Ever since Su'er said that Yu Ping could learn spells, Yu Ping was extremely excited, and it began to affect his normal cultivation.

"Can I finally learn spells?" Yu Ping calmed down and asked himself.

Yu Ping has long been yearning for this monk's magical skills, but he has always felt that he has not yet reached the point of learning spells, and he does not dare to try, last time Deng Jiuming specially mentioned this matter in the pulpit, plus Zeng Yang's matter, there is also a certain shadow, of course, there is no famous teacher to guide, when the miscellaneous disciples, the sect does not recommend that the disciples learn spells on their own, a bad one will hurt themselves.

In the end, I still couldn't resist the yearning and excitement for this magic spell, anyway, there was time to spare, and Su'er didn't harm herself.

Without the ability, everything is in vain, and besides, my body seems to have always been a little different from ordinary people, and I have changed the order of the past. According to Linggen, Yu Ping is more suitable for fire attribute fire dragon techniques and spirit sword techniques.

So I memorized both of these spells by heart and began the process of learning them.

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At this time, in the barracks of Blackwood City, Zhang Hu was practicing hard like ordinary sergeants, although this kind of drill method was not as exciting and comfortable as finding abuse in the cultivation room, but Zhang Hu naturally liked to be lively, and he was like a fish in water in the barracks.

Regardless of identity, the skills of those dozen soldiers alone who can't get close to them can be respected by the sergeants, and the army talks about strength.

didn't enter the Luoxia Sect to cultivate, and Zhang Hu didn't pay attention to it at all, and it was no surprise that he would definitely take over Zhang Zhongye's class as a general in the future.

Every morning, Yu Ping's pain was so painful that he died, and when he was running the fire dragon technique, if the fire true qi was weak, a stream of true qi was blocked on his arm, like a protruding egg, but fortunately, it was just painful, and he didn't burn a hole out;

Another time, the spirit sword technique made his own meridians feel like they were being cut by a knife, in fact, Yu Ping's true qi was stronger than that of the second layer of qi refining, but the first layer was the foundation, and the second layer was the accumulation, Deng Jiuming said that no spells should be cultivated without the second layer, just like others were accumulating on the foundation, and Yu Ping directly used the foundation. I can't help but think of what Mr. Guo said when he taught Yu Ping to learn a particularly difficult ancient text, Yu Ping also shouted that he didn't want to remember, so Mr. Guo said: "No matter how beautiful a few words are, it is not as good as learning more crookedly to write an article." From this, we can see that the particularity of this cultivation is very important, and it cannot be forced, but at least it must be fully comprehended.

But this kind of masochistic method also highlights the strength of one's own internal strength, as long as it runs a few times, it is like medicine to cure the disease.

This confidence gave Yu Ping a plan to break the cauldron and sink the boat, and if he didn't succeed, he would become a benevolent, and he still had a Hui Qi Pill, so Yu Ping was ruthless.

The effect of the Hui Qi Pill in cultivating the internal strength method is good, and he obviously feels that the qi flow is rampaging in the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, but his body is also like a vicious tiger who does not refuse, as if he is always unable to feed, which makes Yu Ping a little scared of himself, but he also adjusted Yu Ping's ruthlessness, anyway, the bottle sent by Master Ni has just started to take it.

Someone else's rare Hui Qi Pill was used by Yu Ping to cultivate internal strength, if Yao Shaosi knew about it, it was estimated that he would move*, and he would even say righteously: "I am doing this for the sect, I am too loser." ”

However, this cultivation is sometimes not so wishy-washy, and it is clear that it feels like it is just a layer of broken membranes but it has never been able to break through, which makes Yu Ping feel that his blood is about to be stillborn.

In the evening of that day, Su'er and Qing'er came to Luoya Mountain again, looking at Yu Ping, who was a little uneasy, Su'er talked about some things about her, and slowly turned the topic to how stupid she was when she was practicing spells, being scolded by Old Man Huang, etc., and finally said in disguise how luck first learned to turn a fire into a fire line and so on.

Yu Ping, who was not stupid, immediately understood Su'er's intentions, but he was not bothered about this spell cultivation now, but he also immediately made a sudden realization.

Su'er left with a smile.

That night, Yu Ping made up his mind, first sprint the internal strength that has puzzled him for a long time, if he doesn't rush away, next year's sect Dabi is a dream, becoming an official disciple is a dream, everything is a dream.

This internal strength method is like a tumor, which will be removed at all costs, of course, the tumor that Yu Ping compares is actually the capital of his nine days.

The moon was stopped by the fog of the valley, and the north wind could not blow into the valley in winter, and through the fog, the head was like a huge well, and Yu Ping was like the bottom of this well, quiet but depressing, and there was hope in the darkness.

After Yu Ping bathed and changed clothes, he sat cross-legged on the bed, and uncovered the caps of the three bottles of Huiqi Pill and placed them in front of him in turn.

According to Su Erti's thoughts and methods, Yu Ping used the method of cultivating spells to cultivate internal force, swallowing a Hui Qi Pill, and trying to compress the internal force so that it would impact wave after wave in the meridians like a sharp hammer.

After a while, I saw Yu Ping take another one, not enough, another one, and the internal force gathered up like a dragon whirlwind.

Not enough, eat again.

The first bottle has rolled off the bed, Yu Ping grabbed the second bottle and poured it directly into his mouth, a few Hui Qi Dan rolled down, at this time Yu Ping was already crazy, if outsiders look at it, Yu Ping is already like a shrimp scalded in boiling water, red all over, white mist on the top of his head, but Yu Ping has no idea, the only action is to stuff the pill into his mouth, first one by one, and then several pieces into his mouth.

When the third bottle was already empty, Yu Ping's whole body was already spraying blood like a fine mist, gritting his teeth, and his face was a little hideous.

Finally, the sound of an eggshell being broken sounded in his body, and Yu Ping felt that all the internal force flowed from Ren Du's second vein like a flood, and his head hurt, "Roar!" There was a shout, and I saw a slender black line rushing out of Yu Ping's head, breaking through the roof, breaking through the fog, and rushing into the starry sky.

Yu Ping finished yelling and fell straight on the bed. Just as the black line above his head rushed into the starry sky, the face of a lewd old man on the platform mountain of Luoxia Sect suddenly became serious,

"Open the pulse?"

Far away on a peak in another starry sky, an old man wearing a purple robe, sitting cross-legged and cultivating, with white hair and white beard touching the futon, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes opened, and a purple light rushed into the sky, and he said in surprise: "Heavenly vein!" It was even more on a gossip platform at the end of countless starry skies, and a black light flashed at the empty token hole in the middle surrounded by eight black tokens, followed by a masterpiece of white light, only to see three ancient words next to the empty hole, "Zhentian Monument", but now there is no one on this gossip platform.

When Yu Ping fainted on the bed, another old man's infant appeared in Yu Ping's room.

"Is this a vein?"

I saw that this Yuan Baby, who was a bit like a transparent shadow, could actually mumble to himself, but disappeared in a flash.

And Yu Ping, the initiator of all this, was lying motionless on the bed, and he felt that he was like a wind, and he should fly faster than the wind for nine days.

Yu Ping closed his eyes, it was because he was passing through the body of a huge green dragon, and there were still clouds and mist above his head after flying for so long, what was behind the fog? I was dreaming, I was cultivating! Wasn't I just cultivating my own internal strength?

Suddenly opened his eyes, blinked a few times, and a foul smell came to his face, his body was slimy, and his clothes were soaked in a layer of dark black grease, and the smell was extremely fishy.

"Could it be that this is the legendary hair-cutting and marrow-washing?" Yu Ping said excitedly.

Yu Ping hummed a song and looked left and right in the arbors outside the flat, and every time he could find one or several small wild eggs.

"It's really raised for nothing, and the eggs are laid outside. ”

Since the eight veins of the Qi Jing were completely opened, in addition to the fact that the body has grown nearly half a foot taller, the skin on the body has become white and tender, and even the three calluses on the palm of the hand have softened these obvious changes in appearance due to holding the spirit hoe;

More is the miraculous changes that occur in the body, the whole person is much lighter than before, before he could only step on the wooden wall of the house in five steps at most and turn over a few heels, now a tree even steps more than ten steps and then turn over and drift lightly to the ground, and there is no sound, the tree does not vibrate; the strength is also not great, the pine wood with a large bowl mouth can be pinched into sawdust with one hand, and the sense of the outside world is stronger, before only the pheasant can be found in the woods, now in the woods you can clearly feel where there is an egg, it is very magical.

Of course, what made Yu Ping happiest was his cultivation. The internal strength method and the qi refining method were completely separated, and when cultivating the true qi, he tried to swallow a few qi return pills, and the powerful medicinal power flowed back to the true qi dantian, and he also broke through the second layer of qi refining naturally. Yu Ping was also excitedly thinking about whether taking another one would be able to reach the third level of qi refining.

Of course, this is just a dream, which makes Yu Ping, who only has less than a bottle of Huiqi Pill left in order to cultivate internal strength, feel distressed, and the pill can only break through and have miraculous effects.

There is another strange thing that Yu Ping is puzzled by, that is, Yu Ping can see the meridians in his body, and after opening the second vein of Ren Du, it seems that there is a long black line in his body, which rushes from the true qi dantian to his own head, but now Yu Ping still can't see through his own head, and when he is running the internal strength method, this faint black line is still flashing, as if he is cultivating, fortunately, it does not affect the true qi dantian, so that Yu Ping can rest easy.

It's just that when the black line called the black vein in Yu Ping's body flashed and flashed, in a private school in the mortal Qingshan City, an elegant but tall old man had a golden light on his eyes.

"It's finally begun. ”