Chapter 82: The East is undefeated

At night, the cold moonlight shines on a courtyard.

Song Xuanpan sat on the bed and practiced quietly.

This is a habit that Song Xuan has developed in the past twenty years, as long as he has time, he will use it to cultivate, and the Pure Yang Wuji Boy Gong is extremely time-consuming before the martial arts Yuan Shen is completed.

Fortunately, the level of this exercise is high enough, and after meditating and practicing for a night, his mental state is better than sleep, so Song Xuan also developed the habit of replacing sleep with meditation and cultivation.

Unless there are special circumstances, Song Xuan doesn't sleep at night most of the time.

The way of martial arts is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat.

If you want to go further on the road of martial arts, you must not only have talent and chance, but also perseverance, all three are indispensable.

Uh, except for Song Qian's kind of God chasing after feeding.

Even if Xiao Nizi doesn't have the perseverance, Song Xuan never doubts her future achievements.

Pure Yang True Qi is constantly flowing like flowing water in the meridians and acupoints, and every day it runs, the total amount of True Qi will increase by one point, and the degree of condensation will also increase.

In addition, as the true qi continued to swim and refine the flesh and bones, Song Xuan could clearly feel that the power of the flesh was slowly improving, and the feeling of being full of qi and blood, as if he had the power of a dragon elephant, made him very intoxicated.

Since he was promoted to the innate realm, every time he performed exercises, a picture of the Tai Chi Yin and Yang Diagram would appear in Song Xuan's mind, and after contemplating the Tai Chi Yin and Yang Diagram overnight, his spiritual power would be significantly improved.

This is the benefit of the Heavenly and Human level exercises, with only one exercise, the true qi, physical body, and spirit can be fully cultivated, especially after advancing to the innate realm, this overall strength is more and more obvious.

……

"The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency with more than loss, so the void is better than the real, and the lack is better than the surplus."

Thirty-six weeks after performing the exercises, Song Xuan opened his eyes and exhaled lightly, and silently recited the content of the beginning of the exercises.

The more he cultivated, the more he felt that the Pure Yang Wuji Boy's skills were broad and profound, and Song Xuan had a feeling that this exercise seemed to be a martial arts exercise, but in essence, it was only based on martial arts, and it was very likely to be out of the category of martial arts in the future.

Song Xuan was immersed in cultivation, and at this time, outside the courtyard, a pitch-black figure floated in the night.

This person is extremely good at light exercises, without making a sound, he came to the outside of the wing where Song Xuan lived, and broke a small hole in the screen window.

Then, he listened with bated breath outside the door for a moment, and when he felt that the people in the room did not notice anything, he took out a bamboo pipe from his sleeve robe and prepared to blow into the small hole.

Wisps of green smoke poured out from the bamboo pipe, but as soon as the smoke erupted, the person felt a strong wind blowing in his face.

Then

Squeak~~

With the sound of the door being opened, Song Xuan, who was wearing a white robe, stood at the door, looking at the man in black who was stunned in place with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"If you don't sleep in the middle of the night, you won't have to go to work tomorrow?"

The man in black didn't speak, his toes touched the ground, his body retreated a few feet like a ghost, and there was an extra pill in his hand, which he stuffed into his mouth.

Some of the smoke he had blown into the room had been inhaled into his lungs by the wind, which made his movements stiff and slow.

"Huh!"

A sneer exploded in the ears of the man in black like thunder, and his heart was shocked, but when he saw a chopstick shoot out of the window like a streamer, he only heard a pop and plunged it into his chest.

The man in black snorted, ignored the pain, jumped up and landed directly on the courtyard wall.

But just as he was about to jump off the wall and flee from here, he felt his body sink, and at some point a slender and powerful palm landed on the top of his head.

"Believe it or not, move it again, and your head will move!"

The indifferent voice sounded, and the man in black trembled and trembled, but he didn't dare to make any more movements, and stood motionless, his body still maintaining the posture that he had just prepared to jump.

Song Xuan casually pulled out the chopsticks from the other party's chest, and a stream of blood gushed out, and the face of the person in pain was deformed.

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

Song Xuan spoke calmly, and without waiting for the man to make a painful sound, the chopsticks in his hand popped and inserted them again.

"Ahh

This time, the man in black couldn't hold back any longer, and cried out in pain.

His voice was a little loud, and in the night, several figures rushed towards the courtyard where Song Xuan was, and the first to arrive were Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou.

"My lord, what happened?"

Song Xuan pulled off the black veil on the face of the man in black, threw it on the ground casually, and said with a light smile: "This person is going to use poisonous smoke to plot against me, you have been wandering the rivers and lakes all year round, see if you recognize this person?" ”

Lu Xiaofeng stepped forward to look at it for a moment and shook his head, "I don't have any impression, looking at it like this, Ba Xiang is a killer cultivated by others."

Who have you offended lately? ”

"Probably not, right?" Song Xuan groaned: "Some time ago, I cut off the arm of Zuo Lengchan, the head of the Songshan faction, you say, is it possible that this person sent a killer?" ”

"It's hard to say."

When Lu Xiaofeng was about to say something more, in the night, a silver light suddenly appeared, like a thin silver line, densely piercing through the air.

"Humph!"

Song Xuan snorted coldly, and the long sword on his waist suddenly came out of its sheath, and the sword light was like a little red light at first, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into a red dragon.

Jingle Bell!

A trembling sound of gold and iron striking sounded, but when I saw the sword light like a red dragon twisting in the air, I saw silver needles shooting in all directions, scattered in all directions.

After a sword broke the torrent of silver needles that attacked, Song Xuan held the sword in one hand, stood on the courtyard wall, and observed the surroundings indifferently.

Just now, those silver needles, each of which is not weak spiral true qi, is extremely powerful, and it is even more terrifying tearing energy, ordinary innate martial artists are suddenly attacked like this, it is estimated that eighty percent will be hit hard.

Obviously, the person hiding in the shadows was a powerful innate martial artist, and he was proficient in the art of long-range hidden weapon manipulation.

And in this Mingzhou martial arts, there is a master who cultivates and is good at targeting the enemy with silver, and it is estimated that only the Sun Moon God Sect leader Dongfang is undefeated!

Song Xuan's mental power was extremely concentrated, perceiving everything around him, and his figure jumped up, turning into several afterimages in mid-air, flashing towards the dark corners around him.

After a while, his figure fell on the courtyard wall again, and Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou stood on both sides, looking around vigilantly.

"My lord, what did you find?"

Song Xuan shook his head, "The other party has already fled away after missing a hit, this person has achieved light skills, his martial arts are also extremely high, and he is proficient in the way of assassination, you should be more careful at ordinary times!" ”

As he spoke, he frowned and rubbed his chin.

He doesn't seem to have offended Dongfang Undefeated, right?

This guy doesn't embroider in the Black Wood Cliff, why did he go to the border of Jiangsu and Zhejiang to assassinate him?