"The highest level of making a sword is to be able to make the sword body carry out the true qi to generate a sword, you have cut it down in the past few months, do you have any experience?" The colorless Taoist was carefully staring at Fu Xuanjing on the side.

Fu Xuanjing put away the long sword, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a wry smile: "I can use my true qi in my hand like an arm to make a finger, pointing wherever I hit, but I have tried to penetrate the true qi into the sword many times, and each time I feel as if there is an invisible barrier separating me from the sword." ”

The colorless Taoist nodded, showing a satisfied expression, he admired Fu Xuanjing very much, not only Fu Xuanjing rescued him from the dark mountain, this young man is not very old, but his perseverance is tenacious, from the past few months, he has continued to let him practice the chopping technique to prove that his vision is not wrong, if it is not for the disability of his hands and feet, the colorless Taoist even has the idea of taking Fu Xuanjing into the door.

"It's already good, if you can feel this barrier in a few months, it means that you have touched the threshold of this "sword technique", practice diligently!"

For the first time, Fu Xuanjing heard the colorless Daoist call this sword technique "Sword Mangshu", and the name did match the method of making the sword.

As an orphan, Fu Xuanjing begged for a living when he was young, and he knew that if he wanted to survive or gain a foothold in this world of the weak, he knew that if he wanted to survive or gain a foothold in this world of the jungle, he must have a certain strength. Otherwise, it's no different from ants.

"Whew, whew"

Heavy wheezing sound came from Fu Xuanjing's mouth, and after practicing the chopping technique for a whole day, he already felt that his arm was filled with lead, and he couldn't lift it anymore.

After putting down the long sword and lifting the teapot on the table to drink, I felt the stuffiness in my body subside.

Fu Xuanjing is well aware of his strengths and weaknesses, and when he was at the bottom of the abyss, in order to allow him to immediately practice the Holy Spirit Technique, he promoted him from the body refining realm to the qi refining realm.

Body refining is just a stepping stone for cultivation, but the more powerful the person in the body refining realm, the greater the benefit after stepping into the qi refining realm, Fu Xuanjing believes that the colorless Dao people have long seen their own shortcomings, and this chopping technique is to hone themselves!

His feelings for the Colorless Daoist are also complicated, whether he admits it or not, the inheritance of the Six Holy Sects he accepted at the bottom of the abyss has penetrated deep into his soul, and it is always a little difficult to let go of the Colorless Daoist's participation in the encirclement and suppression of the Six Holy Sects back then.

But the colorless Taoist was not related to him, and he was willing to teach him, which made him grateful.

"No matter, what does the grievances and grievances of hundreds of years ago have to do with me, I just know who is good to me!" Fu Xuanjing was irritable in his heart, so he simply closed his eyes and meditated, cultivating the Holy Spirit Technique.

The colorless Taoist is lying on the bed snoring at the moment, he has long been no different from a mortal after losing his hands and feet, and he is now fantasizing in his dreams about the vigor of more than a hundred years ago.

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded outside the door, "Master, your old man is okay." ”

The voice was not loud, but it made Fu Xuanjing in meditation and the colorless Taoist in his sleep sound a thunderbolt in the ears, this voice is too familiar to the two of them, Qianyangzi!

Fu Xuanjing's first reaction was that Zhong Xiuyong betrayed them, but then he felt that it was impossible, if Zhong Xiuyong wanted to betray them, in the past few months, with his advanced cultivation, wouldn't he be able to catch an old man with no hands and feet and a hairy boy who only refined qi in the three realms?

Sure enough, the cold snort from Qianyangzi outside the house confirmed what Fu Xuanjing was thinking.

"Master Xiuyong's nephew, this seat regards you as your own, and that's how you repay this seat?"

Immediately, another voice came from far to near.

"Qianyangzi, you deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors, and you are not worthy of being a person. The person who spoke was Zhong Xiuyong, who heard the movement from his room and rushed over.

Qianyangzi pushed open the door, walked in slowly, stared at the colorless Taoist, and chuckled after a long time: "Master, don't come to harm." The tone is brisk, as if reminiscing with an old friend I haven't seen for a long time.

The colorless Taoist glared at Qianyangzi angrily, although he was disabled, but the cold staring in his eyes made Qianyangzi subconsciously avoid it, and then thought that this time was different from the past, and after a "hehe", Qianyangzi's face became hideous, and he was dressed in a Taoist robe without wind.

"If you passed on the position of head of the sect to me back then, instead of that waste of Qiankun, I would treat you like this?"

Seeing that Qianyangzi was still arguing with strong words, the colorless Dao man finally spoke: "Your current appearance is three points worse than that of the people in the Demon Sect back then. ”

Qianyangzi looked up to the sky and laughed, as if he was crazy, and roared: "I obviously have a higher cultivation talent than Qiankun, but you treat him as a treasure, and when I am grass, you are not happy about what I do, why?"

Fu Xuanjing was waiting for an opportunity to escape through the window with the colorless Dao man, but Qianyangzi had already seen that his left hand was grabbed out of the void, and Fu Xuanjing just wanted to pull out his long sword to deal with it, but his chest was like a heavy blow

"Bang"

Fu Xuanjing's body flew up in the air and hit the wall, and a mouthful of blood spit out from Fu Xuanjing's mouth, "I didn't expect that I had no power to beckon, ascending to the Heavenly Realm, it was really extraordinary." ”

Zhong Xiuyong saw that Qianyangzi turned around and walked towards the colorless Taoist after cleaning up Fu Xuanjing, so he used his true qi and struck out with his palms, and his long sleeves bulged like a wind, Qianyangzi saw Zhong Xiuyong attacking from behind, and had to turn around to deal with it, after all, the attack of the Ascending Spirit Realm was not as weak as the Fu Xuanjing Qi Refining Realm.

Slightly sideways to dodge Zhong Xiuyong's full blow, Qianyangzi's body was like a ghost, and disappeared from Zhong Xiuyong's eyes, when Zhong Xiuyong found Qianyangzi's body again, Qianyangzi was already behind him, and a fierce true qi came straight to him, Zhong Xiuyong rose from the ground, kicked Qianyangzi with both legs, Qianyangzi quickly retreated, and made a seal in his hand while retreating, and in a moment, a huge bloody handprint rushed towards Zhong Xiuyong with a fishy aura, Zhong Xiuyong saw that there was no way to avoid it, so he could only face it hard.

"Knock"

With a loud bang, under the intersection of the two people's true qi, Zhong Xiuyong's realm was not as good as Qianyangzi after all, and he flew out upside down and landed beside Fu Xuanjing, covered in blood.

"I didn't expect you to practice such a vicious technique, this is the Blood God Sect's bloody handprint, right?" Seeing that Zhong Xiuyong and Fu Xuanjing were both injured and fell to the ground, the colorless Daoist said in a deep voice.

A hundred years ago, in addition to the Six Holy Sects, the Blood God Sect was also a major force, but the Blood God Instructor's method was extremely vicious, often capturing the common people and even the children of the sect who were lonely, and releasing the blood of the captive people to use to cultivate the Blood God Skill.

Finally, this brutal and vicious cultivation method caused the anger of the colorless Taoist who had just become the head of the Tiandu Gate at that time, after a disciple of the outer sect was captured by the Blood God Sect, the colorless Taoist was angry, and killed the Blood God Sect leader under the palm of the hand, and finally got the "blood nerve", the colorless Taoist took it back to the Tiandu Gate and flipped through it, and found that the cultivation methods contained in the scripture were really unsightly, and it was miserable, so he handed it over to the eldest disciple Qianyangzi and destroyed it, but he didn't expect Qianyangzi to secretly keep it back then.