After seeing Song Qiulan leave, Lin Chenxing groaned for a while, then sat down cross-legged and began to cultivate the Basic Evolution Technique.

There is no vision in this exercise, and he is not afraid of being seen by others.

However, just in case, after completely recovering his physical condition, he did not get up, but continued to cultivate, and after another half an hour, he opened his eyes and stood up.

He didn't know if the black-clothed disciple who had obviously begun to be curious about his wind refining progress had really left, and he wasn't sure if the other party would kill him, so it was obviously too risky to practice the Wind Refining Nine Styles at this time.

Therefore, Lin Chenxing spent the rest of the night practicing "Falling Leaves Carry" and "Thirteen Styles of Splitting Wind", just to make up for the unfinished cultivation tasks in the afternoon because of pondering the "Basic Sword Technique".

In the next few days, Lin Chenxing did this every day, and the cultivation progress of the Wind Refining Nine Styles was completely consistent with that of ordinary martial artists, and all the extra time was used to ponder martial arts.

After such an adjustment, although the progress of the Nine Styles of Wind Refining was delayed, the cultivation of the Thirteen Styles of Wind Splitting was not a small progress.

After having the experience of cultivating the "Basic Sword Technique" to Xiaocheng, he used the same method to carefully figure out each sword of the "Thirteen Styles of Splitting Wind", and made some subtle adjustments according to his body structure to make the speed and angle of the sword more suitable for him.

Of course, the complexity of the "Thirteen Styles of Splitting Wind" is not comparable to the eighteen-style basic sword moves, and the difficulty of figuring out and adjusting them is naturally greater, and Lin Chenxing did not preliminarily complete it until three days later. But even so, he could clearly feel the difference in the use of this sword technique.

"In some time, I should be able to enter the realm of Xiaocheng!"

Lin Chenxing put away his sword contentedly, and then left the Bone Cliff.

"Little sister, do you want to continue? A new gray-clothed disciple, what secrets can he have? ”

Not long after Lin Chenxing left, a slightly helpless young voice came from a crooked-necked tree on the Bony Cliff that didn't look like anything abnormal.

"But ......"

"You mean to say that guy is entering the realm faster than you, right? This kind of thing has not happened in the Martial Arts Academy before, and as for the reason, you don't know it! ”

Song Qiulan was also a little hesitant when she heard this, after all, she begged her senior sister to cover up for her and investigate here every day, but she didn't find any clues for a few days.

"Okay, Senior Sister, you should still work hard to complete the Nine Styles of Wind Refining now, and break through the Transformation Strength as soon as possible to officially enter the sect! Otherwise, be careful of the master's punishment! ”

"Oh!"

"Let's go!"

As the words fell, I saw two black shadows leap down from the tree and fall lightly to the ground, and disappeared in a few flashes.

Lin Chenxing, who had already returned to his residence, was naturally unaware of this.

"Fire Forges ......."

Lying on the bed, Lin Chenxing was really anxious. Most of his mission time has passed, but so far there has been no progress.

Although he knew that the smelting room should be able to meet his needs for cultivating the method of fire refining, but the rules of the instrument hall were strict, let alone entering the cultivation, he didn't even find a chance to take a closer look.

Break in? Even if it's a fool to take the people of the temple of weapons!

Dan Pavilion, Instrument Palace, and Tibetan Martial Pavilion are the three most important places in the Martial Academy, and their guard strength can be lax enough to let him break into it with a little secret energy?

If this can be done, then the Qingyang Sect will also be one of the eight major sects in vain!

"Hey......"

Lin Chenxing fell asleep with distress that night, and the next few days too!

He temporarily slowed down the progress of wind refining, firstly, just in case he was discovered by the black-clothed disciple, and secondly, his cultivation of the "Thirteen Styles of Splitting Wind" had also reached a critical juncture, and he was not far from breaking through the realm of Xiaocheng.

The progress in swordsmanship also gave Lin Chenxing, who had never been able to practice the method of fire refining, a little comfort!

On the twenty-eighth day of taking over the task of the Instrument Palace, Lin Chenxing came to the forging platform of the bald Zhou Chenhao on time as usual.

"Senior Brother Zhou, morning!" Lin Chenxing greeted with a smile.

"Yes!" Zhou Chenhao just nodded and responded in a muffled voice.

Lin Chenxing didn't care either, in the past month, he also knew a lot about the temperament of this bald senior brother.

This Senior Brother Zhou is a good person, but he is really a stuffy gourd! This is not the same type as the indifference of Mo Bing in the previous dart game.

Then the jingle sounded again, every day! The two are also quite tacit!

But within a quarter of an hour, this tacit understanding was interrupted by a sudden commotion.

"Hurry up and send it over!"

A slightly impatient shout suddenly came from the depths of the forge room, and it was so obvious in the tinkling hall that it was hard to hear.

"Is there another accident?"

"Another unlucky ......"

“......”

This shout was like an introduction, and it suddenly set off a discussion in the forging room, and the sound of jingling forging suddenly became sparse.

"Go on!"

Zhou Chenhao didn't even raise his head, but just reminded Lin Chenxing that the small hammer in his hand still maintained the previous rhythm.

"Yes!"

While Lin Chenxing replied, the movements in his hands did not stop, and the long-handled forging hammer followed the guidance of the small hammer and fell down sharply.

However, he glanced in the direction where the voice came from out of the corner of his eye, and found that two people seemed to be hurrying out in a figure.

"Dang!"

The last hammer fell, and the thick iron on the anvil finally completed its metamorphosis!

After the big bald head put away the newly forged piece of fine iron, Lin Chenxing opened his mouth and asked: "Senior brother, that was ...... just now"

"Poisoned by fire!"

"Fire poison? What is that? Lin Chenxing was a little puzzled when he heard this.

"If you stay in a place with strong fire for a long time, you may be eroded by fire and damage the inner house! This is fire poison! ”

"That person just now should be the disciple on duty in the smelting room last night, and he couldn't get home from cultivation, and he didn't take the Qingling Pill on time, so the fire poison entered the body!"

The big bald head said a few more words, this was the first time in nearly a month that Lin Chenxing had seen him say such a long sentence in one breath.

"Then this man ......"

"If the fire poison enters the body, the viscera will be damaged, and the cultivation will be a big retreat, and the life of the heavy one will not be guaranteed! Let's hope Dan Ge can save him! ”

From the tone of the big bald head, Lin Chenxing heard a deep helplessness!

After nearly a month of getting along, he already knew that except for some high-level people in this hall, most of the others were gray-clothed disciples, or they were.

Either for the sake of resources, or for the sake of realizing that martial arts were hopeless, these gray-clothed disciples entered the instrument hall and did the most basic work of forging or smelting.

Some people take advantage of this to make a fortune, with their forging skills to find another way, in the Qingyang Martial Arts Academy, there are also people who waste the years, in the hall of old age!

In the Instrument Palace, like Zhou Chenhao, a forging apprentice who can only train fine iron or forge ordinary weapons, has not a hundred but eighty, and his status is not much better than that of ordinary gray-clothed disciples.

Although I can get some cultivation resources from the Instrument Palace, the time and energy consumed is also quite large! Whether it's worth it or not depends on personal thoughts!