"Is this Senior Brother Li very powerful, and what's going on with the top ten masters of the Outer Sect?" Xiaohu said with some doubts.

"This Senior Brother Li's real name is Li Feiyu, and his cultivation is already a great consummation of the Tongmai Realm, and it is said that he may enter the refining period at any time. Relying on his affinity with the Flame Peak Peak Lord, he has always acted aggressively on weekdays, and often bullied his fellow disciples," Ma Ming replied.

And the saying of the top ten masters of the outer sect has been around for a long time. In order to motivate disciples to practice hard, the sect will hold a big competition with other sects every year, and the top ten sects will issue generous rewards.

This Li Feiyu has occupied the third place in the ranking for two consecutive years, except for Ling Tian, who ranked first, and Luo Qingyu, who ranked second, he didn't dare to provoke easily. The rest of the disciples of the outer sect, he didn't care about anyone.

On weekdays, he often takes a group of followers to pick quarrels and provoke troubles everywhere, bullying the weak and the young. The popularity in this outer sect is extremely poor, so he simply relies on the support of the Flame Peak Lord, as long as he doesn't make a big mess, the elders of the sect will also turn a blind eye.

This Ma Ming grew up in the sect since he was a child, but he knew all kinds of things in detail, and at this moment, as he told the story, Xiaohu understood.

"I see, it seems that in this Immortal Sect, it is not as indisputable as it seems from the outside, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. I also want to practice hard and strive to compete with them."

When Xiaohu heard this, he thought about it, and it seemed that no matter where he was, strength was the most important thing. Without strength, everything is over, how to talk about revenge.

He suddenly felt a little distracted, and lost interest in hanging out. I just want to go back and continue to bury my head in penance, and strive to one day have a long and short time with this so-called top ten masters.

Ma Ming is clever and good at observing words and feelings, seeing Xiaohu's complexion change, he guessed that he was competitive. At the moment, he did not propose a tour, but led Xiaohu to the courtyard.

Since seeing this Li Feiyu, Xiaohu has become even more angry and hardworking, and hardly sleeps every day. In addition to practicing the row of cloud palms and flying on the grass, it is to meditate all day long to improve cultivation.

There are no years of cultivation, time flies, and more than a month has passed in the blink of an eye. Under Xiaohu's cultivation of forgetting to sleep and eat, he has also practiced the kung fu of flying on the grass to the extreme.

can do the same as the description in the book: "Dancing on the grass, not bending an inch of grass" His whole person's speed and strength have improved a lot, which is completely different from when he first entered the sect.

If he knew this light footwork when he was deep in the mountains, he could basically enter and exit three times in the herd of beasts, and he would be unharmed. It seems that this is the necessity of the exercises, and if you have no cultivation and do not know how to use it, you will not be able to exert its power.

Just like a strong man embroidering, there is no power, but without skills, it is also impossible to exert the power that should be.

"Flying on the grass, I have practiced perfectly, but this row of cloud palms, but there is still no inch. It's still stuck in the four layers, it must be where I haven't figured it out. How can the superimposed ..... be superimposed to the fifth layer? ”

On this day, Xiaohu was pondering this row of cloud palms in the courtyard repeatedly, but he couldn't figure out the mystery, and couldn't help but look at the sky and lose his mind slightly. It's morning.

The sunlight was slightly dazzling, and a few white clouds in the sky were slowly changing their shape with the breeze.

Suddenly, Xiaohu seemed to realize something, and he looked at the white clouds that changed their posture with the wind, as if there was a flash of inspiration in his heart.

"The wind!!yes!!The wind is an invisible thing, but it can propel the visible white clouds to move and change. It must be so!!haha. The wind is used to form a strong palm wind, and the speed is increased to a certain extent.

Theoretically, as long as the speed is fast enough, the stronger the wind, and the palm force can be superimposed. ”

Xiaohu was elated when he thought of this, and immediately couldn't wait to start trying. In the past, he practiced this row of cloud palms, but he only cared about the moves and true qi, and did not notice the coordination of this speed and wind power at all.

As soon as he thought of it, Xiaohu immediately ran to the middle of the courtyard and rehearsed it over and over again. Well, the speed is a little faster, and the palm power stacking seems to have increased a little. However, the True Qi operated as before, and there was no excessive loss of True Qi.

It does work, it seems that the direction is correct, my assumption is correct, and the rest is just practice. Xiaohu was very excited. For the first time, I realized a martial art with my own ability, and a full sense of accomplishment filled my heart.

As he practiced over and over again, he became more and more aware of the coordination between wind and speed, and the palm power began to continue to be superimposed upward. Originally, with his more than two months of practice, his proficiency was actually enough.

At this moment, if you understand the key points, it will immediately come to fruition, and the initial results will be achieved. This row of cloud palms was originally not a profound kung fu, but it was relatively skilled, and once it was understood, the progress was rapid.

In the evening, he actually succeeded in stacking the palm power to the fifth layer. And these four and five floors seem to be a watershed, and after reaching the fifth floor, they can already play the palm wind.

And this palm wind that comes out of the body is not useless, but has a certain attack power. Xiaohu casually tested it, and just the palm wind shook the big trees in the yard with thick and thin hugs, and sawdust flew all over the place.

It can be seen that the power of this row of cloud palms is indeed very great. Although there are some techniques that can be practiced in the Outer Sect Library Pavilion, there is too little true qi in the Tongmai Realm, and it is difficult to mobilize the external Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to form an attack method.

Only very weak fireballs, ice arrows, wind blades, etc., can be practiced. It is not very difficult to practice, and Xiaohu has been practicing it for a long time these days.

Although it can be done to mobilize true qi to release fireballs, ice arrows, wind blades, earth shields and other small spells. However, because the realm is too low, the power is pitiful.

Now, judging from the power of the five layers of this row of cloud palms, it is already more powerful than these spells. After all, the Tongmai Realm still belongs to the mortal realm, and there are not many spells that can barely be controlled, and most of them are not as real as these physical martial arts.

In the following days, Xiaohu practiced martial arts during the day and meditated at night to increase his cultivation. Occasionally, I would go to the library to browse the books.

The days flew by, and in the blink of an eye, a few months had passed, and before he knew it, he had been in this vast immortal sect for almost a year, and he was already fourteen years old. Every day is just a practice practice, and there is no need to worry about food and drink.

Xiaohu has grown a lot taller and thicker, and now he no longer looks immature when he first entered the sect, and he has also made rapid progress in cultivation this year.

The light footwork "flying on the grass" has long been practiced, and it is even a little more clever than what is described in the classics. The Paiyun Palm has also been practiced to the eighth layer of superposition, and it is only one layer away from reaching the Great Perfection.

Now every palm is slapped, like a whirlwind on the ground, the power is extraordinary, and it is estimated that the palm wind alone can shock a large number of mortals to death. And the cultivation in the body has also been steadily improved, breaking through the late stage of the Tongmai Realm.

It was only a little bit away from entering the Great Perfection of the Tongmai, but with the steady improvement of his cultivation, Xiaohu often felt that the blood-colored true qi transformed by the Blood Refining True Sutra was always ready to move.

This blood-colored true qi doesn't seem to have any attributes, and there is no weirdness in the body. But with the improvement of cultivation, Xiaohu's desire for blood in his heart is getting bigger and bigger.

In the past, when I followed Montenegro, I often went out to hunt, and when I was thirsty, I sucked the blood of the beast, and I didn't feel how it was, but I didn't suck the blood of the beast for so long when I arrived in the sect.

I often feel like the blood around me is burning like fire.

In severe cases, the whole body is like a pinprick in the body, and there is no place where it does not hurt. This has become more and more frequent, and has been flare-up several times a month recently.

Fortunately, Xiaohu has a strong personality since he was a child, and in the past five years, he has followed Montenegro to die in the vast mountain forest. In terms of willpower alone, he was even stronger than many monks who were several levels above him.

Although this pain is dramatic, it is not as great as the old monster of Montenegro who forcibly penetrated his meridians back then. However, the recent seizure has not only caused pain all over his body and hot in his body, but also affected his sanity.

The picture of sucking the blood of beasts on the mountain often comes to mind, and the feeling of sweetness in the warmth, the comfort of drinking it down his throat to his stomach stimulates him all the time.

There were several times when Xiaohu almost couldn't bear it, couldn't control his bloodthirsty desires, and became that irrational monster who only knew how to suck blood. He didn't dare to go out often now, he was afraid of encountering the various spirit beasts raised in that sect, and he was afraid that this desire from the bottom of his heart would make him uncontrollable.