It is recorded in the Sword Yuan Recipe that if you want to change the problem that people with mixed physiques are unable to practice, you need to strip off the martial yuan in your body with external force, and then re-cultivate.

It is for, broken and then standing.

With the help of the Zhenjie Pearl, Fang Chen, who had endured the heartache for three months on the Sword Cliff, had already completed the most important word "break".

Now, it is time to reap the harvest and re-establish a pure sword element body.

Fang Chen, who was sitting on the sword cliff, opened his bloodshot eyes, and only rested for a moment before picking up the scroll again.

After Qingshan created the sword yuan formula, he decided to use the sword qi chisel yuan's game-breaking method to change the waste body that could not be cultivated, and after the attempts of the martial artists of the Qingshan dynasties, the most difficult step of this sword technique was set as the sword qi opening pulse.

Because this step cannot rely on the help of others, ordinary people who have not yet stepped into cultivation cannot withstand the soul power of those who can release their soul power, and their own mind is not enough to support and control the sword qi in the entire twelve main veins.

Therefore, the step of sword qi chiseling the Yuan opening vein almost stopped all the martial artists who practiced the sword yuan technique.

And once the innate martial yuan in the body is chiseled by the sword qi, there is only the easiest step left to practice the sword yuan technique.

The sword qi transforms the yuan into a condensation vein, and achieves the sword element body that is most suitable for the circulation of the sword element.

And this step is only a last-minute test for the practitioner.

Endure.

Endure the scorching pain of the sword yuan turned into thousands of sword qi melting into the meridians.

As a sword technique that Qingshan had inherited for thousands of years, after Fang Chen activated the sword qi according to the second half of the sword yuan technique, he was very surprised to find that after the violent Qingshan sword qi entered the body this time, it was no longer as sharp as before.

Instead, the momentum gradually weakened, until the sword qi visible to the naked eye dissipated, leaving behind a wisp of crimson sword intent that was in a liquid state.

The wisp of sword dao true meaning contained in the sword qi belongs to Qingshan.

The crimson sword path true intent was suppressed by the Zhenjie Bead, and it hovered quietly in front of Fang Chen.

This also made the young man once again understand the terrifying strength of Qingshan, the upper sect that stood at the top of Great Xia and was known as the holy land of the world's sword path, and did not use Wu Yuan to strip off the sword qi, even if Fang Chen had not yet set foot in cultivation, he also understood that this was by no means comparable to ordinary sword skills.

If one practices according to the Sword Yuan Technique, every time one of the true intent of the sword is stripped away, it needs to be incorporated into the body and integrated into the meridians before it dissipates due to the loss of the carrier.

But with the ability of Zhenjie Zhu to maintain the sword intent, Fang Chen, who was sitting on the sword cliff, had a bold idea.

Peel off the true intent of the kendo that is enough to transform all the meridians, and then merge it into the meridians at once.

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Deep in the North Ridge of Shangzong Qingshan, the most significant representative of the site of the founding of the sect is the seven towering peaks that go straight into the clouds.

The seven main peaks of Qingshan.

The disciples who were newly recruited into Qingshan three months ago settled at the foot of Guiyuan Peak, but in fact, the height was far greater than the so-called famous mountains and rivers in the world.

The rising sun on the horizon was still reaching the top of the mountain, and the new disciples of Qingshan who were in the attic under the shadow could not bear the excitement in their hearts, and gathered bustling on the square of Guiyuan Peak, looking towards the clouds and mist in the center of Qingshan.

Today, the Qingshan disciple inherits the sword.

"Yo, isn't this the first day of Frost City, what's the matter, Zhang Ziping, you haven't broken through the third realm yet?"

Zhang Ziping, who had changed into a black robe, closed the door of the attic, and walked along the stone path to the square, when a sharp voice of disdain sounded from behind him.

Zhang Ziping looked back.

Ji Zuo, the descendant of the City Lord's Mansion who was also from Frost City in general, was dressed in a bright yellow brocade robe of rich color, his big ears trembled slightly, his eyes that were almost thin into a line were as wide as he could open and stare at him, the folding fan in his hand shook slightly, and he stood on the edge of the stone path with a few new disciples beside him and pointed at it.

"Yo, isn't this the young master of Frost City who was beaten into a dog by me yesterday, he is worthy of being a person from the City Lord's Mansion, and the healing medicine he brought is so extraordinary, he was only carried back to the attic yesterday, and he can walk on the ground again today.

Turn around and let me see, are there any footprints on your ass that you left yesterday?"

Almost at the same time as Zhang Ziping turned his head, Chu Jiang, who walked out of the attic before the black-robed boy, had already appeared in front of Ji Zuo and the others, clasped his hands in front of his chest, stood on the stone steps of the stone road and raised his eyebrows condescendingly and said.

Ji Zuo, who was still extremely arrogant, seemed to be extremely jealous of Zhang Ziping's roommate, and while Chu Jiang was approaching him, Ji Zuo also retreated without a trace.

"Bastard, Chu Jiang, you don't have to be proud, if you hadn't taken advantage of my back-to-back attack with Zhang Ziping yesterday, how could you defeat this son?"

Chu Jiang's words fell, and seeing that because of the quarrel between the two, a large number of new disciples in the square focused on Ji Zuo, his brows furrowed suddenly, and he glanced at the several new disciples surrounding him beside him, and suddenly had a sense of confidence in his heart.

He immediately stopped his retreat, opened his squinted eyes quite unconvinced, and glared at Chu Jiang and sneered.

"Oh, Jizo, why don't you and I fight again?"

Chu Jiang, who was holding his hands on his chest, raised his eyebrows even higher when he heard this, shook his head and smiled lightly, and then tilted his head and smiled playfully.

"War is war, the predecessors once said that they are brothers in war, since you want to challenge my son, my son will lead my brothers to do a game with you, Chu Jiang, do you dare to take it?"

A little bit of sharpness suddenly flashed in his eyes, Chu Jiang's words fell, but Ji Zuo slammed the folding fan in his hand, waved his hand at the rest of the new disciples behind him, and said with a glaring in unison.

Seeing that Ji Zuo and his little brother rolled up their sleeves together without feeling ashamed at all, Chu Jiang suddenly felt that he still underestimated the shamelessness of this guy, and he was a little messy for a while.

Then Zhang Ziping, who was not good at words, stood silently beside Chu Jiang and also rolled up his sleeve robe.

Both sides stared at each other.

Until a bell rang, a group of disciples from Guiyuan Peak came to the square and began to lead the newly entered Qingshan disciples into the Sword Ridge.

Ji Zuo raised his hand and motioned to the little brother behind him to put down his sleeve robe, and walked onto the stone path with a cold snort.

"If it weren't for the fact that Chengjian is too important today, this son will definitely let you understand why the flowers are so red, Zhang Ziping, Qingshan Chengjian, Ben Shao wants to see where you can go. ”

Bypassing Zhang Ziping's side, Ji Zuo stopped for a moment and sneered coldly.

"Master will let you see clearly. ”

Zhang Ziping, who was not good at words, seemed to have been gradually assimilated by Chu Jiang in the past three months, and for a while, he responded in Chu Jiang's tone.

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The Qingshan disciple inherits the sword, which is a grand event immediately after the disciple selection on August 18 every year.

The place where the sword is inherited is the foundation of the origin of the sword qi of the Qingshan Nine Stacks Sword Formation, the Qingshan Sword Ridge.

As the core of Qingshan's sword array that makes the outside world fearful, there are dense and vast swords inserted on Qingshan Sword Ridge.

Among them, there are swords that have been customized for Zhufeng in the past three years by Qingshan Liangyi Peak, and there are also old swords that have been placed here after the replacement of Qingshan's disciples in the past dynasties.

But more of it was the blood-stained sword that was contained in the underworld battlefield in the north of Qingshan, the upper Zongxiong town, and was contained in the underworld battlefield further north of Beiling, and was stained with the blood of Qingshan's sword cultivation and the great enemies of the human race.

This Jianling is the history and glory of Qingshan.

After three months of cultivation at Guiyuan Peak, this group of new disciples had all entered the right path of cultivation.

Except for those who had already started cultivating before entering Qingshan, most of the disciples with relatively fast cultivation speeds, such as Chu Jiang, had already reached the Three Realms, and those with slightly inferior talents were already at the peak of the First Realm.

After the selection of the Qingshan Sword Formation, there are no more mediocre talents.

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In the center of the Nine Stacks of Sword Arrays, the Qingshan Cheng Sword is about to start, and the edge of the Sword Array, the sword cliff is also surging suddenly.

In the middle of the night, he tirelessly used the sword yuan technique to peel off the dust of Qingshan's sword qi, and in the milky white light in front of him, a large group of various colors of sword intent like liquid had already been condensed.

Fang Chen, who had a Linggu Pill in his mouth, opened his eyes after closing his eyes and breathing for a moment, and immediately took a deep breath of cold air.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Use the sword element trick to attract the sword intent into the body.

Then his eyes turned red, and he clenched his teeth and trembled and gasped.

The group of Qingshan sword intent that had been stripped off with the sword yuan technique, although it no longer had the fury of the sword qi, but the killing attribute that still remained in the sword intent brought the young man a burning heartache after being attached to the Fang Chen meridian.

Every inch of the meridians in the body slowly fused with the Qingshan Sword Intent under the guidance of the Sword Yuan Jue, so every inch of the meridians transmitted the same message to Fang Chen.

The pain is like the pain of every inch of the body being pierced by a silver needle at the same time.

Fang Chen, who had been suffering for three months in the pain of the sword qi chiseling vein, was already ready to meet this last level.

But until this moment, he still understood that he had underestimated the sword intent that Qingshan had accumulated over the years.

His body involuntarily began to tremble, and Fang Chen, whose body was already a little spasmodic because of the pain, could no longer control himself, and fell backwards, pulling out ten bright red blood stains with his hands on the stone wall of the Sword Knocking Cliff.

But the sword is still in operation.

The boy who walked from the dilapidated alley to the green hill is still persevering.

Half an hour passed.

The young man, whose robe was soaked with sweat, retracted his mind, his eyes unnaturally widened, and he looked up to the sky panting.

The chest rises and falls violently.

There was a hoarse laugh.

And in the Nine Stacks of Sword Arrays, at the moment when Fang Chen let go, with the Sword Cliff as the starting point, all the sword qi in the Sword Array began to turn from erection to lying horizontally.

If you salute, greet the new Lord.

On the peak directly north of the opposite sword cliff, the white-haired old man who had been in the cave on the top of the mountain for a long time suddenly opened his eyes, and the pale long sword trembled rapidly as if it had sensed it, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the green mountain sword cliff.

The body of the sword element.

"Fang Chen has seen the peak master. ”

Fang Chen, who was in the middle of the sword cliff, although he felt the abnormality of the sword qi around his body, he was destined not to see through the mist.

Slowly walked out of the sword cliff.

Seeing the pale long sword that he had seen not long ago, he respectfully saluted to the old peak master of Humble Peak.

"There are only one and a half cultivators of the Qingshan Sword Yuan Technique so far, and that half is not mentioned for the time being, as for the Qingshan Ancestor who clearly recorded the success of cultivation in the Qingshan Record, it took a full seven months to cultivate this technique.

And he is the founder of the Sword Yuan Jue, and he already has a deep understanding of this Jue, but it has only been three months since you entered the Sword Cliff, and the time spent is not as much as half of his, Fang Chen, Night and Qingshan all underestimate you. ”

The white-haired old man looked at Fang Chen fixedly, and after confirming that he had indeed cultivated the Sword Yuan Technique, the highest-ranking master among the peak masters of the Qingshan Mountains was also a little embarrassed for a while.

Unbelievable.