Lu Jian looked at this dark kitten, the furry was very cute, listening to the meaning of the sheep soldier, this thing is still a baby.

"Big brother, what's so strange about this kitten?"

The sheep soldier grabbed the skin of the cat's head with one hand, and touched the cat's head with the other and said: "This cat is a breed of ancient strange beasts, and this beast has natural skills to devour all kinds of things, especially like to swallow weapons!"

Lu Jian curiously touched the kitten's belly, causing the kitten to writhe.

The sheep soldier asked Lu Jian to stretch the black bag open, put the kitten in, tied the rope, and handed it to Lu Jian and said: "You put it away first, turn around and recognize it, you can count it as a treasure!"

After Lu Jian put away the little black bag, he took Yang Bing's hand and said, "Big brother gave me such a valuable gift, I don't know how to thank big brother!"

Yang Bing laughed and said, "My own brother, what do you say thank you or not!"

Yang Bing said to Lu Jian again: "Brother, we are trapped here, and we can't think of how to get out for the time being, why don't we learn from you for my brother and see how your cultivation is!"

Lu Jian said with a bitter face: "Big brother finally can't help but fight?"

Yang Bing shook his hand awkwardly and said, "No, no, I want to see your cultivation for my brother, and then, for my brother, I will give you some pointers!"

Lu Jian looked at his expression, like a child who had been told that he was in his mind, and he didn't feel funny, so he said: "The younger brother's cultivation is low, and he has many questions in his cultivation to ask his brother for advice!"

Hearing that he agreed to the competition, Yang Bing scratched his ears and cheeks excitedly, and hurriedly said, "Brother, you try your best to make moves, so that I can truly understand your cultivation!"

Lu Jian knew that his cultivation realm was too different from him, and he would not hurt him at all, so he nodded in response.

Because there are only two brothers here, there is no need to worry about anything, Lu Jian will first fully operate the spiritual power of his whole body, and his fighting spirit will reach the highest.

Lu Jian fist swing open, his eyes blazing and said to the sheep soldiers: "Big brother, offended!"

After speaking, the Nine Seals and Nine Styles under his feet quickly stepped out, and the Pegasus Thirteen Styles struck out with a bang.

This is the most powerful blow since he learned this move.

Yang Bing was obsessed with Wu, first saw the strange pace under Lu Press's feet, he was curious, and then he was young and rich, and shouted happily: "Okay!"

He didn't make a hard hit, but stretched out his arm, like a goat with his head down, and pushed towards Lu Quan's lower abdomen.

Lu pressed his waist by mistake, stood up with his fists, and smashed downward.

The sheep soldiers fought with their fists, like sheep's horns carrying the sky.

The two of them made their own moves and fought together.

Some of the sheep soldiers let Lu Jian do what he had learned, so he guided Lu Jian to punch and kick faster and faster.

For a while, two figures stood back and forth in the main hall.

At the beginning, the sheep soldiers were still playing tricks with Lu Jian with a little banter.

But the further they fought, the more surprised the sheep soldiers became, and they only felt that this newly recognized little brother was really very solid in basic skills, and there were often unexpected moves.

The two of you are coming and going faster and faster.

The thirteen-style boxing method Lu Jian has been beaten several times, and at this time, the rise of Lu Press, unconsciously, a punch was punched in the order of reverse practice.

This punch was unexpected and smooth, and it actually hit the sheep soldier in the back.

The sheep soldier was taken aback, with the cultivation of the sheep soldier, of course Lu Zhu's punch did no harm to him, but how could a martial madman tolerate being hit by others.

Just when the sheep soldiers wanted to deal with it with a surprise move.

The fist style of the land pressure reverse practice was unfolded according to the posture on the stone screen of the Heavenly Book Pavilion.

It's weird and smooth, it's like it's natural, and there's no hindrance.

This time, five or six more punches hit the sheep soldiers.

The sheep soldiers are a little blind this time, to say that the first punch was a surprise, if it is preconceived, these last few punches, but they really didn't prevent it.

The sheep soldier laughed: "It's funny and interesting."

In the loud call, the attack of the sheep soldier also changed, I saw that his hands continued to seal, and in an instant, the thunder in the air sounded, if anyone who knew the sheep soldier must be surprised, because he had already used his stunt "Fantian Seal!"

With the formation of various handprints, Lu Zhuan's front was full of sheep soldiers waving arms.

At this time, the sheep soldiers are like the thousand-armed gods and demons worshiped by the people, majestic and terrifying.

The pressure felt by Lu Pressure increased greatly, and at this time, the Tai'a Sword on his waist flew out automatically with a clear sound, and was held in Lu Pressure's hand.

With a sword in hand, the treasure is solemn, concentrating and holding his breath, and the starting style is the natural seven-star slash, and it is a sword in the order of the immortals on the stone screen.

This sword was handed out, and the land pressure, which was originally suppressed by the finger shadow of the sheep soldier, felt that the breath was much smoother.

The sheep soldier sighed again, and unconsciously accelerated Fantianyin's moves again.

The fist shadow sword light, the entire hall in the faint light, floating non-stop.

This battle has been fought dozens of moves.

Yang Bing laughed and shouted while fighting, and at the same time, he also made frequent strange moves, which was inseparable from Lu Press.

Suddenly, Lu Pressure backhanded a sword and stabbed at the sheep soldier in the big opening and closing.

At this moment, the sheep soldier had just completed an attack, and before he had time to retract it, Lu Zhu's sword was handed to his vital point, and there was no way to avoid it.

In desperation, the aura of the sheep soldier skyrocketed, and he ate a sword of land pressure.

Lu Pressure was taken aback when he saw the stabbing sheep soldier, he had taken out the sword in high spirits before, and he didn't have time to think about it at all, this sword actually stabbed the sheep soldier, which really scared Lu Pressure a lot.

The sheep soldier laughed, waved his hand at the landing pressure and said, "It's okay, it's okay!"

Lu Jian saw that his chest was only torn in his clothes, there was only one white spot on his skin, and there were no sword wounds on his body, so he was relieved.

Yang Bing touched his chest and sighed: "Big brother lost, little brother, in addition to your spiritual cultivation is too low, this set of swordsmanship and fist skills is very good."

Yang Bing looked down at the white mark on his chest and said: "Good guy, your sword is not ordinary, in the case of my full spiritual power protection, you can still leave a mark for me, a good sword is really a good sword!"

Hearing the praise of the sheep soldiers, Lu Jian smirked, not knowing what to say.

Yang Bing looked at Lu Jian and kept laughing: "Today is really happy, except for the competition without spiritual power, this competition of moves has been my haven't been so happy for a long time!"

The sheep soldier patted the shoulder of the landing press, looking extremely happy.

Lu Jian thought that this big brother really loved to fight.

Yang Bing stared at Lu Jian and looked at it carefully: "Well, your spiritual power has been cultivated to the peak of the Spirit House Realm, and you will soon be able to break through to the Spirit Courtyard Realm!

Lu Jian scratched his head and said: "Big brother, to be honest, my fist-style swordsmanship has been taught by my master, but the cultivation of my spiritual power is all carried out by myself, I don't know how to practice spiritual power at all, and even say that my understanding of spiritual power is vague!"

It's no wonder that Jiang Shang told him about the knowledge of Lu Pressure's aura, but Jiang Shang's cultivation is also low, he is just very rich in theory, and for a person with a low foundation like Lu Pressure, it's a bit of an itch.

Yang Bing listened to Lu Quan's explanation, nodded and said, "It's no wonder, it turns out that you haven't systematically learned spiritual power cultivation at all!"

The sheep soldier said, pulling the landing and sitting on the ground.

Yang Bing thought for a while and said, "Brother, I'll probably tell you some common sense of spiritual power cultivation!"

"The so-called spiritual power is the aura or vitality that is permeated in this heaven and earth, and cultivating spiritual energy is a way to communicate with this heaven and earth. The difference between immortal cultivators and mortals is that mortals can't feel the existence of aura in their lives, so naturally they can't communicate with this heaven and earth!"

Yang Bing looked up at the top of the hall and said slowly: "And we immortal cultivators are people with wisdom roots, we can sense the existence of this aura, and by perceiving it, storing it, and using it, so, the cultivation of the seven realms is actually the manifestation of these three forms, Lingzhi, Lingshe Realm is the stage of perception, Lingyuan, Lingcheng, and Lingfu Realm are the stages of storing it, and Lingguo, Lingtianxia, is the stage of using it to communicate with heaven and earth!"

Yang Bing sighed: "In a nutshell, in fact, cultivation means that we are fighting for such a little opportunity with heaven and earth. Let us cultivators, stay away from death!"

Lu Jian listened quietly, and many doubts in his heart were finally solved by the simple description of Yang Bing.

Yang Bing looked at Lu Jian and said: "We practice, we want to become immortals, why on earth? Actually, it's just that we, small human beings, want to escape from death and get real freedom!"

This sentence was like a heavy hammer, breaking the barrier in Lu Quan's heart.

Yang Bing said: "The goal is the same, but there are many ways to practice, everyone wants to find a method that suits them, those with strong spiritual energy will cultivate the sword, those with strong spiritual sense will refine the alchemy and draw talismans, and those with strong qi and blood will cultivate the way and cultivate demons!"

Hearing this, Lu Jian said suspiciously: "Is cultivating demons the same as cultivating the Dao, why is the world so disgusted with the Dao of Demons?"

Yang Bing smiled and said: "Cultivators think that they are the orthodox cultivators, and they naturally belittle the Demon Dao, plus the Demon Cultivators have some bloody exercises, so they are even more belittled by some sanctimonious people, in fact, in my opinion, there is no difference in the essence of cultivating the Dao and cultivating demons, and there is no distinction between who is good and who is evil!"

If his words are heard by the famous cultivators in the world, he must be said that he is a heresy and be crusaded.

Yang Bing looked at Lu Quan's pure eyes and smiled: "Brother, just listen to me say this, can you react, you don't know, every time my master hears me say this, he is very nervous, hehe!"

The sheep soldiers were half mocking and half helpless.

Lu Jian blinked and said, "I just think what the eldest brother said makes sense, just like when I was very young, my father said that there are bad people among good people, and there are good people among bad people!"

Yang Bing's eyes lit up, and he sighed and said, "Hehe, those bullshit so-called great grandmasters are not as sensible as a peasant boy!"