The night was fading, the dawn was beginning to open, and in the slight dew of the morning light, someone saw Han Chuang's familiar and unfamiliar face again, saying that it was familiar, just because everyone knew that the Qingzhu Sect had an outer disciple Han Chuang who could not condense the martial soul, and said that it was strange, just because no one had seen him in the Qingzhu Sect for too long.

The outer disciples of the Qingzhu Sect generally live at the foot of Zaobing Mountain, and every three months, they have a chance to enter the Martial Arts Pavilion of the Sect and choose a martial art to learn; most of the outer disciples do not want to miss the opportunity, but Han Chuang has not been to the sect for half a year.

This time he appeared outside the Martial Pavilion, which was really surprising.

"See, that is, the legendary disciple of the Qingzhu Sect who can't condense the martial soul, he actually has the face to face the martial pavilion, it's really embarrassing. Someone said.

Someone answered: "Who said it wasn't? I heard that he was a genius before, and now look at it, hey." ”

"If I were him, I would rather never set foot in the sect for the rest of my life, it would be a shame for the sect. ”

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The surrounding chatter did not stop Han Chuang, and he walked straight to the entrance of the Martial Pavilion. Guarding the pavilion was an elder of the Qingzhu Sect, leaning at the door of the Martial Pavilion, and when he saw Han Chuang stepping forward, his eyes flashed, and soon dimmed again.

"Nameplate. The old man said lightly.

Han Chuang handed over the Moyu nameplate representing the identity of the outer disciple in an orderly manner, and with a stroke of the elder's right hand, the Moyu flashed slightly, and instantly returned to dimness.

He raised his head, glanced at Han Chuang in surprise, and said, "Outer Gate Han Chuang, aren't you the disciple who can't condense the martial soul? Why do you still come to the Martial Pavilion to seek martial arts?"

Han Chuang smiled slightly and said, "Does the Qingzhu Sect have a rule that if you can't condense a martial soul, you can't enter the Martial Pavilion?"

The old man's eyes lit up, the wrinkles around his eyes gathered together, and his eyes stared at Han Chuang's eyes, as if he wanted to see something from them; Han Chuang did not back down, and met the old man's scrutiny, gentle as jade, and with the heroic spirit of a young man, the old man nodded frequently.

"You're right, there's no such rule. The old man reverted to his original languid appearance, and said, "Go in, remember to choose only one thing, and be greedy." ”

Han Chuang shook his head respectfully and said, "Disciple understands. ”

The Qingzhu Sect Martial Pavilion is divided into four layers, the first layer is the basic exercises, and from the second layer, it is the martial arts that replenish the body until the contemplation.

Replenishing the body, transforming the yuan, concentrating the mind, melting the soul, life and death, the supreme, the avenue, the cultivation of the Qingzhu Sect of the Eight Rank Sect is the highest, and the outer disciples generally stay in the replenishment period, while the inner disciples are mostly in the early stage of the transformation of the yuan, and only the core disciples can reach the cultivation of the middle and late stages of the transformation of the yuan.

When most of the outer disciples entered the Martial Pavilion, they all went straight to the second floor to look for combat martial arts suitable for the replenishment period, but the purpose of Han Chuang's trip was to find a technique to temper the foundation.

As a traverser, he knows the importance of a solid foundation, especially a martial soul with such strange attributes as devouring, which means that he will be very malleable in the future, so he needs a solid foundation even more.

Choosing an exercise that suits your martial soul can have twice the result with half the effort for future cultivation.

He walked straight to the bookshelf placed on the first floor, and his eyes swept away: most of the books were shrouded in a layer of sealing enchantments, and the surface of the enchantment had an introduction to martial arts written on it.

"Heaven-shattering qi replenishment?"

Han Chuang shook his head, remembering that his predecessor was confused by the title of this book of martial arts domineering last time, and when he recorded it, it was just an ordinary practice of qi and self-tonifying exercises, and the practice method and efficiency were very average, and the only advantage was that he was stable and stable, and he would hardly go mad.

He skimmed straight past this one, looked to the right, and his gaze stayed on another exercise secret book.

"Five Elements Pei Yuan Technique?" he whispered, and shook his head, if it was a martial artist with a natural martial soul, he could repair himself with the power of the five elements of heaven and earth, and cultivating this kind of exercise would naturally be of great benefit, but it would have little effect on him.

Sometimes, the basic exercises do not have to be advanced, but must be suitable for one's own martial soul. After all, the martial soul is the foundation of the martial artist, and the selection of martial arts should be carried out around this foundation.

Han Chuang already had his own general plan for martial arts cultivation, considering his future plasticity and variability, he needed a panacea technique, preferably able to temper the strength of his physical body, and be able to take into account combat.

After vetoing dozens of exercises, he finally found what he needed, a copy of "Yijin Five Fists" in the corner of the bookshelf.

"It is suitable for the cultivation of martial artists of all kinds of martial spirits, tempering the muscles and bones from the outside and the inside, and filling the gaps in the human body with their own strength. ”

After reading this introduction, Han Chuang couldn't help but laugh out loud and said, "It's you." ”

External exercises such as Yijin Wuquan are hidden in the muscles, and it is the most fortunate to practice, which is far less easy than the inner exercises to meditate and practice qi, and there are very few martial artists who choose this kind of exercises to build a foundation.

For Han Chuang, the five fists of Yijin seem to be tailor-made exercises, not only does not have the restriction of martial soul attributes, but can make up for the weakness of devouring martial souls and human eye martial souls in strengthening themselves, and at the same time, they also have the combat effectiveness of the replenishment period;

The heavens will descend on the people, don't they also need to make people suffer first?

Han Chuang shook his head, and was about to enter it into the Moyu nameplate, when a disgusting voice suddenly came from behind him: "Yo, isn't this our peerless genius Han Chuang of the Qingzhu Sect?

He frowned slightly, even if he didn't have to look back, he knew who was coming, except for Lin Jiangxue's brother Lin Yanxue, who else in the Qingzhu Sect would talk to him in this tone.

Han Chuang clenched his fists, analyzing Lin Raccoon's strength in his mind: "Replenish the ninth layer, the martial soul is the beast martial soul golden racvet, characterized by extremely fast speed and strong explosiveness, and now I am not his opponent." ”

He took a deep breath, slowly relaxed his fist, and turned around to stare coldly at Lin Raccoon, as if he wanted to penetrate his nature.

Lin Raccoon Dog has the appearance of ten **, his face is like jade, his figure is slender, he wears a white shirt that noble sons often wear, and his hair is tied with gold rings.

Originally, he was a handsome young man, but his cheeks were narrow, giving people a mean feeling, the tip of his nose was slightly hooked, which made people feel yin, and his face was frivolous, which made people look extremely uncomfortable.

He was surrounded by two men, one of whom was seven feet tall, with a face as black as ink, and a body like a bamboo pole, with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, small eyes and big ears, and a scribe's shirt, and the other was five short in stature, with a pale complexion, a lion's nose and a wide mouth, and the pockmarked face seemed to be full of stars, and the end was ugly.

Han Chuang recognized these two people, the tall one was named Lin Da, and the short one was called Lin Er, Gu was a thug in the captivity of the Lin family in Yunzhou Mansion, because he could condense the martial spirit, so he had the opportunity to enter the Qingzhu Sect, and all the dry expenses were provided by the Lin family, and the two naturally became Lin Raccoon's followers in the Qingzhu Sect.

Han Chuang frowned and said, "This is not the Lin family's mansion, if you Lin Raccoon can come, why can't I, Han Chuang?"

Lin Raccoon seemed to have heard a big joke, "giggled" out loud, and said to Lin Daodao beside him: "Look at it, this is the peerless genius of the outer sect of the Qingzhu Sect, I heard that practicing for a month produces a sense of qi, and breaks through the body in three months, but it was only once-now that a martial soul can't condense waste, I can kill him with my fingers, he actually dares to talk to me like this!"

Han Chuang frowned, although he didn't want to cause trouble, but others had already bullied him, but he couldn't help but say something, and said coldly: "How I speak is my business, I don't need you to take care of it, you just take care of it yourself." As he spoke, he was about to go out.

Lin Raccoon's face froze, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I really don't know what the head of the family liked about you at the beginning, even a person like you also wants to marry Sister Jiangxue, it's just wishful thinking!" As soon as the words fell, his figure flashed to Han Chuang's approach, and his right hand gathered his palm into a knife, sweeping towards Han Chuang's cheeks.

Lin Raccoon was jealous that Han Chuang had made a marriage contract with Lin Jiangxue, the first beauty in Jiangzhou, and he was ruthless in his shot, this hand had already used the power of his martial soul, his martial soul was a golden racvet, and he could speed up his shot during the replenishment period.

With the help of subtle ability, Lin Raccoon's every move was under Han Chuang's surveillance, and at this moment, he only needed to take a step forward and attack Lin Raccoon Racco's chest with a collapse fist to crack this move, but he didn't do this, but flashed backwards inadmissibly, leaving a bloody mark on his cheek.

Lin Raccoon was slightly stunned, obviously he didn't expect that the palm knife he would hit would be dodged by Lin Raccoon, and he was about to continue to make a move, when he suddenly heard a majestic voice behind him: "No noise is allowed in the Martial Pavilion, no private fights, if there is disobedience, expelled from the sect!"

When Lin Raccoon heard this, he knew that this was the Elder Wu Pavilion defending Han Chuang, and thought: "With this old guy to protect him, it's really hard to do it here, but it's a long time coming, and I have a chance when I get out of here." So he stood with his palms tied and said to Han Chuang: "Count your luck this time, and this son will spare you!"

Han Chuang smiled coldly, wiped the blood marks on his face with his hand, licked his tongue lightly, and the tip of his tongue was covered with blood, like a demon in hell, and everyone around him was terrified.

"Lin Raccoon, I have written down this trick. Three months later, Waimen Dabi, if you are unfortunate enough to meet me in the ring, it will be your death!" Han Chuang's giggling laughter echoed on the first floor of the Wu Pavilion, and his tone was so calm that it made people tremble.

For some reason, although he knew that Han Chuang's strength was much inferior to his own, Lin Raccoon still felt a cold air coming out of the ground, rushing all the way to his head, he couldn't help but shiver, and the whole person trembled as if he was possessed by a demon.

He forced himself to calm down, puffed out his chest and said in a fierce voice: "Okay! I believe we will definitely meet, but the person who will die at that time must be you!"

Han Chuang smiled slightly, walked towards the door, and the moment his body intertwined with Lin Raccoon, he whispered a sentence: "Do you really think so?"

The momentum that Lin Raccoon had just condensed was dismantled by this fluttering sentence, and when he wanted to refute, Han Chuang's figure had already disappeared into the morning dew.

"Damn waste, dare to challenge me, I will definitely torture you to death in the ring!" Lin Raccoon said viciously.

Although the Qingzhu Sect prohibits private fighting, but the ring fights, if there is damage, naturally no one else is to blame, even the sect will not pursue it, Lin Raccoon made up his mind to kill Han Chuang in the ring, in order to vent his hatred.

At this moment, Lin Er, who was beside him, came up and said with a flattering smile: "The eldest prince can naturally make a move, but this guy is really not worthy of letting you make a move, so it is better to let me and Lin Da-" As he spoke, he made a downward cutting gesture with his right hand.

If it was normal, Lin Raccoon would definitely reject Lin Er's proposal, he preferred to humiliate him in the ring than to kill Han Chuang easily, but when he thought of Han Chuang's demon-like cold gaze just now, Lin Raccoon felt faintly uneasy.

I thought to myself: "It's not bad for them to go to the bottom of Han Chuang." So he nodded and said, "Find a good opportunity and remember to do things cleanly." ”

Lin Er smiled sympathetically and said, "Don't you still worry about me and Lin Da? ”

The slender Lin Da didn't answer him, his gaze still stayed in the direction of Han Chuang's departure, until Lin Er touched his hand, then he reflected, and replied casually: "Yes, that's right, you can rest assured that we will do things." ”

In fact, in the bottom of his heart, he has the same feeling as Lin Raccoon, and today's Han Chuang is very unusual, just like a different person.