Remember [Chinese Network] in one second, and provide you with high-speed text debut. "However, swordsmanship ......" Wan Qingping remembered the embarrassing scene of slashing the demon scorpion when he killed it, and frowned.

In the past three years, I often went to Cuiwei Mountain to run, where I made a few monks of the same level, not that I didn't meet a master who was good at swordsmanship, and even saw a swordsman who claimed to be the ninth in the Chahar tribe, this person's swordsmanship did not live up to his great name, a fast sword made it superb, faintly had the charm of "sword like flying wind", but these people are Jindan monks, who will have nothing to do all day long, and teach him patiently?

Only one monk gave him a basic sword book in line with the idea of selling personal favors, and pointed it out a few times, and then Wan Qingping practiced completely according to this sword book, and there were no complicated moves, all of which were some of the most basic splits, stabs, teasing, collapsing, intercepting, wiping, piercing, picking, lifting, twisting, sweeping, etc.

In the past, he was good at swordsmanship, and the basic moves of swordsmanship were sweeping, splitting, dialing, cutting, sweeping, nai, slashing, and sudden, which was very different from swordsmanship.

When he first started practicing swordsmanship, he was very unaccustomed to it, so he unconsciously used the sword technique, but now it is slowly getting better, although it is far from the completion of swordsmanship, and it is not even a beginner, but the foundation is also so-so, just short of a good master.

Shaking his head, he suppressed his troubles for the time being, this matter is not in a hurry, everything depends on chance.

Compared with swordsmanship, there is another thing that makes him more annoying, unlike the perennial hot and rainy Jiuli area, the Momba grassland can't rain a few thunderstorms all year round, and without thunderstorms, the two-color light in the dantian position naturally can't play the role of eliminating erysipelas, so he originally planned to take ten intensive cultivation pills a year, but now he has to become six.

Hey~ With a long sigh, Wan Qingping looked out the window, life is unsatisfactory ** out of ten, although there are many thunderstorms in Jiuli, but after all, he practices orthodox exercises, and only when he comes to the grassland can he have a large number of fellow practitioners to exchange cultivation experience.

When I was bored, I walked out of the house, and when I saw a pool in the medicine garden, my depressed mood improved a little.

The pool is not big, the abbot Xu Fangyuan, there are a few dark green aquatic plants growing in it, and a few fish swim around, but the bottom is a thick layer of silt, which reduces the beauty of the pond by a few points, no need to ask, this must be prepared for the three-leaf net Hualien, but now the mother lotus is still sleeping, and it can take root and sprout after absorbing enough earth qi, and it is not in a hurry.

Perhaps hearing the sound of footsteps, the egg who was playing with the fish in the pond quickly gave up the fish, kicked his legs, jumped to Wan Qingping's feet, puffed out his eyes, and then gently puffed up his trouser legs.

"Hungry?"

"Quack-" The egg seemed to understand, and cried.

"Well, I haven't made you a demon worm for almost a month, and ...... today" His expression suddenly moved, stopped talking, and stood quietly in place, as if feeling something.

At this time, a few miles away from the cave, a cloud of rain clouds gradually converged, at first the clouds were very light, but as time passed, the clouds converged with each other and became large clouds, and the color also changed from gray to gray and black.

"Thunder?!" As a monk of Jiedan, Wan Qingping felt a little, and he knew what was going to happen, and he couldn't help but be happy in his heart, he really wanted to come to something, and he was worried about the lack of thunderstorms, and this ......

So he didn't care about the, and immediately went out of the cave with a dodge and shot towards the Chahar tribe.

At this time, there are already more than 20 monks waiting there at the foot of Midi Mountain, and after the thunder fire is landed, there will definitely be a heavenly thunder qi overflowing, these heavenly thunder qi is nothing to the Jindan monks, but it is an opportunity for the foundation building monks who are interested in the Dan.

Wan Qingping was patrolling in the air, like an eagle falcon catching its prey, and suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he landed directly on the edge of a bluestone with a "bang-" sound.

This piece of bluestone is not only spacious, but according to visual inspection, it happens to be the outermost part of the thunder and fire, and it is a good place to absorb the thunder qi of the sky.

However, this Feng Shui treasure land already has a master at this time, and a foundation building Dzogchen monk is standing on it.

However, what is this? Bullying the soft and fearing the hard has always been the true character of Wan someone, and he immediately said unceremoniously: "This place, Uncle Ben wants it!"

"Senior~" The man opened his mouth, as if he was about to say something, but he saw Wan Qingping's mung bean eyes glaring, and said fiercely: "Get out-", and then the sleeve robe was flicked, and a strange wind directly swept the person out.

The man was smashed, and glanced in the direction of the big bluestone slightly, but left without saying anything.

Wan Qingping didn't care about the hatred in this person's eyes at all, even if he saw it, he wouldn't take it to heart, just a foundation building monk, if it weren't for the fact that there were many people here, this foundation building monk would have been killed a long time ago.

Pulling off his clothes, he sat cross-legged on the bluestone, and waited intently for the thunder and fire to fall, hoping that this time the two-color light could get rid of more erysipelas.

There were originally a few monks nearby, but there was a scene just now, how dare they stay here, although they didn't know what a Jindan monk was doing here, but they were also afraid of harming the pond fish, so they immediately avoided it from afar.

The black pressure in the air like a pot lid finally brewed, accompanied by the thunder of "boom~boom~boom~", the blue electric light meandered down, straight to a dense place, and gradually the air of heavenly thunder escaped.

Wan Qingping's hair on his body at this time was not lying on his stomach, but straight, and if he looked closely, he could even see that there were slender blue electric rays jumping occasionally on the surface of his body, and there was gradually a faint smell coming out.

Yes, yes, the heavenly thunder qi of this tribulation thunder is more effective than that of ordinary thunder fire in nature for erysipelas elipelas, and it is almost several times more effective than ordinary heavenly thunder, and it seems that choosing a cave close to the secret place of the tribulation is not entirely a bad thing.

Wan Qingping thought of it with joy in his heart while absorbing the free heavenly thunder qi with the two-color light in the dantian.

An hour later, the thunderstorm finally stopped, and the escaping heavenly thunder qi also reached its peak, but the place where the most heavenly thunder qi was still in the secret land, and the foundation building monks outside the secret land could only absorb the leftovers.

However, today things have reversed, a large amount of heavenly thunder gas seems to be pulled by some kind of force, gushing out from the dense ground, swarming towards Wan Qingping, fortunately, the heavenly thunder qi is not visible to the naked eye, only the person who absorbs it knows.

Perhaps due to absorbing too much, the originally slender arc continued to hit outside the body, and there was a dense muffled sound of "crackling ~ crackling ~", and more erysipelas were discharged.

After another quarter of an hour, he felt the pain in the meridians, Wan Qingping stood up, smelled the clothes that were faintly sweaty, and smiled all over his face.

These two colors of light are wonderful!

Suddenly, the look of joy on his face froze, a look of doubt, and then became more and more strange.

After more than ten breaths, his face was distorted, as if he was crazy, and he stood on the big bluestone and laughed wildly, because he just looked inward at the dantian and found that the two-color light that was originally the size of a grain of rice actually became a little bigger!!