"Whew!"

As Ling Yunfeng's Imperial Sword Technique had just been transported, the flying sword suddenly trembled, making a "boom" sound, instantly turning into a silver light and flying forward rapidly.

Because everything came too suddenly, Ling Yunfeng didn't have time to react at all, the flying sword under his feet flew forward quickly, Ling Yunfeng's body suddenly fell backwards in the flying sword, and then shook violently, his arms flapped quickly like the wings of a bird, and he couldn't balance for a while.

"!!"

Suddenly, an exclamation suddenly sounded in mid-air, and I saw Ling Yunfeng's body like a bird with broken wings, staggering from mid-air in a rough free-fall movement, falling straight down, and then slamming his butt heavily on the hard ground.

"Puffy!"

"Oops!" Ling Yunfeng's ass hit the ground first, slamming heavily on the hard ground, and he suddenly screamed, directly smashing the ground of his lower body into a shallow groove. Then the upper body involuntarily fell forward, slammed into the ground, and fell directly into a.

"Bah!Bah!Bah!Bah!" Ling Yunfeng got up from the ground in a frustrated manner, his mouth constantly spitting out spittle with sand and dust, and his hands quickly patted the dust on his clothes and face.

"Hiss!" Ling Yunfeng gasped a few times, scoldingly covered his sore buttocks and rubbed them a few times, wiped the two wisps of red liquid flowing from his red and swollen nostrils, and kept scolding in his mouth.

"Phew, come again. Ling Yunfeng wiped his nose, picked up the flying sword on the ground, threw it into the air again, and suddenly jumped on top of the flying sword.

"Fly to Lao Tzu. Standing on the flying sword, Ling Yunfeng gritted his teeth suddenly, shouted, and once again picked up the sword technique, controlling the flying sword to fly forward, and suddenly the flying sword under his feet trembled slightly and slowly flew forward.

With the experience of the last time, Ling Yunfeng controlled it much better this time than last time, and his body was not so shaky.

Standing on the flying sword, Ling Yunfeng looked at the scenery that was flying backwards rapidly under his feet, feeling the breeze blowing on his cheeks, and he had an indescribable cool feeling all over his body, and at the same time, he also had a feeling of being in the clouds.

"Yaya, standing on a flying sword is not comparable to walking on the ground, this feeling is cool, and this speed is also very powerful. It seems that Lao Tzu will not have to run in the future, thinking about the feeling of running dozens of miles a day in the past is even more uncomfortable than breaking his legs. Ling Yunfeng smiled happily, remembering his experience of often driving dozens or hundreds of miles a day in his previous life, even he admired himself a little at this time.

"Ahh

"Ah! Do you play Lao Tzu like this? Could it be that Lao Tzu has also become a dick? Don't bring such an embarrassing person. On the ground, Ling Yunfeng got up angrily, covered his forehead and scolded, he almost felt like crying.

When his palm was released from his forehead, he saw a big bag the size of a baby's fist appeared on his forehead, and the red and swollen bag was still overflowing with a trace of blood on the edge, and his face was pierced with many tiny branches, and many scratches were left, and he was alive with a big cat face.

It turned out that he was just concerned about balancing his body, and he was still unfocused, and his heart was full of ecstasy thinking about what he could do in the future after having a flying sword, and he was a little carried away, which led to happiness and sadness.

Flying and flying, he forgot to look ahead, and accidentally flew headlong into a forest on the edge of the meadow, and his head hit the trunk of a tree directly, so he fell into this tragic end.

"Phew, come again, a broken sword, Lao Tzu can't fight for it, can't you?" Ling Yunfeng scolded, spitting out a mouthful of dirt and branches, and then gritted his teeth fiercely, threw the flying sword into the air again, dodged and swept the flying sword, and staggered over the grass.

But before it flew out, it staggered down again and slammed into the ground, and suddenly a muffled sound of flesh falling to the ground sounded with a terrible scream.

"Sister, come again, Lao Tzu and you are together!" Ling Yunfeng scolded angrily, picked up the flying sword again and threw it into the air, jumped on the flying sword with his body, and controlled the flying sword to fly in various postures......

Immediately, there was a strange scene on the grass here, a person and a sword flew over the grass, and after a while, there was a scream, only to see a person and a sword dangling and falling from mid-air, directly leaving a human-shaped dent on the grass on the ground.

And not long after this man fell, he stubbornly got up again, picked up the silver three-foot long sword on the ground with a scolding, threw it into the air, jumped on the sword, and controlled the long sword to fly forward.

"Ahh

"Bang!"

". Is there such a thing as a playmaker?"

"Ya, if you fall again, Lao Tzu will break you today, ah! Don't, Lao Tzu is joking, don't ......"

"Bang!"

"That's enough, don't fall!......"

"Bang!"

"Your Sister's ......"

"Ah......h

Occasionally, the sound of flesh smashing to the ground, someone's miserable screams, and angry yells could be heard in the stillness of the valley.

Time passed slowly, the light of the scorching sun had softened unconsciously, the fiery red sun sank half of its face under the distant peaks, and the afterglow of the setting sun poured on this meadow like a thin veil.

An embarrassed figure lay on the grass like a dead dog, gasping for air in its mouth, its face red and swollen, and many small scratches.

The clothes on his body were even more scraped and tattered, like a few strips of cloth hanging on his body, and his whole body was covered with flowers, green grass juice, filled with a breath of nature. At this time, Ling Yunfeng's appearance was even worse than the beggars on the streets of Qingfu City.

It's just that Ling Yunfeng doesn't seem to care about the messy body, the big cat-like face shows a few smiles, after nearly a day of practice, Ling Yunfeng can already control the flying sword smoothly and fly without being strong.

However, looking at his red, swollen and dusty face, it can also be guessed that he probably fell many times during the day.

After a short rest, Ling Yunfeng walked in the direction of the Ling family, and when he returned to the small courtyard, he happened to meet his mother Su Shi.

Seeing Ling Yunfeng's embarrassed appearance, Su Shi hurriedly came forward to check on Ling Yunfeng's body in distress, and asked this and that with concern.

Feeling the strong concern in Su's eyes, Ling Yunfeng felt warm in his heart, and hurriedly comforted his mother that he had just fallen and was fine.

Although he heard Ling Yunfeng say this, Su Shi was still not at ease, and carefully examined Ling Yunfeng's body, and saw that his son was only suffering some skin injuries, and there was really nothing to do, so he was relieved.

However, he still inevitably blamed Ling Yunfeng with concern, and told him to be careful in the future, so he went to prepare food for Ling Yunfeng.

Immediately after that, Ling Yunfeng accompanied his mother to eat happily before returning to his room, and then couldn't wait to lock the doors and windows and dodge into the refining space, routinely training for his daily beatings.

It wasn't until midnight later that Ling Yunfeng dragged his scarred body out of the refining space, and directly lay down in the bucket to refine his body with blood-colored liquid.

The next day, before it was dark, Ling Yunfeng went straight to the back again, practicing martial arts and practicing flying sword control in the back mountain, and of course, he didn't forget to refine the medicinal materials of Zhuji Dan into pills.

It has been seven days before Ling Yunfeng refined twenty medicinal materials of Zhuji Dan into pills, after the first two exercises, Ling Yunfeng's alchemy techniques have become much more proficient, and none of these twenty medicinal materials have been destroyed, all of them have been refined into pills by Ling Yunfeng, and the quality of the pills has also been mentioned to the highest.

If this situation is shown to others, they will definitely be surprised, refining twenty first-grade pills without destroying a single medicinal material, even some second-grade alchemists can't do it.

On this day, just as Ling Yunfeng was about to go out and sell the pill, he had just walked out of the door of the room when he met Ling Mo who was rushing over.

"Ling Mo, what's wrong with you? So happy?Is there anything good?" Seeing Ling Mo's seemingly happy look, Ling Yunfeng raised his eyebrows and asked, could it be that this guy has encountered something good again.

"Young master, I broke through. Ling Mo mysteriously stepped forward and whispered in Ling Yunfeng's ear as if offering a treasure.

"Oh?" Hearing this, Ling Yunfeng glanced at the former quite unexpectedly, then grabbed his hand, and a breath of breath probed away, and immediately found that the aura in Ling Mo's body was indeed much stronger than before, and it should have reached the stage of a heavy martial qi.

Looking at Ling Mo, Ling Yunfeng's gaze was a little surprised, he didn't expect Ling Mo to break through so quickly, you must know that he was checking the physique of the latter, the latter's muscles and bones were only average, if he cultivated normally, it was estimated that it would take nearly a year of cultivation to break through to the first martial qi stage.

Unexpectedly, it was only ten days before Ling Mo broke through to the stage of martial arts, and it is estimated that the medicinal power of the Quenching Pill has worked.

"Well, it's a breakthrough. Ling Yunfeng nodded under Ling Mo's slightly nervous gaze.

"Hehe!" After getting Ling Yunfeng's confirmation, Ling Mo's face was even more joyful, although he felt like he had broken through, but he was not sure if he had not cultivated before, so he hurriedly ran over to let Ling Yunfeng confirm it, and now after getting Ling Yunfeng's affirmation, he was naturally overjoyed.

"Are you very happy? That's all you need to cultivate? Cultivate well. Ling Yunfeng glared at Ling Mo, who was smiling from ear to ear, and said.

"Yes, young master. Being splashed with a bucket of cold water by Ling Yunfeng, the heat in Ling Mo's heart suddenly dropped, and he said with a look of grievance, he originally thought that he could break through the words of praise for the young master.

How do you know that the young master doesn't seem to be satisfied at all, it seems that he has to work harder to cultivate in the future, and he can't let the young master down.

How did he know that Ling Yunfeng was actually quite satisfied with his cultivation speed, but he was afraid that he would be complacent before he said that.