Feng Qingyun sat on the ground, took a deep breath, calmed down his excitement, and slowly pressed his hand on the scroll of "Congenital Wuji Qiankun Gong" (hereinafter referred to as Xiantian Qiankun Gong), and instantly a burst of white brilliance filled his mind, and then he came to a Taoist cave surrounded by green mountains and surrounded by fairy mist.

A middle-aged and powerful man with black hair and long beard, wearing a Guangcheng Immortal Taoist robe with gossip patterns, led himself to sit on the top of a towering mountain, facing the rising sun in the east, and exhaling the aura of heaven and earth to the sky with both hands. With a dazzling kung fu, he took himself to shuttle through the ancient starry sky and the Milky Way, telling himself the mystery of the evolution of heaven and earth, gossip yin and yang.

This set of divine skills is different from ordinary martial arts, not only to condense the pure heaven and earth gangqi, but also to cooperate with the power of the innate gossip hexagram, but the power of rigidity and softness is endless. Each layer of exercises does not have a fixed fist or leg method, and when facing the enemy, different hexagrams are condensed with gangqi to produce different methods of strength, which interprets the mystery of Taoist martial arts teachers in the nature of heaven.

Feng Qingyun seemed to have a dream in his mind that lasted for several years, but in reality, only a few breaths had passed, and nearly ten years of internal cultivation appeared in his body out of thin air, and the first three layers of the Seven Absolute Realms of Qiankun: Qiankun Uncertain (Soft) Immeasurable (Rigid), and the exercises that shocked Baili and Tianhuo Liaoyuan had been deeply imprinted in his mind, as if he had been practicing for several years.

It may be that the martial arts realm of his own body refining realm is still too low, and his body is not strong enough, and the systematic transmission of martial arts can only allow him to comprehend the first three realms of this set of yellow-level exercises, and the later high and deep levels must wait for his own martial arts realm to improve before he can learn it. But the strengthening of internal strength in the past ten years has also fed back his body, and Feng Qingyun feels that his muscles, bones, and blood are filled with extraordinary vitality, and there is a faint feeling that he will be able to break through the body refining realm soon.

Wang Tiezhu watched Feng Qingyun sit down for only a few breaths, the internal qi above and below Zhou's body rose in the air and turned into mist, and then there was no wind and waves between the surrounding heaven and earth, and the fallen leaves and dead grass scattered on the wild wasteland seemed to be pulled by the invisible force around Feng Qingyun, and they all hung in the air and condensed into a congenital gossip figure behind Feng Qingyun, as if it was beautiful in nature.

Gently putting down the scroll of "Innate Infinite Qiankun Gong" in his hand, Feng Qingyun opened his eyes and the streamer bloomed between his eyes, revealing a breathtaking brilliance. Wang Tiezhu felt that the little Taoist priest who had been injured by himself suddenly became unfamiliar with his temperament, and he sat in front of him as if he was one with nature and could not find it. And what is incredible is that the internal force vibration and aura coming out of his body are as strong as if he has cultivated internal strength for more than ten years.

When Wang Tiezhu was still shocked, Feng Qingyun picked up the scroll of the Heart Sword Divine Technique with his left hand, and the same white light flashed in his mind, but this time the scene became completely different. Feng Qingyun found himself standing in front of a huge manor surrounded by water on three sides, the plaque of the manor was written with the four big characters of "Nangong Family", and on the huge stage built of sweat and white jade, there was a handsome woman in her early thirties.

Her long hair is tied at the back of her head at will, her starry eyebrows and sword eyes are sharp, and her eyebrows are marked with a little scarlet, her peerless face not only has the elegance of a girl but also a little bit of a man's handsomeness, Feng Qingyun is as excited as seeing an idol, isn't she the peerless female swordsman Tie Xin, who is her favorite in the Divine Soldier comics. Before she could be surprised, the long sword in the female swordsman's hand flicked, turning into an infinite sword shadow and performing different moves to attack her.

I don't know how long the time in the dream has passed, Feng Qingyun held his red sword and passed thousands of moves with this female swordsman of the Nangong family, comprehending her sword intent and techniques in actual combat. From every collision of the long swords of the two sides, Feng Qingyun could feel the fiery emotion that this opponent came from the cold weapon, and the emotions in the sword moves were varied, either angry or high, one moment became ruthless, and the other became full of benevolent bearing.

The mystery of the swordsmanship made Feng Qingyun fascinated and lingered, Feng Qingyun just felt that he had mastered this set of "Heart Sword Divine Technique" to the realm of Xiaocheng, and he was still reluctant, and the dream in his mind disappeared in a blink of an eye, although the comprehension of this set of swordsmanship still had many deficiencies, but the rules of systematic transmission really only allowed him to reach the realm of Xiaocheng, which was really accurate no more than nothing.

Wang Tiezhu felt that in a few breaths, Feng Qingyun on the opposite side had a sharp aura that only a swordsman could have, and the red long sword beside him vibrated slightly, as if he was attracted by the sword aura emitted by his master.

The changes that subverted his three views too much made Wang Tiezhu's brain blank, and he just asked in a daze:

"This... This is impossible, how can it be so fast to learn martial arts now. Could it be that you are really a god?"

Feng Qingyun ignored his question, the corners of his mouth raised a smug arc, and he drew his sword handsomely, and performed the light skill of the Spirit Crane Method in the Innate Qiankun Gong, the original slightly chubby body seemed to turn into a light crane, and the red light of the red sword in his hand was like the long beak of the crane, and he galloped away towards the stick envoy closest to him.

At this moment, the stick envoy was inseparably fighting with Zhang Borui, and suddenly saw a bright red light flying towards him in the dark night, and quickly became vigilant, and the shadow of the stick in both hands danced like a bucket to protect his whole body.

At this time, Feng Qingyun's flexible and changeable temperament was fully displayed in his martial arts moves, and the sword momentum in his hand became extremely fierce.

The originally airtight stick shadow was like a leaky fishing net, and countless gaps were poked open by the red sword in Feng Qingyun's hand. Even though the profound body protection qi of the Qi Refining Realm blocked the power of the ninth layer of the sword move, dozens of blood marks were inevitably broken by the red sword of the divine soldier level on his body. Although the injury was not serious, the pain stimulated the ferocity of the stick envoy even more, and with a strange scream, the long stick in his left hand swept away the sword momentum, and his right hand turned into a sharp claw, and grabbed Feng Qingyun's face door like a desperate fight.

The claw tip of the gang qi whistled, and a fishy smell of poisonous exercises came from the wind, which made people a little dizzy when they smelled it. Feng Qingyun shouted in his heart that it was not good, he was going to be scratched, and he had to be poisoned and collapsed with Wang Tiezhu's stupid big man, so he instantly decided to avoid his front first, and carried the innate Qiankun Gong with his left palm, and greeted him among the electric lights and flints.

When the stick envoy saw that this kid still dared to fight hand-to-hand with him, he calculated to scratch his flesh palm, and immediately poisoned the kid to death. Feng Qingyun showed it, the first layer of the innate Qiankun Gong: the Qiankun is uncertain, the internal force on the left palm is faintly condensed into a kun hexagram figure, the two people are connected with each other, and the claws of the stick envoy seem to have caught an unpredictable air mass and have nowhere to focus, and his claw power is consumed by the internal force of this hexagram out of thin air.

The trick of Qiankun is uncertain, interpreting the hexagram of change in the Taoist innate gossip, telling the truth that the evolution of heaven and earth is changing all the time, and the amorphous power of the condensation of the move is elusive and infinitely changing, although there is no strong lethality, but you can use the unpredictable hexagram to fuse your own power to eliminate the opponent's attack power.

Just when the old power of the stick had been exhausted and the new power was not born, the kun hexagram in Feng Qingyun's hand turned into a Qiankun hexagram, and the Qiankun Wuquan changed into a Qiankun immeasurable, and the feminine internal strength that absorbed his claw power suddenly changed, turning into a fierce and radical pure yang internal force that slapped like the waves of the tide, and instantly shook the left hand of the stick envoy, and in an instant, the key point in the stick envoy's chest was exposed in front of Feng Qingyun's eyes.

Feng Qingyun shrewdly grabbed the fighter, condensed the strength of his whole body, and condensed a fire hexagram burning in the flame in the palm of his right hand, and shouted in his mouth:

"Heaven ~ Fire ~ Fire ~ Plain!"