Zhou Heng couldn't help but feel a creepy feeling.

He walked to the edge of the pond and looked down, but it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything. He stretched out his right hand and touched it into the water, and a strange chill hit him, making his blood seem to freeze.

When the water in the pond was touched by him like this, there were immediately ripples, and the shadows walking on the mountain wall also swayed.

This is enough to prove that it is indeed a shadow shining from the bottom of the water.

Zhou Heng hurriedly withdrew his hand, his brows furrowed even tighter.

The water was so cold that he almost froze him at just touching it, and if he were immersed in it, wouldn't he be frozen to death in an instant?

But how unbelievable is that someone can walk on the ground under water? Moreover, even if he is not frozen to death, after such a long time, has he not suffocated to death?

His heart was full of adventure, and his curiosity was so high that he wanted to jump into the pool and swim to the bottom to see what was going on. But reason told him that it was pure suicide!

Zhou Heng was not afraid of danger, but he never meant to live impatiently.

The figure kept moving, and his feet were elegant, as if there was a very special rhythm, which made Zhou Heng involuntarily look at it carefully, and even constantly pondered, and when he came to his senses, he was already moving with the figure.

Boom!

He stumbled on his feet and fell solidly.

This footwork is as elegant as a fairy in that figure, but Zhou Heng is nondescript to learn the gourd, like a drunk, he can't even walk, and he actually tripped over himself.

Zhou Hengyu jumped up, looking at the figure that was still swaying on the mountain wall, he couldn't help but think, if he played the Ling Tian Nine Style, could he stab the figure on the mountain wall?

This footwork, as if with a breath of aura, is completely unpredictable!

Be sure to learn the hands!

Zhou Heng let go of the doubts in his heart, and just focused his eyes on the figure, staring closely at the footwork at the feet of the figure, back and forth, left and right, moving and moving, just right and wonderful!

He continued to deduce the changes in it, and comprehended the mystery bit by bit.

Every time he took one more look, he would feel a little more insightful, Zhou Heng couldn't help but be ecstatic, and his face kept smirking, and his expression was extremely rich.

Before you know it, the first rays of sunlight of the morning are cast into the valley, and the figures on the mountain walls disappear immediately.

Zhou Heng couldn't help but feel stunned, like a child who had been robbed of a beloved toy, full of reluctance. But in the next moment, he felt a pain in his back and legs all over his body, and he involuntarily sat on the ground, and the bones all over his body seemed to fall apart.

After practicing the mysterious footwork all night, did he get tired to this extent?

Zhou Heng looked at the blue sky, and a strong sleepiness hit him, and he quickly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, he felt very hungry, so he quickly got up and went out of the valley to find something to eat.

The cave was so long that it took him about two hours before he came out of the cave, and he was so hungry that he looked so hungry that he seemed to be able to swallow a cow with its head and tail!

Hunting a hare, Zhou Heng hurriedly found a river to wash it up, made a fire and roasted it, and after gobbling it up, he patted his belly, revealing a satisfied expression.

Continuing to hunt, Zhou Heng caught seven hares and a goat, and then chopped a large pile of firewood and brought it back to the valley in batches - he planned to live in the valley for a while.

After a long day's work, Zhou Heng had time to stop and rest for a while, and then began to ponder the Lingyun Nine Swords and the magical footwork he saw last night.

Although the swordsmanship and footwork are completely incompatible, Zhou Heng feels that there is a common meaning in them, comparing and confirming each other, constantly giving him the feeling of sudden enlightenment.

"This footwork is extremely wonderful, if I can use the Lingyun Nine Swords with such footwork, who else in the world can dodge?"

Zhou Heng's heart was full of expectations.

When the moon fell, his heart went up and down, and if the figure on the mountain wall no longer appeared, then his expectations would be all in vain.

At midnight, the black broken sword released abundant energy on time, and Zhou Heng hurriedly sat down cross-legged, wanting to digest this benefit first. Nearly twenty minutes later, he stopped, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a figure walking around the mountain wall again.

Here it comes!

He was ecstatic, but he forcibly pressed it down, concentrating on remembering the wonderful footwork.

Complex, subtle, and endlessly varied!

Zhou Heng couldn't help but secretly rejoice, if it weren't for the fact that he had been cultivating Ling Tian Nine Styles for more than a month, I am afraid it would be really impossible to remember this mysterious footwork, because that figure was not taking the initiative to teach him, the speed was extremely fast, and he would miss a key change in the blink of an eye.

Without Zhou Heng noticing it at all, fish white appeared in the east again, and soon the sun shone down, and the figure disappeared immediately.

Tired!

Zhou Heng sat on the ground with his buttocks, only to feel that his eyelids were as heavy as a mountain, and he immediately fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was already afternoon, he hurriedly ate something, and once again spent his time figuring out Ling Tianjiu's style and footwork, constantly increasing his understanding, and there was always a surprise to harvest.

At midnight, when Zhou Heng finished refining the benefits bestowed by the black sword, he unexpectedly saw a figure on the mountain wall.

His life became monotonous again, sleeping in the morning, studying swordsmanship and footwork in the afternoon and evening, practicing for a while late at night, and then observing the mysterious footwork of the mysterious figure, and only going out of the valley when the food was eaten up.

Fortunately, he now has less time to practice the exercises, and his consumption of food has been greatly reduced, otherwise he would be able to eat more than ten days of things in a day!

Although he didn't have much time to cultivate, he couldn't stand the fact that the benefits that the Black Broken Sword gave him every time were amazingly huge, and his cultivation was still increasing greatly every day, and after more than ten days, he had reached the peak of the fourth layer of body refining.

In just over two hours, Zhou Heng completed the breakthrough of the small realm and stepped into the fifth layer of body refining!

He was already a little numb to his current near-demonic ascension speed, and after just a joy, he devoted his energy to the study of swordsmanship and footwork, almost obsessed with demons.

After another twenty days, he broke through again and reached the sixth level of body refining, catching up with and even surpassing most of the younger generation of the Zhou family. And what surprised him even more was that the black broken sword had been secretly transforming his body, although it was very subtle, but after two months, he could still feel it.

His mind has become sharper, his vision has become sharper, and his memory has become better!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

In the valley, Zhou Heng's figure is elegant, and he is stepping on footwork that cannot be described in words, as if he has integrated into the whole world, obviously he is there, but he always gives people the illusion of turning a blind eye.

"After more than a month, I finally mastered the operation of the whole set of footwork!"

"However, any body technique needs to cooperate with the corresponding True Yuan Force operation route in order to fully exert its power, and I can't do anything about it! But even so, this set of footwork is still extremely mysterious, which greatly increases my self-protection ability!"

"Although I learned it by stealing, I still have a name, and it's called ...... Flying Cloud Step!"

Now that he is using Feiyun Bu again, Zhou Heng will no longer have a sore back when he stops, as if every bone is about to fall apart like he did at the beginning.

Just like Ling Tianjiu's style, at the beginning, he seemed to be working against this heaven and earth, so every step out was extremely laborious, but now he was integrated into the nature of heaven and earth, and that nature was free to do whatever he wanted, and there was no shackles at all.

"Feiyunbu has completely mastered the form, but the charm in it can only be comprehended when I get the corresponding method, and I can't do it!"

"There's no point in staying here anymore, and the time has entered December, and it's only twenty-two days before the end of the year, so it's almost time to go back!"

"It's getting late today, so stay here for another night and leave early tomorrow morning!"

Zhou Heng made up his mind, and after dinner, he didn't study Feiyun Step again, but instead practiced Ling Tian Nine Style—for more than a month, he spent most of his time on Feiyun Step.

The long sword danced, swaying out of the Dao silver match, like a flying dragon in the sky, extremely mysterious.

But Zhou Heng was still not satisfied, until now, his mastery of Ling Tian's first form was still at the level of form, and he was never able to grasp the charm in it.

This frustrated him.

Different from Feiyun Bu's stealing master, Lingyun Nine Style was taught by Black Sword in a serious way, although there is no magic trick in the traditional sense, it is directly integrated into his bloodline body, in fact, it should be easier to master.

Is he so stupid?

Zhou Heng stood with his sword horizontally, thinking about it carefully, only to feel that there was always one less opportunity, so that he could only wander around the periphery all the time, unable to truly comprehend the mystery of Ling Tianjiu's style.

He closed his eyes and thought quietly, this kick seemed to be in front of him, but he didn't know how to kick out of the road.

He was like a stone statue, motionless.

After a long time, a strange cold came from his face, Zhou Heng opened his eyes suddenly, only to see that there was snow in the sky, each one was the size of a goose feather, and the entire night sky became magnificent.

It's already a cold winter wax moon!

The snow was very heavy, and soon the valley became silvery white, Zhou Heng did not move, and under the heavy snowfall, he also became a snowman, merging with the whole heaven and earth.

Silver makeup wrapped in white!

Zhou Heng looked at this simple white, his thoughts seemed to fly to the infinite starry sky, looking down at this world, imagining the vast scene, infinite pride suddenly rose in his heart, and his blood flowed.

Airplanes!

The black broken sword in the dantian trembled slightly.

This was the opportunity he was hoping for!

Zhou Heng laughed, his body flickered, and a sword rose!

A magical scene appeared, and all the falling snowflakes suddenly froze, as if there was an invisible hand controlling everything!

Ling Tian First Style!

The long sword is drawn out, like the first birth of the universe, full of indescribable mysteries, and it is like a great road chanting, and all things should be harmonious!

This sword finally has an aura!