At the foot of Longshan Mountain, there is a small town called September. Because of the Miaoyin Valley, one of the five major sects on the Dragon Mountain, there is a Miaoyin event in September every year, so it is named.

The town is not big in September, but it is already full of people, and in September, Miaoyin Valley invites heroes.

Outside the town, in a hidden mountain stream, on the rocks next to the stream, sat a young man. Above the young man's head, a stone turned slowly, and under the shroud of the stone, the young man seemed to be wrapped in a thick layer of mist. He closed his eyes and sank into his mind, his hands lightly clasped on his knees, and the blood-red thorn on his neck was an inch in the neck, and the milky white vitality on it was dense and integrated into his body along the thorn text. Between the mountains and flowing waters, there is a strong demeanor.

The boy is Qingfeng, since he betrayed the crow tribe and robbed Wusu's soul-snatching creation, he has been in September Town for half a year.

The soul of the Tianyan Fox has been completely integrated into Qingfeng's soul at this time, and if you enter his sea of knowledge, you will see that in the originally empty soul disk, a pure white soul has been in place. In the soul, there is a whirlpool like the starry sky. The soul disk slowly rotated, and the halo between Qingfeng and the soul of the Tianyan Fox flowed, fusing day by day.

The soul disc soul, the "soul chasing guide" was promoted, and finally became a second-grade thorn text, but the inch green of that one-grade thorn text did not change in the slightest.

Moreover, Tianyan Fox was originally a strong man in the love period, and Qingfeng's soul capture this time also had a huge benefit to his strength. Originally, devouring the apocalypse relics and the stimulation of the potential of the nine grades had raised his strength to the peak of the fifth grade of the forging body, and a seizure half a year ago directly pushed his strength into the seventh grade of the forging body.

Slowly, Aomine opened his eyes. Feeling the little energy in his body, he slowly frowned again.

"The second grade of the thorn is still too slow!Half a year, the seventh grade of the forging body is still far away from entering the eighth grade of the forging body...... "After seeing those real Tianjiao, Qingfeng will no longer be easily satisfied, "If it weren't for the 'moon catching style', I'm afraid my strength growth would be even slower......"

In the past six months, the "moon catching style" given by Tianzun has been completely recognized by Qingfeng, and he has also compared it with some other ordinary exercises he found, all of which are mortal, much worse than the moon catching style. I was very happy for a while, although Tianzun was suspected of bragging, but after all, he was good. He also knows that he can't chew too much, and he is not greedy.

Stopping the operation of the Five-Rank Gathering Spirit Vitality Array Stone, Qingfeng flipped his hand, put him into Zangfeng, and sighed silently, "This Five-Rank Gathering Spirit Gathering Vitality Array Stone is indeed too wasteful on me...... If there is a five-grade thorn text, the effect must not be what it is now! Even if it is a three-grade thorn, it will be much stronger......"

Three-pin thorn text... Qingfeng groaned, and for half a year, he was almost thinking about how to win another soul. The cultivation effect of different grades of thorn texts is simply very different, which is not something that can be made up for by any exercises or assistance. Besides, if he wins one more courage, his strength will inevitably go further!

It's just that... It's too difficult! The power of the poor crow tribe won the creation of the Seven Rank Heavenly Glory Wusu, and finally achieved his first victory. If you rely on Qingfeng himself, I'm afraid it will be difficult to have a second chance in this life.

"Don't think about this yet!" Aomine shook his head and threw out this distant thought, "The Miaoyin Festival is about to start, and half a year ago, Yingsleeve gave me a green wooden plaque and invited me to participate. This matter may also be an opportunity. ”

He took out the green wooden sign from his bosom and stroked the three big characters "Miaoyin Valley" on it, feeling its heaviness more and more.

Having lived in September Town for half a year, Qingfeng already has a deep understanding of the strength of the five major sects. A town without many people, because of the countless children who want to worship the mountain gate, the strong people who seek help, and the guests who move around the sect, it is extremely prosperous. The world in the valley is vast, and the bell is insignificant, which has become the yearning of the people of September Town.

"Tianzun, do I really have a chance for the Miaoyin Festival?"

"Of course, if you're really that hanging, there must be a chance!"

"However, a grand sect event, is it really going to be carried out with these things? Shouldn't it be a martial arts competition?"

"Damn, how do I know what these stupid forks think? The hook is three, the strand is four, and the strings are ...... How does Lao Tzu know?"

Tianzun was very angry. As one of the five major sects, Miaoyin Valley has been here, and more than once. According to Tianzun, the elders of this Miaoyin Valley like music and mathematics, and they not only study it, but also pass it on from generation to generation. In his opinion, this is completely unprofessional! But Miaoyin Valley also held a Miaoyin Conference with this, and took out a large number of treasures to seduce young talents to participate and promote music and mathematics.

Over the years, it has really achieved certain results. It's just that no matter how they study, in Qingfeng's opinion, it is completely pediatric...... Here, the rhythm and the number of spells are just for fun, but before the Qingfeng crossing, you have to rely on this to eat!

Listening to Tianzun's complaints, Qingfeng couldn't help but smile and said, "The Pythagorean theorem, I know it in kindergarten......"

"What kindergarten?"

"Uh...... Nothing!"

Qingfeng was vague, his thoughts were flying, so it seemed that this wonderful sound conference was not really without a chance. It is said that those elders are very willing to sacrifice their blood, and maybe they can really have a good harvest.

"That's it!" With a clap of his hands, Aomine had already decided to go to the Miaoyin Festival to break through. "Maybe you can meet old acquaintances!"

Thinking of Shen Yuan, a cold light flashed in Qingfeng's eyes. That guy almost killed himself! This time, he couldn't make him feel better!

Getting up, he leaped forward and galloped in the direction of September Town.

Looking closely, it is not difficult to find that he is stepping on the mystical steps, and sometimes a slight tremor of his body is a figure floating behind him, which will not disperse for a long time. At most, even his body trembled, and there were five phantoms condensed in the air, which did not disperse for a long time, and for a while, it seemed as if there were six green peaks.

This method is the inheritance of the strong man of the Apocalypse, and the shadow flashes. Shadow flash has five realms, ten shadows, one hundred shadows, a thousand shadows, heaven and earth, and no shadow. Practicing to the highest realm, it is known as the shadowless heaven and earth, and the sky is full of his own figure, but it is not a phantom, it is all a doppelganger-like existence with real strength, which can be called terrifying.

Now, Qingfeng has practiced to the Six Shadows, and for half a year, he has been distracted, specializing in Shadow Flash and Sword, both of which have begun to take shape.

The second-grade thorn text limits the speed of cultivation, but the speed of mastery of practice has no effect. In this regard, Qingfeng has the understanding that the nine-grade qualification should have, and he has a strong perseverance. Even after experiencing two surges in strength, Qingfeng has never given up his down-to-earth efforts.

Back in town, after packing up a bit, he went out again. On this trip, he went to the yearning of the residents of September Town, the Lord of Longshan, and the Miaoyin Valley of the Five Great Sects.

"Qingfeng, I'm back from practice!" the neighbor greeted him warmly when he saw him go out.

"Morning, Uncle Quan!" Aomine also returned with a smile, sunny and energetic, "Fluttershy......" "Brother Feng......"

"Morning, sister-in-law. ”

Here, many of them are only one inch green, and Aomine can also blend in with the environment here. At first, people were amazed at Qingfeng's diligence, and they all said that everyone was unwilling for a few days when they were young, and slowly, they would give up. But Qingfeng's persistence and hard work slowly let them know that this is a serious teenager, and an inch of green waste green can't knock him down.

"Aomine, come back so early today!Where are you going?"

"Up the hill!"

"What are you doing up the mountain!

"I went to the Wonderful Sound Gala. ”

"You kid, you're really good at laughing. Is that what we can participate in? Hurry up and make a few more pianos, it's true! It's not Uncle Quan who said you, you are not too young, you should do some serious business and get a wife. What is the use of working hard? Uncle Quan also came from a young age, and he has also worked hard......"

Qingfeng smiled slightly, but he didn't think Uncle Quan was noisy. Turning around slowly, he ignored the chatter of Uncle Quan behind him.

Looking at Qingfeng's distant back, Uncle Quan stopped and smiled, "This kid ......" looked at his expression, not once or twice.