In the evening, the sun gradually sets in the west, and the dusk sun shines like an old man, giving its last light and residual heat to reflect everything in the garden.

The sunset is like fire, surging in the sky.

In the garden, where the flowers and plants breathed peacefully, and the surroundings were dotted with the light of dusk, Nie Xuan sat quietly in the stone pavilion, his fingers casually flipped, reading the quaint book in his hand.

The breeze blew, and the boy's soft hair looked a little scattered.

"This is the reason why this first-level innate combat skill is difficult to cultivate. After thinking for a long time, Nie Xuan's eyes lit up slightly, and his face was happy when he looked at the quaint book.

Nie Xuan muttered to himself and said with a smile: "Canglang Fist, which can reach up to seven layers, is superimposed on each other. But this not only requires reaching the seventh layer of condensation, but also has extremely strict requirements for the bearing capacity of the meridians, which is indeed a bit difficult......"

But the difficulty is the difficulty, and that is the challenge!

Nie Xuan sorted out his cultivation thoughts, then slowly got up, and gently put the quaint book beside him, half a month later, he was going to participate in the outer courtyard assessment, and even had to fight Tang Yu, that guy had the cultivation of the eighth layer of condensation, and opened up a three-grade spiritual source, and his strength should not be underestimated.

Therefore, if he wanted to defeat him, this innate battle skill was indispensable, and besides, his goal was not only Tianhai Academy, but the Seven Great Holy Courtyards at a higher level, and he couldn't retreat in the face of difficulties.

"The Seven Holy Courtyards, ......"

Thinking of the cultivation place that everyone flocked to, Nie Xuan couldn't help but clench his palms, and a trace of yearning appeared in his dark eyes.

In this vast Guran continent, there are countless races, and all kinds of huge forces are intertwined, compared to the southeast continent, it is like a poor and remote land. And the Seven Holy Academies, even on the Gulan Continent, can be regarded as a very powerful force, and they are the highest level of learning in the continent.

They all have a long history and a strong heritage, and for thousands of years, countless geniuses have also emerged in the Seven Great Holy Academies, all of whom have a strength that far surpasses those of their peers.

Therefore, if you want to gain a foothold in the outside world, it can be said that the cultivation and experience in the temple are essential, and this is a road to the light.

And Nie Xuan's goal was to become a disciple in the Seven Great Holy Academies.

This is not only his ideal, but also the dream in the hearts of thousands of cultivators!

Exhaling softly, Nie Xuan walked out of the stone pavilion and came to a piece of grass outside.

I saw that his eyes were slightly closed, and he recalled the narration of Canglang Fist in the book in his mind, and then urged the aura in his body, and slowly clenched his palms into fists, and suddenly, the young man opened his eyes suddenly.

A brilliant light emerged from his eyes. I saw him take a step, then gently raised his hands and leisurely played a set of strange punches.

Nie Xuan's eyes were clear, and his fists were spread out, with a little jerky and hesitation, but with his extraordinary memory, he still persevered to the end and successfully completed this set of punches.

During the period of performing the fist technique, Nie Xuan followed the method in the cultivation mantra to urge the aura in his body, and then according to the map, he continued to impact the strange meridians, as if the waves were crashing on the shore.

At the same time, in his peculiar meridians, there were also bursts of tingling pain, spreading like a tide.

Especially after the boxing fight, the pain is even more intense!

It can be seen that the initial cultivation is far more difficult than imagined.

"Canglang Fist, it's really difficult to cultivate. Nie Xuan's brows furrowed, feeling his body full of pain and numbness, and took a deep breath.

The pain in the meridians was slightly relieved.

Then, he began to practice the second punch. But this time, when he was only halfway through the practice, there was a sudden sharp pain in the meridians, as if it had been torn apart.

Under the excruciating pain, he had to stop.

Nie Xuan frowned, and suddenly thought, "No! Innate combat skills are not practiced like this!"

The young man pondered for a moment, then walked to the stone pavilion, re-read the ancient book, his curiosity became more and more intense, and he frowned and thought: "Strange, I practiced according to the above, what is wrong?"

Shaking his head slightly, Nie Xuan's face was full of puzzlement.

Then he tried a few more times, but each time it had little effect, and even made no progress at all, which couldn't help but make him feel annoyed, was he really not suitable for practicing innate combat skills?

The sky gradually darkened, the light gradually converged from the edge of the sky, the earth was silent, Nie Xuan slowly closed his eyes, the breeze blew, making his skin cold.

In this silent world, Nie Xuan, who was standing in the garden, moved his ears slightly, and at this time, he seemed to be able to hear every living creature in the world breathing gently.

"Whirring ......"

Whether it is flowers and trees, insects, beasts and the earth, they all follow the primitive way of resting, and the shallow breathing sound, as if there is a priority, according to some special rules, gradually resounded between the heaven and the earth.

Listening to the hearts of all things, Nie Xuan's face was calm, and there was a thumping sound in his heart.

Suddenly, he seemed to grasp a clue, followed the shallow breathing, gently urged the aura in his body, and then spread his hands and feet, took steps, and waved a large number of fist shadows.

This time he didn't interrupt his cultivation, but gradually accelerated, beating over and over again, as if there was no end.

I saw that under the wave of his arms, around his body, invisible energy was drumming, forming a circle of strange ripples, rippling like ripples in the water.

After a long time.

Nie Xuan opened his eyes suddenly, his dark eyes lit up slightly, and he muttered to himself: "It turns out that the real secret of cultivating innate combat skills lies in the rhythm ......."

With the memories of his previous life, he can be said to be well-informed, and at this time he finally understood the problems that had arisen during his previous practice. That's the rhythm!

Although on the surface, it seems that it is because the meridians cannot bear it, but in fact it is because of the rhythm.

The rhythm of boxing, the rhythm of luck, and the rhythm of breathing, only when the three are in harmony with each other and become one, the aura in the body will not damage the meridians, but have the effect of nourishing the body.

It is only at this time that the innate combat skills can truly burst into power.

"I see. Nie Xuan grinned.

Thinking about the crux of the problem, Nie Xuan couldn't help but calm down, and once again practiced the fist technique of the Canglang Fist, and the next practice was obviously much easier than before.

It lasted for about two hours, and after experiencing several failures, Nie Xuan's boxing technique began to fight in a good way, and it faintly seemed to have reached the level of condensation.

"Wow. ”

Wisps of aura lingered on the boy's fist, as if there were waves.

I saw that he suddenly punched out, and in the air, there seemed to be a strange energy rippling, hitting a surrounding rock, with a "snap" sound, accompanied by a subtle cracking sound.

So on the hard rock, there were suddenly a large number of dense, spider-like cracks spreading.

"Canglang Fist is the first heavy, and it actually succeeded!?"

Looking at the fine cracks in the rock, Nie Xuan's black eyes suddenly appeared with a thick surprise, mixed with some incredulous colors.

But he didn't expect that on the first day, he would cultivate this combat skill!

Although he didn't know what his talent was, he also knew quite well that ordinary people would definitely not be able to cultivate combat skills so quickly, let alone that this was an innate combat skill.

Of course, there are reasons why he understands the rhythm, but more than that, it is undoubtedly himself!

He believed that even if others knew the secret of rhythm, it would be impossible for them to comprehend the innate combat skills to this level in a short period of time.

Rhythm is a feeling, a feeling that can be understood but not spoken.

Not far from the rockery, Lin Jing looked at the boxing technique that the young man had just performed in a daze, and a trace of incredible color appeared on his pretty face.

"I really didn't expect that just by his own exploration, he would really practice his innate combat skills!" Lin Jing opened his mouth slightly, staring at Nie Xuan intently, a little surprised.

But that surprise quickly turned into a smile. The smile is full of relief and pride.

You must know that she had also practiced this Canglang Fist back then, and she had the personal guidance of her eldest brother, but she successfully grasped that rhythm, but it took ten days. And when the cultivation reached the first level, it was already fifteen days later.

But Nie Xuan, it only took one day!

Such a talent is truly impressive.

"Hehe, can the young lady rest assured now? The young master's talent is outstanding, and it is not too difficult to surpass his father in the future. Xiao Lu, the housekeeper on the side, smiled kindly.

Lin Jingwan smiled, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I originally thought that I would let this little guy hit the wall first, and then come over to guide him, but now it seems that there is no need for it." This kid is better than I thought he would. ”

"With the young master's ability, the little Chiyun Ling can't trap him, even this southeast land is too small for him. Xiao Lu also smiled when he heard this, and there was a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"He is bound to leave this place in the future and step on the broader stage of the Guran Continent......"

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The initial practice of Canglang Fist made Nie Xuan feel extremely excited. So, in the next few days, he began to concentrate and devote all his energy to the cultivation of combat skills.

With the memories of a strong person in his previous life, Nie Xuan cultivated with great ease, and was often able to come up with some excellent cultivation methods and use them.

He not only has a stronger willpower than his peers, but more importantly, he also has the heart of a strong man!

It was with these extremely precious treasures that he was able to study and practice day and night during those five silent years, and finally found a path of cultivation of his own.

In such a wholehearted cultivation, ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

In these ten days, Nie Xuan's Canglang Fist went to another level, reaching the level of the fourth level, the strength of the four layers was superimposed, and the power that erupted was really terrifying.

Lin Jing and housekeeper Xiao Lu and the others were also shocked again when they saw such a cultivation speed.

And just as the young man was immersed in the cultivation of combat skills, the day of the assessment in the outer courtyard of Tianhai Academy was gradually not far away, so although Nie Xuan was helpless, he was about to leave soon.

In this regard, he has a faint expectation in his heart.

Nie Xuan really wanted to give it a try, what kind of effect would this innate combat skill have when used in battle......