Ten hours in the Martial God Temple, the outside world was only more than three hours, leaning against the tree and sleeping for a while, the sky was getting brighter, and Shi Xiaole continued to hurry.

Stopping and stopping all the way, when he was about to rush back to Luyan Mountain, Shi Xiaole had already cultivated the Void Form Dafa to the realm of Dacheng.

The Void Form Dafa of the Dacheng Realm made Shi Xiaole's stone cyclone a little bigger, and at the same time, the energy of thought diffused by the cyclone also increased from the original ten meters to eleven meters.

And what excited Shi Xiaole the most was that the qi of his lost mind had recovered about sixty percent.

The essence and spirit of the human body, one point less, are two states. Take comprehension martial arts as an example, sometimes whether you can comprehend it smoothly may be a matter of having more or less understanding.

Therefore, not to mention restoring sixty percent of the qi of thought, even if only one percent is restored, Shi Xiaole will also make unremitting efforts.

He had a feeling that when the cultivation of the Void Form Dafa reached perfection, not only would the qi of his mind be fully restored, but he would even improve on the original basis!

Of course, in addition to the Void Form Dafa, Shi Xiaole did not slack off on the cultivation of martial arts.

Especially in the use of the chaotic artistic conception, Shi Xiaole found that by integrating the chaotic artistic conception into the Hundred Flowers Wrong Boxing, the power of the boxing method has been raised to a higher level, almost comparable to the third-rate high-grade boxing method.

And if the chaotic artistic conception is integrated into the majestic Hundred Battles Sword Technique, the power is even more terrifying, chasing after the three Qingfeng of Taiyue.

This is not the most terrifying, the most terrifying, or the combination of confusion and knife drawing.

The sword drawing technique is a one-hit kill, a sharp and incomparable killing move, but now there is a more plausible, unexpected and chaotic artistic conception, and the lethality can be described as a surge.

However, the combination of artistic conception and killing moves is not a simple one plus one after all, and it still needs to be run-in, so this killing move has not been perfected for a long time, and the power is not as good as a glimmer of life for the time being.

Clouds cover the mist, and the mountains stretch.

On this day, Shi Xiaole finally rushed back to the Sword Painting School. Since there was no Great Elder to interfere with it, this time, he walked in through the mountain gate openly.

"Senior Brother Shi. ”

"Ah, Senior Brother Shi is back. ”

Along the way, whenever he saw Shi Xiaole's Sword Painting Sect disciples, they all took the initiative to greet him, and their attitudes were extremely enthusiastic. Shi Xiaole even saw a deep sense of admiration in the eyes of some disciples.

There's no way not to admire.

The news of Shi Xiaole's defeat of the Bloody Hand Lian Tu had been transmitted back to Luyan Mountain many days ago, not to mention the Sword Painting Sect, and the disciples of the other twelve sects were all shaken.

As for the gang battle between Jinfenglou and Chunqiutang, due to the addition of a trumped-up 'master', the impact was not as amazing as the previous battle.

But no matter what, Shi Xiaole is now recognized as the first disciple of the Luyan Thirteen Sects, and no one has any objections.

Many disciples along the way either looked sideways or turned back, and finally a round-faced female disciple blushed and dared to stop in front of Shi Xiaole.

"Senior Brother Shi, I practiced some swordsmanship when you taught me last time, but there are some things I don't understand, can I ask you?"

Shi Xiaole looked at it fixedly, and suddenly remembered that this round-faced girl was one of the female disciples he met by the waterfall last time.

At that time, he was on a whim, so he taught them a set of Miao family swordsmanship.

"I just came back and still need to freshen up. If you don't mind, let's meet by the waterfall in the afternoon. ”

Shi Xiaole thought for a while and said.

He didn't want to do much, but he also knew that in public, a direct refusal would make the other party lose face. Especially this kind of fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, it is a sensitive and extreme adolescence, and it is not good to make things happen.

As for the last time in order to exchange for killing skills, the problem of sacrificing the Miao family's swordsmanship is not a big deal. After all, Shi Xiaole just can't show it himself, and it's still okay to guide others.

The round-faced girl was very nervous, she was afraid that Shi Xiaole would refuse, God knows how much courage it took her to step forward, and after hearing Shi Xiaole's promise, her heart was relieved and she immediately laughed.

Many disciples secretly regretted that they had acted too slowly.

Who doesn't know now that Shi Xiaole has an amazing understanding, and he has a unique set of cultivation of martial arts moves, and if he can get his guidance, maybe he will be able to progress faster.

Shi Xiaole's return caused a big sensation in the Sword Painting School, and even some deacons and elders heard about it.

And he himself, having eaten in the dining hall in a hurry, and after resting, took his clothes and ran to the waterfall last time, stripped off his clothes and swam happily.

When he was close to You, he estimated that the female disciples were coming, so Shi Xiaole reluctantly got up and changed into a clean green shirt.

Sure enough, after a while, I saw a few shadows walking with a smile, stepping on the sunset and grass in early summer, making people feel like they were in a painting.

"Senior Brother Shi!"

A few meters away, several female disciples took the lead in speaking out.

Shi Xiaole showed a hint of a smile.

In an instant, the women seemed to hear their own heartbeats at the same time.

In the line of sight, Shi Xiaole, who was dressed in a green shirt, was tall, with his back against Qingshan Waterfall, and the black hair that had not yet been completely dried up was attached to his crystal face, lined with a smile that was not often revealed, so handsome that it made people blush.

"Senior Brother Shi, you've been making a lot of noise lately. ”

In the end, it was Mao Wenjing who came to her senses first and broke the deadlock with a chuckle.

"It makes you laugh. ”

Shi Xiaole replied.

Laughing?

Mao Wenjing shook her head, if Shi Xiaole's actions were to laugh, she would have liked that someone would laugh at her every day. This Senior Brother Shi is really modest.

But then again, if the other party is arrogant and proud as soon as she comes back, it will make her look down on her.

It is necessary to know that the way of martial arts, such as sailing against the current, and like riding the wind and waves, is excellent now, does not mean that the future is strong, and now it is backward, nor does it mean that there is no possibility of catching up.

As early as when the news of Shi Xiaole's defeat of the Bloody Hand Lian Tu came back, Mao Wenjing secretly made up her mind that she must not be thrown off by the other party.

After chatting with the girls for a while, Shi Xiaole immediately asked them to practice the Miao family's swordsmanship.

I have to say that the talents of the girls are not bad, and in nearly a month, the worst one has cultivated the Miao family's swordsmanship to the fullest.

Mao Wenjing is even more amazing, she has reached the stage of transformation and completion, and she is only one step away from being successful.

"Senior Sister Mao is so powerful, at this rate, it will be complete in a few days, and this is less than a month. By the way, Senior Brother Shi, how many days did it take you to practice to perfection?"

A delicate female disciple couldn't help but ask.

The girls all showed their expressions of interest, and Mao Wenjing secretly pricked up her ears.

"I used it for twenty-eight days. ”

Shi Xiaole thought back and said.

He told a lie.

In fact, when he practiced the Miao family's swordsmanship, he only took less than half a month to complete it, but the women may not believe it when he says this, and it also hits their self-confidence, so there is no need.

"It's so fast, Senior Brother Shi is really talented. ”

The women smacked their tongues secretly.

"Twenty-eight days?"

Mao Wenjing's beautiful eyes sparkled, and if she worked harder, she might not be able to reach this step in twenty-eight days!

Several people stayed by the waterfall until the end of the unitary hour, and then they left.

In the following days, Shi Xiaole began to cultivate alone. He is ready to complete the cultivation of the Void Form Dafa and completely restore his understanding, and if he does not succeed, he will not go out.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, except for eating and sleeping, Shi Xiaole's figure sitting cross-legged is motionless.

This time, in order to speed up, he waved his hand and directly exchanged a thousand reward points for a hundred hours of cultivation time.

By the time he reached the seventh day of cultivation, it was actually equivalent to half a month of cultivation.

This night, Shi Xiaole's brain exploded.

If you can see through it, you can see that a cyclone is spinning rapidly, and it is almost semi-condensed through the wisps of mist.

This is a point stone cyclone.

After many days of cultivation, Shi Xiaole finally cultivated the Void Form Dafa to a consummate state.

At this moment, the point stone cyclone has surged by thirty percent compared to the past, and the perception range has increased from eleven meters to fifteen meters.

The most important thing is that Shi Xiaole's spirit has fully recovered, and even his comprehension has returned to the peak state of the past. No, it's even three points better than it was at its peak.

The full recovery of his comprehension made Shi Xiaole's mind smooth, and some of the cultivation problems that plagued him could be solved with a little thought, and there was no difficulty at all.

This kind of happiness of regaining it made him rarely excited for a long time.

The recovery of his comprehension increased Shi Xiaole's confidence. The next day, he began to comprehend the combination of sword drawing and confusion.

"The skill of drawing a knife is to use emotion and will to strike a knife and give the opponent a desperate blow. Confusion, focus on the plausible, the combination of the virtual and the real, how can I perfectly integrate them?"

Under the sea of clouds, Shi Xiaole stood like a wooden stake, waving a knife constantly. The sword technique is strong enough in the eyes of outsiders, but it is still denied by him again and again.

The improvement of his understanding made his heart higher. There is no limit to being strong, what he wants is perfection, at least as far as he can achieve at this stage.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, only the sea of clouds is me.

Shi Xiaole's knife skills are improving, but he has never achieved true integration, and there are slight flaws.

This kind of slight flaw usually looks inconspicuous, but if it really comes to a moment of crisis, it may become an anthill that destroys the causeway.

"What's the problem?"

Squinting his eyes and opening them suddenly, Shi Xiaole happened to see a bright red blood yang piercing the sea of clouds, with nature in the spectacular.

Nature?

In an instant, a flash of inspiration exploded in his mind.

"I understand that human feelings are complex and changeable, so why should I bother to simulate them. Naturally, it is a paradoxical confusion. ”

Shi Xiaole pulled out the knife and inserted the knife back into the sheath, the whole process was like a flash shot.

In the next second, the ancient pine in front of him was blown by the wind, and suddenly there was a slender knife mark on the surface, and there were sawdust fluttering in the wind.

"This knife will make you a knife of confusion. ”

Shi Xiaole smiled and turned to leave.

Another day passed, and it was the middle of the month.

Shi Xiaole began to look forward to the evening drawing. And the deep understanding of the past few days also made him a little tired, so he just took a break.

"Senior Brother Shi, something is wrong, someone has come to challenge you!"

Sitting in the courtyard basking in the sun, several disciples hurriedly ran to the door.

There was no need for Shi Xiaole to ask, one of the male disciples had already explained: "The eldest disciple of the Changfeng Sect, Chu Lin, who has no shadow with a sword, has officially broken through to the Qi Acceptance Realm a few days ago, and is now performing in the martial arts arena, and he wants to challenge Senior Brother Shi by name." ”