Seeing a punch from the man in Tsing Yi, Ling Xiangyuan was shocked, and the place where the man was just now left an afterimage, and the fist had already touched the tip of his nose.

The first time he fought with someone else, before he could react, the fist wind had already hit him in the face, and he suddenly felt a hot pain on his face, but this time it woke him up, and his body jumped backwards high, trying to avoid the man's killing move.

Unexpectedly, the man's punch missed, his body was like a ghost, and he pasted it again, and punched again and again with a thunderous momentum, and his fist was unstoppable, blocking his retreat.

Ling Xiangyuan was shocked, thinking that he had lost the upper hand in the first fight, he calmed down a little, his mind moved, his hands were sealed, and two fist-thick razers greeted him.

The man in Tsing Yi seemed to have expected his move, and his body shrank to the left, like a civet cat, dodging two thunder snakes, which hit the ground with two loud noises, leaving two deep holes the size of fists on the ground.

When the man in Tsing Yi turned around, Ling Xiangyuan had already jumped onto the wall of the West Courtyard, gasping slightly, but his expression did not dare to relax at all, thinking about the method of fighting the enemy in his mind.

The man in Tsing Yi held a green ball in his hand, his body floated lightly, standing in the air and looking at him, with a bright green light in his eyes, and his vertical pupils were sometimes large and sometimes small, as if he was thinking about whether to continue to move.

"The people of the demon clan also dare to come to my Ling Mansion to be presumptuous?"

Just when the man in Tsing Yi hesitated, the lights in Ling's mansion instantly lit up, and Ling Zhi's roar came in from outside the West Courtyard.

Ling Xiangyuan was relieved when he heard his father's voice, Ling Zhi had already walked in.

When the man in Tsing Yi saw Ling Zhi, his pupils shrank, and he didn't answer, the round ball in his hand was green, wrapped around his body, and fled outside Ling's mansion.

Ling Xiangyuan was puzzled, he originally thought that the man was in the realm of the Martial King, but it turned out that the ball in his hand was strange, and he had already tried it out in the fight just now, the man's cultivation should be in the realm of the Martial Master, otherwise why would he run away in a hurry when he saw his father.

He saw that the man in Tsing Yi was leaving, and was about to stop the man in Tsing Yi, only to see Ling Zhi snort coldly, the fox fur coat swelled, and the white vitality in the meridians around his body rolled, and he slapped a palm in the air.

A palm was slapped, and the sky full of wind and snow converged, forming a white giant palm, like a fly, swatting at the man in Tsing Yi.

Ling Xiangyuan was moved, this was the first time he had seen Ling Zhi make a move.

Ling Zhi's shot was really extraordinary, the man in green clothes turned his back to the giant palm, and he didn't pay attention to it, when the giant palm was about to be imprinted on him, the ball in the man's hand trembled, and a green light shot out from it, piercing Ling Zhi's palm print.

By the time Ling Xiangyuan and the others wanted to chase after them again, the man in Tsing Yi had already flown out of Ling's mansion.

"What are the people of the Demon Clan doing in my Ling Mansion?" Ling Zhi stared at the place where the man in green clothes fled in the night sky, and wondered.

As early as when the man in Tsing Yi entered the mansion, Ling Zhi had already noticed that with Wu Zong's body's perception of heaven and earth, whatever happened in the entire Ling Mansion could not escape his consciousness, let alone a small martial artist.

He was late, just because he wanted Ling Xiangyuan to exercise himself, and when Ling Xiangyuan was defeated, he immediately appeared to come to the rescue.

"Dad, what is that thing in his hand, why is it so powerful?" Ling Xiangyuan jumped down from the wall and asked Ling Zhi.

Ling Zhi turned around and said: "That should be an innate magic weapon, with spirituality, when the master encounters danger, he will automatically protect the master, but he is a martial artist and can't use it." ”

"Innate magic weapon. Ling Xiangyuan's eyes flashed with a hint of luck, thinking that it was okay that the demon cultivator was a martial artist, and there was no way to use the magic weapon, as long as the man sacrificed the green ball when he fought just now, I am afraid that he would be a corpse now.

He thought of the power of the green ball now, and his heart throbbed.

There are two types of magic weapons used by immortal martial cultivators, one is the innate magic weapon, the magic weapon is natural, spiritual, and more rare than the other type of acquired magic weapon, the acquired magic weapon is basically the cultivator himself to find the treasure of heaven and earth, after a few years of time to refine it himself.

"This man of the demon clan has a lot of background, has there been any big moves in the demon clan recently. Ling Zhi pondered.

Ling Xiangyuan said: "Dad, you are so powerful, what is there to worry about." ”

Ling Zhi sighed slightly and said: "Xiang Yuan, don't underestimate anyone, you must know that there are people outside the people, there are mountains outside the mountains, there are people in the Xianwu Continent who are more powerful than me, you are tired for a day, go back and rest early!"

Ling Xiangyuan nodded, and when he looked up, Ling Zhi had already climbed out of the courtyard wall of the Ling Mansion and went outside the mansion to check the traces of the demon cultivator.

"When will I be as good as my father!"

He looked at his father's back, thought of his father's figure just now, sighed, and went back to the room.

In the room, Ling Xiangyuan calmed down his throbbing mood, remembering the battle just now, he clenched his fists, he longed to become a real powerhouse in his heart, just like a powerful powerhouse like Qing Xuanzhe.

Thinking of Qing Xuanzhe, Ling Xiangyuan turned over and sat cross-legged, calmed down, didn't think about anything, and silently memorized the Qiankun secret in his heart, wanting to enter the realm of the unity of heaven and man.

His eyes were closed, and he silently recited the Qiankun Secret in his heart, and after a few minutes, his body began to dance gradually, and his consciousness slowly floated out of his body.

There was still nothing in the Purple Mansion Heavenly Palace, Jin Dan was spinning in it, and there was no sword qi around Jin Dan, and Qing Xuanzhe, who he was looking for, was holding a wine gourd and drinking on Jin Dan.

This is the spiritual world, but the wine poured out of the Qingxuanzhe wine gourd is as real as the real thing, and even Ling Xiangyuan can smell the aroma of the wine.

"Come over and drink!" Qing Xuanzhe waved his hand, and the wine gourd in his hand flew towards Ling Xiangyuan, Ling Xiangyuan shook it lightly, and then squeezed it in his hand.

The gourd starts, the touch is real, I don't know what material it is made of, a trace of chill emanates from the gourd, and there are spells and gossip carved on it, which seems to be a great magic weapon.

"Senpai, I... I don't drink. Ling Xiangyuan looked at the delicate gourd in his hand and said.

Qing Xuanzhe laughed and said, "You can't drink wine, I'll teach you." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't see any movement, and the gourd broke free from Ling Xiangyuan's hand and flew up.

Ling Xiangyuan wanted to move but couldn't, his mouth was broken open by a force, and a column of water flowed out of the gourd, which fell into his mouth, this wine, the entrance was slightly cool, the throat was strong, and the stomach was fragrant.

Ling Xiangyuan choked on the drink, coughed lightly, and said, "Senior, what did you mean by starting over last night?"

Qing Xuanzhe smiled evilly and said, "It's just to abolish cultivation and practice the Qiankun Technique, do you dare?"

When Ling Xiangyuan heard this, he calculated in his heart that it took him a full ten years to cultivate to the Martial Disciple Nine Heavens, and if he started again, the sweat of ten years would be burned, and if he didn't start again, he was afraid that he would never be able to cultivate the martial artist realm again.

He remembered what his father had said to him, and with a ruthless heart, he raised his immature and stubborn face and said, "As long as you can become stronger, you can do anything!"

"Worthy of his descendants!"

Qing Xuanzhe smiled evilly, stared at him for a long time, and said in a low voice, "You can think about it again!"

"Senior, I think about it, don't think about it. Ling Xiangyuan said sonorously, and from his eyes, he could see his desire to become stronger.

Qing Xuanzhe stopped talking, and with a wave of his robe sleeves, Ling Xiangyuan suddenly became dizzy, and the earth was spinning, he shouted desperately, but he couldn't make a sound, and he fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, the snow was falling one after another, Ling Xiangyuan slept extremely comfortably, and when he opened his eyes, it was already the second morning.

Ling Xiangyuan got up, his body was sticky as usual, but the sweat that flowed out this time was much clearer, and the fishy smell was much less, he washed up and went to the martial arts arena.

On the martial arts arena, Ling Xiangyuan tried to run, and suddenly found that his body was much lighter, his muscles were tighter, and his height seemed to have grown a lot.

He thought to himself that these subtle changes were all due to his entry into the realm of the unity of heaven and man, and he had washed his muscles and cut the marrow.

He punched the stone pier, the stone pier shattered with a bang, and the strength did not increase much, it was still six thousand catties.

He was instantly disappointed, and as his physique changed, the strength needed to break through to the Martial Master Realm became more and more.

"It looks like we have to start again. Ling Xiangyuan was slightly depressed, thinking that ten years of cultivation was not easy to come by, not that it could be discarded, he had to tell his father first.

Thinking like this, Ling Xiangyuan walked towards the hall, preparing to go and talk to his father, and then abandon his martial disciple Nine Heavens cultivation.

As soon as he approached the hall, he saw an old man dressed in black sitting in the hall, the old man had a ruddy face, gray temples, and a white beard, talking to Ling Zhi.

Ling Xiangyuan stood outside the door and eavesdropped, only to hear the old man say: "General, that demon cultivator is very important, and the emperor invited the general to Beijing to discuss this matter." ”

Ling Zhizheng said: "Then who guards this border?"

"Please rest assured that the emperor has his own ideas, and he also asks the general to go on the road tomorrow, and this matter cannot be delayed. The old man smiled and said.

Although Ling Zhi was not worried about the border matter, he heard the old man say that this matter was very important, so he didn't say more, nodded in agreement, and sent the old man out of the hall.

As soon as the old man walked out of the hall door, Ling Xiangyuan was standing outside the door, and he stared at Ling Xiangyuan.

Ling Xiangyuan was stared at by this old man, his face suddenly changed, and he felt a great coercion coming, as if he was carrying ten thousand catties, he almost stood unsteadily, but fortunately, his physique was already different from ordinary people, and he could barely support it.

"Huh!" The old man immediately tested Ling Xiangyuan's depth, and was slightly surprised when he saw that the coercion he exerted was resisted by Ling Xiangyuan.

At this time, Ling Zhi coughed, pointed at Ling Xiangyuan and said, "This is the youngest son Ling Xiangyuan." ”

After Ling Zhi finished speaking, the pressure on Ling Xiangyuan's body disappeared instantly, the old man didn't say much, he smiled at Ling Xiangyuan, his body was like a ghost, and he turned around and walked out of Ling's mansion.