Wang Qingyuan stopped, looked at Zhang Jun who collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood, his sternum collapsed, and he didn't know how many ribs were broken, but these were not worthy of his sympathy, if it weren't for the Xuantian Dao precepts prohibiting cannibalism with the same door, it would be impossible to be so kind today.

Eyes slightly closed, Wang Qingyuan didn't care about that Zhang Jun, just punched out, but it was unprecedentedly dripping and hearty, sure enough, only between life and death can advance by leaps and bounds, last night's battle gave him a lot of inspiration, at this time he felt the Ming Tong monk's vajra palm, experienced the domineering and fierce between the ups and downs of the palm peak, and finally followed the fifth element boxing fourth style of the wind and water, once again the third type of yin and yang differentiation, pushed to the fourth realm of the peak of Dacheng, into the essence of the spirit.

Half a cup of tea passed.

That Zhang Jun barely stopped the bleeding, one of his arms twisted, his muscles and bones were broken under the fierce force, and his face was full of horror at this time, looking at the breezy young man in front of him.

Roar!

Suddenly, there was a gust of fishy wind, and a strong demonic aura rushed to the face, accompanied by a roar, like thunder.

Zhang Jun's face was like gold paper all of a sudden, coughing up blood again, and the slightest trace of spirit that he barely lifted was almost dispersed again, and then he saw bloody fangs, long manes like blood, and dark red eyes bigger than copper bells, which were close at hand in an instant.

Demon Beast! Blood-Eyed Lion!

Zhang Jun's heartbeat seemed to stop at this moment, and in an instant, there was nothing but despair, and all kinds of the past seemed to be whistling by in this moment, as if he saw the door of the underworld open, and the cold chains of the soul had fallen on his shoulders.

Boom!

With a knife roar, a ray of sword light hung high like crape myrtle, the starlight dispelled the darkness, the emperor purified the evil, the underworld was driven into the abyss, and a young man stood on top of the sky, the black hair rose, and his eyes were clear and clear.

From this moment on, this picture will forever be engraved in the depths of Zhang Jun's heart.

The long knife was returned to the sheath, a fist was big, dark red and crystal like chalcedony, and the demon beast heart belonging to the blood-eyed lion was put away by Wang Qingyuan.

He took one last look at Zhang Jun, who had an extremely complicated gaze, left the corpse of the blood-eyed lion to him, and walked away without saying a word.

Xuantian Dao Hun Tian Peak.

The bright moon is like a plate, the silver is like water, reflected on the frozen blue lake, Wang Qingyuan walked on the surface of the lake, his body was open, and the cold wind whimpered, but his cultivation was deep, and the blood all over his body was like a furnace burning, and the cold air could not penetrate the pores, and it was dispersed before he reached an inch in front of him.

In front of the bamboo building, the lights are always bright.

The Taoist priest stood quietly and stood up, looking at Wang Qingyuan who stepped on the lake from afar, this young man's temperament became more and more extraordinary, and now it seems that in just two days of training, there has been a lot of gain, and it has to be said that he is lucky.

"I've seen the deacons. ”

In front of the ever-bright lamp, Wang Qingyuan saluted, took out a cloth bag and opened it, and the dark red and crystal blood-eyed lion's heart emitted a strong blood qi.

"Blood-eyed lion. ”

The deacon raised his eyebrows slightly, among the demon beasts, the lion tiger and bear were the most difficult to subdue, and his qi and blood were majestic, he was a disciple of Xuantian Dao, and the ordinary "Xuantian Gong" was perfect at the seventh level, with the power of a thousand catties, and it was difficult to kill.

It is rumored that there are demon whales in the deep sea of the Quartet, and they are even more powerful, even if they can't transform into a human body and can't give birth to their own vitality, but their natural physique is incomparable, far from being something that ordinary monks can shake.

"Good. ”

Guarding the jaw of the Taoist priest, he said: "The heart of the demon beast can be kept by itself, and if you take this waist card, you can go to the Yunjuan Peak Dharma Transmission Building to obtain the eighth, ninth, and tenth layers of the Xuantian Gong." ”

An ebony sign fell into his hand, Wang Qingyuan stared, there was a simple character on it, there was no elegant, no obtuse angle of the stroke turn, but there was an inexplicable attraction, which made people's hearts have a sign of gradual tranquility.

......

Cirrus cirrus peaks.

One of the nine peaks of Xuantian Dao, in the west of the golden peak of Yingtian Peak. Ziwei Peak and Tianya Peak arch each other.

Under the cloud rolling peak, it is one of the six outer courtyard branches of Xuantian Dao.

Observing the mountains, rivers, rocks and trees all the way, Wang Qingyuan sighed at the power of the natural operation of the Heavenly Dao, and all things are more mysterious than this.

"Stop!

In the outer courtyard of Yunjuan Peak, the two disciples on duty at the gate of the courtyard shouted.

Wang Qingyuan is not a disciple of this peak, in the eyes of the two disciples on duty, there seems to be no such person as Wang Qingyuan in the peak, he is too faced, and usually, if there is a visit between the outer courts, there will be a post sent by the miscellaneous Taoist in advance, and the appointment time will be made so as not to go empty.

"Ziwei Peak, Hun Tian Peak Wang Qingyuan. ”

What the!

The two outer courtyard disciples on duty were stunned, they looked Wang Qingyuan up and down, and one frowned and said, "Is there any proof?"

"This is the demon slaying order and the waist card, and the two senior brothers have seen it. ”

Wang Qingyuan took out the demon slaying order and handed over the waist card of the Jingshou Taoist.

"You took the demon slaying order and killed a demon beast?"

The two outer courtyard disciples were a little stunned, and then they showed an unbelievable look, the demon beast lurked in the barren mountains and mountains, sometimes hurting people in the present world, ferocious and abnormal, especially the demonic aura, it is very easy to seize the mind, that is, ordinary cultivators, as long as the foundation has not yet been built, in the face of the demonic aura, a body of cultivation will also be three out of ten.

In the same way, those who can go down the mountain to kill demons, in the eyes of the two disciples, are all successful in the foundation of "Xuantian Gong", at least with the seventh layer of cultivation, the disciples and brothers who have been cultivating in the outer courtyard for many years, even so, not everyone can gain something when they go down the mountain, and there are not a few who are seriously injured or even buried in the wilderness.

Hun Tian Peak Wang Qingyuan?

The two outer courtyard disciples felt a little unreal, how long had this young man been coming to his Xuantian Dao Hun Tian Peak, at most it was only more than a month, and now he had received the demon slaying order, and went down the mountain to kill a demon beast and came back, how old was he?

Even in the impression of the two outer courtyard disciples, when the name of Wang Qingyuan came out of Hun Tian Peak, their outer courtyard of Cloud Roll Peak exploded, and the inheritance of Ziwei Peak was actually taken away by such a nobody!

As soon as he thought of this, the eyes of the two outer courtyard disciples became more and more strange, but the demon slaying order and waist card were not fake, and one of them said: "Come with me, although you have succeeded in slaying demons, you are still a disciple of the outer court, in addition to entering the Dharma Transmission Building to comprehend the mental method of the last three layers of "Xuantian Gong", and entering the Tibetan Scripture Building to read the Taoist scriptures of my Xuantian Dao ancestors and sages, other places cannot trespass, otherwise according to the precepts, there will be heavy punishments. ”

Wang Qingyuan's eyes flashed, he didn't say anything, the two walked into the hospital one after the other, as soon as he stepped into the courtyard door, Wang Qingyuan smelled a faint sandalwood fragrance, and then looked around, there were more than a dozen half-zhang high incense towers, all of them were burning, and the sandalwood that was condensed did not need money, such a day's consumption, silver money was like flowing water, originally Wang Qingyuan also felt that the five hundred taels of snow silver in the package behind him was a large amount, and now it seems that his pattern is too small, and there is still a lot of fire in the experience and vision.

And even the outer courtyard, in the Xuantian Dao such a place of Zhong Lingyuxiu, it is also particularly elegant, all kinds of pavilions and pavilions, and even led the mountain spring to the courtyard, becoming a clear pond, on which a wooden bridge is erected, and the scene of Emperor Xuandi subduing the demon is carefully carved, majesty and delicacy coexist, sacred and elegant are blended, compared with the majestic palace in Wang Qingyuan's memory, but it is each with its own merits, and it is difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior.

Passing by the martial arts arena, you can see that the disciples are practicing hard work, or swinging their fists, pondering the essence of several layers of exercises in "Xuantian Gong", or playing the Five Elements Boxing, figuring out the trajectory of the operation of the boxing method, and understanding the truth of Yin and Yang Taiji.

In addition, there are also palm techniques and fingerings, but there are only a few people, all of them have a strict bearing, steady steps, and there is an inexplicable aura between their gestures, and the surrounding air flows, becoming an invisible field, so that some other disciples of the outer court are far away and dare not approach.

Vitality fluctuations!Inner Court disciple!

Wang Qingyuan's heart moved, this familiar charm is clearly that he has built a foundation, opened up a dantian, bred his own vitality, and become a cultivator who has built a Taoist foundation.

Such a disciple is not an ordinary disciple of the outer court, but has officially entered the door wall, engraved the life card, and included in the back hall of the ancestral hall, which can be regarded as a disciple who has truly inherited the true meaning of Xuantian Dao.

But compared with the little monk Mingtong and the nameless scholar I saw that day, the vitality fluctuations of these people were too weak, and the qi rhyme between the exercises and the Dharma was also much inferior, with a difference of 108,000 miles.

It seemed that they also noticed Wang Qingyuan and the others passing by, and some disciples lowered their eyes, but they didn't know Wang Qingyuan, and they were too faceless.

In the corner of the martial arts arena, a deacon Taoist dressed in a pure green silk Taoist robe frowned slightly, but he didn't stop it, Xuantian Dao has the rules of Xuantian Dao, and the outer court also has the precepts of the outer court, and he believes that the disciples on duty will not understand.

Dharma Transmission Building.

In front of the building, a deacon Taoist with white hair hanging down, lazily sleeping on an old rattan chair basking in the sun, next to a small octagonal wooden table, on which a pot of fragrant tea was boiling.

"Master Jingxing, there is King Qingyuan of Hun Tianfeng who wants to see him, and he wants to enter the Dharma Transmission Building. ”

The disciple on duty spoke, but there was no reaction on the old rattan chair, and the disciple on duty flashed his eyes, and said: "Master Jingxing, there is King Qingyuan of Hun Tianfeng who wants to see him, and he wants to enter the Dharma Transmission Building." ”

After a while, the disciple on duty turned around, looked at Wang Qingyuan and said helplessly: "Master Jingxing often sleeps and can't wake up, Senior Brother Wang, you just wait for one or two, Senior Brother I still have a rotation to be on duty, and it is inconvenient to leave for a long time, so I will leave." ”

After speaking, the disciple on duty did not wait for Wang Qingyuan to respond, and walked straight away.

His eyes were calm, Wang Qingyuan sneered in his heart, this disciple on duty thought that he was unaware of the ghost when he turned his back to him, but he didn't know that he had spiritual power, and nothing could escape his eyes.

At this time, he looked at the old Taoist priest who seemed to be sleeping soundly on the old rattan chair, ordinary people may not be able to notice it, but the moment the disciple on duty opened his mouth just now, he clearly caught the corner of the old Taoist priest's eyes jumping slightly, this is not the so-called drowsiness and not waking up, but deliberately not waking up.

In front of the Dharma transmission building, Wang Qingyuan stood quietly, and there was a gurgling sound of a mountain spring not far away, and one or two koi fish jumped up in the pond, and fell into the spring with a pop.

Half a cup of tea passed, a cup of tea passed, a stick of incense passed, half an hour later.

Wang Qingyuan even closed his eyes slightly, and began to meditate, his steps were slightly wrong, but he naturally stood up the yin and yang pile, and now, this yin and yang pile has gradually integrated into his gestures, that is, at this time, if the general "Xuantian Gong" has not practiced to the outer courtyard disciples, they can't see Wang Qingyuan's pile method at this moment, and they just think that he is standing there motionless.

On the old rattan chair, the deacon was slightly surprised, he didn't want to pay attention to this young man at all, but the disciples of the outer courtyard got the inheritance of Ziwei Peak, in his opinion, this inheritance should be handed over to some outstanding disciples in the peak, and even the disciples of Zhufeng, so that they can make the best use of it.

Now, he wants to see how capable this Wang Qingyuan, who is rumored to be in the Heavenly Peak.

A whole hour.

The tea on the small octagonal wooden table had cooled and the charcoal fire had been extinguished, but the silent deacon had not woken up.

Wang Qingyuan didn't move, it seemed to be a stone statue, and later he couldn't even breathe.

And with the passage of time, the quiet deacon on the old rattan chair faintly felt like a thorn in the back, which is a little incredible, how could he have such an induction, could it be this Wang Qingyuan?

No way!

Lao Dao sensed carefully, Wang Qingyuan stood still, the wind was light, but he always felt that there was something different from the beginning, he noticed the blue iron long knife behind the young man, looking at the cloud pattern on the handle, it seemed to have some meaning, but even so, it should not make him feel such an almost uneasy tingling sensation.

Half of the incense went over again.

Several Cloud Scroll Peak disciples came to the front of the Dharma Transmission Building and saw such an almost strange scene.

What's going on?

Several young people glanced at each other, a little confused, but then they looked at Wang Qingyuan, and they felt more and more that something was wrong, such a dress and age did not seem to be their disciples in the outer courtyard of Yunjuan Peak.

A young disciple left and returned after half a cup of tea.

"What! Wang Qingyuan of Hun Tian Peak!"

"It's this kid!"

"The inheritance of Ziwei Peak has fallen into his hands?"

Several young disciples immediately raised their eyebrows, and a cold light and unkindness burst out of their eyes, when the news of the continuation of the Ziwei Peak inheritance came down from Ying Tianfeng, how many disciples in the outer courtyard of their Cloud Rolling Peak sighed, feeling unwilling.

"What is this guy doing in my Cloud Scroll Peak Outer Courtyard?"

"I heard the junior brother on duty say that this son actually went down the mountain to kill a demon beast, and got the waist card of the uncle of Hun Tian Peak Jing Shou, and wanted to come to my Yunjuan Peak Dharma Transmission Building to comprehend the eighth, ninth, and tenth layers of the "Xuantian Gong". ”

"I don't believe that this son can kill demon beasts alone! There must be a mystery in this, I want to go to Ying Tianfeng to enforce the law and investigate everything thoroughly, my Xuantian Dao precepts cannot be blasphemed!"

"Yes, we must investigate thoroughly, if there is any dirt and dirt in this, we must not tolerate it, the rules of my Xuantian Dao for tens of millions of years cannot be lost!"

"Now take this son first, before the truth is known, how can he be allowed to enter the Dharma transmission building of our hospital. ”

Call!

The next moment, an eighteen- or nine-year-old disciple made a move, and his big hand reached out and landed on Wang Qingyuan's shoulder.

Well?

In an instant, the disciple raised his eyebrows, and his hand seemed to fall on an iron statue, not moving.

"Give it to me!"

He snorted coldly, his whole body was full of blood and blood, his strength was surging, and his muscles and bones were beating like war drums, which was the perfect cultivation of the sixth layer of "Xuantian Gong".

Can't pull!

This disciple's face almost turned red, his palms moved, and even his other hand fell on Wang Qingyuan's other shoulder, his arms were forced, and the green tendons were bulging, but he still couldn't make Wang Qingyuan move for half a minute.

After a few breaths, he suddenly let go of his hands, stepped back a few steps and stood still, gasping for breath, looking at Wang Qingyuan's back and being a little surprised.

Hell yes!

The other disciples frowned, they stared at Wang Qingyuan's back, he just stood like that, with his back to everyone, but he seemed to have an inexplicable aura.

"Could it be, Yin Yang Pile!"

Some people's eyes are like torches, and their cultivation is profound, and at this time, they seem to see through some virtual reality, and their eyes slowly become solemn.

Yin-yang pile?

One person immediately turned around and left, while the remaining few people stepped forward, each occupying one side and surrounding Wang Qingyuan in the center.

A total of four disciples, holding the direction of the four elephants, the oldest seems to be weak crown age, the youngest is also seventeen or eighteen years old, as the four of them stand still, in front of the Xuanwu Building, the air quickly becomes stagnant, the wind stops, the cold wind is held back, and the four scorching breaths slowly rise.

In front of the Dharma Transmission Building, on the old rattan chair, the Taoist could no longer hold back his temperament, he opened his eyes, sat up, and the scene in front of him was somewhat beyond his expectations.

Wang Qingyuan still closed his eyes, as if he was blind to everything in front of him, his posture was straight, his long hair was lightly raised, like a towering green bamboo, and he could see that the Jingxing Taoist frowned, such a temperament, in his imagination, should not appear in a disciple of the outer courtyard like Wang Qingyuan.

Not only that, the Jingshou Daoist felt that Wang Qingyuan's breath was becoming more and more calm, and the yin and yang pile had reached a state of transcendence in his hands.

Do it!

At this moment, the four outer courtyard disciples glanced at each other, and the four scorching qi and blood burst out in an instant.

Thundered!

The four outer court disciples, the weakest cultivator, also have the cultivation of the sixth layer of the Great Perfection of "Xuantian Gong", and the highest cultivation is close to the seventh layer of perfection, between the gestures, they are all accompanied by the sound of muscles and bones, the qi and blood are vigorous, and one of the arms that pokes out suddenly expands in a circle, as if it has become the palm of a giant spirit, and the air is pushed, giving birth to continuous folds;

Bang, bang, bang!

There were four muffled sounds, and the four big hands pressed on Wang Qingyuan's shoulders almost at the same time.

The four big hands pressed down, and the four of them worked together, but they found that Wang Qingyuan did not move at all, and their strength was like a mud cow entering the sea.

"The wind sits on the water, the yin and yang feng shui flows, and the Tai Chi circle is the means!"

"What a gut! What kind of cultivation, you are so proud of yourself that there is no one in your eyes, ignoring the strength of the four of us!"

"Sit on the water, let's move together, empty all his strength!"

Airplanes!

Then, the four disciples took root in their footsteps, their arms arced, and they seemed to become soft, and the four palms of their hands swam on Wang Qingyuan's shoulders, as if they had really turned into flowing water, and they slowly had a sense of endless life.

Not bad!

Jingxing Lao Dao nodded slightly, although he didn't know all of these four disciples, but they all had a few faces, such an age and cultivation, especially the fourth style of the Five Elements Boxing, containing the truth of Yin and Yang Feng Shui, and it is also the most suitable for the Taoist Taiji Circle Rotation of the Seven Styles of Five Elements Boxing, and these four disciples have the shallowest comprehension, and they have also stepped into the third realm of the four realms with half a foot, and they understand the deepest understanding, and the third realm is also almost complete, but the final fourth realm depends on the creation of chance, not overnight.

After an instant.

"What! I can't move a little strength, it's empty, and I can't do anything!"

"I can't either, what the hell!

The four of them stopped at the same time, retreated violently, and regained their footing a few feet away.

At this time, the four disciples really couldn't keep their composure, they had just withdrawn their palms, and they were not hindered in the slightest, and the fifteen-year-old boy in front of him was still motionless, not opening his eyes, not moving his hands, this was a bit unfathomable, for a while, the four of them looked at each other, some difficult to decide, and couldn't figure it out.

"How come, the four of us can't take a fifteen-year-old boy when we make a move!"

"Weird, really weird"

Now, the four of them have a lot of thoughts, although they can't get used to Wang Qingyuan, but they also have self-knowledge, such a siege has lost their identity, others can not be taken immediately if they are motionless, and the gap can be seen, but because of this, the four are unwilling to accept it, they have practiced hard for many years, and even once under the leadership of Uncle Shi, they have seen the ferocity of demon beasts, and they have the experience of fighting and walking on the edge of life and death, and now they have lost to Wang Qingyuan, and they have a sense of frustration from the bottom of their hearts.

"We are also self-cultivation and reasonableness, now it seems that the rumors are not true, seeing is believing, hearing is false, a person's words may be able to deceive many people, but temperament is difficult to deceive people's eyes. ”

The disciple who had spoken to accuse took a deep breath and muttered, "It's me who has been confused and actually looks at a person based on rumors. ＂

The other three were stunned when they heard this, and glanced at Wang Qingyuan with some complicated eyes, and some were unwilling, but in the end, their eyes became calm, and their previous self-cultivation skills prevailed.

At this time, Wang Qingyuan finally opened his eyes, he was very calm, and he did not have a little joy of victory, he looked at the Jingxing Taoist in front of him, and said, "Uncle Shi has been satisfied." ”

Jing Xing Lao Dao raised his eyebrows, he has lived for more than a hundred years, he has seen a lot of changes in the world, the ups and downs in this outer courtyard, many people are warm and cold, the children of the poor family and the rich family, all kinds of forces are intertwined, intertwined, even if Wang Qingyuan shows such a temperament and law now, and he has not weak skills, he still will not easily agree, how many people have been before and after, he has seen too much over the years.

"What is your identity, dare to talk to your uncle like this!"

Without waiting for the old road to speak, there was a figure in the distance and several ups and downs, and in an instant, it crossed more than ten zhang away and came to the front of everyone.

"Senior Brother Qingying!" the four outer courtyard disciples said respectfully.