The furnishings in the meditation room are not distinctive, they are very ordinary, a table, a chair and a stone bed, but the vacant space is very large, and it is estimated that it is used for practice. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Yang Xuan sat cross-legged on the bed, running the Haoran Xuan Sutra to calm his mind, there is no way to practice martial arts in a restless state, and there is even a danger of going mad, but fortunately, this exercise is extremely miraculous, and the effect on people's mood is extraordinary.

For a long time, he stood in the clearing, holding the sword in his hand, closing his eyes and thinking, in the wooden house before, although his sword style was sharp, he always felt that there was something missing, which seemed to be somewhat contrary to the artistic conception of the ink's moves.

"The sword move should match the body technique, so ......"

In an instant, Yang Xuan's figure began to blur, changing irregularly from front to back, left and right, and gradually, a string of faint ink-colored streamers pulled out behind him, which became even more ethereal.

"It turns out that this is the origin of the name of the Moyun tassel," as soon as he thought of this, Yang Xuan slightly let go of his control over his body, and under the surging of True Yuan, the Nuoda Quiet Room was covered with his shadow, which looked a little messy.

After a while, all the phantoms froze suddenly, and in the next moment, a huge momentum rose up, looking solemn, awe-inspiring and majestic.

Suddenly, the ink-colored light swept the sky, like an introduction, and after the ink spots was a cold sword light, piercing out again and again with endless edges, and the entire quiet room resounded in a continuous explosion.

Looking at the middle of the ink dots, Yang Xuan held the sword and moved, one by one the movements were like flowing water, and it was like a master of magic struggling to write a book, the blade of the sword silently crossed the mysterious arc, and in a trance, it seemed to be divided into tens of millions of figures, each of whom wrote a hand-me-down.

There was another sudden stagnation, the light and shadow dissipated, the air shook violently, and the sword light was like a half moon, stirring with a faint ink-colored true element, which was really like a stroke, whistling and shooting.

Bang into the surrounding walls, if the stone bed of the tables, chairs and stones in the quiet room was not made of the same material of dark iron stone, I believe it must be an extremely embarrassing scene now.

Yang Xuan took the beckons and stood up, calmed down his breath slightly, and looked at the dust and a few tiny gravels in the room with a surprised expression, "Sure enough, getting ink requires the matching of body techniques to exert the greatest power, but this is too costly for the true yuan."

He was not very satisfied, if the power of his move was seen by others, he would definitely be surprised that his jaw fell, as the old man of the Tibetan Scripture Hall said, as a kind of martial art, it is extremely difficult to master, not to mention that Yang Xuan has just entered the realm of metamorphosis, and even a few geniuses in the realm of knowledge and Tibet among the core disciples have rarely cultivated this martial art.

Not to mention that it is so powerful, it's not that this thing is bad, it's really too demanding for the user's state of mind.

However, since ancient times, how many cultivators have been able to practice martial arts? Yang Xuan is really an exception, there are no factional disputes in his heart, although he is not enough to do it casually, but he does choose the path according to his own preferences, and the mistake really gave him a deeper understanding of this ink martial art.

In terms of exercises, Haoran Xuanjing emphasizes neutrality and peace, faintly revealing the kind of pampering and awe-inspiring bearing of the bachelor, although it is not like other exercises that have their own biased styles and attributes, but there is no doubt that this is the most suitable for Yang Xuan.

Touching the threshold, the next cultivation will naturally come naturally.

As the sun rises and sets, Yang Xuan simply stays in the quiet room, constantly getting familiar with the ink, and meditates cross-legged as soon as the true yuan is exhausted, running the Haoran Xuan Sutra.

In this way, the reserves of the True Yuan became more and more vast, and the pale golden True Yuan in the dantian gradually had a viscous tendency, and Yang Xuan's cultivation when he first entered the realm of Transformation became more stable.

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For about the third day spent in the ashram, there was a rare silence, except for the faint sound of the blade cutting through the air, which lasted for about a quarter of an hour.

Suddenly, the subtle sound instantly became louder, like thunder, and the originally dimly lit quiet room suddenly became a sword light, and the cold blade flashed with cold light, accompanied by the buzz of the air, resounding continuously.

The half-moon-shaped ink-colored sword reappeared, one and two at the beginning, and the incarnation of ten million, roaring, slashing on the hard stone walls around it, scraping off some fragments, and then being blown away by the true yuan stirred by the sword-style martial arts.

For a while, the entire quiet room was filled with rolling smoke and dust, which was very fierce.

After a while, the sword style condensed, and the word "Dou Da Ink" appeared three feet in front of Yang Xuan, the font was vigorous, but it was only for a moment, and then slowly dissipated, it seemed that it was actually the powder scraped off the dark iron essence stone.

At the moment when the words disappeared, Yang Xuan's body suddenly moved, and in a few breaths, it turned into an afterimage, densely packed, filling the entire room, and in the transformation of the body shape that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, drops of viscous ink dots scattered out, passing through the afterimage without warning, and shooting on the wall.

Then there was an extremely loud sound of gold and iron, and the sound of tremors rang frequently, and after a few breaths, it fell silent again.

Yang Xuan stood quietly in place, his face was sad or joyless, as if the shocking scene just now had nothing to do with him, he indifferently looked at the iron sword that was broken into a few sections, and finally changed his expression, and said with a wry smile.

"After all, mortal iron can't shake the Xuantie essence stone, even though I have already restrained a lot of strength."

"Looks like we need to find a weapon, but ......"

Yang Xuan had something to say, but he paused strangely, his eyes fell on the scattered pieces of iron on the ground, and his expression was extremely strange.

"I don't know if it's the reason for this move, I always feel that the sword doesn't seem to fit the artistic conception perfectly......" Having said that, Yang Xuan was still quite satisfied with the results of his cultivation in the past few days.

In other words, if it weren't for the fact that this exercise and martial arts were more suitable for him, and his comprehension was extraordinary, it would have been absolutely impossible to achieve such an achievement in just three days, after all, cultivation is not the same as a joke, and the three of comprehension, root, bone, and luck are indispensable.

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During the period of Yang Xuan's retreat and cultivation, Qiu Jingtian, as always, spread the news that he was going to fight Yang Xuan.

As a pretentious miscellaneous fish, Qiu Jingtian didn't take anyone seriously, especially the senior brothers who were also inner doors, and he often didn't consider the consequences when he did so.

Just like now, he had begun to fantasize about his quick victory, and when he trampled Yang Xuan under his feet, that crippled and ugly face, and the envious and adoring eyes of the rest of the people.

Although in reality, most of the inner disciples are disdainful of themselves, but because of that powerful brother, he still has a group of followers who are also lacking in talent and only know how to flatter, commonly known as the little brother.

"Shocking boss, that Yang Xuan doesn't know where to hide, in my opinion, he may be afraid of you"

"That's it, except for Brother Jingyu, who dares to refute our boss's face,"

"That step seal cripple relies on the support of the sect, and dares to take such a heavy hand on our boss"

"Damn, sooner or later, one day, the boss will beat him so much that he doesn't even know his mother,"

"That's right, let's start with that Yang Xuan now, isn't he the closest to that cripple, hum"

A separate courtyard in the inner gate is Qiu Jingtian's residence, and it is also specially arranged by Zongmen Nian in his father's exploits, Qiu Jingtian sat on the old man's chair very casually, swaying back and forth, and happily listened to the little brother next to him slap the horse, looking very proud.

Suddenly, when he heard Bu Feng's name, he gritted his teeth hatefully, his face was a little unsightly, and he felt his cheeks hot when he pulled down his face to inquire about Yang Xuan's reality at the door of the Chongwu Palace.

"Grass, how could Lao Tzu do such a thing, it's really damn" But that Bufeng still stated to him in the tone of an elder treating a junior, and he also educated himself at the end of his life.

"Damn, let me show you, how Yang Xuan, a rookie who just entered the inner door, was beaten to the ground by me and begged for mercy" He thought in his heart, touched the disc-shaped thing in his arms, and a smug look appeared on his face again.

"There is a floating mirror given to me by my eldest brother, Lao Tzu has won this time"

The little brother who surrounded the city saw his boss's face change, from shame to ruthlessness, and then to ecstasy, and he was not touting it, but one of them asked lightly.

"Boss, some disciples said that when they saw that kid going to the quiet room, it seemed that he wanted to practice some secret method, and he even demolished his house before."

"Oh?" Qiu raised his eyebrows, looking interested.

Seeing the boss's move, the little brother glanced at the others next to him proudly, and said again with great interest, "I heard that he practiced some powerful moves, sword qi staggered, but he couldn't control it, not only demolished the house, but also destroyed the trees and flowers, which made some of the senior brothers living next to him very unhappy, if it wasn't for the step seal by his side at that time, he would have been taught a lesson."

"Hmph, relying on other people's waste, it's really dirty to fight with him"

"Hey, hey, what the boss said,"

"By the way, my fight with him is about tomorrow afternoon, how is the news going?"

"Don't worry, boss, everything is under control, if this Yang Xuan doesn't dare to go, in the inner door, don't think about going down"

"Okay, well done, go back and ask my brother to get you some Yunyuan Dan, oh, I almost forgot, Yang Xuan's one will be given to you"

The little brother was overjoyed when he heard this, bowed down again and again to thank him, and almost knelt down "Boss Xie's reward, Boss Xie, haha" The rest of the people around him looked envious, and they began to pat themselves on the back in a hurry, but Qiu Jingtian has been very little interested.

What they don't know is that he himself feels inaccurate about taking such a risk to spread the news, although he is too conceited, but he is not stupid, and the freak who walks with Bufeng is either amazingly powerful or unique.

This Yang Xuan seems to be a weak scholar, and he should belong to the latter, but he can't take it lightly, but this is the reason why he went to great lengths to ask for a spiritual treasure from his eldest brother, a floating mirror.

Thinking that in tomorrow's competition, he will suppress his opponent with absolute superiority and win, Qiu Jingtian's face is uncontrollable.

"Everything is ready, just wait for tomorrow that Yang Xuan will throw himself into the net, hehehehe"