In March, spring is in full swing.

The medicinal fields in the Alchemy Valley have been replanted with many herbs and are being carefully cared for.

Cui Jing still hasn't returned. Even the fat man Zhouquan, who had a good relationship with Su Lang, is said to have been ordered to go down the mountain and go to a city to be a steward of the sect's property.

Without being disturbed by others, Su Lang cultivated and alchemized with peace of mind, digesting his previous insights.

The dantian spiritual sea has condensed more than ninety percent, and a little bitter sea weather has been born.

The boss would feed him every few days. After thoroughly understanding the knife technique and carefully polishing one move and one style, Su Lang's knife technique has everyone's demeanor.

Following the advice of the master, he simply endured the boredom and ate all the sword moves on the second floor of the Tibetan Scripture Building.

Even the head who gave the advice didn't expect Su Lang to really do it.

"I wanted him to eat it first, but it turned out to be ...... This is the enlightenment demon?"

If you have more moves, you will be miscellaneous. Ran Su Lang's purpose is to smelt a furnace in order to give birth to his own sword technique. Therefore, there is no problem of insufficient use.

At the end of March, Houshan Waterpool.

Su Lang held the handle of the knife and breathed steadily.

At the moment when his spirit reached its peak, he jerked out the morning dew and slashed forward angrily.

When the sword first appeared, it was as dazzling as a meteor. The faint rhyme is entangled, and the trajectory of the knife is like a clear wind, which cannot be judged.

The head of the amazing color is back again. This knife is gorgeous, but it implies deadly killing intent, and there is no way to avoid it!

"Good!" he laughed, and the cyan mist swirled around his sword as he headed towards Chaolu.

The sound of gold and stone striking spread all over the back mountain.

The knife is gone. The aftermath of the air waves emitted by it actually caused the waterfall on the pond to be cut off by two breaths.

Su Lang put away his knife and stood up, clasping his fists at the head of the house.

This move is his long-conceived self-created knife style.

In this style, he faced the enemy Li Chen and the black-clothed monk without being defeated. Now, it's truly complete.

"If the sword is like a flowing star, it is like a star. The boss laughed with relief.

After saying "yes" three times in a row, he asked, "What's the name of this trick?"

"Luochen. ”

"What a fall. I hope that one day, you will be able to cut down the stars in the sky!"

The mustard seed ring flashed, and a long sword appeared in the master's hand.

Seeing Su Lang's puzzled expression, he smiled and said, "The sword is originally a family. Since you let the old man see this move, I will also teach you a set of swordsmanship that has not been recorded in the Tibetan Scripture Building. ”

The sword light danced, sometimes as thick as rock, sometimes as light as the first snow. Between the changes of moves, it is extremely smooth, without a little stagnation. This is...... The realm of lightness and freedom!

Qi Yan put away his sword and stood up, pointing at Su Lang's forehead.

The sword technique poured into his mind.

The latter closed his eyes and recalled the previous moves, corresponding to the mental method one by one.

"How much have you understood this move?"

Su Lang opened his eyes, and the morning dew was already waving.

At first glance, it is still a soft wind, but it is thunder. During the change of body technique, he used the moves of the Wind Crossing Sword Technique one by one, and he was hearty. The realm of sword art is rising, and it is already a beginner.

"Alas. I only heard Qi Yan sigh deeply: "But I asked the wrong question." ”

"Thank you for your advice. Standing up the knife, Su Lang saluted respectfully.

Although the head of the sect is different because of his own potential, the martial arts moves he teaches are real. Therefore, this worship is willing.

"But it's a part. The head laughed, stepped forward to help Su Lang up, and said, "At the beginning of tomorrow, the sect will hold a big competition." As my clan heir, you should have gone to watch the ceremony. If you don't want to participate, just decline. ”

Su Lang thought secretly: "I remember that there is a senior brother in the sect who wants to challenge me. It's been a long time since I started my hands, but my hands are a little itchy. ”

He then smiled: "The disciple should go by himself." ”

"Well, you have a heart. The head suddenly remembered something, so he said slightly toughly: "You have been away from the rivers and lakes for more than a month." Mechanics should not be done behind closed doors. After Dabi, he took on a mission to travel down the mountain. This matter must not be refused. ”

Su Lang was slightly stunned.

Before the master left the customs, he didn't want to leave the sect.

Qi Yan had already seen Su Lang's thoughts. He frowned, and shouted in the head:

"Fear in your heart, unbearable in your eyes! These things can hinder your way?"

The latter woke up suddenly, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

In the midst of the sea of knowledge, the sun spun rapidly. Wisps of black qi were quickly purified.

The breath of the demons!

Su Lang reflects on his heart. Under the double oppression of Xu Tinglu's personality changes and his master Cui Jing's suspicions, he unconsciously gave birth to hesitation, fear, and stagnation.

In the state of enlightenment, although the negative influence has been weakened to an imperceptible state, the inner demons continue to grow.

If it weren't for the head of the sect, I was afraid that I would shrink into the sect and stagnate!

Is it because there is not enough state of mind cultivation...... Su Lang sighed secretly, and his eyes regained their sharpness.

"Thank you for the advice, the disciple was ordered. ”

Qi Yan's face softened slightly: "The foundation of my generation of monks is their own strength. Strength determines fate, and don't let fate determine strength, do what goes with the flow. ”

He patted Su Lang on the shoulder again and walked away slowly.

Su Lang saluted again at the back of the master.

It wasn't until Qi Yan disappeared from view that he put his knife into the sheath and walked towards the scripture building.

The second floor of the scripture building.

The cheats here, Su Lang has almost browsed them all. In addition to fusing hundreds of swords and swords in one furnace, he also selected all kinds of most suitable Kuhai Dao methods for himself.

After that, he may no longer use the Wuyue Fire Sword and Fire Xinggang Thunder of the Qi Refining Realm.

Su Lang suddenly felt a little emotion in his heart.

After the inner demon was removed, the innate spiritual qi mist in the dantian condensed again, and the spiritual sea had reached the level of ninety percent and could completely turn into a bitter sea almost at any time.

Along the way, he has a solid foundation, and even has the confidence to call himself the first person in the world in this field. So I am still working on water grinding, and I am not in a hurry to break through.

At the entrance to the third floor, the windows open.

The warmth of the spring sun shines in, illuminating the fine dust in the air. The old woman in the scripture building was lying on a wooden chair with her eyes closed.

It's like an old man who has survived the winter, enjoying a rare afternoon.

Su Lang saluted silently, stood aside, and did not make a sound.

The old woman had already noticed Su Lang's arrival.

Her old eyelids twitched, and she slowly lifted.

"Hmm...... The boy Qi Yan is quite attentive and has taught you well. ”

The old woman slowly spit out the words and smiled kindly.

Su Lang's heart was slightly sour.

The lowest-grade life-prolonging pill is also a four-grade pill, which is extremely precious. Although Su Lang can't refine it, he can actually go to Shangdan Pavilion to exchange for one or two. It's just that mortal-grade quality life-prolonging pills can only play a life-prolonging effect once. And higher-grade pills are so rare that they can't be exchanged.

He had learned that the old woman had already taken the four longevity pills. Therefore, in the face of the old man's twilight, he could not do anything.

"I have lived for more than 100 years, and it is enough. The old woman smiled and said, "If you come to see me, you have seen it." Sentimentality is useless, go for cultivation. ”

The lifespan of a foundation monk is about 500 years. The old woman is also more than 500 years old.

The soft breath pushed Su Lang outward. She actually gave an eviction order.

Su Lang took a deep breath and bowed again to the Tibetan Scripture Building.

He calmed down and walked towards the sect's trial tower.

It is rumored that Qi Yan, the head of the sect, had spent a lot of heavenly and earthly treasures before asking the formation mages in the Jiang Li Mansion to lay down this trial tower with a total of 100 steps. The formation in the tower can induce aura to generate coercion, and oppress and temper the cultivation and physical body of the disciples below the foundation.

It's been almost five years since he came to Zong, but Su Lang hasn't been here.

When the disciple guarding the trial tower saw Su Lang, he was stunned for a moment and hurriedly saluted.

Su Lang nodded at him and scanned the list.

First place, Mu Tianhan, ninety-four steps.

Second place, Wang Tianhe, ninety steps.

He stepped up the first stairs. Coercion came, and only a little pressure was exerted on his physical body.

Somewhat weak...... Su Lang simply let go of his cultivation, only used his pure physical strength, and walked towards the top with one breath.

The disciples in the trial tower only saw a gust of wind blowing past them......

They stared at the calm figure in amazement.

"Aren't I dazzled?"

"The coercion formation is broken?"

"That's ...... Senior Brother Su Langsu?"

Exclamations followed. Su Lang was unmoved, and had already reached the fifty-ninth floor.

"The sixtieth layer belongs to the realm of the sea of suffering. It is said that Senior Brother Su is still refining qi, I don't know if he can cross it?"

"Refining Qi in the Sea of Bitterness, cultivating is a world of difference, and it is not something that can be made up for by moves and combat skills. ”

Some disciples said disdainfully.

Disdainful glances cast around. This person is Wang Tianhe's dogleg, so it's normal to talk like this.

As he spoke, Su Lang had already passed the sixty floors lightly, and walked towards the top at a faster speed than before.

Under the tower, the list is shining with golden light. Su Lang's ranking rose rapidly, and after a while, he was already in third place.

The disciples in the tower were dumbfounded.

The disciples outside the tower who received the news and came to watch were also dumbfounded.

80th Floor...... Eighty-five floors...... Until the ninetieth floor, Su Lang suddenly felt that his back was pressed against a mountain.

"The coercion here is already at the peak of the middle stage of the bitter sea. "My physical body is only at the middle level of the bitter sea.

He muttered to himself, still not planning to use his cultivation, and moved forward slowly but firmly.

Ninety-two layers, his flesh trembled, dripping beads of sweat the size of beans.

Ninety-three floors, the knees rattled.

On the ninety-fourth floor, the coercion of the late stage of the bitter sea made him have to sit cross-legged. The flesh that had been promoted by the Blood Condensation Pill before was tempered little by little. Many impurities that are not noticed are excreted from the body.

The list is shining again. Su Lang's name is tied to Mu Tianhan.

The onlookers did not dare to come out, for fear of disturbing Senior Brother Su.

Although Su Lang was far above their heads, he couldn't be disturbed.

After a stick of incense, Su Lang got up again.

Sweat soaked his clothes, setting off his muscles clearly.

Ninety-five floors...... Ninety-seven floors...... Ninety-nine floors!

Su Lang took a deep breath and took the final step. 100 layers of perfection!

In the scripture building, the bell rang again.

"When—when—"

Spread throughout the Qingfeng Sect.