. The old woman slowly raised her head, stared at Xuanqing for a moment, and then said slowly:

"Well, the eighth layer of condensation...... Sword...... To the northeast, the third shelf. ”

Although the old woman looked very long, she felt Xuanqing's cultivation in the first time.

Xuan Qing couldn't help but admire in his heart, the world of cultivation cannot only rely on the eyes, but also on the heart.

"Thank you. ”

Xuan Qing bowed solemnly.

The old woman was still very arrogant and didn't pay attention to him, but said in her heart that there are really fewer and fewer polite young offspring now......

Xuan Qing immediately walked to the northeast and found the third shelf, and sure enough, it was all sword tricks and sword skills. There are also several exercises.

He opened a few books casually, and most of the exercises were consolidative, but they were not of any practical use, but they were only used to consolidate the realm and stabilize the true essence of his retreat.

Xuanqing gave up decisively, he didn't want this kind of exercise, he had the Tai Wild Sutra, the Too Wild Sutra had not yet been thoroughly understood, and the exercises were not needed for the time being.

He just wanted to find the right sword technique.

No matter how powerful the cultivation is, it must be displayed by skills, and Xuanqing only has a big Buddha rubbing of the ghost clan, which is really lacking.

This sword skill must be looked for carefully.

The Phantom Snow Empire is a world where the strong are respected, in this world, fists are the first, and if you want to stand at the peak of cultivation, you must practice diligently, so the skills of fighting are particularly important.

After all, if you don't kill people, people will still come and kill you.

He pinched a copy of "Beihai Sword Technique", glanced at it a few times and then shook his head, this is too cumbersome, although the tricks of the sword dance are beautiful, but the actual combat is to fight with people, this kind of fancy is useless at all.

Xuan Qing gave up decisively and continued to search for the next one.

I took another copy of "Nine Emperor Sword Style", this book is good, but when cultivating, you need to condense more than nine layers of qi, for Xuan Qing, who is the eighth layer of condensation, obviously he does not have such strength.

Xuan Qing glanced at it again, and put it back in place with some reluctance.

I opened the basics again, but there was still nothing he liked, and finally in a corner, I saw a copy of "Jiaolong Killing", this book has only three sword styles, which is easy to learn, but the power is different due to cultivation.

Easy to learn, but difficult to improve.

Xuan Qing hesitated, should he choose?

He looked around, and the rest of the people were carefully selecting their own exercises, and the entire hall was quiet. Xuan Qing's eyes couldn't help but look at the old woman.

He held the sword trick and stood in front of the old woman, whose eyes were half-squinted, and seemed to be sleeping.

Xuanqing couldn't bear to be disturbed, just stood solemnly and waited quietly, and after about half an hour, the old woman finally woke up.

"Seniors. Xuan Qing said lightly.

"Snort. The old woman sneered, her chapped lips grinning, revealing a mouth of jagged teeth, which looked dirty and ugly.

"What kind of generation did you have, if you have something to say, if you have a fart, let it go!" the old woman said unceremoniously.

Xuan Qing remained silent, handed the scroll in his hand to the old woman, and asked humbly:

"I fancy a sword trick below, but I don't know if it's suitable or not, and I ask my seniors for advice. ”

The old woman sneered again, her gaze swept lightly over the sword technique.

"This dragon killing is easy to learn, but it is difficult to refine. In order to use the highest sword style, it requires an inhuman training, and the process is extremely painful. Most people give up halfway through. ”

The old woman glanced at Xuan Qing, saw that Xuan Qing was thin, and said again and again:

"Boy, you can't stand it, give up. ”

"But among these sword tricks, only this one is powerful. ”

Seeing that he was so stubborn, the old woman looked up at him and muttered:

"All arrogance comes at a price, boy. This sword technique has a detailed training method recorded on it, and if you think you can withstand it, it is not impossible. ”

At this point, the old woman stopped talking, her eyelids drooped, and she seemed to have entered a dream again.

"The younger generation is taught. ”

Xuan Qing bowed to the old woman, and made up her mind a little more firmly in her heart, this Jiaolong was going to kill him.

As soon as Xuanqing's footsteps left, the old woman's eyes suddenly opened, and a little light flashed in her seemingly cloudy eyes, and she nodded slightly after a long time:

Softly said:

"In these years, there are fewer and fewer offspring who are not afraid of hardship......"

After that, and close your eyes again, continue to fall asleep.

The inner disciple stayed on the second floor of the Phantom Sound Hall until sunset, and at this time, the old woman slowly woke up.

She glanced at the slanting sun and said unceremoniously to the group of disciples:

"Alright, the time has come!"

When the hour comes, everyone will leave.

Everyone took their carefully selected exercises and martial arts, came to the old woman to make a registration, and then left quickly.

After all the people had landed, the old woman grabbed the booklet in her hand.

scolded: "This ghost errand is really tiring." ”

After that, he stepped out of the air in one step, leaping down from the window on the second floor, and this jump, directly out of more than ten zhang away, and the next moment he arrived at the branch of an ancient tree outside the Hall of Phantom Sound.

Everyone looked at the figure of this old woman in the distance, and they were stunned.

"What a skill!"

"I had asked him for advice if I had known...... someone commented.

This old woman was born ugly, and among the inner disciples on the entire second floor, only Xuan Qing had asked him for advice.

Sima Shang's eyes also lit up slightly;

"It's amazing that a guard has cultivated so much......"

Xuan Qing looked at the back of the old woman who was far away, he wanted to ask, the old woman told him, and there was no regret in his heart.

He took the sword technique and left the Hall of Phantom Sound.

......

On a lonely peak in the Qingyang Sect.

Xuan Qing sat cross-legged, he frantically ran the Taihuang Sutra, slowly pumping true qi into his body.

The true qi that was mobilized by him quickly gathered, becoming more and more intense, like layers of white silkworm cocoons, including Xuanqing in wisps.

In the cocoon, Xuan Qing still closed his eyes and absorbed it violently.

The pure true qi was pulled from the surroundings, slowly entering Xuan Qing's body, echoing in the dantian, refining the physical body.

After a long time, the true qi around him no longer gathered, Xuan Qing stopped his hand, his eyes suddenly lit up, this time the condensation made his spiritual power much stronger, and at the same time, the true qi was also stable.

This made him very happy.

He walked slowly and stood up, took out the sword recipe of "Jiaolong Killing", and carefully recorded each formula.

After about half an hour, the mantra was clearly memorized by him, and the next thing was to temper it crazily.

Only by frantically tempering can this sword technique exert great power.

He clenched the Phantom Snow Sword, stood next to a three-person high boulder, chanted the sword technique in his mouth, and the next moment he swung his hands fiercely towards the stone.

"Titicaca!"

The blade of the sword slashed on the stone, splashing up a little light, and the light burst onto Xuan Qing's body, and was quickly absorbed by him in reverse.

And so on and so forth.

This is a simple and impetuous tempering method, and it should be insisted on for more than five hours every day.

This stone is not an ordinary stone, there is only this one in the entire Qingyang Sect. Ordinary swords touching this stone could only pick up a few sparkling fires, and they could not damage him at all.

If it weren't for the sword pedigree of Jiaolong Killing, Xuan Qing wouldn't have known that Qingyang Sect actually had such a powerful stone.

"Titicaca. ”

Xuan Qing's hands kept chopping, and thousands of rays of light flew into his body like fireflies.

An hour had passed, and Xuan Qing was already sweating profusely. The huge stone was undamaged.

Another hour passed, Xuanqing's body was soaked with sweat, and he shook his teeth and persisted.

After five hours like this, Xuan Qing's hands did not stop, and the only sound in his ears was the clanging of swords slashing on stones. His body collapsed tightly, and the scenery in front of him appeared blurry from time to time, but his hands did not stop, and such hard training must be persevered.

He insisted again for an hour, and only after the sixth hour did Xuan Qing stop.

"I'm tired. ”

Xuan Qing sat on the ground with his buttocks, looking at the boulder in front of him.

The boulder was like a whetstone, only the blade weakened, but it did not diminish.

Looking at this boulder, Xuan Qingleng was stunned for a long time.

Where is life not sharpened.

Only after experiencing arduous experience will there be gratifying gains.

Thinking of this, he was a little more confident. Gritted his teeth, he got up from the ground and swayed his body and walked down from Lone Peak.

During this period of time, he did not delay the practice of the imperial sword, practicing for half an hour every day, but after all, he was bound by his strength and it was difficult to control it.

This one can't be rushed.

In the following days, Xuanqing came to Gufeng to practice swordsmanship day by day, and in a trance, half a month passed.

This **** came down from the lonely peak, and suddenly remembered Bai Susu, I hadn't seen her for a while, and I didn't know how she was studying.

Thinking of this, he immediately walked quickly towards the market.

More than a dozen feet away from the room, Xuan Qing stopped.

Bai Susu came out of the door with his bags on his back, and greeted Xuan Qing when he saw him.

"How's your study? ”

Xuan Qing asked as a matter of routine.

Bai Susu raised his small mouth and clicked a few times, "I think it's almost," "Are you leaving?"

Bai Susu nodded.

Looking at her confident appearance, Xuan Qing pulled him back to the shop and came to a giant ding.

"Since you think you have learned well, then practice a furnace of Ding Ziyun Pill well, and if the refining is successful, I will let you go." ”

After all, this is the task given to him by Yun Qingshui, if this little girl can't learn, he will be held accountable.