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Shout!

Almost subconsciously, Shi Kong unfolded the Lotus Sword, and the Bright Moon Sword bloomed with a misty dark purple sword light, like a blooming purple lotus, and a pure white and flawless sword light spit out from it, slashing towards the hilt of the sword in the middle-aged man's hand, wanting to force the other party to withdraw the sword and collect the sharp sword qi.

However, there was no collision as expected, this sword, Shi Kong directly slashed in the air, and when he reacted, half of his body was like being struck by lightning, but it was the other party who reversed the back of the sword and flew him out alive.

Stumbling to the ground, Shikong was shocked, the middle-aged man's comprehension of the Qinglian swordsmanship had already reached the realm of transformation, he thought he had seen through the sword path, but he didn't expect it to be a thousand miles away.

However, the other party obviously did not hurt him, is this to instruct him in swordsmanship?

Shi Kong's heart gave birth to a little enlightenment, if so, it will be a great opportunity for him, if there is a pioneer of martial arts to personally make a move, I believe that he can quickly reach the realm of perfection.

Could this be what the old blacksmith was for?

Shikong showed a thoughtful look, what is the yellow mud platform, and why did there be such a change.

Airplanes!

Obviously, Shi Kong's thinking could not stop the middle-aged man's footsteps, his body was like a lotus leaf, his toes were rising and falling, and another sword stabbed him, and the sharp edge of the qi scraped his flesh and flesh.

Not daring to slack off any longer, Shi Kong was engrossed in his attention and began to deal with the attack of the middle-aged man.

Here, it is impossible to retreat, the middle-aged man's speed is too fast, it is not comparable to Shikong at all, and he can only passively catch the sword.

Boom!

Another sword, Shi Kong was pumped out, his eyes froze, this time, he faintly captured the trajectory of the other party's swordsmanship, but because he saw through it too late, he was unable to intercept it.

Three swords, four swords...... Seven swords, eight swords, nine swords!

Bite!

A golden and iron intersonance, the bright moon sword penetrated through the layers of mist, and the edge of the sword in the lotus was exhausted, and it was pointed in the center of the middle-aged man's sword body for the first time.

Boom!

Half of his body was numb, and Shi Kong rolled out again, but it was a middle-aged man who shook the sword, unloaded all the strength of the Lotus Sword in a strange posture, and pumped it on Shi Kong's body again.

"Like, Qinglian swaying in the wind!"

Shi Kong's eyes lit up, this time he saw it most clearly, the middle-aged man's swordsmanship seemed to have always given him such a feeling.

For the first time, Shi Kong closed his eyes, he no longer looked at the middle-aged man, but visualized in his mind a green lotus that was as clear as jasper, the green lotus came out of the water, rose and fell in the water, swaying in the wind, as if it was powerless, but there was no force to put on it.

The next moment, almost without thinking, Shi Kong took out his sword, only to hear a soft sound, and the Mingyue Sword accurately pointed on the sword body of the middle-aged man, and the swords of the two also changed again almost at the same time.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

A series of clashing sounds, Shi Kong's figure did not retreat, and at this time it seemed to have turned into a budding lotus flower, his steps were undulating, his swordsmanship was swaying, no longer following a fixed order of sword moves, but random shots, arbitrary connections, but the middle-aged man's sword could no longer break through his defense lightly.

A stick of incense passed.

The middle-aged man put away his sword and retreated, Shi Kong opened his eyes, only to see the middle-aged man with his back to him, stepping on the light lotus leaves, and soon gradually disappeared into the depths of the mist.

Without opening his mouth, Shi Kong put the sword into the sheath and bowed respectfully in the direction of the middle-aged man, regardless of whether the other party was the ancestor of the Qinglian clan or not, the grace of this sword transmission was not light.

In fact, even later, the middle-aged man did not do his best, Shi Kong clearly sensed the majestic internal force of the other party, which was far beyond his reach, but the intersection of the long swords, the internal force transmitted by the opponent's sword body was always similar to him, obviously deliberately constricting the strength, most of what he did was to make him understand the sword realm contained in the Qinglian swordsmanship more clearly and for a long time.

And the sword realm is the first step to comprehend the sword momentum!

As for how to derive the sword momentum, Uncle Seven didn't say much, obviously not thinking that within a year or two, Shikong could reach such a situation.

After a few breaths, the world in front of him changed, and Shi Kong looked around, and he had returned to the yellow clay platform.

Staring at the stone platform at his feet for a long time, Shi Kong walked down, and now the old blacksmith had already left, and he followed the way he came back to the center of the village, and jumped into the fountain of life with a slightly pale face.

The pale cyan pool was crystal clear, exuding a fragrant fragrance, accompanied by a little fishy sweetness, Shi Kong's entire body sank into it, and the wisps of clear and gentle air flow suddenly entered the body along the more than 36,000 pores around his body.

When the water of the entire Life Spring Pool became transparent again, the internal force consumed in the Shikong Huangting Qi Sea was completely restored as before, and the pure white and flawless internal force was gurgling, and even faintly increased, but it was still a little short of opening up the fifth point of the heart again.

In addition to this, the strength of the physical body seems to have also increased, and it is one step closer to the power of the seven stones.

Walking out of the Fountain of Life, Shi Kong thought thoughtfully, this Fountain of Life seemed to provide medicinal power according to his own consumption, no more and no less, the reason why his cultivation strength would be improved was mostly due to forging pig iron in the blacksmith shop.

However, after ten breaths, the world in front of him changed again, and the twelve hours were full, and he was immediately expelled from the Ancient God Domain.

......

Early morning.

The sky was slightly bright, and the sky was white.

Shi Kong opened his eyes and walked out of the stone house, in front of the door, Qingwu winked at him, and ran towards the back mountain.

Shaking his head with a smile, Shi Kong also stepped to keep up, after practicing the internal force, his body became lighter and lighter, with more than six stones of physical strength, and he didn't even need to induce the internal force, and easily followed Qingwu's steps.

The two of them went one after the other, and along the way, Qingyu, Qinghu, and even the two Qingyun brothers slowly joined in, and some teenagers also got up early.

Entering a mountain road with distinct footprints, a group of people circled up, the Luming Mountain in the early morning was quiet and humid, and there was a faint ripple between the grass and trees, and occasionally there were insects singing up and down, and slowly disappeared.

After half a stick of incense.

The group climbed a cliff halfway up the mountainside, on the cliff, there was a vacant land with a radius of dozens of zhang, and there were already a few teenagers sitting there, facing the rising sun, breathing and breathing, carrying internal breath.

The horizon here is extremely high, more than 100 zhang from the ground, and the village of Qinglian is as small as a chicken in front of you.

No one spoke, and so did the temperament of a green tiger, and everyone silently found an open space and sat down facing the rising sun.

The stone is clear, this is the essence of the Qinglian Heart Method, the teenagers come to the cliff every day to breathe and exhale, in order to absorb the extremely faint trace of innate purple qi generated between heaven and earth at the moment of the rising sun.

In addition to the daily flesh and blood tonic, for many teenagers, a trace of innate purple qi at the beginning of the rising sun every day can never be let go.

Shi Kong also sat down, and after a while, all the teenagers of the Qinglian clan arrived one after another.

However, after dozens of breaths, the morning sun is like fire, rising from the end of the night, and the moment the morning sun rises, a wisp of purple light visible to the naked eye blooms, fleeting.

Each teenager tried to grasp the opportunity, they breathed and breathed, trying their best to absorb the almost undetectable trace of innate purple qi that they had shared.

Shikong also breathed and breathed, Huang Tingqi in the sea, the thickness of the middle finger of the internal force was pure white, flowing and swimming in the meridians where the one hundred and eight points were located, he silently visualized at the same time, and a crystal like jasper green lotus was born in his heart, the green lotus swayed, rising and falling in the vast water waves, facing the morning sun, bathing in morning dew and purple light.

Immediately, a trace of innate purple qi that was only the thickness of a hair was captured by him, inhaled into his body along the orifices, and then traveled several times along the meridians of the one hundred and eight acupoints, and finally fell into the sea of Huang Tingqi.

In an instant, the internal force in Huang Ting's sea of qi seemed to smell the world's best delicacy, and he almost didn't need to be moved by the stone sky, and took the initiative to rush towards that trace of innate purple qi, and in the blink of an eye, the purple qi disappeared and was already devoured.

It would be great if there was more innate purple qi, at this time, even Shi Kong, who had always been calm, couldn't help but give birth to a little bit of juvenile nature, wasn't it? Just this trace of innate purple qi made the internal force in his sea of Huang Tingqi faintly pure and thick by half a point, if it was ten times more, and every day, within more than five months, Shi Kong had the confidence to thoroughly practice the five organs. (Ask for recommendation votes, ask for collections!)