Chapter 7: Qingzen's sword

Looking at the laughing crowd around him, Chu Xiangting with a flushed face, Qing Chan seemed to not feel the hot gaze of everyone, as if there was nothing in this world that could make Qing Chan's face like an abyss make a little waves. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info's eye frame expanded slightly, Qing Chan looked at Yu Hua, pointed to the jade pendant on his body, and said unhurriedly:

"This jade pendant of yours is good, how about we make a bet!"

Yu Hua was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that in this case, Qingchan would be like no one, and he still wanted to bet with him. looked at the jade pendant on his body, this is a piece of his family heirloom, it seems to be an ordinary jade pendant. However, Yu Hua was naturally not a person who took out the heirloom to bet at will, and asked with a little caution:

"What are you going to bet on, this jade pendant is my family heirloom! ”

Qing Chan smiled, giving people a sense of peace and comfort. Said as a matter of course:

"It's annoying that you're noisy along the way. If I pass through the Ninth Stream Gate, this jade pendant will be regarded as your fortune and disaster!"

It's so relaxed and natural, as if he Yu Hua is a clown who is kneading at will, such a posture. Yu Hua, who was strong in blood, suddenly couldn't help it, laughed angrily, and stared at Qing Chan with burning eyes:

"Huh... Okay! I can't afford to gamble! I'll find it for you, if you lose, then you can kowtow to me in public and admit your mistake, oh! Qingzen is it! Do you dare or don't dare!"

Qing Chan nodded casually, and his disapproving appearance made Yu Hua even more annoyed, and a pair of thick eyebrows hung high, and he snorted heavily.

Qing Chan's posture made several women next to him a little unbearable, and the woman next to Chu Xiangting sneered, raised her eyelids, and her voice was very high and long:

"I thought that this skin, this temperament, was what was the truth... Today, I have seen that there are really people in this world who are completely shameless. I really thought that I could compare with Senior Sheng Huai, why don't you say that you are similar to Senior Li Rongfu!"

"That's it, Wang Tongtong, this kid really thinks of himself as a character!"

Chu Xiangting was hesitating and hesitating, biting his silver teeth, and was about to persuade Qing Chan, Qing Chan put down the woman on his back, hugged it and sent it to Chu Xiangting, looked at the woman who spoke indifferently, and said:

"You help me take a look at her!"

Qing Chan's glance swept over, and the woman was not only not afraid, but her eyes were a little more provocative.

Qing Chan is not a good-tempered person, and any cat or dog can be presumptuous in front of him. But too many words are useless.

Randomly pulled up a weapon rack in front of the assessment table and pulled out one of the standard long swords. Qing Chan glanced at Sheng Huai, who was defeated again. Sheng Huai lost because of his physical exhaustion, and the last Great Qin Divine Master was also more difficult. In fact, whether it was Sheng Huai or other swordsmen, they could only be said to be swordsmen and not sword cultivators, and they had Gang Qi in their bodies instead of Sword Qi.

To be precise, the sword is just one of their weapons.

"Shangqing Sword Technique" is different, Shangqing Sword Technique cultivates sword qi, and sword qi comes from the sword in the hand, and it is even related to Shangqing swordsmanship. In terms of strengthening the physical body, the sword qi is far inferior to the gang qi. But when it comes to attack power, Gang Qi is not as good as sword energy.

Sword qi is a kind of spiritual energy born for killing.

It's a pity that Qingzen doesn't have it now!

But after many years of medicinal bathing, the strength of Qing Chan's pure physical body is already comparable to the fifth layer of Qi training.

As soon as Qing Chan stepped into the ring of the Nine Streams Gate, the nine Chu State beast cavalry riding war beasts turned their heads one after another, staring at Qing Chan with sharp eyes.

The so-called Jiuliu Gate is actually a huge platform with a radius of 30 meters, and the four teams of nine people are just from the back of the ring, and the other three directions of the ring are the people who are pressed by the black inside. Whew~

The nine-headed war beast let out a beastly roar, and its blood-red eyes stared at Qing Chan. This is the royal beast flow of Fa Xiu, and unlike the usual, these soldiers of the Chu State have been taking medicinal baths since they were children, and their pure physical strength has reached the level of the second layer of the day after tomorrow. If you only rely on medicinal baths, it is still relatively difficult to improve the physical body.

Whew~

The nine war beasts slammed their hooves on the ground and rushed over. As soon as the nine-headed war beast charged, the entire huge hall trembled. The ground moved the mountainside like an earthquake, and some of the Dharma cultivators' bodies were even a little unstable.

A powerful bloody aura is rushing towards the face, and it can be seen that these nine people are the division of a hundred battles, even if they are told to charge, the formation is neat as if the ruler has been measured.

This scene seems to be a little... Familiar!

By the way, just like nine years ago, Qingchan had only been in Yangqi Mountain for three months. Every day, I happily recite the scriptures with my heart, practice the sword with my heart, and study medicine with my heart. . . There are too many, no matter what, whether you like it or not, Qingzen is very attentive.

At that time, Qing Chan thought that since the master gave him food and drink, what the master asked him to learn must be learned seriously. Even, the legendary immortal means of the sword and the immortal means of moving mountains and seas make Qing Chan extremely longing.

It's a pity that all this was interrupted by the truth that the master had broken.

All the longing has become a dream, how can a child around ten years old accept such a result.

That day, in the mountainside of Yangqi Mountain, many, many fierce beasts rushed towards him. As if venting, Qing Chan waved the sword in his hand like crazy. I don't know how many swords I swung, but I remember that there is no place in my body that does not hurt, and there is no place where there are no scars.

In the evening, when the master bandaged the wound and was about to leave, Qing Chan asked:

"Is there really no way!"

The master nodded, and Qing Chan knew the master's character very well - he never told lies, even if he couldn't accept it, the master would not hide it.

In fact, the master lied that day, and this was probably the only lie in ten years.

Now Qing Chan understands that if he is not desperate to death, to numbness, to exhaustion, how can he cling to it when the faint hope like a firefly comes!

"What's wrong with this person! It can't be stupid!" Qing Chan on the stage was like in a daze, he actually stood there motionless, his eyes were even a little blurry, no!

Yu Hua sneered disdainfully:

"What else is there to say about this kind of person, it's just grandstanding! When the real knife is real, what's so strange to be stupid!"

Wang Tongtong shook his head, looked at Qing Chan condescendingly, and said slowly in a tone that he had already seen through:

"Hey, this man! He wants to save face and suffer crimes, and now he puts his life into it, and he can't blame anyone else. ”

The people around also looked at Qingchan strangely one by one, and they started to talk about it.

Seeing that Qing Chan still didn't move at all, Chu Xiangting was a little anxious, and couldn't care about it anymore, so he shouted at Qing Chan:

"Qingchan! Wake up! Don't be in a daze, hurry up and admit defeat, don't be stupid!"

"Sister Xiangting, you are just too kind, there is always ... ”

Qing Chan's eyes were still a little confused, and he looked at Chu Xiangting in a daze, and then casually moved his gaze to the several war beasts in front of him.

It seems like... Thought of some. Not a good memory!

Just as the grass tore through the soil and thrived, something that was deeply buried by Qing Zen broke through layer after layer of thick camouflage and poked its head out.

In an instant, the entire hall fell silent, like the scorching magma that had been suppressed for thousands of years under the iceberg, the surging hot killing intent, but it was so cold that it made people desperate.

One moment he was still a high monk, and the next moment he became a Shura in the sea of blood.

Servant~~~

Just like every inch of skin on the body, there is not a piece of flesh and blood, in every cell, there is a sharp needle full of barbs cruelly given, and then a cruel smile appeared on the hideous face, and the big hand mercilessly slammed the sharp needle... Without mercy ... Take!

It's like falling into the ice water of the cold winter, the cold wantonly erodes every inch of skin, takes away every inch of warmth, as if all vitality and hope are frozen and shattered. Everyone curled up as hard as they could, so that they could resist the coldness that reached their souls.

The terrifying killing intent that cannot be described in words, ruthlessly used the most brutal and painful way to raise people's perception of killing intent and the upper limit of their tolerance.

Perhaps, this is the Zen of Qingzen!

Tear open the layers of scriptures like a spring breeze, rolling like a snowball for ten years but suppressing the hot killing intent for ten years!