"Go, you shit, I'm ...... I'll kill you!"

Gao Zhan's body was in mid-air, like a big spinning top, and he couldn't take the initiative for Song Yi, so he could only hold his sword tightly and poke down from the gap in the flower branches. How could Song Yi give him a hand, seeing that his sword was coming, he immediately pulled out a branch, Gao Zhan never succeeded, but his face was bruised and swollen, and his body was covered with blood.

Song Yi flashed and moved, the more he fought, the more he fought, the more he fought, the more unimpeded the true qi in his body flowed, as if there was some trick finally passed, even the empty dantian became full, and the bumping sword moves made mellow more and more each time, and the thousands of changes in the first three moves of the Zhaoyue sword technique became clearer and clearer.

Song Yi was secretly happy in his heart, and there was a trace of surprise, he felt that he had faintly caught something, but it was fleeting, and there was only one thing that could be certain: after the hard training of the previous "Song Yi" stupid bird flying first, all the gains in the past five years were finally integrated into the blood and bones, and engraved into the soul.

"Bastard, brute......"

Gao Zhan tried and failed repeatedly, so he simply gave up resistance and turned to a pure mouth cannon attack: "If you have the ability, you will kill me now, otherwise I will immediately go and tell my senior sister that you will not be able to survive as a little beast, and you will not be able to ...... death."

Yo, do you want to make a small report? Nowadays, elementary school students are not uncommon to do this.

Song Yi smiled secretly, his right hand pumped back and pressed, Gao Zhan's body flicked in the air, and then fell. Song Yi saw the right time, jumped up, kicked Gao Zhan in the chest, and kicked him into the snowdrift near the courtyard gate!

Bang!

With a sound, snow and dust, mud and water flew wildly, and Gao Zhanjie fell firmly into the mud and lay on the ground convulsively.

"Huh......" Song Yi let out a long breath, this mouth full of unclean things deserves a lesson, and besides, if he was not mistaken, this guy probably wanted to kill himself.

Although he didn't know why Gao Zhan wanted to kill himself, Song Yi guessed that it was somewhat related to that "conspiracy". As soon as the little brother left, trouble came to the door, and the situation seemed a little dangerous.

"Hmm...... ...... vomit"

Gao Zhan trembled, squirmed, and struggled several times before slowly standing up. Song Yi's kick was fast and ruthless, he had already kicked and broken his two ribs, vomited two mouthfuls of blood, Gao Zhan's body was in a mess, and his eyebrows and eyes were so swollen that he couldn't see his face clearly, which was in stark contrast to his arrogant and domineering appearance when he first came in.

"You...... You shit. He still refused to admit defeat, raised his hand tremblingly, pointed at Song Yi, and scolded indistinctly: "You wait for me!"

Dropping a classic confession, Gao Zhan clutched his chest and stumbled away from the main entrance. While running, a small burden fell out of his waist, and as soon as he landed, he buried most of the remnants of snow. He didn't pay attention to it, but Song Yi saw it at a glance.

Picking up the things that Gao Zhan had fallen, Song Yi found that this was a trick bag that painted gold and embroidered silver. When it was opened, it contained two small porcelain bottles, one with the words "Yurong Ointment", which was supposed to be a kind of medicine for external injuries, and the other was black and heavy in the hand.

Song Yi touched it up and down, and was surprised to find that the black porcelain vase was completely integrated, and he couldn't find an opening on the left and right. He didn't understand, and he didn't care, so he put it away.

"Aren't you going too far?" Gao Zhan ......," the voice in his head whispered.

"No, it won't. Song Yi smiled slightly, and was about to explain a few words to this cautious predecessor "Song Yi", when a shout suddenly came from behind.

"Song Yi!"

Song Yi turned around and saw a young man running towards him, this young man was seventeen or eighteen years old, with a handsome face, his hair was a little messy by the wind, he was dressed in white and black pants, covered with a blue shirt, carrying a long sword, and a whip pinned to his waist.

Seeing this whip, Song Yi understood: This must be Ye Ming.

Listening to the original "Song Yi", in addition to practicing the Zhaoyue swordsmanship, Ye Ming's master also created a set of whip techniques, as his master's protégé, Ye Ming must have also learned.

It was when Ye Ming and Luo Zhen were with him that day that "that incident" happened, causing him to be seriously injured......

"Ye Ming?"

"Hey, how are you?" Ye Ming hurriedly ran into the courtyard, closed the gate with his backhand, and stood three steps away from Song Yi, looking at him carefully.

"It's okay......"

"I've seen it all!" Before Song Yi finished speaking, Ye Ming interrupted him, beat his chest and said: "Why, how did you beat Gao Zhan like that, if he ......"

"If he sues Senior Sister Ji, I won't be able to eat and walk around, right?"

Knowing what he was thinking, Song Yi answered with a smile, this worry, the voice in his head had been muttered hundreds of times.

"You ......" Ye Ming paused and looked at him fixedly, as if he didn't know Song Yi anymore.

After a moment, he let out a long breath and said in a low voice, "It's good to understand, I knew you couldn't really be a stupid person." I was practicing swords on the hillside just now, and I saw Gao Zhanchong coming to you from a distance, and I was afraid that he would make trouble for you, so I hurriedly went to ask the master for leave, planning to come and see you, but I didn't expect to come one step too late...... Fortunately, it was you who hit him, not him. ”

After speaking, Ye Ming looked down at the flower branches on the ground, thoughtful. Song Yi knew what he was thinking, but he didn't know how to explain it. It stands to reason that he, a veteran waster who has not made much progress in five years, should indeed not be able to fight the high battle, but today's battle ......

"By the way, how is Luo Zhen?" Song Yi diverted the topic.

"At his master's. Ye Ming didn't ask, and said, "Forge a sword for you." ”

"Sword?" Song Yi was stunned.

"When you were injured, wasn't the sword broken? Luo Zhen picked it up, planning to reforge it and give it to you, you are just such a weapon in your hand, you can't do it without it. ”

I see, Song Yi nodded.

Ye Ming said again: "Actually, I should have given it to you two days earlier, after all, Luo Zhen's ability to forge swords is almost complete, but his master has always been cautious and does not give him the opportunity to forge swords independently, and it is impossible for your broken sword to work on his master's own hands, so he can only rely on him to take time out in the middle of the night to get it, so if it is a few days late, he should be able to send it to you tonight." ”

Such...... Song Yi was a little moved, Ye Ming and Luo Zhen were really his friends, among so many people up and down the Yuequan Sect, they were probably the only ones who regarded themselves as friends.

"It's too much to ...... you."

"Don't bother, this thing...... It's very strange, we have to find a chance to meet, so we can make a difference. ”

Ye Ming glanced out vigilantly and lowered his voice: "We can't figure out how you were injured this time. And because you were seriously injured, Master issued a ban not allowing us to come to you, and I couldn't find a chance in the past few days, Luo Zhen and I were afraid that you would die, and we were afraid that if you didn't die, those people would have to harm you again. I got in touch with Luo Zhen the day before yesterday and agreed to come over secretly tonight, don't be in a hurry to sleep, wait for us. ”

"Good. Song Yi agreed neatly, he happened to forget about this matter, and after listening to them, he might be able to sort it out.

"Okay, then I'll go, I found another excuse to take leave from my master, and I have to rush to do something at this time, take care of yourself, and rest quickly." Although I don't understand how you can defeat Gao Zhan with a single branch, ...... In short, caution is the best. ”

"You saw how I hit him?"

"See. Ye Ming pointed to the outside of the wall: "I just kept squatting on that tree." ”

Song Yi raised his eyebrows, he really didn't notice that there were people peeping outside the hospital, it seemed that his vigilance was far from enough.

After returning to the room, Song Yi didn't rush to think about what Ye Ming said, and even the voice in his head wanted to talk to him, but he was stopped.

He sat down in the room, looked at his nose and his heart, slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to regulate his qi and pulses.

Converge his thoughts, clear his state of mind, and run Zhou Tian, Song Yi meditated on the flow of the spring's heart, running the true qi from top to bottom and bottom to top. From the top of the head to the soles of the feet, through the limbs and hundreds of remains, around the depths of the dantian, like a torrent, the strongest spine and the most subtle blood veins, all surging past.

He was exhausted a lot in the first battle, and he looked like he was lifting weights with one move and one style, but in fact, he almost collapsed several times. Using true qi as a blade and sticking to the flower branches to whip the opponent, after all, it is not a serious exercise, and it has not been tested and improved in actual combat, but Song Yi's clever trick can play a high battle that is a little stronger than himself, but it is absolutely difficult to shake a cultivator with a more solid foundation, such as ...... A first-class disciple of the lower court?

Fortunately, Gao Zhan's foundation is not behind him, and he was caught off guard, so he has not been able to make an effective counterattack.

Thinking about it now, Song Yi was slightly afraid, and the question that had been hanging became extremely clear: when Gao Zhan sent out that flying sword with his true qi, what exactly flashed through his mind?

Song Yi closed his eyes and recalled that moment repeatedly, always recalling only a vague feeling - at that moment, he seemed to have abandoned the Zhaoyue Sword Technique, and he didn't have time to run the Liuquan Heart Technique, but instinctively, subconsciously spewed out his true qi, so he ......

As soon as he thought of this, Song Yi suddenly suffocated in his chest, his qi was instantly confused, and even his breathing became short, he quickly stabilized his thoughts, did not dare to think about it anymore, urged the flowing spring heart trick, guided the true qi in his body to return to the right path, and gradually calmed down again, but a cold sweat broke out in his vest.

Sitting cross-legged like this, silently pranayama, Song Yi's body is like a hundred rivers rushing to the sea, like clouds surging, it is pure continuous true qi, although this qi is not very strong, but it has a sense of endless life. His whole person gradually entered a state of meditation, unaware of the changes in the outside world, and when he finally replenished the consumed true qi and seemed to have an understanding, Song Yi slowly opened his eyes and was surprised to find that it was already dark outside the window.

Standing up, Song Yi only felt refreshed, full of strength, the hidden pain in the injury was much better, and even his mentality became very positive, and the questions he couldn't understand were left behind him - the soldiers came to block, the water came to cover the earth, and it was a coincidence or luck to break up the flying sword of the high battle, after all, it was his own record, even if he couldn't sort it out now, as long as he insisted on cultivation and continued to improve, there would always be a clear day.

He suddenly felt that cultivation was really good, and that this world of cultivating was not very friendly, but it was full of fun.

After taking a simple bath, Song Yi hummed a little song, went to the kitchen to get food, and waited for Ye Ming and Luo Zhen to visit.

During the meal, the voice in his head muttered a few more words to him, and when it came to the evening, both of them thought that it was a good idea to brake quietly, so let them talk more, listen and think more, and find out the situation first.

"I also rested for a while when you were pranayama just now, I didn't bother you, Senior Sister Ji's side shouldn't act immediately, Gao Zhan is not her henchman, and it won't hurt her to fight like that. ”

"Hmm. Song Yi took two mouthfuls of rice, "Gao Zhan, this time it's a shame and a big loss, if I were him, I would be embarrassed to find someone to cry and heal myself." However, what is the origin of that Senior Sister Ji you are talking about, I see that you and Ye Ming are quite jealous of her?"