Ye Ting endured the pain, pulled the wooden thorns out of his body one by one, swallowed the healing pill, and sat down on the ground. He didn't understand how the sword could get out of control.

Fortunately, it is a wooden sword, although it is tough, it is not sharp enough, if it is an iron sword, this time his eyes will be useless.

Ye Ting didn't know that if it weren't for his strong soul, he wouldn't have been able to release this half move. That young man was the Lord of Jinao Island, and although he was only at the realm of the Qi Refining Period back then, his divine sense power was amazingly strong.

Ye Ting's soul is strong, but it is inconvenient to communicate with the outside world, and the release of divine consciousness is limited, so his ability to control zhì is naturally far inferior to that of the Jinao Island Lord back then.

If the total amount of his divine consciousness was a lake, what could be placed outside the Purple Mansion was only equivalent to a few faucets.

There is still a month to go, if you can't cultivate into the Qinglian Angry Sea, your ability to learn in the Northern Wilderness will not be able to fight with the demon beasts that are equivalent to the consummation of qi refining.

The realm is not equal to combat effectiveness, even if you are the realm of building a foundation, you can't spell, you can't use weapons, and you will suffer in the face of rough skin and thick demon beasts.

Ye Ting gritted his teeth, took the second wooden sword, and started over.

Before Qinglian Fuhai came out of the sword, at the same time as the anger erupted, the true qi in the acupuncture hole was compressed at the same time. This time, he slowed down the speed of his true qi compression by nine times, and once again cast the Blue Lotus Fury Sea.

In the quiet room, there was a loud noise again, Ye Ting's arms were crossed in front of him, and more than a dozen wooden thorns penetrated the muscles and had already hit the bones. If his body hadn't been strengthened, his bones would have been cracked apart by sawdust.

The speed of the true qi slows down, and it is still uncontrollable, there must be something wrong!

Ye Ting was sullen and pulled out the wooden thorns, swallowed the pill, and meditated and rested.

In his heart, he replayed the process of the young man's sword stabbing out, all the true qi was running without fault, and the rhythm of the Qinglian Sword Song was right. Ye Ting didn't know how powerful his soul was, and thought that such a memory and imitation were very easy.

He just thought in his heart, I am so slow, I can't imitate it, in that battle, such a fast speed, how can I explode the true qi of my whole body in a sword, and still be able to control it freely?

The picture was finally frozen at the moment when the iron sword was shattered, and Ye Ting suddenly understood where his sword song was wrong.

He was trying to forcibly control the operation of his true qi, and the young man clearly released this sword in accordance with the artistic conception of the sword song. He tried to manipulate every true qi and form that wonderful lotus pattern in the sword. And the young man's sword is like planting a seed, and then it is just fertilizing and watering.

If that's the case, he can definitely release the Qinglian Fury Sea, but he can't control it as freely as that young man. Moreover, the boy's attack, the previous sword song's anger, completely suppressed the strongest of the enemies.

What I didn't learn was the outburst of anger, and if anger didn't suppress the enemy, the enemy would have a chance to block the sword attack. As long as you give the enemy a chance, then you will be the one who dies. After all, the Qi refining period is the lowest storage among the monks, and if the swordsmanship fails, everything is over.

Ye Ting is not depressed now, if he gets the cheats, he will be invincible in the world, and he will still practice hard.

Ye Ting opened the first page of the Qinglian Sword Song again to see the ink mark. This time, the feeling is completely different. The acupuncture points in the body are closed one by one, as if they are breathing.

Ye Ting found that he couldn't accumulate too much anger!

Anger this kind of feeling, he has been missing since he was a child, and after his soul is complete, because the memories of the past have been taken away, Ye Ting only has a small memory of the previous life, and he has not changed much, that kind of memory, there is some separation.

And in this life, born in the Northern Wilderness, anger is a meaningless thing.

During the siege of Caishenke, only four of his village mates died, and he did not feel any anger. Setting a trap and taking people's blood ginseng is the price that must be paid.

Jiaolong wants to eat himself in exchange for sending the three of Wolf Creek across the river, he is not angry, even if this is an unfair transaction, and the other party may break the promise at any time.

It is you who are willing to go up to the dragon altar, and you deserve to become a sacrifice yourself.

On that day, the young man in brocade beat Wolf Creek......

Ye Ting felt a trace of anger, in his Purple Mansion Consciousness Sea, the memories of the first ten lives in the mud resonated, he himself had no intuition, but deep in his soul, there was the anger of being taken away from the Great Dao.

Anger, caused by Wolf Creek, resonated with the memories of his previous life, Ye Ting took the third wooden sword, and ran around the wall of this quiet room in one breath, exceeding the limit of his speed, and this process also compressed the true qi in his acupuncture to the extreme.

Stand in my way, hinder my immortality?

No, this anger is not enough.

Wolf Creek is innocent, has the ability, and comes at me!

The wooden sword in Ye Ting's hand made a fierce explosion, but it didn't really explode. He felt the anger in the ink. This anger has not lost its mind, and the change of true qi has never been so clear and thorough.

The true qi in the nine hundred and ten apertures was compressed to the limit of his ability, and instead of exploding, it stabbed out with a sword. The power in the sword was released, blooming layer upon layer, and suddenly lost control on the way and exploded.

Only this time, Ye Ting was not harmed, he was in the center of the explosion, and the sawdust did not fly towards his body. Rather, it is bypassed, like catkins meeting a tree, turning in the wind, naturally.

Ye Ting stood in place, without joy or sorrow.

Is partial success considered a success? No, I still failed. Although this sword is very powerful, if it is used against the enemy, I am afraid that it will cause heavy damage to the enemy in the condensation period, but the problem is that after the first sword, my true qi is consumed eighty percent, and I can no longer use the attack of the second sword.

Moreover, the power of this sword blooms layer by layer, and the process of decreasing power is not under one's control, if the enemy's position is not at the attack point, the power of this sword will be wasted, and it can only threaten one target at most.

The young man in the sword spectrum killed more than 300 people with one sword, what kind of manipulation ability was that! The two opposing feelings of anger and calmness were combined, and there was not a single gap.

Twenty-seven days to go.

Since he was no longer injured, Ye Ting sped up the speed of sword practice, and the wooden swords were shattered in his hands one by one, and when the two hundred and seventy-seven wooden swords were destroyed, he finally used the Qinglian Angry Sea completely.

In the skin, except for the healing pills, the rest of the pills have bottomed out, and there is less than one bottle left.

President Ye sighed, this time it took another six days. There are twenty-one days left before the master's request. And his own Qinglian Angry Sea is just barely getting started.

The boy in the sword spectrum can distribute the attack power according to the strength of the enemy. His anger was pure, and it didn't take more than a breath to erupt. When that anger is released, it is like a deep sea suddenly roaring, which can make the enemies of the foundation realm lose their minds.

If it weren't for that, the foundation monk would be able to resist it by placing a defensive talisman casually.

And what about oneself? The goal of this sword can only be one. It's not impossible to release the lotus petals layer by layer, but unfortunately you can't control the next round of attacks, unless the enemy stands still, there is always a target to be hit.

There is a special power in the anger of the young man. Ye Ting recalled carefully, and suddenly remembered the passage on the sword book.

In the sixteenth year, the pirates slaughtered Star City, and I singled out my sword, destroying it on the way back, and realizing this sword intent, it was not too fast!

Ye Ting suddenly realized that the young man's anger arose because of the bandits slaughtering the city. He went alone with a sword, without hesitation, and the injustice in his chest was so pure, without impurities.

This anger comes from the human heart, not from the way of heaven. How can Heaven care if you live or die as mortals?

Daomen cultivates Heaven's will, and Demon Men cultivates Hongchen!

The boy is not a chivalrous man, but a true demon in the world. The sword stabbed down, without mercy or pathos. I just take it for granted! What I'm going to do, no one can stop it!

The essence of the Qinglian Angry Sea is to cultivate this pure anger.

Now that Ye Ting understood the direction, his soul had also absorbed the sword intent of Qinglian Fuhai, and it would be much easier to cultivate again. It's just that his ability to control is a shortcoming after all, and the time to stimulate anger is as long as three breaths. If this process is shortened, the anger will not be enough, and the power of the sword move will be reduced, and it will not be able to deter the enemy.

But as long as the path is right, it is only a matter of time before he improves his swordsmanship, Ye Ting fused his anger into his sword intent, polished it repeatedly, and spent another three days before he put down this style of swordsmanship and went to see the second page of the Qinglian Sword Song.

The second page, can't be opened?

Ye Ting was not disappointed, the first page of the first page of entry, it consumed forty-two days of his time. Even if he could turn the second page, he wouldn't have time to study.

Besides, the second page may be a practice mantra for the condensation period, and it is useless to read it.

Forget it, there are still eighteen days left, and to complete the next three tasks, you have to try to advance the condensate. Ye Ting felt that there was too little time, so he didn't continue to practice swordsmanship.

The Ten Directions Purgatory Dao Qi Refining Chapter has been completed, and so has the Qinglian Sword Song Qi Refining Chapter, and the nine hundred and ten acupuncture points have been expanded to the extreme. All the acupuncture points turned into pure cyan, and the lotus patterns inside were propped up, just like the meridians in the acupoints, and the adjustment ability was subtle to the extreme.

Ye Ting felt that he was still a little bit behind, and now he could condense the liquid, which just made him a little insufficient.

Ye Ting sorted out the things around him, the food and water in the skin bag could last for twenty days, and the remaining pills were four and a half bottles. There are twenty-three wooden swords left, and one wooden talisman for returning.

In the storage bag, there was a piece of metal given to him by Yang Mei, a white jade rune coin, nineteen purple gold rune coins, and five hundred general talisman coins. A pot of artificially refined spiritual liquid, a bottle of Yang Demon Show Divine Pill, there are only three in it. This is the best of all the pills. Then there are medicines like the Yunling Pill and the Heavenly Demon Tonifying Divine Pill. Thirty-six bottles, large and small.

The same pills are also divided into grades, and this time Yu Wenxuan gave him the best of the same pills, but one bottle is no longer ten or twelve, there are at most three pills in all pill bottles, and at least only one.

These pills can all be used in battle, so they were separated by Ye Ting and kept for trials.

It's a pity that the storage bag is too small, the space inside is less than two feet long, wide and high, and the wooden sword is five feet long, so it can't fit in. Unless Ye Ting condenses, he can open his own token space. The token space of the true disciple is one zhang in size, and Ye Ting's one is three zhang, and the spear can also be put in.

Now that food and water have to be left outside, it is not convenient to carry a skin bag to the trial. Twenty-three wooden swords, Ye Ting thought about bringing seven, six were tied with the original belt, carried on his back, and after holding a wooden sword in his hand, Ye Ting pushed open the first bronze gate.