"Is this Liangang?"

Chen Fusheng quietly withdrew his hand that had already made a gesture and stared at Yan Chixia tightly.

In his senses, Yan Chixia's aura became stronger and stronger, and the power was more than doubled compared to the state in which he had just started.

Obviously, he has forcibly broken the bottleneck with this will and officially set foot in the realm of refining.

In the nine-layer kung fu of practicing qi, there are three major levels.

The first step is induction, in many sects, even directly attributed to the beginning of practice, there are comments on the way to the hall and the peak, but as the so-called "nine-story platform, from the end", if the first step of the door can not be reached, no matter how amazing you are in the first two floors, it is just a waste person, this step is all by the will of heaven, you can't force it, not like others, you can make up for it the day after tomorrow.

The second step is the golden pill, "a golden pill swallowed into the abdomen, my life is up to me", if induction is the beginning of practice, then the golden pill is the foundation of immortality, not a little sloppy.

This step involves a lot of things, and there are three looks.

The first look at the exercises, if the exercises are not good, it will never be possible to become a pill.

Second, it depends on whether the earth evil yin veins and dry heaven gang qi you have condensed are compatible with the exercises you practice.

If you don't work hard enough to be lazy in these two layers, and the condensed evil qi is weak, you will never be able to win the top grade.

The third is to look at the heart of the Dao. Once the Dao Heart is flawed and no longer complete, there will never be any hope of becoming a product.

For thousands of years, there have been infinite miraculous skills, and combined with the Daomen, a total of one hundred and eight kinds of first-grade golden pills have been summed up, which is just the number of Zhou Tian.

This condensation refining gang is a two-step foundation work between induction and Jindan, although there is no restriction of two levels, basically the cultivation can be achieved naturally, but the importance is not low at all.

The clearest feeling about this is, of course, the Ao Kong who fought against Yan Chixia, as the crown prince of the Dragon King, his eyesight in this regard is naturally not weaker than Chen Fusheng, in his senses, Yan Chixia, who could still be teased, seemed to turn around and become a wild beast, this contrast was too strong, and it suddenly made him feel a little caught off guard.

Originally, he could still suppress Yan Chixia with his talent, but now the other party's cultivation has risen sharply, although he has not yet collected the Qiantiangang Qi, but his mana has been at least five or six times stronger, plus he lost his mind for a while, and he couldn't deal with it, and the balance of victory and defeat had already pressed towards Yan Chixia's side.

Yan Chixia has so much experience in fighting, she saw the opportunity at a glance, took a long breath, broke her drink, and forcibly raised the mana that had been urged to the extreme again in the void, and slashed down with a sword.

This sword was so violent, Chen Fusheng only saw that the red light of the Chixia Sword, which had already turned into a dark color, suddenly flourished, and a slight sound could be clearly heard in his ears, which was the sound insulation technique that Yan Chixia had laid out before, and it could no longer bear the friction sound of this sword light cutting through the air, and it was declared broken.

In the face of this earth-shattering blow, Ao Kong's original expression that had always been high above changed greatly, knowing that no matter how strong the dragon clan's body was, it would definitely not be able to resist the edge of this sword.

Suddenly biting the tip of his tongue, he spurted out a mouthful of dark blue essence blood, Ao Kong stretched out his hand a little, his chest bulged high, and spit out a string of spells from his throat, this spell was like the sound of thunder and drumming, it seemed to be slow and fast, Chen Fusheng could clearly remember but couldn't make this sound at all, let alone explain what it meant.

Chen Fusheng instantly understood that this was the secret magic power of the dragon clan, and only the dragon bloodline could use the dragon language to cast it.

As for its effect, the mantra was already visible before it was finished.

As soon as the ball of essence blood circled in the air, there was a canopy of Xuanbing condensed out of thin air, and the Chixia sword light pierced the sky and was splitting on the Xuanbing behind this layer, and it actually made a sonorous sound of gold and iron striking, grinding away the Chixia sword light.

This is not the end, before the first layer of the Xuanbing Sky Curtain has completed the split, the same Xuan Ice Sky Curtain has been arranged in front of the sword light one after another.

Less than three zhang away, there were seven or eight solid ice canopies.

With these as a support, Ao Kong finally breathed a sigh of relief, glared at Yan Chixia and Chen Fusheng who was watching the battle beside him, his face was solemn, his hands were clenched into fists in front of his chest, staggered, and he put on a simple and mysterious handprint, pushed forward and then retracted suddenly.

The place where the two sides fought was a secluded and uninhabited street, and the water spirit qi in the air had been turned into ice by the mouthful of essence blood, and there was no water spirit qi for him to call.

But as soon as he made this gesture, the well behind Ao Kong gushed out a water dragon three feet thick, shaking its head and tail, circling around Ao Kong.

With a clear groan, the silver-white robe on Ao Kong's body automatically unfurled without wind, and then the water dragon was like a wanderer returning to the nest, swooping forward on its own, dissolving into the robe.

With this water dragon, changes will occur on the robe.

First, the wide and loose sleeves shrank and rose close to the body, and the top was even more sparkling, and the water was unstable.

When the water subsided, Chen Fusheng found that the original robe had turned into a silver-white armor covered with cloud patterns and water patterns, and it was even from the right shoulder to the chest, and then around the waist and abdomen and back to the back, coiling a silver dragon, which looked somewhat similar to the water dragon in Fang Cai.

By the time these were completed, the Chixia sword light had already split all the Xuanbing Heavenly Curtain in a row, and it was about to fall on the small dragon head of Ao Kong.

Chen Fusheng's expression moved, he was an out-and-out outsider in this fight, but he could perceive what Yan Chixia did not perceive.

Before he had time to shout, a breeze talisman blessed his body, and Chen Fusheng had already jumped behind Yan Chixia, lifted the placket of the other party's clothes, and suddenly pulled back.

This sword has exhausted all Yan Chixia's essence and spirit, where is there still time to resist Chen Fusheng, but Yan Chixia is confident that Chen Fusheng will never harm him, so she doesn't ask, so she looks at Chen Fusheng's eyes.

I saw that the ground shook for a while, and then a column of water that was thicker than the water dragon summoned by Ao Kong broke out of the ground, facing the Chixia sword light that slashed towards Ao Kong.

Immediately following the water column was a hunchbacked old man in dark green court clothes, with a cane, no more than five feet tall, and he looked ridiculous.

However, the aura on this old man's body is as deep as the sea, and compared to the old man who played the piano that Chen Fusheng had seen when he was an official in Yujie, his cultivation seemed to be a few points higher.

Before this naked gap in strength, Chen Fusheng's figure stagnated slightly, and he didn't know how to speak for a while.