Pills and talismans have to be activated with special techniques before they take effect, and the battle belt is to save the time for this excitation, and the disciples of Jinao Island are aggressive, so they invented such a thing.

"Qinglian Sword Song, the master has never practiced it, Ye Ting, you learn by yourself here first. When your acupuncture hole expands tenfold again, you can enter the first door. ”

After Yu Wenxuan said these very irresponsible words, a light disappeared.

Ye Ting opened his mouth, thinking to himself how could I leave!

This is a place for inner disciples to practice and try, and there should be no danger. Ye Ting quickly calmed down and opened the skin. This leather bag is a large storage bag, which is supposed to be used for running materials during the Demon Gate War.

Even with Ye Ting's current size, this thing looks like a giant shield when it is carried.

Ye Ting took a deep breath, untied the original belt, and took off the token of the true disciple of Dragon Control City, and looked at his new battle belt, there was also an inlay position on the left and right, so he put the token on the left. The token space could not be opened, and he could only use the small storage bag, which hung on the right.

Look at the huge skin bag again, the skin bag is dry food and water, plus a lot of bottles and cans, all of which are pills. In addition, there is also a huge bundle of wooden swords, which is used for himself to practice the Qinglian Sword Song, right?

The last thing was a wooden talisman, wrapped in paper. Ye Ting took it out and unfolded it, but it was an open talisman. It is clearly written on the paper that if you want to return to the stone chamber of cultivation and activate the wooden talisman, you can open the bronze gate in the position where you go out.

It turned out to be a key to come back, Ye Ting put the wooden talisman into his storage bag, thought about it, and put the best pills in the huge skin bag in the storage bag. The food originally put in the storage bag was taken out and the space was cleared, leaving only the talisman money and pills.

The piece of metal that Yang Mei gave him, Ye Ting thought about it, and still put it in the storage bag. This way, the storage bag is filled with less than two feet in size.

Ye Ting counted the wooden swords in his skin, and there were three hundred. This wooden sword is not even a talisman, but it has also been refined, and there are formation patterns in it, and when used, it is still a hundred times better than the iron sword of mortals, and it is suitable for monks to practice swords.

Ye Ting sat down on the ground, not willing to drink a small amount of spiritual liquid, he took a piece of dry food, and filled his stomach with water, feeling a little nostalgic for when Jia Chen was by his side.

The stomach was a little full, and Ye Ting took out the Qinglian Sword Song and looked at it calmly. The cover of the sword book is pure cyan, and the four big characters of the iron painting silver hook are written on it - Qinglian Sword Song.

Underneath the four characters, there is a small inscription, vermilion, as thick as blood. The traces of the inscription are simple, and Ye Ting looks at it intently, feeling mysterious and subtle. In the small inscription, it seems to contain the supreme principle of heaven and earth, the supreme avenue.

But what is this inscription?

Ye Ting was a little shocked, because he forgot the words on the inscription as he looked at it, and he couldn't remember a single stroke. This was not something he could do, and Ye Ting immediately gave up watching the inscription. He stroked the cover of the sword book with his hand, and the tentacles were cold. It feels leathery and has a hard metal smell.

Slowly open the cover and turn to the first page.

On the pale yellow paper, there was only one ink mark, three inches long, which crashed into Ye Ting's eyes. Ye Ting seemed to have been hit by a meteor, his body was pressed by an invisible force and he couldn't breathe, his bones gurgled, and layers of sweat oozed from the surface of his skin in an instant. Under this pressure, the nine hundred acupuncture points in his body, along with the ten acupuncture points outside his body, had a strange resonance.

A sword light lit up in Ye Ting's Purple Mansion Consciousness Sea, pure cyan, and the green lotus sensed the appearance of the sword light, and suddenly the petals bloomed, revealing a somewhat languishing soul inside. In Ye Ting's soul, a sword light also flew, and this sword light fused together with the power of time and the pure cyan sword light with a light touch.

The two sword lights fused and returned to Ye Ting's soul, Ye Ting's soul was instantly full, and the consumption from the previous fight against the transparent silk thread was directly replenished.

The nine hundred and ten acupuncture points were still ringing, the green lotus was swaying, and the white lotus silk grew again, passing through the silt, breaking through the Purple Mansion Zhihai, entering the meridians of Ye Ting, and heading towards the acupoints.

Only this time, in the white lotus silk, there was a peerless sword intent.

The sword intent pulsed into all the acupuncture points along the meridian pulse, and as the acupuncture points vibrate, Ye Ting felt that his whole body was shattered by sharp weapons, and then he recovered in an instant, and shattered again.

In a few breaths, the nine hundred and ten acupuncture points were already dyed a cyan. When the oscillation stopped, all the acupuncture points expanded, and they were more than ten times larger than before.

At the same time, Ye Ting also knew the name of this sword move-Qinglian Angry Sea.

When I looked at the sword score again, there were a few more lines of handwriting under an ink mark. The handwriting was extremely arrogant, as if the paper could no longer be restrained and was about to jump out directly.

It reads: In the sixteenth year, the pirates slaughtered Star City, I single-handedly swords, and I was destroyed on the way back, and I realized this sword intent, and it was not too fast!

Ye Ting's chest was full of energy, and he had the urge to look up to the sky and howl. The handwriting also flew up from the paper, turning into images that flowed endlessly in front of him.

A young man in Tsing Yi, holding an iron sword, stepped on the slippery mud and walked forward, one step at a time.

Hundreds of steps ahead, the fierce bandit looked at the young man in surprise, and there was a trace of horror on his face full of anger. Hundreds of bandits under his command were still unconscious, making a laughing motion.

Bandits build a foundation, and young people refine qi!

Ye Ting felt all the details in the picture, and his heartstrings couldn't help but tighten. All the details went through his eyes, the young man was just a handful of mortal iron in his hand, and under the bandit, there were still nineteen condensate scattered cultivators.

The young man's body suddenly gave birth to a monstrous anger. Then his body took up the afterimage, stepped in front of the bandit leader, and drew his sword.

The iron sword pierced through the bandit's eye socket, and a huge green lotus bloomed. Every time the lotus petals spread out, a bandit fell, and the green lotus was released in layers, like a dream.

In less than a breath, hundreds of bandits were all ambushed.

Just a sword, a foundation, nineteen condensate, died at the hands of the young man.

After the killing, the boy laughed and walked away, and the only thing left on the ground was the broken iron sword in his hand. On the iron sword, the cracks like spider webs were dense, until the young man's figure disappeared, it shattered and scattered on the ground, and the broken sword body spread out a lotus flower, which seemed to be still swaying on the blood-stained earth.

While Ye Ting comprehended the sword intent, he also knew the name of this sword-Qinglian Angry Sea.

Ye Ting only found himself at this moment that he was shocked by the young man's anger, and he couldn't exert his strength all over his body, and he collapsed on the ground. This was the true reaction of the body, and in the face of the young man's anger, the body had lost any will to resist.

Only the external acupuncture points can still operate, Ye Ting mobilizes the true qi in the ten acupoints, returns to the body, and impacts the rest of the acupoints. The nine hundred acupuncture points vibrated one by one, gradually transforming into pure cyan, and the lotus patterns inside the acupoints were scattered and growing, expanding all the acupoints again.

This expansion took six hours to stop. The nine-hundred-word mantra was generated in Ye Ting's heart.

Qinglian Sword Song, Qi Refining Chapter.

It is also a chapter on qi refining, with 30,000 words of the Ten Directions Purgatory Dao, and this Qinglian Sword Song is only 900 words. However, the complicated journey of the Qinglian Sword Song far exceeds the Ten Directions Purgatory Dao.

The entry of 30,000 words of the Ten Directions Purgatory Road is rigorous and orderly, and every word is fine.

Qinglian Sword Song 900 Words Introduction, What the Fuck Is This!

Ye Ting seemed to be a bystander, and the nine-hundred-word sword song flowed through his mind, these nine hundred words, the order can also be reversed, and no matter how you read it, it will be smooth! In this way, the changes are innumerable, even if there is an upper limit, it is also the number of sand in the Ganges, relying on manpower to calculate, there is no endless possibility.

Ancestor, do you still let people get started?

Ye Ting felt deeply hurt, such a mantra could humiliate everyone's IQ.

Sword intent, sword intent!

Ye Ting worked hard to stabilize his feelings, and the master let himself condense for two months, and it would definitely not be untargeted. He tried hard to recall the young man's sword, and at the same time took a wooden sword in his hand, and stabbed it like the young man.

This sword stabbed out, and Ye Ting's mind suddenly stabilized completely. He simulated the anger of a young man, but it was plausible, the lotus shadow on his body bloomed directly, and the power dissipated in an instant.

However, he was directly absorbing the sword intent, and there was no way to control the attack, but the acupoints in his body were vibrating, and in the operation of the true qi, Ye Ting had already touched the threshold.

The nine-hundred-word mantra has been streamlined in countless changes, and there are still billions of dollars.

Ye Ting was not excited, he tried his best to recall the picture he had just seen, the pace of the young man, his true qi was running, and he was full of anger. All kinds of details have been imprinted in my heart.

As Ye Ting's imitation became more and more similar, the mantra of this Qi Refining Chapter was reduced to more than 120,000 words by him.

More than 20 days have passed in the blink of an eye. Ye Ting had already reduced the mantra to three thousand six hundred words. At this time, he had already understood that the Qi Refining Chapter of Qinglian Sword Song was really nine hundred words. As long as you comprehend the sword intent, you can learn it quickly. It's just that I don't have much time left.

Therefore, in order to speed up the cultivation process, it is necessary to start taking pills.

Another ten days passed, and Ye Ting ate most of the elixir left by the master in his skin, and only then did he reduce the mantra to nine hundred words. He already knows all the changes in Qinglian's angry sea.

His nine hundred and ten acupuncture points have expanded to the limit, and in each acupoint, lotus patterns are densely covered, penetrating the meridians. The real qi control zhì is already a world of difference from before.

In the back of his head, a green lotus illusion was born and destroyed three times, and then it dissipated.

Outside the copper tripod, Yu Wenxuan sensed the aura emanating from Ye Ting, smiled, and turned to leave. Qinglian Sword Song can't let others guide him, even if he is the owner of Jinao Island, he can't help Ye Ting.

What Cheng Dù can learn, can only rely on Ye Ting himself.

Ye Ting had cultivated the mantra of the Qi Refining Chapter, but before he had mastered the swordsmanship, he picked up the wooden sword again and began to formally practice the Qinglian Angry Sea.

These days of polishing the mantra, Ye Ting's use of Qinglian Nuhai is also thinking repeatedly, and thousands of changes are in his chest.

On his body, anger suddenly exploded, and he took the next step and rushed out of a distance of seven feet.

Rumble!

The wooden sword, which was tougher than fine iron, exploded directly, this time because there were not too many mistakes in his accumulation, and the power contained in the wooden sword had exceeded his own expectations. The sword intent was out of control, the wooden sword couldn't bear it, the sawdust flew, and more than a hundred pieces were directly pierced into Ye Ting's body.

One of them, stuck above his eyelids, almost injuring his eyeballs.