In the evening, Yang Xuan was alone in his wooden house, soaking in the medicinal bath, although there was no need to carry out that kind of hellish cultivation, but this kind of medicinal bath was the preferential treatment of the sect for disciples below the mortal realm, in addition to the effect on the flesh and blood of the muscles and bones was more obvious, it also had a certain warming effect on the true qi of the innate realm cultivators, so it was better than nothing. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Xuan, who had his eyes closed, seemed to be trying to rush the pulse, since his cultivation reached the middle stage of the innate realm, the twelve meridians had all been penetrated, only the eight veins of the Qi Sutra had progressed slowly, and the cultivation of the Qi cultivation technique for so many days of actual combat was only able to penetrate the four Chong, Belt and Yin and Yang stilt veins, as for the Yin Dimensional Pulse, Yang Dimensional Pulse and Ren Du Second Pulse, several attempts were fruitless.

However, the true qi in the body has made great progress through the penetration of these meridians, and if the true qi at the beginning of the innate is hair, then now it is like the thickness of an ordinary person's arm.

The most important thing is that Yang Xuan's control of this true qi has improved a lot, and he can freely use it against the enemy, slashing out a sword qi that is more powerful than Fang Tang in the cottage.

After a while, Yang Xuan finished his work and looked at the roof in a daze.

"Who is that young man, his cold attitude is very similar to Xing Sen, and the momentum is the same. ”

After thinking for a long time, the water in the wooden barrel was cold, Yang Xuan quickly got up and wiped it off, put on his clothes and used his fists and kicks on the spot, this feeling of improving every day made him obsessed to the limit.

"Tuk Tuk" A gentle knock sounded on the door, Yang Xuan opened the door, but it was Ning Yue.

"What are you doing?"

Yang Xuan pointed to the wooden barrel in the house, "I just finished soaking in the medicinal bath, what's wrong" The ten-day trip to the arena made him and this little girl form a deep friendship, and the two of them were always together on weekdays, exchanging some problems in the movement and cultivation pulse.

"Someone saw the step seal and seemed to be very interested in you. ”

"Bufeng, who is that" Yang Xuan was very puzzled.

"It is said that he once appeared in the arena, one-armed, and made a knife you haven't seen before?"

"One-armed, could it be him?"

"So you know?"

Yang Xuan paused, his expression was full of thought, and after a while, he slowly replied, "No, I've only seen it once, what is the origin of this step seal?"

Ning Yue was a little surprised, and then reacted that Yang Xuan had only been in the sect for less than a year.

"Bu Feng and I are one of the same disciples who entered the Chongwu Sect to cultivate, and the talent is very good, and now I am a disciple of the Mortal Realm, and I have entered the inner gate directly without going through the qualifying competition."

"So powerful, why haven't I seen him in the martial arts arena or the arena?"

"The two places you mentioned are the places of our outer disciples, and the circle of the inner disciples is different from ours, and the venues are also different, of course you won't see them."

Yang Xuan suddenly realized, no wonder he had not seen any disciples above the Mortal Realm who had cultivated above the Mortal Realm in addition to Xiao Mingliang and Xing Sen on this Heavy Prison Peak.

"And it is said that when he was a child, there was an accident in his family and he broke his arm, but he also developed his indifferent and calm temperament, and his comprehension is also extremely high, and he is the second genius in the entire Chongwu Sect to comprehend the sword posture in addition to our peak master, even if his sword posture is not complete."

"The knife momentum, that is really powerful" Yang Xuan was stunned, Xing Sen's terrifying knife momentum that almost made him have no power to fight back still seems to be vividly remembered, leaving a deep impression on him.

"Well, when he entered the Chongwu Sect, we practiced together, who knew that he had already stepped into the innate in less than half a year, and that hellish training seemed like a joke to him, and it seemed that he had already experienced it."

"And after half a year, when I stepped on the innate peak, when I was fighting with others, every move and style had an indescribable domineering momentum, and at that time I remembered that the peak masters appeared, and they were very surprised."

"Not long after, he broke through to the Transformation Fan, it is said that when he broke through, he was accompanied by a vision, as if he heard the peak master say what the Transformation was and what the Transformation Fan was" Ning Yue tried to recall, but it seemed that Xing Sen was ominous about this at that time, and she naturally couldn't remember it clearly.

"What's going on?" Yang Xuan frowned slightly, thinking about the memories in his mind, but there was no clue.

"That's right, anyway, his strength is very strong, and his cultivation is a lot higher than you, if you don't do it, you will lose"

Yang Xuan restrained his thinking expression and smiled freely, "It's not the first day we met, when I just came to the stage to compete, I didn't lose every day, what's this?"

After a pause, "I don't have to go through a cold bone, that plum blossom is fragrant, I enjoy this process, I like this kind of clear body, the wonderful feeling of being reasonable, in fact, what I'm really afraid of is that he is not strong enough"

Ning Yue looked at Yang Xuan, who looked like a madman, speechless for a long time, and the hope and fanaticism in his eyes didn't seem to be pretending, "You can't be understood, madman"

After speaking, Ning Yue rolled his eyes and turned to leave, leaving Yang Xuan alone and looking forward to "Defeat me, let me see the gap between me and you geniuses"

It was late at night, Yang Xuan had nothing to control, and the true qi in his body slowly ran spontaneously along the meridians that had been penetrated, and from time to time there was a trace of warmth, which was extremely comfortable.

"Is Daddy okay?" Yang Xuan's gaze seemed to extend through thousands of miles of land to that small border country, "I don't know what season Daluo is in Chongwumen, I really hope it's winter, so that my parents can be reunited."

With a casual sigh, he touched the pillar stone jade pendant he wore on his chest, from the time he left the Taoist to now for more than a year, this thing has never left his body, maybe he can rely on it as a token, miss his parents.

Daluo Dynasty, Zhennan Palace.

The cold wind gusted, and a thick layer accumulated in the courtyard of the palace, and several small servants in cotton clothes cleaned inch by inch, as if the action was heavy, disturbing the quiet and bleak atmosphere.

In Ning Xin Garden, Yang Wenchang hugged his wife Li Yiru from behind, stood in front of the window, watched the winter scenery, and gently wiped away the snowflakes that the wind blew on her shoulders.

"Thinking about Xuan'er again?"

Li Yiru nodded lightly, "Xuan'er has been here for more than a year, I don't know how he is doing outside, whether it is bitter or sweet" After saying that, his expression was a little lonely, and his Danfeng eyes gradually moistened.

Yang Wenchang also sighed faintly, and gently patted his wife's shoulder, "Don't worry, Xuan'er has grown up, I believe he will handle it himself, how can my Yang Wenchang's son be average"

"Poof" Husband's confident answer made Li Yiru burst into tears and smiled, nodded, restrained the sadness on her face, and thought in her heart, "Xuan'er, you are the pride of your mother and father, those mothers who cultivate the Tao don't understand, and your mother can only pray for you every day at home, bless you with a smooth road ahead, and live a long ......."

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In the early morning of the second day, after Yang Xuan finished his regular training, he came to the competition platform early, but he didn't expect that although it was still early, it was already overcrowded.

Obviously, his previous process of learning and progressing through competition had set a great example for the entire Chongwu Sect Outer Sect disciples.

"It's crazy, it's crazy."

"Eh, really, or are you here to fight?"

"It's for sure, and only he can hold on,"

"Hey, everyone, pay attention, the market will open in a while, everyone is ready to score, and the small bet is pleasant."

Seeing Yang Xuan enter, the disciples who had watched the battle for the past two weeks suddenly exploded, and some even took him as a gambling object, and they also earned a lot of points during this time.

Yang Xuan didn't care at all, his eyes fell on the black-clothed figure who was slowly walking on the stage behind the crowd, one-armed, one-handed, one-handed, and his momentum was still domineering, Haoran.

"Who's that, that's cool"

"Hmm, Bufeng, didn't you enter the inner door, why did you come here?"

"What? The genius of the inner door?"

......

Yang Xuan's ears automatically ignored the answers of others, and he didn't stop at his feet, and walked towards the stone platform.

"What is the madman doing here? Compare yourself to him? Challenge the inner door?"

"This is impossible, the cultivation is a big realm behind, how can it be compared?"

"That is, the genius of the inner gate still has the support of exercises and martial arts, and the madman is really crazy?"

......

The crowd suddenly quieted down a lot, and all eyes were on Yang Xuan, watching him walk up to the stone platform step by step, standing opposite to the black-clothed young man, and the big guys were all irrepressible exclaims.

"Oh my God, it's true?"

"It's open, it's open, Bufeng pays 0.5, Yang Xuan loses 4, eh, this brother, can you be interested in joining the gambling game"

"Count me in, I'll buy ten points, uh...... Yang Xuansheng"

"And me, and me, I'll buy five"

"Hey, a bunch of fools, that Bu Feng is an inner disciple, not to mention that there must be a metamorphosis realm, how to fight this, I will buy fifty points, Bu Feng wins"

As soon as this person finished speaking, everyone who had bought Yang Xuan to win before was a little panicked, and their hearts were all pulled together, and the rest of the disciples who did not participate in gambling heard this argument, and they all bet to buy Bufeng, and they were very proud for a while

On the table.

"You really didn't disappoint me," Bu Feng seemed extremely happy.

"You're a little surprising to me, too"

"Oh?"

"I entered the inner gate after only one year of cultivation, and I realized that the entire Heavy Martial Sect only had the sword momentum comprehended by the peak master of the Heavy Prison Peak,"

"You know me?"

"I don't know, I just heard someone say it last night"

"Then you dare to come?"

Yang Xuan was stunned when he heard this, and replied strangely, "Why don't you dare, are you a flood beast?"

This time it was Bu Feng's turn to be speechless, and then smiled faintly, "You are very interesting"

"Interesting? No, it's a matter of attitude, I, Yang Xuan, am not afraid of failure when I get on the fighting platform, but you, are you strong enough" Yang Xuan's words At this point, the divine light in his eyes suddenly bloomed, and the tide-like fanaticism and expectation were naked in Bu Feng's eyes.

Bu Feng raised his eyebrows, let the empty sleeve tube swing with the wind, and a rare smile appeared on his face again, "I don't know if I'm strong enough, but I have to try to know"

Seeing Yang Xuan's somewhat restrained fanaticism, he spoke again, "My realm is one level higher than you, this is not fair, I don't need Zhenyuan in today's competition, let me see your strength"

Yang Xuan shrugged his shoulders indifferently, drew his sword out of its sheath, and pointed at the stone platform under his feet with the tip of the sword, looking at him with burning eyes.

As soon as the words of "take the move" fell, he suddenly accelerated his speed, his body approached at great speed, and he stabbed straight through the chest with his sword, and his momentum was once extraordinary.

Bufeng's smile was still hanging on the corner of his mouth, his intact right hand gently rubbed the steel knife on his waist, his thumb was raised, and an extremely clear voice sounded in an instant, only to see that the blade was exposed about half an inch, and the cold light flashed, and suddenly a domineering momentum rose.

The crowd watching the battle under the arena heard a stirring spirit, and the scene of thousands of people actually fell into a brief silence.