Chapter 2, Section 1 It's so late, still have to practice?

Zhang Jing slowly opened his eyes, looked at Wu Hui, and said excitedly: "Uncle Wu, I have broken through to the Martial Sect Realm!"

The Martial Sect Realm is a hurdle and a watershed. In the previous martial realm, warrior realm, and martial artist realm, although the force and physique were ten, hundred, or even thousands of times stronger than ordinary people, they were still ordinary people in essence. And after entering the realm of Wuzong, there are liquid danzhu in the dantian, with a lifespan of two hundred, and he has truly entered the cultivation of immortals, and he is no longer an ordinary person.

"Congratulations to the young master!" Wu Hui's excitement was no less than Zhang Jing's, while holding his fists to congratulate, he stepped forward, looking at Zhang Jing back and forth, left and right, for fear that something would happen to his body, after all, the scene just now was too crazy, making his heart hang in the air.

Zhang Jing understood what Wu Hui meant, opened her arms and smiled: "Everything is fine." ”

Wu Hui still asked uneasily, "How is the situation in the dantian?"

Zhang Jing put on her clothes and replied, "The true qi in the dantian is condensing the second liquid pill bead again. ”

"Ah, it's condensing the second one?" Wu Hui was taken aback.

It is said that after the true qi in the dantian liquefied into a danzhu, even if it was frantically absorbed during the breakthrough, the true qi was still extremely thin, but the true qi in Zhang Jing's dantian was condensed and rich, and it was slowly rotating and infiltrating around the tiny water beads.

Surprised, Wu Hui couldn't help but ask again: "How big is Danzhu?"

"Which one are you asking?"

Wu Hui was stunned for a moment, and he asked about the one that dripped onto the ground of the dantian, but he immediately realized that Zhang Jing's dantian not only had one dripping, but also one suspended in the air of the dantian, and immediately said, "Two." ”

"The one on the ground is the size of an egg, and the one that is suspended is only the size of a mung bean. ”

"Big eggs?" Wu Hui was so surprised that a pair of old eyes looked at Zhang Jing without blinking, his jaw was about to fall, and he said after a while, "The Danzhu of the normal Martial Sect Realm is only the size of a quail egg, isn't one of yours worth three of others?"

In fact, Zhang Jingneng has such a situation, in addition to talent, what is more important is his incomparably hard cultivation and perseverance.

When he was with his adoptive father and adoptive mother, he worked extremely hard, thinking that after he had completed his training, he would kill all the pursuers and let his whole family live a stable, peaceful and happy life.

Now that his adoptive father and adoptive mother have been killed, and he knows that his biological father and mother and two older brothers have also been forced to jump off the cliff, this uncommon hatred has prompted him to work harder than anyone else.

It would have taken ten months to a year, but it only took him half a year to break through!

Zhang Jing lifted the heavy axe and mobilized the Yuan Force True Qi, and a substantial white axe immediately appeared at the front of the heavy axe. The axe is two feet long, two feet wide, and one foot thick, and the cold light is shining, and it looks heavier and more lethal than the body of the heavy axe, which makes people shudder.

Zhang Jing was shocked, and Wu Hui was also shocked.

Zhang Jing was shocked that after entering the Martial Sect Realm, his Yuan Force True Qi output would actually change so much, at least ten times that of the Martial Master Great Perfection Realm!

Wu Hui was shocked that the axe condensed by Zhang Jing was the same size as the heavy axe body, which was obviously a line stronger than himself who was already at the fifth level of the Martial Sect Realm!

Wu Hui involuntarily asked, "Why is it so strong?"

Zhang Jing told his guess, and Wu Hui asked incredulously, "The second pulse is actually two fingers thick, and the true qi is output in the state of small water particles?"

Seeing Zhang Jing nodding, Wu Hui's shock and excitement were incomprehensible, and his voice trembled: "Young Master, that old Taoist said back then that you were gifted and talented, and it was not false at all!

Zhang Jing said seriously: "Uncle Wu, I will definitely do it!" He trotted forward with a heavy axe, leaped forward, and stepped over twenty zhang in one step, without using any exercises, two axes in a row slashed at a five-person thick stone stalactite pillar.

Although the two axes were sequential, the speed was too fast, as if they were cut out at the same time, only to hear the "click" of the stalactite pillar fly out of a six-foot-long section, shoot forward, hit the stone wall of the cave, make a "boom" like a thunderous sound that makes the teeth tremble, and then turn into stone chips, and scatter in all directions.

Look at the upper and lower sections of the stalactite, which are as horizontal as a mirror, as if they have been polished.

Wu Hui was so surprised that his eyes almost burst out. That speed, that strength, Rao is the fifth level of his Martial Sect Realm, he has lived for nearly a hundred years, and he has fought all his life, but he can't reach it!

"Uncle Wu, it feels very different from before the breakthrough!" Zhang Jing said excitedly, "Why don't you practice with me?"

Wu Hui asked a little stubbornly: "Young master, it's so late, you still have to practice?"

When he came back to his senses, he thought that Zhang Jing had just broken through, and this excitement was difficult to suppress, and he immediately said, "Okay, let's practice." ”

The two of them separated a hundred feet, put down the formation with a knife and an axe, and quickly killed together.

Breaking through from the Martial Master Realm to the Martial Sect Realm, the strength has increased so much, Zhang Jing suddenly has a kind of heroism that swallows mountains and rivers, and his comprehension of the Kun Zhen Sword Method is more profound.

At the final thunderstorm, Zhang Jing shouted, "Uncle Wu, I've used all my strength!" The heavy axe slashed down like rolling thunder and silver lightning.

Wu Hui's mouth opened and he shouted, "Haven't you used all your strength? I'm running out of oil!"

Fortunately, he couldn't be more familiar with Kun Zhen's knife technique, and the big knife struggled to rise before he could block the heavy axe. But the heavy axe was as heavy as Tarzan, and it bent his knees little by little.

Seeing that Wu Hui was about to be unable to bear it, Zhang Jing let go of the heavy axe with laughter, and Wu Hui immediately sat on the ground. Although his body was exhausted, his excitement was overflowing: "Young Master, you are only the first level of the Martial Sect Realm, and I am the fifth level of the Martial Sect Realm, and you have completely suppressed it, which is really amazing!"

Each level of martial arts is raised, and the strength is at least doubled. Zhang Jingneng suppressed the fifth level of the Martial Sect Realm with the first level of the Martial Sect Realm, how could it not be shocking!

Wu Hui's eyes looked at Zhang Jing for a long time, and the scene of accompanying Zhang Tianyue slowly emerged, and he said with emotion: "Back then, it was said that your father was a genius who only came out of a hundred years within a radius of thousands of miles, and the old city lord of Tangting City also did his best to cultivate him, and he had all kinds of secret techniques and nourishing pills, but when he was twelve years old, he was only at the third level of the martial arts realm. You are better than your father, you are really better than blue!"

Zhang Jing heard Wu Hui talk about his father's childhood, and her heart was inexplicably warm.

He was separated from his parents when he was two years old, and he had no impression of his parents, and in the past six months, Wu Hui told him about his parents' past from time to time, so that he had more and more understanding of his parents.

Zhang Jing asked, "When my father was twelve years old, was he really only at the third level of the Martial Master Realm?" He remembered that he had already entered the Martial Master Realm at the age of ten.