Xingdou moved a few rounds.

When it was just dawn, Bai Thirteen went alone to a stone cliff not far away.

The stone cliff towers into the clouds, like a fairyland of clouds. A gust of wind rose, and the surging sea of clouds was like a dragon winding upward, coiled on top of the mountain peaks.

The dew hidden in the forest in the morning was dispersed, and large swaths of it penetrated into every tiny pore of Bai Thirteen, which was not very cool.

The cliff is bottomless, and it is impossible to throw a stone on the ground. The roar of the wind came from below, mixed with an unknown amount of snow.

Before Yuan Gong left, he casually walked up the mountain, and there was no complaining bird chirping and the so-called "ghost" of the Wuding River.

At least Bai Shisan has been on the mountain for the past few days, and he has never encountered a ghost covering his eyes.

Sometimes he would wonder how strong Commander Yuan was. But he couldn't guess, but one thing was certain, if it wasn't for the Yuan commander who suddenly "leisurely and elegant", he went to the snow to find plums.

Then Bai Thirteen that day will definitely end up like Niu Wu.

In the past few days, Bai Shisan has never stopped practicing the knife, and his body has slowly recovered from the first day, and at the same time, strong muscles have grown in his arms, legs, and chest and back.

Bai Thirteen was still a thin teenager before, but he became stronger in a few days.

The whole body is filled with a sense of explosive power.

Three sonic booms sounded from the stone cliff, and Bai Thirteen waved his sword, dancing with the wind and snow.

The whole person was surrounded by scorching Chilian's internal strength, whether it was the fog in the mountains or the howling wind and snow, it was evaporated before it was close to the two fingers in front of Bai Thirteen's body.

"Presumably this is what they call the release of internal qi. Bai Thirteen muttered, he was not very satisfied with today's performance.

Those third-rate martial artists were able to put their internal qi outside the four fingers of their bodies, and this simple example made Bai Shisan realize the gap between himself and those third-rate martial artists.

The lowest third-rate martial artist is the ninth rank, and Bai Thirteen is not even a rank now.

If he encountered those zombies that day, Bai Thirteen knew that he would not be able to last two rounds.

"Again, it's not enough. Bai Shisan clenched his fists, and the desire to become stronger in his heart became stronger and stronger.

After finishing his compulsory morning class, Bai Shisan returned to the barracks refreshed.

Although as a centurion, he would be dissatisfied with his colleagues if he didn't lead the troops well and training, but Bai Thirteen didn't care.

He was too busy to take care of himself, and he was in charge of those people.

Even if Bai Thirteen was an irresponsible skipper, no one dared to say to Wang Wei'an, who let this be the brother of the young general.

At noon, Wang Wei'an called Bai 13 into the account, and Bai 13's index finger moved when he saw a plate of delicacies.

Ever since he practiced the Blood Refining Knife, Bai Thirteen's appetite had grown bigger and bigger. Just after practicing, his stomach was drumming, and he simply sat down to eat.

Wang Wei'an picked up a plate of crystal clear shrimp and introduced: "This is called ice shrimp, which is a unique shrimp species in the north. The shrimp live in cold pools at minus 30 degrees Celsius, and fishermen can catch them by digging a small hole in the ice. ”

Bai Thirteen picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, it was cool and refreshing, melted in his mouth, and the umami was endless.

"Why doesn't the Major General go to the Northland to have a look?"

The state of Chu borders the northern Mang of Daxi, and Wang Wei'an is the youngest son of the king of Zhenbei.

Wang Wei'an was usually in the Central Plains, thousands of miles away from Beimang, and now that the army has marched here, it is impossible to say that he does not want to go home.

Blowing the wind of a foreign land since he was a child, Bai Thirteen sympathized for the first time with this young general who was born at the top.

"Where are you going? I don't want to fight with the barbarians of southern Xinjiang. Wang Wei'an took a mouthful of shrimp sullenly and said simply.

"Where do I talk about southern Xinjiang, I am ...... Never mind. ”

Bai 13 also saw Wang Wei'an yesterday, because he was happy to learn that Yuwen Tuo of the Sixteen Kingdoms of Southern Xinjiang had withdrawn from the army, and he was happy for the king of Zhenbei.

He sighed with a sigh, let the relationship between Wang Wei'an and his Lao Tzu slowly run in. Bai Shisan, an outsider, didn't touch this moldy head, so he had to concentrate on eating.

"The old emperor won't agree. Wang Wei'an said suddenly.

Bai 13 pretended not to hear, and then asked, "You said that ordinary people are the best when they reach the second-rate, but why can those zombies suppress the second-rate martial artists with their bare hands that day?"

This is a question he has been puzzled about for a long time, according to Wang Wei'an, ordinary people can't meet a second-rate martial artist for ten years, then the second-rate martial artist should be very strong, but why is it so unbearable to face those zombies.

Wang Wei'an thought for a while and said, "It's not that zombies are powerful, it's corpse refiners who are powerful." Although these crooked ways cannot be put on the table, they are also mysterious and unpredictable, and should not be underestimated. ”

"Normally, it is rare for a corpse refiner to be able to refine a third-rate corpse, let alone a second-rate corpse. A lot of the relationship is linked to the strength of the corpse refiner, and the strength I am talking about is not the realm, but the depth of understanding of Qimen physiognomy. ”

"And the art of Qimen is divided into spells, talismans, Qimen and Dunjia. If the caster's strength is not at home, the refined evil corpse will devour the master, thus becoming a soulless and soulless ownerless zombie. ”

"Once this kind of zombie grows, there are endless troubles. Therefore, some corpse refiners avoid the evil corpse devourer they have cultivated, and they will destroy the corpse before it is out of their control. ”

"And most of the people who can refine the kind of zombies that night are the powerhouses of Qimen. ”

Bai Shisan nodded after hearing this, and when he finished eating, he asked for an unprecedented skill with Wang Wei'an.

The two came to the martial arts arena, and in the twilight, the figures of both sides were flickering.

Originally, Wang Wei'an wanted to refuse, saying that he was not Bai Thirteen's opponent. Bai Shisan was so frightened that he hurriedly waved his hand, what level he was, he was still a little forced.

The two agreed that they would not use internal force, but only discuss the understanding of the first form of the blood refining knife method.

The main reason is that Bai Shisan wants to see what level he is now, and it is not a way to always build a car behind closed doors on the cliff.

Moreover, Bai Shisan could clearly feel that he had encountered a bottleneck, and always felt that there was a potential hidden in this knife technique, and only by mastering this potential knife technique could he achieve great success.

Although Bai Thirteen can still rely on the abilities in his mind and the great tonic to raise the realm of martial arts, it is not satisfactory in the end.

What Bai Thirteen requires is excellence, and any flaw is not allowed in his eyes.

This may be a habit he cultivated in medical school, and if you have a flaw in the process of treating a patient, it will have a lifelong impact on the patient.

The two stood facing each other, and after giving each other a fist, they each launched an offensive.

Bai 13 slashed towards Wang Wei'an with three powerful blades, the blades emitted a sonic boom, the air sharpened the blade red and hot, and the domineering Chilian True Qi was hidden in it.

Who knew that the red practice knife only passed through Wang Wei'an's phantom, and a whip leg carrying Gangfeng struck from Bai Thirteen's side.

"Not good!"

Bai Shisan roared, and turned around with a Pu knife to slash horizontally, forcing back Wang Wei'an's sneak attack.

The surrounding soldiers also stopped their training and looked at Bai Thirteen's side.

"The young general is sparring with the white master. ”

Everyone ran over to watch, and some of the personnel who organized and disciplined the organization also turned a blind eye. They also wanted to see the battle between these two young geniuses in order to fill in the gaps and consolidate their own realm.

The two gold and silver envoys left by Yuan Gong stood on the ancient tree not far away, looked at each other and smiled when they saw this scene, and then concentrated on inspecting the surroundings.

"I press the major general to win. ”

"Then I will win by pressing the white husband, and the romance of that night is deeply imprinted in my mind. ”

As soon as the soldier's voice fell, someone scolded him and reminded: "Hey, don't press it, your white master has been suppressed by the young general, be careful to lose until there are no pants left." ”

When the man saw it, he quickly shut up.

Sometimes, the difference between victory and defeat is nothing more than a momentary matter, one second is evenly matched, and the next second the enemy may find a flaw and lose.

Bai Thirteen's knife was fast and ruthless, but it could never cut Wang Wei'an.

At this time, he suddenly realized that even if Wang Wei'an did not use internal strength, the physique of that second-rate martial artist was not comparable to his own non-rank.

Bai Thirteen is fast, but Wang Wei'an is faster than him.

Wang Wei'an saw that Bai Thirteen's physical strength was almost consumed, so he began not to dodge, and began to swing his knife and start to hit hard.

Both of them danced sword flowers around their bodies, and the sharp sword light was like a white barrier, protecting them around them.

When the sword light touched, sparks burst out, and the force that rebounded almost made Bai Thirteen's knife come out of his hand.

Bai Shisan gasped for breath, and this series of movements made fine beads of sweat ooze from his face.

The suffocating tension of the sharp blade cutting through his eyes and throat made Bai Thirteen's heart beat like a drum.

This feeling between life and death was something he had never felt before.

Maybe Bai Shisan himself should be glad that this was just a fight, if Wang Wei'an's knife would definitely cut his throat on the battlefield, it wouldn't be enough.

"Thirteen brothers, stop, there's no point in fighting any longer. Wang Wei'an jumped backwards, just in time to dodge Bai Thirteen's slash from top to bottom.

Bai Thirteen couldn't restrain his strength, and suddenly smoke and dust rose everywhere.

Wang Wei'an walked in front of Bai Thirteen and suddenly found that he was motionless.

Wang Wei'an, who has practiced martial arts for many years, naturally realized that Bai Shisan had entered the state of epiphany that a martial artist dreamed of.

Epiphany is also divided into big and small enlightenment, but I don't know what kind of white thirteen belong to.

"Tell me to go down, no one is allowed to approach Bai Thirteen without my order. ”

At this time, Bai Shisan seemed to have closed his five senses autonomously, and out of a very mysterious state, some martial arts experience that he had never understood poured into his mind.

Enlightenment arises.

Suddenly, the sound of shackles shattering came in Bai Thirteen's mind, and the second form of the Blood Refining Sword was already in Bai Thirteen's mind.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt a white light rush out of his eyes, flashing with a blazing light.

Looking at the sky, it has already entered the second half of the night, and this realization has been realized for nearly two hours.

Bai Thirteen seemed to have mastered what was hidden in the first form of the Red Cultivation Sword Technique.

"When the narrow road meets, the brave wins, and the brave wins"