It's a pity that now the hateful Zhuang Mingfeng has made a breakthrough with the help of that spirit stone and has become an inner disciple.

This made Qiao Lin extremely helpless, he could only break through his cultivation now, but fortunately, before he was robbed of the spirit stone, his cultivation had already broken through to the sixth level of the body refining realm.

Although Qiao Lin is young, he is still quite cautious.

He knew that if he wanted to bring down this Zhuang Mingfeng, relying on his current strength alone, I was afraid it would not be enough.

"The master said that if you want to improve your strength quickly, combat is also extremely crucial. Qiao Lin pondered, when he sailed with Fang Zong at sea, the duel with Fang Zong benefited him a lot, and his combat experience also improved a lot.

If it weren't for the sneak attack by Zhuang Mingfeng before, and it happened to be breaking through the state, with Qiao Lin's strength, even if he was invincible to Zhuang Mingfeng, he would not let the other party be so ravaged.

Qiao Lin was confident, if he mastered the punch that Fang Zong had taught, it would not be a problem to defeat Zhuang Mingfeng at all.

So, after Qiao Lin finished his daily homework of the Penglai faction, he came to the purple bamboo forest again, and he found the outer disciple who had chopped bamboo with him before.

"Yo, isn't this Senior Brother Qiao Lin? Doesn't he look good, and he recovered from his injuries in just one night?"

Several outer disciples laughed, and Qiao Lin looked serious, staring at a few people a little unhappily, but still said: "Senior brothers, what happened yesterday was indeed what Qiao Lin did wrong, Qiao Lin apologized to several senior brothers. ”

Several outer disciples were slightly stunned, they didn't expect Qiao Lin to apologize to them today.

When a few people were surprised, Qiao Lin said to them again: "Senior brothers, I think you need to waste a lot of time cutting bamboo every day, why don't you do this, as an apology, your share, Qiao Lin helped you do it, what do you think?"

"This ...... It's not that you can't ......" When several people heard this, they were a little moved.

Entering the Penglai Sect, don't they just want to become stronger and become superior? But every day, they need most of the time to complete the tasks assigned by the sect, but they don't have much time to cultivate.

Seeing the hesitant expressions of several people, Qiao Lin continued to say: "Senior brothers, do you want to waste all your time on this meaningless cutting down tree? After wasting so much time every day, the progress of cultivation is naturally very slow, so if you want to become an inner disciple, I am afraid that it is far away. ”

"Or do you want to cut bamboo here for the rest of your life?"

As soon as they heard this, those outer disciples glanced at each other, and they all saw the determination in each other's eyes.

One of them asked, "But, Qiao Lin, can you really complete our mission before sunset?"

Qiao Lin smiled slightly, and said, "Senior brothers, have you forgotten the speed of your junior brother yesterday? Senior brother is also forced to be helpless, knowing that he has offended a few senior brothers, he is also reluctant to go. However, the talent of the junior brother in cultivation seems to be not as easy as cutting bamboo, so it is better to use this to apologize to the senior brothers. ”

The outer disciples who came to cut the bamboo saw that Qiao Lin was sincere and willing to help them share the daily tasks

, naturally, it couldn't be more than happy.

However, they still showed a generous gesture, waved their hands and said, "Hahaha, since Senior Brother Qiao Lin is so sincere, if I don't give Senior Brother Qiao Lin this face, I can't say anything." ”

"Senior Brother Qiao Lin's kindness, we have no reason to refuse, but you will really help us complete the task?"

"Please rest assured, junior brother, even if I don't complete my own task, I will complete my senior brother's task first. ”

Qiao Lin said yes again and again, and repeatedly promised that he would help them complete today's task, and these outer disciples went back to practice with satisfaction.

They weren't worried that Qiao Lin would break the appointment, if Qiao Lin harmed them and was punished by the sect, then they wouldn't let him go easily.

And Qiao Lin looked at their departing figures, shook his head and said, "It's really crisp to go!"

But looking back at the purple bamboo forest behind him, Qiao Lin showed a happy smile, the reason why he made such a request was naturally not to sincerely apologize to them, but just to use the bamboo to understand Fang Zong's tactics.

After many outer disciples left, Qiao Lin picked up the firewood knife, still as he did yesterday, first practiced the Iron Tree Bafang Fist for a while, and then began to run the true qi, concentrated, and the firewood knife slashed with the trend.

Burst!

This knife directly saw a deep gap, which was much larger than the gap cut yesterday.

Seeing this, Qiao Lin was overjoyed, he continued to practice, and began to try to use this knife without relying on fist techniques.

It's just that this doesn't seem to be an easy thing for him.

After all, Fang Zong's punch integrated many of his methods, both the body method and the meaning of the Great Dao, which can be said to be a fusion of many mysteries, and it was also a battle method that Fang Zong created with great difficulty in the tempering of life and death on the Heavenly Demon Mountain.

Although it is a punch, there are many mysteries that need to be perceived.

With Qiao Lin's current cultivation, he can only use this sword by practicing the Iron Tree Bafang Fist that Fang Zong has improved.

Therefore, Fang Zong asked Qiao Lin to try to get rid of the dependence on boxing techniques, because only in this way could Qiao Lin turn Fang Zong's tactics into his own.

Qiao Lin's qualifications are not low, so he naturally understands Fang Zong's intentions, so he uses purple bamboo as an exercise.

The day was getting westerly, and after nearly three hours, Qiao Lin was carrying a pile of bamboos down the mountain with a distressed face, and those outer disciples had already been waiting for a long time.

They didn't expect that Qiao Lin would really help them chop bamboo, and seeing that their day's task was completed so easily, these outer disciples were naturally very happy, so they treated Qiao Lin with a lot more enthusiasm than in the past.

However, Qiao Lin was secretly distressed, and after a whole afternoon of practice, he still couldn't completely get rid of his dependence on boxing.

On the afternoon of the second day, Qiao Linyou carried a firewood knife up the mountain.

Qiao Lin looked at the bowl of thick purple bamboo, and couldn't help but think, "Why is it that the power of the firewood knife I use is far less powerful than that of the master's fist?

"Yes, yes, since the master is a strong man in hand-to-hand combat

, it's definitely easier to use your fists!"

"Hey, hey, you broken bamboo, eat my Qiao Lin's punch!"

Moments later......

"Oops! it hurts me!"

But seeing Qiao Lin lying on the ground with his right fist and screaming in pain, it was precisely because he smashed his fist on the purple bamboo that it would be like this.

He still overestimated the strength of his physical body, and punched Zizhu with the Iron Tree Bafang Fist, but the result was that the bones of his fist were almost broken.

One punch made his fist crack, but on the purple bamboo, there was no damage except for a blood-colored fist mark.

Qiao Lin grinned in pain, and hurriedly took out the healing pill given by Fang Zong and applied it to his right hand.

"Oops! It seems that people still can't be compared!" Qiao Lin finally understood now, it seems that the physical strength of himself and the master is still far from the same.

In desperation, Qiao Lin continued to use the firewood knife.

However, I don't know if it's because of this punch, Qiao Lin actually felt that he seemed to be much more comfortable swinging the wood knife, and even before sunset, the last knife he used up his last strength actually directly cut off a purple bamboo.

That scene made Qiao Lin excited.

When Fang Zong was recovering his dream cultivation, Qiao Lin practiced in the Purple Bamboo Forest every day.

Because Qiao Lin gradually got rid of the dependence on boxing, the speed of chopping bamboo became more and more sharp, and after nearly six days of practice, he could finally achieve the level of cutting off bamboo.

And he finally got rid of his dependence on the Iron Tree Bafang Fist and began to gradually integrate it.

On this day, Qiao Lin swaggered out of the Ding Zishe with two firewood knives, and many outer disciples on the road said to Qiao Lin:

"Qiao Lin, my share today is all up to you!"

"Please, Qiao Lin!"

But the outer disciples who are responsible for cutting bamboo every day almost hand over their daily tasks to Qiao Lin, even so, many people still don't think much of Qiao Lin.

After all, no matter how powerful the bamboo cutting is, it is just cutting bamboo, how can it be compared with the identity of the inner disciple?

In their opinion, Qiao Lin is simply a waste of time by doing this, and with this effort, it is better to start improving his cultivation quickly.

Qiao Lin didn't care about their opinions, still with a smile, he went up the mountain to the purple bamboo forest.

"Hehe, let's warm up first!" Qiao Lin loosened his muscles, threw the firewood knife, and began to practice boxing in the purple bamboo forest.

But seeing that Qiao Lin now has longer muscles than in the past, and his skills are much stronger than in the past, this is not only the enhancement brought by the cultivation realm, but also because of the benefits of constantly practicing this boxing technique.

At this time, Qiao Lin's shot was as fast as lightning, and his fist was roaring like thunder.

In particular, the agility of his body is far more than before, and he can leap and tumble in the purple bamboo forest almost effortlessly, just like a monkey who has always been flexible.

And Qiao Lin used this Iron Tree Bafang Fist improved by Fang Zong, only to feel that his blood was boiling, and the power was pouring out from his body, which was really unpleasant.

After practicing boxing,

Qiao Lin only felt that his whole body was full of powerful power, and then he picked up the firewood knife, took a deep breath, and just slashed it casually.

Burst!

It didn't take much effort to see the thick purple bamboo beside him being cut off by the seemingly tattered firewood knife, the bamboo leaves rustled, and the bamboo seven or eight feet high fell in response.

If you let the other outer disciples see it, they will definitely be surprised, you know, this purple bamboo is extremely hard, even the outer disciples of the Nine Levels of the Body Refining Realm can't easily cut off the purple bamboo, but Qiao Lin did it.

Seeing this, Qiao Lin smiled with satisfaction.

But at this moment, there was a burst of cheerful applause in his ears, and a childish voice came from behind him: "Wow! You are so powerful, you actually cut down a purple bamboo so easily!"

(End of chapter)

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