One night.

Luo Jing has sorted out the life of 'Wang Dongxuan', including the situation of Fulong Mountain.

Now in Fulong Mountain, the only old master who has arrived in the bone marrow and has a god in his fist, that is, Xu Kui, the 'judge pen' who came forward to mediate last night, is more than seventy years old.

For a martial artist, if he is over forty years old, his qi and blood will decline, and he will no longer be at his peak, let alone dying.

The reason why he can maintain his strength and deter is just because he relies on the realm of 'God in the Fist'.

Speaking of which, this realm... Luo Jing had never heard of it.

Eight hundred years ago, in the era of recovery, resources were poor, and even the foundation was only two passes, refining strength and refining marrow, and there were five small realms.

Light, dark, and strength;

Easy tendons to forge bones, square into the bone marrow, and then there is a god in the fist, can be called a grandmaster.

Master.

Condense your own martial will, have qi in your heart, and have God in your fist;

Sounds like...

The prototype of dragon and tiger will!

Dragon Tiger real people.

It was placed 800 years later, and it was an amazing existence, a person who was truly successful in cultivation.

It is rumored that they have opened up their ancestral knots, and their thoughts are channeled into the gods, and they have their own will, and they can win people's heads wherever they can see.

Although it is not so terrifying for the 'Grandmaster' to have a god in his fist, he can realize this kind of power involving the soul at the level of Takeo Tsuki...

It means that there is a slight possibility of arriving at the 'Dragon and Tiger Real People'.

"It's not that easy in these times."

"Although it is known as the world of the end of the martial arts, but in the case of how the body is refined, it can only stop at building the foundation and refining the marrow, and the 'grandmasters' who have been promoted by generations of martial artists have even surpassed the times and are better than the Xuan Fetus, which has to be admired."

Luo Jing pondered the subtleties and couldn't help sighing.

Even if he comes from a later life, he already has a successful martial arts practice.

But you have to fight to the death with the 'judge's pen' Xu Kui, even if he is over seventy years old...

I'm afraid that it will be ten times and ten deaths, and there will be no life.

The so-called Xuanti is the realm of final cultivation since the spiritual tide rises, absorbing the qi of heaven and earth, breathing every day, practicing diligently, and then using special breathing methods.

After convincing the qi and entering the third level of the foundation, you can prolong your life and delay the decay of your body's blood and qi, so as to achieve the pinnacle of the shell of 'in ancient times, everyone is 100 years old and healthy'.

But if you want to practice every day, get the Xuanti, and pass this level with good talents, even if you continue to practice penance, it will probably take half a jiazi or even more time, and the qualifications are slightly worse...

It can be called a lifelong hopelessness.

Therefore, with the change of the times, development.

There are geniuses who are unwilling to waste time and stumble upon that this realm can be tricked.

If there is a great dan, spiritual materials, treasures, or demon hearts, evil souls, swords, or even other things.

As long as spirituality is born, it will be supplied to the martial arts who are interested in casting the Xuan Fetus.

Then this process can be greatly reduced.

Everything that contains spiritual properties can be cast into a Xuan Fetus for cultivation!

Moreover, if these spiritual things are extraordinary, then after the Xuan Fetus is cast, the first wisp of 'mana' condensed will not be like ordinary masters who have been convincing for decades, and they have no characteristics.

If it is cast into a Xuan Fetus with a 'sword soldier', then it will give the mana 'killing, sharp' and other different characteristics;

With different attributes, such as fire and wind spirit objects, the Xuan Fetus is cast, so when the imperial envoy is martial arts, he will inherently have a good affinity for some of the methods of the way of 'fire and wind'.

The Xuan Fetus is newly formed, formless, just an interior scene condensed by mana and opened up in the body.

As for how they will evolve and what kind of form they will become, it all depends on the practitioner himself, what he wants them to achieve.

Knives, swords, ancient trees, fire, breeze...

Everything you can think of, the Xuan Fetus can be conceived.

And this is the basis of the practice of infinite possibilities;

So...

Cast into a fetus with something special,

Instead of hidden dangers, it will make the cultivator have a clear direction of enlightenment for the second level - breaking the fetus into a baby after entering the Xuan Fetus!

The children of the great sect, the immortal clan of the family won hemp.

This is also the reason why there are not a few mysterious fetuses in the world.

Because even if it is born, none of them can reach the second level of the Xuanti, which requires a huge amount of resources, just entered the Xuanti, and is already dying, where can we continue to climb?

The first birth does not prolong life.

Only when the broken fetus becomes a baby and reaches the second level - the Dharma Baby, that is, the Xuanfetus gives birth to the real 'phase', can the longevity of oneself continue to change.

The difficulty of this step is comparable to refining mana in the world of the end of the martial arts, and ninety percent of the Xuanfei masters can't cross this threshold.

But for Luo Jing at this moment.

There is an opportunity for him to 'go straight to the clouds', and it is placed in front of him.

As a 'mythical relic', the 'Shangdong Fulong Sword' will be blushing even if it is a real dragon and tiger in later generations.

With a special method, recuperating day by day, with the help of spiritual rhyme cultivation and convincing, it is more than a step stronger than the ordinary 'martial saints'.

Luo Jing was born in a dragon and tiger high-ranking family, and has the 'casting method of Xuan tire', about how to collect gas and cast tires... He knows all the things.

Therefore... He also had a crazy idea that was gradually taking shape in his mind.

That's...

With the body of refining strength, practice the art of raising the fetus!

Refine the 'Shangdong Fulong Sword' as the foundation of cultivation!

Although it is quite difficult to ask a child who is not refining the marrow to comprehend such a profound achievement in this era when there is no mystery and no baby.

But that doesn't mean that Luojing can't try!

Because this is the only means he can think of and can turn the tide in this era in a short period of time!

Luo Jing is not a person of this era, and if he dies, he will die.

And if it succeeds...

That is to fight for oneself in the future generations!

Whether it was the current crisis or the future cultivation, he couldn't rely on others, he could only rely on himself.

"Mu Yuanjun..."

Whispering the name.

"It's just a big dream eight hundred years ago, and in later generations, I have never heard of a real dragon and tiger who has lived for eight hundred years, or a legend of the top-notch, is this surname."

"The big husband is successful, when he is informal, no one in this era knows the 'mystery of the mysterious fetus', and a marriage contract is exchanged for a 'mythical relic'... My Luojing's face is really bigger than the sky! ”

After muttering to himself, Luo Jing made up his mind, and when the sky was slightly bright and the cold wind was blowing, he would hold the 'Fulong Palm Honorable Order' all the way unimpeded and go straight into the 'Martial Tablet Forest'.

When he put this token in the grooved mechanism, he also deliberately mobilized the 'Convincing Qi Breathing Method' from the later generations.

Although this thing is not a precious method in the future life, after all, it is just a trick to build a foundation.

But...

fell at this point in time,

That is the true magic of the world, the secret that is not passed on!

When the giant gate rumbled and the field of vision was wide, for a while, being pulled by a special breathing method, the wisps of 'Shangdong Sword Qi' spontaneously converged towards Luojing.

Luo Jing spoke at the right time.

Immediately, he saw two slender figures, one blue and one purple, and looked at him at the same time.

"You... How? ”

Mu Yuqing was slightly stunned, her eyes were complicated and extremely confused.

Even if she knew that Luo Jing was extremely close to the 'Shangdong Fulong Sword'.

But she couldn't believe that after such a long distance, this sword would exude a unique spiritual charm, slowly approaching the white-clothed young man.

It's like...

Be cheering and welcoming its true owner alike!

Could it be that he can really take charge of the 'Shangdong Fulong Sword'?!

Without warning, Mu Yuqing was startled by what she thought.

On the side of the cliff.

The young man stepped through the stagnant water, crossed dozens of monuments, and hundreds of treasure soldiers, as if he had nothing to see.

Luo Jing's 'promise' echoed around the beam, and it didn't go away for a long time.

He walked in front of Mu Yuqing and nodded at her, but did not respond to her questions, but looked at Mu Yuanjun, who had scattered sideburns, leaning against the back of the stone, and half-kneeling on the ground, thought about it, leaned down slightly, and stretched out his palm to her:

"Dong Xuan will marry his senior sister, and he will respect you all his life, and raise his eyebrows."

"Don't worry."

His eyes are clear and bright, and he looks extremely sober, giving people the feeling of a handsome boy, warm as jade.

At least in Luo Jing's cognition, his series of actions, except that there is no emotion, every step shows his attitude.

A character like Mu Yuqing, who has gone through thousands of sails, just understood it at a glance, and then pulled his hair and smiled.

She didn't care if Wang Dongxuan was true or fake, it didn't matter.

A real martial artist, who values righteousness over life and death, and makes a promise.

Although Mu Yuqing didn't know, Wang Dongxuan was such a person.

But...

is full of Fulong's children, and she is willing to put the bet on him.

Immediately, the purple-clothed lady pulled out three sword papers from her back, which were the 'traces of sword intent' left by Wang Duan, the 'Jade Sword':

"Your master's famous martial arts is the Jade Xiao Sword, which is known throughout Qilu, and his martial arts title is also named after him."

"But none of you personal disciples have been granted by him at the bottom of the box."

"These three sword paper manuscripts contain the three variable killing moves engraved by him with the divine will of the grandmaster, 'Feng Xiao Sound Movement', 'Jade Pot Light Turning', 'Fish and Dragon Dance', if you can understand them all thoroughly, over time, it will be the next Jade Xiao Sword!"

"In addition to this mastery and killing move, the handwritten book in the Wubei Forest, Kung Fu, should be enough for you to give you seven days, and you will understand it thoroughly in seven days, keep it in mind, and then take Yuanjun to leave Fulong Mountain, escape away from Yanyun Prefecture, and find a place to concentrate on cultivation!"

"If one day, you have achieved great martial arts, and it is not too late to come back to succeed you in the throne."

She watched the embarrassed Mu Yuanjun put his little hand in the palm of the young man's palm, and was held and held by him, so she took care of herself and explained the future.

In this regard, Luo Jing was a little surprised:

"Why did you want to go away?"

Faced with this question, Mu Yuqing was choked, and then choked suddenly, with anger on her face.

"You...!"

Is this kid really stupid or pretending to be stupid?

Even if the wind and waves are calm now, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the ship of Fulongshan must sink.

Don't go, stay here with her, and wait for death for the burial of the ancestors?

But before she could open her mouth.

The young man took the woman's weak and boneless little hand in one hand, and then took two steps forward gently.

He looked at the magic sword that was close at hand, hanging in the air, about three feet long, the body of the sword exuded a red light, and the end of the handle was engraved with two small seal inscriptions 'upper hole', which looked quite mysterious, raised his free right palm, and then ————

Shake it up!

'Buzz!! ’

In an instant, the sword body trembled, and the crimson glory flourished!

The endless stream of 'Shangdong Sword Qi' suddenly became restless in this second, as if the ancient immortal soldiers had once again bloomed into their original appearance after the blood of the ancestor had been spilled.

Luo Jing let go of Mu Yuanjun's hand.

Then, his arms showed green tendons, his whole body was baptized by sword qi, his teeth were slowly clenched, and cold sweat appeared frequently on his forehead.

The more than 100 treasure soldiers inserted into the surface of the entire Martial Stone Forest began to slam at this moment, as if they were trembling...

Until, Luo Jing raised the sword in his hand violently, his eyes flashed sharply, and in an instant, he ————

'Whoa! ’

Hundreds of soldiers are floating in the air!

Knives, guns, swords, halberds!

Regardless of the kind,

With the birth of the 'Shangdong Fulong Sword', they all showed the appearance of 'worship', and then fell to the ground in all directions!

"Slash!" A bang.

Before all the hundred soldiers fell to the ground, a sword qi that turned into a substantial Zhang Yu rose to the ground, and the tip of the crimson magic sword in the hand of the young man slammed up, and slashed between the two stone tablets that recorded martial arts.

In an instant, the rubble burst out and the water splashed.

Only a gap about ten meters long was left in the same place, and there was still a little bit of red, and it was only dispersed in the middle of the day.

Mu Yuanjun looked at it stunned.

Just now, Luo Jing took her palm, and the afterglow was still there.

But whether it is the most calm appearance, the most sincere promise, or other things, in the eyes of the girl in the green dress at this moment, it is not as shocking as this sword.

Since Wang Duan left this sword, until now, she has only extracted a few wisps of 'Upper Cave Sword Qi'.

But the young man's sword shook out of the qi was enough to withstand her hard work for a year.

The strength is separated from the body and penetrated into qi, this is the means of the 'Sage in the Martial Arts'!

Even... Some reluctantly, but the average alchemy martial artist,

It's not enough to see!

Looking at the young man who claimed to be his husband, the rising morning sun shone on his back, bathing in the morning light, like a god.

Mu Yuanjun looked at it, and somehow remembered a sentence.

'From the day you take the sword,

The world will know that you...

It will be the first in that kendo! '

Mu Yuanjun slowly bent his knees, wrapped his arms around him, and rested his head on top of his knees.

At this moment, her eyes were gloomy and frustrated.

She just looked at the small waterhole at her feet in distraction:

"But, it's clear that I came first."

"Why... It can't be me. ”

...

Wubei Forest, Fulong Mountain Road.

'Pedal pedal pedal! ’

The sound of footsteps on the mountain road was endless, and at least dozens or hundreds of people had to go up in unison.

Reward and punish the elder 'Fulong Fist' Qi Yan, the precept elder 'Cloud Piercing Legs' Qi Wen, and the senior brother of Fulong, Ji Wudu, the three of them led the way, met the sight, and looked straight towards the bluestone giant gate.

Behind them, they are led by the pro-lineage of the entire sect, the inner disciples, and a group of elders, Keqing, who are the foundation of the entire Fulong Mountain, all of them are martial artists who have entered the strength, and even those who have reached the realm of refining the marrow have nearly two palms.

This... Almost seventy percent of the entire Fulong Mountain's force.

And, that's not all!

Under the mountain road,

The Fulong faction at this moment, in front of the main hall!

Thousands of outer disciples have all gathered.

"Let's do this... Is it really appropriate, will it be too urgent? ”

'Cloud Piercing Legs' Qi Wen was a little hesitant.

"Elder Precepts, what are you thinking about?"

Hearing this, Ji Wudui's eyes were attentive:

"Although this Fulong Mountain was opened up for the Mu family, it was carried forward in the hands of the king master, the inheritance of the king master, every disciple should have the opportunity to get it, this is the real fairness!"

"Shi Niang wants to leave everything to Dong Xuan, and take advantage of the night to cut it first, which is the biggest injustice to you!"

"Nearly eighty percent of Fulong Mountain's armed forces are here, even if it is Sect Master Xu and I'm from Fulong Mountain, he has no reason to stop me from waiting!"

"I'm waiting to break into the mountain road and want to enter the Martial Monument Forest, but it's just right to set things right!"

"What are you afraid of?"

After speaking, he raised the long sword in his hand and took the lead:

"Gentlemen, don't worry!"

And yet at this moment————

In the forest of martial steles, a sudden sound vibrated out, which could be heard from afar, and suddenly called a group of people who were deaf and clear-sighted, and immediately hesitated:

"It's... What's going on?! ”

meanwhile

Walking in the same direction, in this vast long line of nearly hundreds of people, a disciple who was inconspicuous, wearing a gray cloth robe, hanging at the end, raised his head silently at this time.

She looked in the direction of the top of the mountain, but she didn't say a word, and her eyes were unwavering.

But at this moment...

There was a look of astonishment, and it flashed from the originally calm eyes.

This was followed by unprecedented brightness,

And... A touch of ferocity.