Then comes the third step.

"The third step, absorb the internal force in the sword, restore your own body, repeat this, and those who achieve it flexibly, the eighth layer will be completed."

Zhou Song has injected all the internal force into the sword, if he can't retrieve it, Zhou Song can only become a waste. If it can't be completed properly, when the people outside open the door, Zhou Song will really be unable to escape.

The people of the Divine Machine Pavilion were very efficient, and she could already hear someone shouting at her from outside.

The person outside is none other than Muko.

"Zhou Song, open the door quickly!!"

Zhou Song completely ignored the hustle and bustle outside, and concentrated on trying to retrieve the internal force inside the twilight spring.

This layer of "Canglong Swordsmanship" is not to make the sword into a simple furnace, but to combine people and swords into one, the human body has a limit, can not fully exert its own strength, at this time inject internal force into the weapon, the weapon will be greatly powerful, as if it has become its own doppelganger.

In this case, if you want to retrieve the internal force, it is not as simple as an ordinary furnace.

Zhou Song focused all her attention on the hands holding the hilt of the sword, and she recalled the feeling that every time she meditated, her internal force filled her whole body little by little. She thought of the sword as a part of her body, sinking the dantian, opening up the meridians, dredged the internal force, and dissolved in the blood.

First the limbs are cold, and then the body is warm, and the feeling of warmth spreads out and flows to the whole body, refreshing and refreshed!

The process was very painful and long, and her body was drenched in fine sweat, and the cycle was repeated several times before the vibration of the sword body gradually subsided.

At this time, Mu Ke and his party had broken through the stone gate and were about to step forward to take down Zhou Song, but they saw a faint barrier formed around her, and they were engrossed in holding the sword, and the sword body and her surroundings were emitting a faint silver light.

Mu Ke could see what she was doing at a glance, and in shock, he could only tell everyone else to retreat, if he interrupted halfway, Zhou Song was afraid that he would be counterattacked.

Zhou Song closed her eyes tightly, feeling the flow of internal force with her heart, her body changed from cold to warm, and then warm to cold, suddenly, she felt a burst of heat on her body, her whole body was soaked with sweat, her brain was buzzing, and her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

She gritted her teeth, trying to control her trembling hands to make sure the sword didn't come off.

She was extremely uncomfortable, her hands and feet were numb, there was a sharp whistling in her head, and she was sweating profusely, she changed from a soft gasp to a big gasp, and her body was like thousands of ants and insects devouring her, and she was extremely tormented.

The whole process lasted for about a stick of incense, and Zhou Song endured it, and her hand holding the spring did not relax.

Suddenly, Zhou Song was surprised to find that those painful feelings were gone, replaced by a refreshing feeling of refreshing spring, and she felt that there was a trickle of power flowing back into her body.

Her internal force is being infused back into her body little by little from the palm of her hand!

Zhou Songyou repeated it several times, over and over again, each time it flowed smoothly from her body to the sword body, and then from the sword body back to her body, and after a few times, she could be sure that she had practiced the most difficult eighth layer!

Only then did she realize that Muko had been holding his hands and standing next to her, looking at her coldly.

"Do you know what you did?"

Zhou Song raised the sword in his hand indifferently: "I'll take back my own things." ”

Mu Ke first sneered, his expression was very disdainful, and then turned gloomy: "What are your things, you are robbing!" ”

Zhou Song also smiled disdainfully: "What you gave me with your own hands, do you still want to take it back?" ”

Mu Ke frowned, and his tone was undoubted: "It's not that I want to take it, it's that you should change it back." ”

"yes, then you can take it back."

Zhou Song held the twilight spring in one hand, and drew a trace of cold light, just right, take Mu Ke to try the results of her cultivation.

——

Since Zhou Song left, Ye Xingchuan was depressed for a while, and during that time, they had been staying in Dongju City, Xiao Bei and the little insect didn't dare to talk to him more, even if a word hit his sore spot, he would be yelled at again.

Until one day, Ye Xingchuan took the initiative to ask Xiao Bei: "How far is the Shenji Pavilion from here?" ”

Xiao Bei replied: "Hundreds of miles, it will take less than a month to ride a horse." ”

"Where's Bronze Sparrow Mountain?"

"Thousands of miles, it should take two or three months to arrive."

"Okay, then let's go to the Divine Machine Pavilion first." Ye Xingchuan nodded calmly and said.

"Brother Ye, what are you talking about?!" Xiao Bei immediately retorted, "Miss Zhou told us to go to Tongque Mountain first!" ”

Ye Xingchuan was upset as soon as he heard Zhou Song: "Do we have to listen to what she said?" ”

"It's not a question of whether you listen to Miss Zhou's words or not, it's the Gu poison on your body, which will recur in only three months!"

"Then spend one month to go to Shenji Pavilion, and another two months to Tongque Mountain."

Xiao Bei was so angry with him that he fanned him wildly: "Although I understand that Brother Ye is very worried about Miss Zhou, of course Brother Ye's life is important!" ”

Ye Xingchuan didn't listen to him at all, he decided that he wouldn't change.

That Gu poison can be alleviated by pills, he wants to find Zhou Song as soon as possible and ask her why she is leaving, if the reason she says is not to his liking, he will ...... Forget it, he can't beat Zhou Song anyway.

"Oh, if Miss Zhou knows, I'm afraid I'll have to worry about death." Xiao Bei was chattering while packing his luggage, and the money Zhou Song left for them was enough for them to use for a while.

Ye Xingchuan had already packed up, took the horses he had bought in advance back to the inn, and waited for Xiao Bei and the little worm to come down.

Waiting, waiting, he saw a familiar figure.

Tall and strong, with a sword, somewhat similar to Zhou Song, he blinked again, and only then did he see clearly that someone was coming - Sheng Feiying!

He was so shocked that he couldn't speak: Sheng Feiying was clearly dying at that time, why did he appear again now?

Sheng Feiying walked up to Ye Xingchuan as if nothing had happened, and greeted him normally: "Ye Gongzi, long time no see." ”

Ye Xingchuan was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said, "Yes, I thought it was ......."

Sheng Feiying smiled: "I can stand here thanks to Miss Zhou." ”

"Zhou Song?"

"Exactly," Sheng Feiying nodded, as if she didn't want to say more, and diverted the topic, "Are you planning to leave?" ”

"Hmm."

"Looking for Miss Zhou?" Sheng Feiying asked.

“…… Well. Although he didn't want to admit it, Ye Xingchuan was really in a hurry to find her.

Sheng Feiying pondered for a moment and proposed, "I'll go with you." ”

"Huh? Isn't Miss Sheng going back to Sword Snow Villa? Ye Xingchuan felt a little stunned, since she was not dead, she should hurry back to Sword Snow Mountain Villa, why should she be with them?

"No, I'm the same as Ye Gongzi, I'm anxious to see Miss Zhou."

Zhou Song's life-saving grace, Sheng Feiying can't repay it, but if she can, she is willing to give her true qi to Zhou Song.

Although he was somewhat surprised, Ye Xingchuan also more or less guessed that Sheng Feiying's resurrection was related to Zhou Song.

And Sheng Feiying's martial arts are strong, plus she only has benefits.

So they set off to the Shenji Pavilion, and every time they passed through a place, Ye Xingchuan would find Lang Zhong to take a look and prescribe some medicine, and the long worms in his body had never attacked.

Arriving in the Blue Wolf area, they did only take a month, and Ye Xingchuan also used this month. Constantly cultivating, soon, his body became the same as before, even better than before, the only question left was how to sneak into the Shenji Pavilion and bring Zhou Song out, none of them were familiar with the Shenji Pavilion, and rashly breaking in would only be more auspicious.

They first rested in the main city of the Blue Wolf Region, Lei Yin City, and asked for a handy weapon here by the way.

Lei Yin City is rich in all kinds of metal ores, for the processing of such tools is also very developed, here are often famous craftsmen, they want to find a famous weapon craftsman, I heard that this person lives in Lei Yin City, to find him for weapons, pay attention to the right time and place, when the time comes, he will appear on his own, if you look for him unilaterally, I am afraid that you will not be able to find it for a whole year.

They found an inn, and Ye Xingchuan was eating tea upstairs by the window, listening to the storyteller's story and looking at the scenery outside the window.

"In other words, this Divine Machine Pavilion has a history of a hundred years, and it is one of the longest sects among the twelve existing sects."

"The world says that the disciples of the Shenji Pavilion are all rootless people, that is to say, the disciples of the Shenji Pavilion are all wild children who don't know where they came from, so if they want to worship the Shenji Pavilion, it is basically impossible, only the wild children who are favored by the Shenji Pavilion can worship the Shenji Pavilion."

"Now, there are 3,000 disciples, 100 teachers, 20 elders, 3 deputy pavilion masters, 1 young pavilion master, and 1 pavilion master, and the strength is very strong. With their usual protection, our Thunder Hidden City and even the entire Blue Wolf Region can be safe. ”

"But in fact, Shenji Pavilion has another identity, that is, the assassination organization......"

Speaking of which, Mr. Storyteller deliberately lowered his voice and dragged out the tail note, which seemed terrifying and mysterious, and the audience gasped.

"Let me ask you first, has anyone seen the appearance of even one disciple of the Divine Machine Pavilion?"

Mr. Storyteller suddenly raised his voice, pointed at any of the listeners, and asked, "You, have you seen it?" ”

The man shook his head, "No, no." ”

"What about you, have any of you seen it?!"

The storyteller waved his hand, and everyone in the audience shook their heads and said, "No." ”

The storyteller took the shocking wood, slapped it on the table, and yelled: "It's right if you don't have it!" ”

As he spoke, he lowered his voice again: "Because...... Killers never reveal their true colors, the people of this Divine Machine Pavilion, every time they travel, they will disguise themselves as ordinary people, and when they kill people, they wear black masks, ouch, that's called a scary ......"

The storyteller told the story of the Shenji Pavilion vividly, and Ye Xingchuan secretly calculated in his heart: "There are more than 3,000 people, and there are only four of us, how did Zhou Song escape from there before?" ”

Thinking about it, Mr. Storyteller's words caught his attention again: "It stands to reason that places like Shenji Pavilion should be some cold-blooded and ruthless killers, but a month ago, the young pavilion master of Shenji Pavilion actually brought back a woman!" ”