weak, a life-saving body method is undoubtedly crucial, and if he can't beat it, he has to be able to escape.

"That's it, hehe. ”

Dongfang Yu'er was holding a roll of Explosive Flame Array Formation Diagram in her hand, complacent.

Explosive Flame Array, Level 2 Formation Diagram, summoned out, and the strong people in the Psychic Realm must also avoid its edge.

Meng Ran asked, "Didn't you come to pick the exercises, why did you choose a formation map?"

Dongfang Yu'er said: "You don't know this, now for me the formation is more important than cultivation, with my current formation attainments and my Dongfang family's exercises, I can compete with a cultivator who has just been psychic." ”

Meng Ran whispered: "How powerful is this formation?"

"That's not it, I didn't ask you to come to the Formation Pavilion, and now I regret it?"

Meng Ran gave her a blank look and continued to look for exercises.

"I'll go first, Bai Mao, you pick yours slowly, it's time for me to prepare my formation. Dongfang Yu'er chose her favorite formation map, registered it immediately, and tinkered with her formation.

After Dongfang Yu'er left, Meng Ran could finally choose exercises quietly.

Suddenly, Zang Feng behind Meng Ran seemed to sense something, and he was crazy and agitated, pushing Meng Ran all the way forward.

Meng Ran didn't know what was going on, so he was pushed away.

Finally guiding Meng Ran to the end of the bookshelf, Zang Feng finally stopped his restlessness.

Meng Ran felt very strange, and suddenly at the bottom of the bookshelf, he saw an extremely dilapidated book, which was stuffed at the foot of the bookshelf, and should have been taken by the people of the Scripture Pavilion to pad the foot of the bookshelf.

Meng Ran was a little curious, the bookshelf was slightly raised, and he pulled out the book from the bottom of the shelf, the book was covered with a layer of ash, and there were many cobwebs on it, and he couldn't see its name clearly when he held it in his hand.

Cleaning up the dust on it, the book turned out to be a small gray-blue book, very worn and old. There are four big characters engraved on it: Pulling the Mountain Sword Technique.

Seeing this, Elder Wu was puzzled: "Isn't Little Friend Mo interested in this swordsmanship?"

Meng Ran bowed.

"The old man advises you to change the technique! This sword technique is not suitable for you. ”

"Why?"

Elder Wu explained: "This sword technique is called the sword technique of pulling out the mountain, the sword technique of the superior of the Xuan Rank, the sword technique is exquisite, but unfortunately it is only a fragment, and there have been many disciples who have practiced this sword technique, but in the end they all returned in vain. So far, none of the disciples of this sect have succeeded, so let's find another exercise!"

Meng Ran was surprised, this was just a fragment, and it could be regarded as a Xuan-level exercise, which was really good.

With the cheats in his hand, Meng Ran could feel the extraordinaryness of this swordsmanship.

"Why is it just a fragment, the second half of it?"

"The old man doesn't know, he only knows that this sword technique has been a fragment since the Xuanqing sect was opened. ”

When I opened it, there were a few big characters on it: the sword has no edge, pulling out the mountains and splitting the sea.

Eight words, revealing a heavy sword intent. Meng Ran pondered for a moment, his eyes lit up, the sword has no edge, isn't his own hidden edge a bladeless sword, his own hidden edge is a bladeless sword, isn't it a swordsmanship tailored for him.

No wonder this Tibetan front has a slight rhythm, like a psychic thing.

Meng Ran said, "Elder Wu, then you need this sword technique. ”

"Meng Ran Xiaoyou, are you sure?"

"I'm sure. ”

Elder Wu didn't know why he said, "This is a crooked sword technique, and you still need to use a bladeless sword, are you sure?"

"I'm going to pull out the mountain sword technique. Meng Ran's eyes were firm, not this swordsmanship.

"Well, if Xiaoyou is so decisive, it's up to you. "Elder Wu is also helpless, Meng Ran is so sure that he wants this swordsmanship that no one has practiced.

"Elder Wu, the disciple has the courage to ask, can the disciple choose another exercise?" Meng Ran said greedily.

He was originally going to choose a Xuan-level body method for emergencies, and he didn't want his life to be in the hands of others.

"No, the rules of the sect are like this, so it is not advisable to choose more. Elder Wu decisively refused.

"A high-grade spirit stone. Meng Ran had long expected that the Elders would refuse.

"No, you can't. The elder moved slightly.

Meng Ran added: "Two. ”

"That's it, this sword technique should be given to your friend by the old man. Elder Wu finally agreed.

For him, two high-grade spirit stones were equivalent to half a year's worth of money.

This mountain-pulling sword technique was originally an abandoned sword technique, which was pressed at the bottom of the bookshelf and no one cared about, but it was a good deal to exchange for two high-grade spirit stones.

At the price of two spirit stones, Meng Ran finally chose a low-level body technique called Treading Wind and Clouds under the leadership of Elder Wu.

After registering, Meng Ran happily took the two Xuanjie cheats and walked out of the Scripture Pavilion.

And Elder Wu was outside the Scripture Pavilion, holding a high-grade spirit stone the size of a goose egg in one hand, very satisfied.

......

Outside Xuanqing Mountain, in front of the waterfall.

Meng Ran was at the bottom of the waterfall, naked, the frantic waterfall fell down and smashed on Meng Ran, Meng Ran failed to withstand the pressure of the waterfall, and was directly collapsed out of the waterfall.

No, come again.

He rose from the pool and continued to stand in the waterfall, but in the blink of an eye, he was beaten out by the waterfall again.

......

Again.

After several shots, Meng Ran was finally able to stay in the waterfall for a while.

The powerful waterfall slapped on his back, and he was directly hunched up, unable to raise his head, and his feet were shaking.

After a while, he still didn't hold on and was shot down by the waterfall.

"No, I'm definitely going to swing the Tibetan Edge this time. Meng Ran was very unconvinced and continued to walk towards the waterfall.

He is now practicing the sword technique of pulling out the mountain, and there are three fragments of the sword technique of pulling the mountain, one is to cut the stream, the second is to split the river, and the third is to pull the mountain.

A type of chopping stream, in the long stream, cut off the long stream, that is, the small success, a thought to break the flow, that is, the great success.

The person who uses the sword does not need to care about the sword, but understands the meaning of the bladeless sword, and the mind enters the sword, and the long stream can be broken.

"This sword of pulling out the mountain is so domineering. Meng Ran sighed, how difficult it is to put his mind into the sword and cut off the long stream.

Meng Ran doesn't even have the ability to stand under the long stream now, let alone break the stream.

However, Meng Ran still firmly believed that there must be a way to create this sword method.

Often recurring, several attempts, from the very beginning of the touch to now can stay in the long stream for a while, is a small achievement.

The next day, Meng Ran still insisted on coming to the waterfall, accepting the baptism of the long stream, naked and standing in the long stream.

The result is still the same, he can't get a foothold in the waterfall, but it is rewarding, his physique is gradually getting stronger, he knows it very well, every time he leaves in front of the waterfall, he will have a feeling of being as light as a swallow.

There is a diligent Tan Shuai in the medicine garden, Tan Shuai guards the garden during the day, and Meng Ran guards the garden at night, so Meng Ran puts down what he is doing and comes here every day to practice and cut the stream.

The day is cut down, and the night cultivation is cold and condensed.

The time spent in the waterfall was getting longer and longer as he tried again and again.

In the past seven days, I don't know how many times he tried in the long stream, and how many times he was beaten.

Finally, on the seventh day, he was able to hold his feet in the long stream, and his body was much stronger than before.

He stood in the middle of the long stream, holding a hidden blade, slashing towards the long stream, and no matter how he chopped, the long stream still kept flowing and could not be broken.

Meng Ran was annoyed, this is obviously impossible to cut off the long stream. As the so-called drawing a knife to cut off the water, the water is more flowing, but it is precisely because of this that the mystery of this cutting is in it, and it is the opposite way, drawing the knife to cut off the water.

"Sword intent, what is sword intent? With intent, the sword moves at will?" Meng Ran muttered to himself, very puzzled.

So he closed his eyes, stopped the chopping Zang Feng in his hand, his body and mind were ethereal, and his whole body was condensed on Zang Feng.

After concentrating for a long time, he slowly felt the rhythm of Zang Feng, captured its sword intent, as if he could hear its heartbeat, and his spiritual power naturally integrated into Zang Feng.

Zang Feng moved lightly and swiped towards the long stream in front of him, seemingly weak and powerless, but in fact extremely domineering.

The domineering sword qi came out to Zangfeng, splitting the long stream in front of him into two, and the sword qi penetrated and swept on the small trees by the small pool, and suddenly, the small trees in the outer row were easily cut off by the sword qi.

"I succeeded?"

Meng Ran was overjoyed, looking at the scene in front of him, very complacent.

The long stream is divided into two, and the giant trees are all down, which is very domineering.

With the sword just now, Meng Ran clearly felt Zang Feng's sword intent, extremely wild and domineering, seemingly powerless, but it was a hidden killing machine, he was confident that the sword just now was enough to kill a cultivator who was in the Qi Gathering Realm in an instant.

The long stream was closed again after a while.

Meng Ran was already exhausted after just using a sword, as if his body and mind had been hollowed out, and Changliu was only broken for a moment, but he was already really good.

"No wonder no one has practiced it, my sword is already like this. Meng Ran suddenly realized, no wonder no one has practiced this mountain sword technique, and the person who created this method must be a kendo ghost.

Meng Ran took a break and continued to comprehend the sword intent under the long stream, but he could no longer use the intention of cutting the stream.

Meng Ran sat cross-legged on it, Zang Feng stood in front of him, closed his eyes and recuperated, his breath was restrained, he let go of what he thought in his heart, pulled up Zang Feng, and waved it lightly without any moves.

"It's close, it's close. Meng Ran's mouth moved slightly, and he almost touched the slightest hint of slashing again.

"Drink!" Meng Ran shouted, Zang Feng slashed out, a sword qi split away, and the long stream was cut off again, this time it was not as broken as last time, and the broken stream could still vaguely feel Zang Feng's unfinished sword intent, domineering.

The boulder outside the long stream was easily divided into two pieces by the sword qi, and it had the tendency to sharpen iron like clay.

"It's done, it's finally done, hahaha......"

Meng Ran's heart was surging and he laughed heartily.

He jumped out of the long stream, lay down on the grass, closed his eyes and fell asleep, just now with a sword, his Danhai was almost empty, he was tired and lay down in the grass, and fell asleep.