There was a huge difference in strength, Yun Qingyang was immediately beaten into a pig's head, and seeing that Yun Qingyang had no chance to fight back, the old man in white ordered the clone to stop.

"With this strength, you still want to be my apprentice, practice for another ten or eight years!" said the old man in white with a sneer.

thought that Yun Qingyang would give up, but contrary to the old man in white's expectations, Yun Qingyang struggled to get up, ready to continue fighting with the old man in white again.

"Give up early! You're not my opponent!" the old man in white said as he persuaded Yun Qingyang.

Yun Qingyang lowered his head, bent over, and his arms hung vertically to the ground, as if he had no strength.

At this time, Yun Qingyang was in danger, and suddenly remembered the days when he was still by his master's side Yuanshang Tianzun before he was seriously injured.

Suddenly thought of the only martial art "Taixuan Sutra" that the master taught him, because after changing his life against the sky, his own strength started from scratch, and he didn't know if he could still use this peerless martial art.

In the face of the immediate crisis, the dead horse became a live horse doctor, and he planned to use it to fight against the clone of the old man in white.

"Boy, don't you really want to give up?" the old man in white asked repeatedly.

Seeing that Yun Qingyang still didn't answer, the old man in white opened his mouth and smiled: "Okay! I'll fulfill you!"

As soon as the words fell, the clone of the old man in white raised his arm, and his entire body was covered by transparent vitality, rubbing against the air around him and making a piercing roar.

"The first day of junior high school: Kunlun is majestic and secluded!" Yun Qingyang said in a low voice.

Immediately, a burst of vitality detached from Yun Qingyang's body, and immediately turned into a warrior and rushed towards the clone of the white-clothed old man in front of him who didn't know it.

I remember that Master Yuanshang Tianzun said that the "Taixuan Sutra" has nine nine and eighty-one moves, but Yun Qingyang has only mastered nine moves.

The most important thing is that each move can double the power of the move.

"Measure: Kunlun is thin, and the truth of thinking is also!" Yun Qingyang, who was about to defeat the enemy in one breath, roared angrily, and then the entire mysterious space launched a violent shaking, and the air became extremely thin.

Unexpectedly, Yun Qingyang was able to use such a terrifying martial art, and the clone of the old man in white who didn't have time to react was bounced out in an instant.

The clone of the old man in white slammed into the wall of the mysterious space and was instantly knocked away.

"Very good, very good, qualified to be my apprentice!" said the old man in white proudly.

Without waiting for Yun Qingyang to react, the old man in white immediately spoke: "Are you a child who studied under Yuanshang Tianzun Yang Xiong?"

"What, do you know my master?" Yun Qingyang said in surprise.

The old man in white smiled and said, "He is also my apprentice! ”

Yun Qingyang didn't expect that his master was also the apprentice of the old man in white, and the identity of the old man in white was even more confusing.

"In the future, Yang Xiong's little brother will be your senior brother!" said the old man in white jokingly.

"That's a big disrespect! I am a teacher for one day and a father for life, and I have been by my master's side for more than ten years!" Yun Qingyang hurriedly said.

The old man in white laughed, and instead of continuing to joke with Yun Qingyang, he began to teach the method of the secret language method.

"Do you remember the junior high school when you first practiced?" the old man in white became serious, and the expression of his previous hippie smile disappeared, but he said seriously.

"I must remember, in order to strengthen my body, in order to live from this world!" Yun Qingyang said without thinking.

The old man in white was a little dissatisfied with Yun Qingyang's answer, so he immediately said, "The purpose of cultivation is to gain health and wisdom. ”

"The health you are talking about is not only about strengthening the body, but also about the absence of troubles and pains in your heart!" said the strong voice of the old man in white.

Yun Qingyang listened carefully to the old man in white, did not interject, and studied very seriously.

"As long as you do what I say, you will be able to cultivate into a primordial god, be in the same spring as the universe, live forever, and you will no longer need to be reincarnated. The old man in white said proudly, as if he was the god who created the world.

However, the old man in white suddenly changed his face again, and said with some anger: "In the early days, almost all saints practiced for this purpose, but with the development of time, later people had disputes over their own fame and fortune and for cultivation, so it is better not to practice than to do so. ”

"With the development of the times, cultivators began to steal other people's martial arts and their own understanding into their own, with this idea, they established a variety of sects and sects, all for their own fame and fortune, this is not real practice, it is to steal the things of the saints, to deceive and confuse others. The old man in white said indignantly, venting his anger.

After understanding the so-called original intention, Yun Qingyang seemed to have a big understanding and began to meditate, and at this moment, the old man in white interrupted Yun Qingyang and said, "I don't think you will be the kind of robber I said, I'll pass on your skills!"

Immediately, the old man in white pressed his hands on Yun Qingyang's back, and streams of pure white vitality were transported into his body, and the vitality of the two of them combined with each other and merged into one, and Yun Qingyang suddenly felt refreshed and comfortable.

Half an hour later, the old man in white finished his teaching, and after wiping the sweat on his forehead, the old man in white said, "In the next time, let's meditate and practice slowly!"

As soon as the words fell, the old man in white ignored Yun Qingyang, and walked back to his previous position and sat cross-legged.

I wanted to experience what kind of state my strength had reached at this time, so I took the initiative to try to challenge the many phantom soldiers in front of me.

Yun Qingyang rushed forward with an acceleration, his speed increased several times compared to before, and before he could wait for the phantom soldier at the front, Yun Qingyang had already appeared in front of him, and slammed it with an uppercut.

Thankfully, the Phantom Soldier was quick to react and ducked backwards.

Immediately, Yun Qingyang raised his leg high and kicked the phantom soldier's jaw.

The phantom soldier was powerless, and was hit in the jaw by Yun Qingyang, and his body lost its center of gravity, stayed in the air, and then disappeared into the air.

Seeing that Yun Qingyang had eliminated one phantom soldier, the remaining phantom soldiers attacked together.

Facing the menacing phantom soldiers, he saw Yun Qingyang's unhurried left flickering, and easily dodged all the attacks.

As Yun Qingyang's strength strengthened, the strength of the phantom soldiers also increased, and Yun Qingyang was enveloped in an instant.

Yun Qingyang tried to break through from above, and he jumped high, but the phantom soldiers around him also jumped up.

Yun Qingyang, who was tightly surrounded, felt that he could not escape, so he had to fight desperately with the many phantom soldiers around him.

After several encounters, Yun Qingyang was quickly defeated and fell to the ground, and the phantom soldiers immediately surrounded Yun Qingyang in the middle and gave him a fierce punch and kick.

Ten minutes later, the old man in white waved his hand, and the phantom soldiers stopped the beating.

Yun Qingyang, who was beaten half to death, knew his gap, fortunately, he couldn't die in this mysterious space, otherwise he would have died several times.

Yun Qingyang, who wanted to become stronger, worked hard to climb to the corner of the wall, sat cross-legged, and continued to meditate and practice according to the resistance of the old man in white, with the original intention of the practice.