The speed of the arrival was extremely fast, and as soon as Lin Chenxing noticed that someone was approaching, a vigorous figure appeared in his sight like a cheetah.

"Disciple in black!"

With the help of the moonlight, Lin Chenxing found that the person who came was dressed in black, but looking at the outfit, it was a woman. In Qingyang Martial Academy, black clothes are not just clothes, they are a symbol of talent and status!

As for the strength, the gray-clothed disciples have the advantage of age, and they can still be slightly better, but it can only be said that the overall strength, the strength of some little demons is very good, but these Lin Chenxing are naturally not very clear.

"Huh?"

With a soft sigh, the figure that was rushing to the edge of the cliff suddenly stopped. Just this change between movement and stillness is enough to show the strength of this person, at least her control of her own power is in place.

Song Qiulan was also a little surprised at this time, she had been practicing the Wind Refining Method here for the past few months, but she didn't expect that there would be other people here today, let alone a gray-clothed disciple.

As far as she knew, several gray-clothed disciples who were currently cultivating the Qingyang Nine Refining in Qingyang Yuan had already completed the tempering of the skin membrane, and she didn't know why this person appeared here.

"Who are you?" Out of the caution of the martial artist, Song Qiulan stopped far away and asked out loud.

"Gray-clothed disciple Lin Chenxing, I've seen Senior Sister!"

The gray-clothed disciple called himself a junior brother and sister in front of the black-clothed disciple, this is the rule of the Qingyang Martial Academy, although he is a little helpless, but Lin Chenxing doesn't want to give birth to something wrong for this matter, that will inevitably delay his cultivation!

"Have you cultivated the Qingyang Nine Refinings?" Song Qiulan confirmed when she heard this.

The place of the boning cliff is fierce at night, blowing on the body like a boning steel knife, and usually no one comes here at night.

"Yes!"

Although "Qingyang Nine Refinements" is not the best exercise in the collection of the Martial Academy, because of its particularity, the disciples who practice this exercise often attract everyone's attention.

But Song Qiulan was sure that none of the gray-clothed disciples he knew who cultivated the "Qingyang Nine Refining" had heard of such a person, so he guessed and asked, "Are you changing the practice or are you newly admitted to the hospital?" ”

"Senior sister, junior brother has only been admitted to the hospital for a short time!"

"Alright! You're in the south, I'm in the north, don't affect my practice! ”

"Thank you!" When Lin Chenxing heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and hugged his fists to thank him.

The reason why he put his posture extremely low before was naturally not because he was used to it, but because he had to do it.

There is only one place where Qiu Dao Feng is suitable for cultivating the method of wind refining, and it must be after night to have a good effect. Although the wind is not small in this bone-debiting cliff day, it cannot meet the requirements of the "Qingyang Nine Refining" exercises.

Besides, cultivating the exercises is not an overnight thing, if this chick wants to dominate this bone-deboning cliff by virtue of his identity as a black-clothed disciple, then he will really have to sit on wax. Before the other party completely completes the wind refining, he may not be able to cultivate here.

With strength and toughness with the other party?

I'm sorry, but the high-level of the Qingyang Martial Academy will let you have a good understanding of how big the difference in identity is between the black-clothed disciples and the gray-clothed disciples!

Before, Wu Xiaobao solemnly reminded him that he must try to avoid conflicts with the black-clothed disciples, and even if there is a conflict, he must try to back down.

Want to be head-on with strength? I'm sorry, here, the difference in identity has even surpassed the rule of respect for strength among martial artists.

Say that the Martial Academy is unfair to the gray-clothed disciples?

Gray-clothed disciples are generally twenty years old and upward, while black-clothed disciples are fifteen or sixteen years old, and the older ones are less than twenty.

Maybe the outside world is respected by strength, and geniuses who have not grown up have to be respectful in front of their predecessors who are not as talented as themselves, but this is the Martial Academy!

After all, the black-clothed disciple can be regarded as the cultivation object of the Martial Academy's Eight Classics, and as for the gray-clothed disciple, it is just a charity!

These unwritten rules, with Lin Chenxing's IQ, are not so incomprehensible!

With his mentality, he will not shout that God is unfair! If you don't show impressive talent and potential, then honestly work hard.

After moving two more feet to the south, Lin Chenxing untied his long sword and put it away, no longer paying attention to the black-clothed disciple, and cultivated on his own.

The difficulty of refining the muscles and membranes is much more difficult than refining the musculoskeletal muscles. In particular, the epithelia is not easy to focus, except for some special methods, it is generally difficult to exercise.

The method of wind refining in "Qingyang Nine Refining" is to use the wind to blow the skin of the whole body, and then cooperate with special cultivation action techniques to quench the skin of the whole body.

Lin Chenxing's limbs were stretched, and his whole body was facing the direction of the Gangfeng blowing, and with the unfolding of the Wind Refining Nine Styles, the skin of his whole body was as tense as a drum surface, and under the blowing of the Gangfeng, it vibrated slightly in a special rhythm.

At the beginning, facing the blowing of the gangfeng, Lin Chenxing's breathing was a little difficult, but he quickly adjusted.

He was already basically familiar with the nine-style movements of wind refining, and there was not much of a barrier to formal cultivation at this time, so he quickly immersed himself in it.

As the rotation of the nine-style movements, he felt that between the concussions of his whole body, there seemed to be a faint sound coming out, like the sound of beating war drums from an inexplicable place.

In the faint sound of the drum, Lin Chenxing seemed to feel that his skin was slowly becoming firmer and more elastic. This vague feeling made him even more like an addict*gentleman, indulging in cultivation, and no longer caring about everything in the outside world.

On the other side, Song Qiulan was slightly surprised to see that Lin Chenxing had quickly entered the cultivation state by himself. However, when she saw that Lin Chenxing was blown by the Gangfeng wind at the beginning, and she could barely stabilize her breathing, she couldn't help but turn up the corners of her mouth slightly.

"What a rookie!"

After paying a little attention, Song Qiulan also began her own cultivation.

Her cultivation has obviously become a bit hot, it is the same wind refining nine styles, but it is more natural and smooth in her, and she even has some of her own style. Its nine-style convergence rotation is undoubtedly much more mellow and sophisticated than Lin Chenxing, a rookie.

If Lin Chenxing could get close to the black-clothed female disciple at this time, if there was no whistling sound of the wind, then he would definitely be able to clearly hear the sound of drumming coming from the skin membrane of the other party's whole body, which was the performance that the wind refining method had been cultivated to the point where it was quite hot.

However, Lin Chenxing was immersed in his own world at this time, and it was destined that he would never have the opportunity to hear this.

Then again, if he was really close to others, I am afraid that the good situation that he had pretended to usher in before would be destroyed in an instant. Maybe you have to bear the status of a disciple!

When the time comes, I don't know if there will be a bunch of flower messengers who will go forward to chase and intercept the perverted wolf.