Lao Xiucai stood on a boulder at the top of the mountain, the mountain wind was blowing, his sleeves were fluttering, and the hunting sound.

At this time, the white-haired old man standing tall in the wind, where is there still a little shabby?

Lao Xiucai looked at the eight hundred miles away, and the little light that suddenly lit up, even if it was from such a distance, still made the old man feel a little dazzling, and the old man nodded slightly and said: "After so many years, although the sword blade is much duller than the rumors, the sharp energy contained in it has not attenuated much. Amazing, really amazing, leisurely ten thousand years, vicissitudes of life, and can still have such a weight of spirit. But ......"

Lao Xiucai quickly smiled and said, "I will rely on this mountain to let you retreat." Fighting is such a thing, after all, if you can fight less, you can fight less, and you will be angry. ”

The mountain at the old man's feet, which he visualized and painted, could not be more famous.

The most extensive territory of the Nine Continents in the Middle Earth Divine Continent, there is a big mountain named Suishan, the mountain is majestic, it can be said that it rises to the sky, the top of the mountain has the inscription of the holy master handwritten "the only one in the world", there is the ritual holy cliff carved "the ancestor of the five mountains", there is the first disciple left by the Taoist ancestor under the seat of "Gangfeng Xu Lai", there is the soldier saint carved with his finger "only I Wudang" four words.

Only the emperors of all continents in all dynasties, come here to seal the Zen and tell the heavens of the sacrificial stone carvings, there are as many as more than 180 pieces, the grass seals are all there, these are full of mysterious words and cliffs, all the way from the top of the Sui Mountain to the platform, down to the halfway up the mountainside, places of interest and historic sites, almost everywhere you can see.

Lao Xiucai looked at the bright sword light, a little surprised, the first time he appeared at the mouth of the old well, he saw Chen Ping'an's sword holding gesture, it was really unbearable, even Lao Xiucai was such a person who was not particular about martial arts, he couldn't stand it. But at this moment, seeing the young man's horizontal sword holding posture in front of him, the old man only had one feeling.

Steady.

The young man's hand holding the sword is very stable, his heart is very calm, and he is very stable, so the whole person's spirit and spirit are more stable.

After the tall woman poured all the sword intent into the "old sword strip", the next moment, with a more ethereal posture and mysterious atmosphere, appeared directly on the heart lake of the young Chen Ping'an, golden eyes, barefoot, when her toes lightly touched the surface of the lake, ripples, so the young man sounded a burst of heart.

Her warm voice resounded in the young man's heart, "Don't be in a hurry to make a move, first adapt to the feeling of a Qi practitioner in the Ten Realms." ”

"The so-called swordsmanship moves are just a few kinds, and they can't change too many tricks. This is the difference between the rivers and lakes in later generations and the immortals on the mountains. Qi practitioners, qi training, cultivation and cultivation are integrated, and there are thousands of sword intents bred, some deep and some shallow, some high and some low. If others are wells and streams, you are the lakes and rivers, and you are naturally a thousand times better than others. ”

"The length of the sword qi depends on the development of the physical qi mansion, the more qi fu is opened, the deeper the potential is tapped, others only have an inferior blessed land, but you have all the cave heaven blessed land, the difference between the two is a world of difference!

She looked around, and after seeing the young man's state of mind, she smiled and said softly, "Do you understand?"

The young man was struggling to adapt to the feeling of cultivation in the Ten Realms, and the air currents around his body were so chaotic that he couldn't even open his eyes, let alone speak, but fortunately, she told him that he only needed to meditate in his heart. The boy told her honestly, "I understand, but I don't know how to do it." ”

She was not surprised at all, and laughed.

Chen Ping'an didn't know what to do, and continued to try his best to adapt to himself as a Qi practitioner in the Ten Realms.

That weird feeling, inexplicable.

It's like a hungry person, who suddenly fills his stomach with big fish and meat, and there is no gap left, and all the qi is stretched.

The original qi machine, which originally seemed to be a wandering fire dragon, suddenly changed from the size of a needle and thread, like growing into an exaggerated loach size, swimming rapidly in the meridians of the whole body, rampage, unimpeded, and constantly wrapped in the qi of each qi fu acupoint halfway, snowballing, that posture, I don't feel like I will not stop if I don't become a veritable dragon.

The body is as clear as glass, and the trunk meridians stretch and stretch like golden branches and jade leaves.

True and clean, back to basics, long-term vision.

The statements that Lin Shouyi had mentioned one by one appeared in Chen Ping'an's mind one after another.

Above the heart lake, she whispered, "It's almost meaningful." Sword cultivation is not an ordinary qi practitioner after all. ”

Then she raised her head, looked into the distance, and looked directly at the boulder on the top of the mountain through the state of mind of Chen Ping'an's Dan room, and asked with a smile: "What do you say? Otherwise, you will be too victorious to move out of this Sui Mountain to defend against the enemy." ”

"If you want to be convinced. ”

Lao Xiucai comprehended, laughed heartily, hesitated slightly, slightly converged his gaze, his eyes moved in the entire mountain, and finally his eyes were condensed on a cliff, on which there was a strange "calligraphy" written by the ancient sword immortal with abundant sword energy, which attracted countless sword cultivators to observe in the Middle Earth Divine Continent, and even did not hesitate to build a house under the cliff to understand the "flying sword sticker".

"Take it, how much you can take depends on your ability, Zuo boy was the same as you, he has not formally learned the sword, and he inadvertently climbed the mountain to see the cliff and view the words, this look, he took six words. What is the talent and qualification of sword practice, the results are immediate, among the sword cultivation, there are many geniuses, but geniuses are also divided into big and small, the five characters will become a land sword immortal, Chen Ping'an, and it depends on how you are rooted!"

I saw the old man wave his sleeves, and the seven simple characters on the cliff stone wall flew out of the cliff and swept to Chen Ping'an, who was eight hundred miles away, and immediately came to Chen Ping'an's side, which had become a palm-sized ancient seal, with brilliant golden light, shining, and one word revolving rapidly around Chen Ping'an.

It's just that in the end, he didn't want to get close to Chen Ping'an for a word, and the distance became farther and farther, and finally he simply turned around and flew back.

After Lao Xiucai saw this scene, he was embarrassed and guilty, and muttered: "It's self-defeating, Xiao Ping'an, I'm sorry." Where did I think these words are so faceless......"

The woman who stepped on the lake of Chen Ping'an's heart snorted coldly.

Lao Xiucai sneered: "Tricky, really tricky, how can this be good? It's okay, it's okay, I'll change a more worry-free and effort-saving way, it's hard for me, I'm an old friend with the Suishan Mountain God, what kind of family background does he have, I know best, it's really not good, I'll ......."

"I'm not surprised that those seven words don't look down on me. ”

At this moment, Chen Ping'an opened a gap in his eyes, and no longer spoke to the tall woman in his heart, but said directly, "And in fact, I don't want them either, really!"

Her heart shook.

The young man said with added force, held the long sword in his hand, and said slowly: "When I practice boxing, I always have a feeling that when I practice to the end, the punch will be fast, and I even think it is the fastest. Now that you are by my side, I think it is enough, I don't need a word at all, and the next sword will be very fast! Believe me, it will be very soon!"

The woman nodded.

Lao Xiucai was also stunned, and said: "This tone is really like when Xiao Qi was a teenager." ”

There was a smile in the old man's eyes, but he deliberately opened his throat and snorted coldly: "I want to see if this sword can make your kid's ten realms cultivate, whether it can exert the strength of the eleventh realm or the twelfth realm!" Chen Ping'an, don't hold back, in the end, only the strength of the seven or eight realms will be revealed." Come on, come on, if this sword is not handed out, the daylily will be cold!"

After the old man finished teasing the young man, he sat cross-legged and muttered: "The poet has a saying, ten years of sharpening a sword, but the frost blade has never been tried. Show the king today, who has injustice. But there are so many injustices in the world, but there is only one sword. ”

Lao Xiucai smiled freely, no longer had these sad emotions, and gloated: "Besides, others have sharpened a sword for ten years, Chen Ping'an, the sword in your hand has to be 10,000 years." ”

Chen Ping'an almost said in a deep voice with the tall woman: "Go!"

Chen Ping'an began to run forward.

The boy dragged his sword away.

Lao Xiucai, who took all this into his eyes, just smiled and shook his head.

The boy galloped forward with his head held high.

The boy leaped high and slashed down with a sword.

There was silence.

There is no amazing sword light that shines on the heavens and the earth, and there is no sword qi that penetrates Changhong.

But at this moment, on the boulder on the top of the mountain, the old man who was originally sitting north and facing south sat sideways.

On the surface of the Heart Lake, the woman suddenly fell to the bottom of the lake, closed her eyes and said slowly: "It's been 10,000 years." ”

At the same time, next to the well of the Qiulu Inn, Li Baohua, who had been studying the painting scroll, suddenly widened his eyes and shouted in surprise: "Why is there an extra crack in the painting scroll?"