Qi Jingzhi has always been a straightforward and decisive person, and as soon as he said it, his eyes looking at the ghost side became colder and colder.

"My "Immortal Feather Sutra" has been introduced, and I may not be afraid of them in time, but my cultivation time is still shallow, and I have only learned the Flying Crane Fist and the Singing Crane Method, except for the two knives that are each a little strange, there is no special means for ghosts."

"Huh? Drastic means? ”

The young man suddenly remembered that when he had just used the fist method as the knife technique, he could occasionally add a strange tremor power to the blade of the knife when he took out the knife, just like a white crane flapping its wings and shaking its wings, and its power increased greatly.

"That tremor seems to have only reached the blade from the arm, but in fact, it almost integrated the strength of the whole body, reaching the point where it has accumulated softness into rigidity, and it seems that even the qi and blood have been mobilized, and then it will be agitated and washed. In retrospect at this moment, this feeling was very much like the description of the third layer of the Immortal Feather Strength Technique. ”

"The third and final layer of this external refining is called dedication and softness! It's a pity that I just used it by mistake, and I didn't really cultivate it, and I didn't even have time to recite the mantra of the exercises. ”

Thinking of this, Qi Jingzhi suddenly reached into his arms, took out the spirit mask, and put it on his face without hesitation.

The ghost boy who made the threat just now frowned, and before he could speak, he saw Qi Jingzhi's body suddenly move.

In front of everyone's eyes, a young man in a strange mask slowly moved horizontally against the courtyard wall, his steps light and silent, but with a certain incongruous sluggishness and stiffness.

Before today, Qi Jingzhi had never made such a similar attempt to use two minds.

Lu Yunzi's memories of the third layer of the Immortal Feather Strength Technique began to echo in his heart.

At the same time, the boy still retains a certain sense of the outside world, can still hear, see, and touch vaguely and clearly, and can still drive his body, but it is separated by a layer, like a half-dreaming dream.

Through the spiritual mask, Qi Jingzhi quietly watched his body move with this strange and awkward sense of alienation, while silently realizing the cultivation of dedication and softness.

"Stretching tendons and pulling bones, washing the marrow and cutting hair, these two layers are water grinding work. The deeper the realm, the stronger and more barbaric the body, and the more vigorous and pure the flesh and qi. ”

"However, there will always be some places that cannot be taken care of when cultivating, and it is rare to achieve perfection. At this point, it is necessary to integrate all the internal and external forces of the body, and practice it like an arm and finger, meticulously, so as to better carry the blood qi, further cleanse the internal organs, and moisturize the bone marrow fascia. ”

Under the noses of both parties in the field, Qi Jingzhi continued to move slowly as if no one was around, and the cultivation principle of the third layer in his heart gradually became clear.

"When the last layer of this strong destiny is achieved, it is manifested outside, that is, the long tendons and membranes, the meridians are connected, and the whole body is as soft as bones, but there is a divine power to pull out the mountain and carry the tripod. For internal use, it is spiritually lively, the soul is stable, and the essence is condensed, which can be compared with a baby. ”

"Is it the old Taoist scripture that says, carrying the camp and embracing one, can it be inseparable? Domineering and soft, can you be like a baby? At the end of this layer of kung fu practice, it has begun to involve soul spirituality and contact with innate essence, which is more than ten times more difficult than the first two layers. ”

Qi Jingzhi nodded silently in his heart: "Feihe fist stretches muscles and bones, and the crane method washes the marrow and cuts the hair, but unfortunately the "Immortal Feather Sutra" is too incomplete, and there is only one complete exercise at the level of dedication and softness, which is this wing-washing strength that focuses on external skills, and as for the follow-up cultivation, there are only a few words left." ”

Qi Jingzhi had long known that the "Immortal Feather Sutra" was incomplete, but there was not much turmoil in his heart, and he raced against time to understand the mystery of washing wings.

"The so-called washing of wings is to take the meaning of the white crane playing in the water, flapping its wings and shaking its wings, and dripping water cannot be added. I have already realized a little bit of the way before, and I just take this opportunity to understand one or two things for myself, otherwise I will inevitably have the worry of going wrong if I blindly explore on my own. ”

The scripture of "Immortal Feather Sutra" is indeed miraculous, otherwise it would be impossible for Lu Yunzi to reincarnate after his death. It is precisely because it is so miraculous, if it is not mutilated, even if Lu Yunzi's qualifications are mediocre, he may not stop at the realm of strong life before his death, and then die early.

If it doesn't die aside, how can he, an ordinary hunter in the mountains, have the opportunity to practice?

These many thoughts were rolling around in the young man's mind, and it didn't take much effort to put them in the outside world.

In a moment, Qi Jingzhi had already made a circle far away against the courtyard wall, and went around behind the two boys and the tiger spirit, only five or six zhang apart.

In this way, the young man and the old Xiao together faintly sandwiched the ghost side in the middle.

Prior to this, Lao Xiao and the ghost side only paid attention to Qi Jingzhi's actions coldly, and the main energy was still spent on confrontation in the air and licking their wounds.

It wasn't until the momentum of the bag was completed that the tiger spirit lying on the ground silently struggled to turn over and stand up, turning his head in the direction of the young man.

Lao Xiao stood the farthest, and was face to face with the young man, and a pair of strange eyes stared at him from afar.

It looked puzzled and worried, first touching its face, then reaching out to the boy.

Seeing this, Qi Jingzhi put the fried life between his eyebrows, slowly turned the handle of the knife, and aimed the bright blade at his eyes.

On the bright blade of the dazzling sword, the young man clearly saw a pale cyan face with no facial features and scars!

Even if he had been prepared in his heart, but seeing the strange face that belonged to Lu Yunzi growing on his head, Qi Jingzhi was still shocked, and an uncontrollable chill hit his heart.

For a moment, he didn't know who he really was.

This idea was so absurd that it was immediately erased by Qi Jingzhi without hesitation.

The next moment, Lu Yunzi's voice resounded in his heart: "The gist of washing wings is only seven words, and the combination of rigidity and softness is to settle the mind!" ”

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart.

These seven words are like Hong Zhong Da Lu, and they instantly dispelled all kinds of distractions in Qi Jing's heart.

"Yes, sincerely, I am who I am!"

"I'm still far from the realm of rigidity and softness, and if I want to use the real wing-washing strength, I can only rely on Lu Yunzi's memory, and use my soul and blood as firewood to forcibly urge, this is to be brave and diligent, and if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent!"

Qi Jingzhi came back to his senses in an instant, and the wind was awe-inspiring under his feet, and he flew away towards the tiger spirit.

When running, the secret method of fighting life obtained from Lu Yunzi operated decisively, and Qi Jingzhi only felt a hot current rushing out from below his navel, first all the way down to the center of his feet, and then turned back and up, flowing quickly through his back and neck, and straight to the top of his head.

In this process, his breathing always follows the four key points of swallowing, spitting, floating, and sinking, and it is more soft, thin, deep, and even than when he practiced the crane singing method himself, and his lower abdomen is then retracted and released, becoming more and more flexible and elastic, and even his limbs and hundreds of bones seem to be full of strength.

The young man didn't feel the discomfort of igniting the soul essence blood at all, but felt that he was stronger than ever!

But in a few breaths, Qi Jingzhi was already approaching the tiger spirit.

The beast wasted a claw, and the white fluff on his chest was even more bloody, but his spirit was surprisingly vigorous, his eyes flashed with fierce light, and he was awe-inspiring in anticipation.

Seeing that the boy was about to rush in front of him, it let out a roar of rage, and once again swung up the demonic wind, and jumped up with its remaining three claws, and pounced on it in the air.

"This beast also gives rise to blood!"

Qi Jing's heart was dark, but his qi and blood strength ran on his own without delay, the muscles on his legs suddenly shrunk into a ball, and his feet clung to the ground like crane claws, and then a powerful force was born from his feet and instantly transmitted to his waist.

Almost in no particular order, he opened his mouth suddenly, and spat out all the vicious breath in his chest fiercely, letting out a loud and long roar like a crane.

This long roar exploded in the young man's own ears, making his scalp tingle and his cold hairs standing on end!

In an instant, an irresistible force rose from his waist and pierced his spine and arms!

The muscles on Qi Jingzhi's arms contracted violently, and he immediately trembled violently, and the joints of his elbows and wrists also gurgled with them.

This change is like a wet white crane suddenly shaking its wings, and the water droplets on its feathers are immediately shaken off.

It's just that the boy threw out not a drop of water, but a sharp long knife that also trembled!

The moon is cold and the day is warm, come to fry life!