There is no Jiazi in practice, and the years do not know the years.

Although time passed day by day, the disciples of the Inner Gate of the Three Holy Sect still talked about Lin Qingxuan's sweep of the ring a month ago, and some people even called Lin Qingxuan the "No. 1 fierce man in the Inner Gate of the Three Holy Sect in a hundred years".

During this period, some strange phenomena occurred. For these inner disciples, Lin Qingxuan's image in the ring has been firmly erected in their hearts, and the martial arts that Lin Qingxuan chose in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion have also spread among these disciples.

Lin Qingxuan only chose two sets of exercises in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the low-level "Broken Scripture Splitting Bone Fist" and the middle-level "Mixed Yuan Gong".

Although "Broken Scripture Splitting Bone Fist" is a reference boxing book for the lower levels of mortals, in the past month, it has become a hot boxing method among the inner disciples, and almost everyone has a copy. The disciples who went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to copy this exercise almost filled the transcription room of the Zangjing Pavilion, and some disciples almost fought in the transcription room for a position in order to transcribe the "Broken Scripture Splitting Bone Fist".

Lin Qingxuan's starting style of "Broken Scripture Broken Bone Fist" in the ring directly collapsed Xi Quan's long-standing "Negative Heavenly Fist", which made countless disciples directly regard "Broken Scripture Broken Bone Fist" as the "Divine Fist" on the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

And "Mixed Yuan Gong", Lin Qingxuan didn't practice at all, when these disciples copied this exercise, one by one it was as if they had picked up a treasure, and I don't know what Lin Qingxuan would feel after he knew it.

For the choice of these disciples, the elders of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion were also crying and laughing, these people went to seek the exercises that Lin Qingxuan had learned out of their admiration for Lin Qingxuan, but the reason why Lin Qingxuan's low-level boxing skills were so powerful was entirely because of the fist intent, and among the inner disciples, how many of them could touch the "meaning"?

In the past month, Lin Qingxuan has been living in simplicity with the old man, practicing swordsmanship during the day, and staying until nightfall, and refining alone in the Sword Grinding Palace, silently strengthening his true qi. He has always been in the Great Perfection of the Pulse Crossing Realm, and now, he is getting closer and closer to the Ning Dan Realm.

In the early morning, the aura of heaven and earth is strong.

It is already winter now, and every morning, strings of ice cubes will be hung on the dougong of the Sword Grinding Palace, but in the severe cold weather, the cultivators are also dressed alone, and they are full of blood and energy, and they are not afraid of the cold.

Lin Qingxuan sat in front of the gate of the Grinding Sword Palace, motionless, he had been meditating here all night. His abdomen rose and fell regularly, and the invisible spiritual energy between heaven and earth entered his body through the three hundred and sixty-five spiritual points on his body, and after some refining, it turned into two white qi jets from Lin Qingxuan's mouth and nose.

He meditated here every night, and this was the place where the aura of the Grinding Sword Palace was the strongest, and it was indeed suitable for cultivation.

"Whoa!"

A white figure jumped down from the plaque of the Grinding Sword Palace and landed on Lin Qingxuan's shoulder, one paw grabbed Lin Qingxuan's hair, and the other monkey paw groped around Lin Qingxuan's body, trying to find something.

"Xiaobai, don't make a fuss, you won't finish eating the five thousand spars you gave you, right?"

In this silent state, Lin Qingxuan suddenly opened his eyes and took down the little white on his head directly.

Soon after Lin Qingxuan entered the Sword Grinding Palace, Xiao Bai, who had been sleeping because of eating too many spars, finally woke up, and Yi Lao was also surprised by Xiao Bai's strength, although Yi Lao did not tell Lin Qingxuan what kind of strength Xiao Bai was, but he said that with Xiao Bai with him, ordinary sects could not afford to provoke him.

Lin Qingxuan only knew that Xiaobai was very powerful, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful that ordinary sects couldn't afford to provoke him?

Xiao Bai's strong strength can undoubtedly become a talisman for Lin Qingxuan when he goes out, but what makes Lin Qingxuan's heart bleed is that Xiao Bai has to use a large number of spars every day, and in this month, he has eaten 50,000 spars!

Lin Qingxuan is not in the sect these days, and according to the treatment of true disciples, it is only two or three thousand spars accumulated in a few months, which is simply a drop in the bucket. Fortunately, Lin Qingxuan also had 400,000 spars on his body because of fighting beasts and other reasons. However, Lin Qingxuan's 400,000 spars were shrunk into 350,000 spars by Xiaobai in a month.

"Take it, while watching, I guess the teacher is coming to test me again. Lin Qingxuan took out a Qiankun bag and put it in Xiaobai's monkey paws, and there were 10,000 spars in this Qiankun bag.

"Woohoo ......"

Xiao Bai weighed the Qiankun bag, and then he was satisfied, and with a slight jump, he landed on the palace gate of the Sword Grinding Palace.

"Squeak!" Xiaobai stretched out his furry monkey paws, pierced his ears and scratched his cheeks, and looked like he was watching a play.

"It's coming so soon!"

Lin Qingxuan's right arm tightened, and he instantly took out the Great Wilderness Halberd, and threw it out behind his back!

"Well, the vigilance is getting higher and higher, it turns out that you don't even feel me standing on your shoulder. ”

An old voice suddenly sounded in Lin Qingxuan's ears, and an old man wearing a black robe with a black sword on his back appeared like a ghost, and his feet were landing on the tip of Lin Qingxuan's halberd.

As soon as it fell like this, the Great Wilderness Halberd didn't move at all, as if it didn't have any weight.

In order to train Lin Qingxuan, Yi Lao's strength every time he made a shot was only the Great Perfection of the Pulse Realm.

"If you are not vigilant, you have to teach the teacher your "Great Compassion Tearing Wind Sword Technique" or "One Hundred and Eight Stars Sword", I was also forced!" Lin Qingxuan smiled bitterly.

At the beginning, Lin Qingxuan would be silently kicked by the blue nose and swollen face every time, and when Lin Qingxuan reacted, he had to wait for a black sword, and in the past month, Lin Qingxuan had at least two hundred more sword wounds on his body, and Lin Qingxuan had to suffer thirty or forty sword wounds every day on average. However, as time went by, Lin Qingxuan's injuries became less and less, and he continued to improve.

In Yi Lao's opinion, he has been suppressed to the same realm as Lin Qingxuan, if Lin Qingxuan can't stand it, it can only be Lin Qingxuan's own reason, he won't keep his hands, disciples are not used to care, but should be constantly spurred.

A true cultivator can only break through himself in the contest between life and death. In the past month, although Lin Qingxuan has been injured in many places, both his actual combat experience and the limit of his strength have been greatly improved.

Only in the tempering of blood and fire can we arrogantly realize our potential.

"Teacher, you are on my halberd, and there is a big hole below!"

Lin Qingxuan's hand shook, and the Great Wilderness Halberd was directly bent, this shaking power, the tip of the halberd was actually buzzing and trembling, the elastic power contained in the body of this Great Wilderness Halberd was amazing, even if it was just a little tremor, it could make people break their muscles and bones.

Yi Lao is only now in the pulse realm, and he can't step into the air, Lin Qingxuan's trembling, he can only fall.

"You 'imitation', you can almost be fake!

Yi Lao smiled slightly, pulled out the black sword and slashed down lightly, directly slashing the Great Wilderness Halberd into the ground!

"Hit the middle stream!" Lin Qingxuan shouted, pulled out the Great Wilderness Halberd, and suddenly, the Great Wilderness Halberd erupted with a strong force.

As this halberd stabbed out, Lin Qingxuan's momentum skyrocketed, and the direction of the surrounding air changed, and an invisible whirlpool seemed to appear in Lin Qingxuan's hands, gathering this surging momentum and merging into the Great Wilderness Halberd.

Yi Lao showed a look of appreciation, and the black sword was aimed at the tip of the Great Wilderness Halberd, and it was suddenly raised.

However, this provocation did not provoke Lin Qingxuan's halberd, this move has been tempered by Lin Qingxuan, and the halberd has already been as stable as a cast!

"What a halberd!"

Yi Lao thought that Lin Qingxuan would be provoked by his black sword, but he didn't expect that Lin Qingxuan had already practiced the realm of a halberd as stable as casting, and the tip of this halberd did not move at all.

Bursts of silver-white true qi erupted from Yi Lao's black sword, he changed his steps, and the black sword instantly turned into a phantom, and the tip of the sword spewed out a silver-white sword qi, stabbing Lin Qingxuan's right shoulder.

Seeing this sword qi attacking, if Lin Qingxuan didn't resist, I was afraid that there would be another blood hole on his shoulder. In an instant, Lin Qingxuan's Great Wilderness Halberd flicked to the right, and that sword qi was shattered by the Great Wilderness Halberd.

"You're still young! That's the real attack!"

Yi Lao took a step forward, and another sword stabbed in front of Lin Qingxuan like a poisonous snake.

"I've been prepared for a long time! The second move of the Reckless Euphorbia: Reckless Towering Mountain!"

Lin Qingxuan had already practiced the first three moves of "Reckless Euphorbia", he took half a step back and greeted him with a halberd.

In an instant, Lin Qingxuan turned into an endless mountain in the eight-hundred-mile wilderness, and I didn't move even if the wind and waves blew!

"Bell!"

This halberd blocked the sword stabbed by Yi Lao, Lin Qingxuan was as motionless as a mountain, but Yi Lao was shocked back two steps instead.

"Good boy!

Yi Lao was also taken aback, this Lin Qingxuan's progress was too fast, not only was he a genius in cultivation, but his combat intuition was even more terrifying!

"This kid is simply a demon, it is estimated that in another ten days and half a month, I will not be able to suppress him in the Pulse Realm, where will I put my face when the time comes?"

However, he was also relieved in his heart, a month ago, this kid was abused by his own sword and screamed, and he was covered in injuries, and a month later, his cultivation of the Pulse Realm seemed to be almost unbearable in a few days.

"Your halberd technique is already very good, each halberd is almost integrated into the halberd intent, next, change the sword and practice the swordsmanship!"

Yi Lao turned over and whirled in the air, and the long sword fell like a torrential rain.

"Whew!"

Lin Qingxuan's heart moved, and he put the Great Wilderness Halberd into the space, and immediately drew his sword to greet him, and as soon as he made a move, it was the Thirteen Swords of Canglang!

Yi Lao's sword seemed to have merged with the air, and the dense sword light fell endlessly like a violent wind. And Lin Qingxuan's sword was a roaring river, although it was endless and endless, it was somewhat dwarfed by Yi Lao's sword.

Although Yi Lao has now suppressed his cultivation to the Piercing Pulse Realm, compared to Yi Lao's sword dao that has been immersed in for thousands of years, Lin Qingxuan's rookie-level swordsmanship is really too simple, just like comparing the height of a child to an adult.

"Bell!"

Lin Qingxuan only felt a strange force coming, and the Tiangang Sword instantly came out of his hand.

The next moment, Yi Lao's black sword stabbed out from a tricky angle, slashing across Lin Qingxuan's left arm, instantly bringing out a cloud of blood mist.

"Your swordsmanship is really much worse than the halberd technique, and you didn't even survive my ten moves just now. You went to the Dao Stone to sharpen your sword this afternoon, and give me a good sense of the resonance of the Dao Stone when you sharpen the sword. If you don't smooth out the same part of the sword grinding stone, you are not allowed to rest, and you are not allowed to cultivate!"

Yi Lao withdrew the bloody long sword, and for some reason, he looked at Lin Qingxuan stunned in place, and for a moment he lost his mind.

"It's not that my swordsmanship is too bad, but that your swordsmanship is simply superb, how can mine be compared?"

Lin Qingxuan held a bitter face and silently picked up the Tiangang Sword inserted into the surface.

"Hey......" Yi Lao didn't know when, he had already turned around and walked towards the Sword Grinding Palace, he muttered to himself: "Back then, it was also here, and so was Zhou Qu...... I was stabbed with my sword and bruised all over my body. ”

Yi Lao lowered his head, a cold wind blew up the dust, and his back looked extremely gloomy in the dust.

Now that it has entered winter, although cultivators don't care about the cold and heat, but under this cold wind, Lin Qingxuan looked at the back of the old man, and his heart was also tight.

He grabbed the hilt of the Tiangang Sword in his hand: "Teacher, I must realize the sword intent as soon as possible!"

The winter sky is generally gray, giving people an invisible oppression.

Yi Lao's black robe kept rising back in the wind, and the black sword behind him was even more abrupt, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and asked, "Qingxuan, are you the fifth student in the beginning of December?"

"Indeed, the disciple was born on the fifth day of the twelfth month and was originally registered at the outer gate. Lin Qingxuan was a little puzzled, and Yi Lao suddenly asked him what he was doing on his birthday?

Yi Lao's gloomy figure stepped into the gate of the Sword Grinding Palace, and sighed in a low voice: "A month later, it will be the fifth day of the twelfth month, and you will be seventeen!

"Look at the water flowing eastward, and watch the sun sink in the west!"