"You ......" was extremely frightened, and was swept away in public, and his face was also a little unsightly, and he immediately shook his hand stupidly, carrying it behind him, and his eyes were still unscrupulously looking at Yang Xuan, who was smiling and watching the play next to him, a little angry. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"After talking about it for so long, I don't know if the junior brother still wants to listen to the senior brother"

"Oh, but it doesn't hurt to say it."

Qiu Jingtian automatically ignored that he couldn't afford to provoke him now, but he couldn't be sealed by his steps, his face finally softened, and he forced a smile to squeeze out, pretending to be serious.

"Although you have some reputation in the outer door, but this is the inner door, it is better to clamp your tail and be a man, otherwise you will suffer one day"

Bu Feng on the side looked even colder at this time, and he was about to pull out the knife from the sheath as soon as his right hand moved, at this time, Yang Xuan gently patted him on the shoulder, signaling him not to be impulsive, and turned his head to look at Qiu Jingtian suspiciously.

"Then it seems that Senior Brother is indeed deeply touched by this, but your tail has now reached the sky, this ......"

Qiu Jingtian's eyes suddenly became gloomy, his eyes were quite unkind, he was provoked repeatedly, and his heart was already angry, this trip was originally looking for trouble, but he didn't find trouble, but he was ridiculed again and again.

"I heard that Senior Brother Yang Xuan's congenital realm and Bufeng fought to a draw, but now I see that this eloquence is not lost, his ability is very powerful, Senior Brother's skills are itchy, I wonder if Senior Brother can accompany Senior Brother through two moves?"

"If you want to fight, I'll play with you" choked, Bufeng pulled out the knife out of the sheath, and the breath around his body faintly erupted.

Qiu was stunned for a moment, a trace of fear flashed in the depths of his eyes, and he pretended not to hear Bu Feng's words, "Senior Brother Yang Xuan, three days later, on the competition platform of this Heavy Martial Palace, do you dare to come?"

"It's no problem, when the time comes, please ask my brother to teach me how to clamp my tail, oh, by the way, my brother doesn't have a tail, how can I do it"

After that, Yang Xuan didn't care about the hatred on his face, patted the step seal beside him, and the two turned to leave, leaving him alone in the same place, the three souls of anger were out of the body, and his body trembled.

In a wooden house that was slightly more luxurious than the outer door, Yang Xuan and Bu Feng sat opposite the table.

"What's the origin of this hatred?"

"It's just a miscellaneous fish, and the temperament is a little wasteful, and I only know how to bully newcomers and weak people"

Yang Xuan understood, and nodded, "I really don't understand how this kind of person survives in the inner door"

"If it weren't for that person, he would have been beaten to death,"

"Oh, you're talking about ......."

"Qiu Jingyu, the eldest brother of Qiu Jingtian, cultivated to the late stage of metamorphosis, and knew the Tibetan realm in half a step,"

"No wonder he's so arrogant, but it's a little strange, did I provoke him?"

Bu Feng shook his head slightly, "It is said that the original father of the two Qiu brothers was an elder of the sect, and he died in the last session of the flood wilderness experience, and the father of the two of them made a great contribution, making an exception for this Qiu Tiantian to enter the inner gate, as for his brother, he was already a disciple of the inner gate two years earlier."

"Oh, after the martyrs, how can that be?"

"Being able to make an exception to enter the inner door, he is naturally extremely proud, and because of this, he thinks he is powerful, so he often doesn't take others seriously," Bu Feng's tone was gentle, without the slightest ups and downs, so he really didn't take him as a thing.

"Which one can break through through his own efforts, so in the past two years, Qiu Jingtian has repeatedly provoked, winning and losing each other, but every time he fails, he loses miserably, and it is Qiu Jingyu who supports him with a façade, and over time, because he has a brother who has cultivated to a high level, he not only does not know how to converge, but has intensified"

"When I came in last year, I beat him to a half-crippled and said he was bedridden for more than two months before he could get out of bed and walk......

"This ......" Yang Xuan was stunned for a while, daring to feel that he was stained with the light of Bufeng, no wonder there was no warning, and Qiu Jingtian came up to provoke,

"Since you should go, I won't say much, although he is a waste, but after all, he has been in the inner door for many years, and his skills are not weak,"

"Well, I know" Yang Xuan nodded and said, "Even if you are blindly beaten, you can become a master after a few years, not to mention that with the support of an elder brother who knows the Tibetan realm in half a step, there must be a lot of means"

"Well, now that you have cultivated exercises and martial arts, if you really fight, I may not be your opponent, it's no problem to clean up such a waste"

Yang Xuan smiled and didn't speak, Bu Feng was optimistic about him, how could he not be himself, the battle of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the acquisition of the Haoran Xuanjing was giving him incomparable confidence and courage.

After a while, the two didn't talk much, and Bu Feng simply explained the resources and daily life of the inner door and left.

Yang Xuan sat cross-legged on the bed and began to practice that mysterious, supernatural technique, as well as the extremely strange martial art Ink.

"At the beginning of Haoran, Zhenyuan was born from the dantian, traveled through Guan Yuan, the sea of qi, and went up to the middle of the body, with the second network of Ren Du, the main stilt, and the ...... of the founder and the square."

Yang Xuan's mind kept repeating the true element operation method of the Haoran Xuan Sutra, which was a little obscure, but it was not difficult to understand, and if there was a little ridicule, he would understand it after a little thought.

I don't know if it's the relationship between his state of mind or the strange origin of this exercise, he didn't feel any difficulty in practicing at this time, and everything seemed to come naturally.

The original vast moon-white true yuan in the body operated for a week according to the path detailed in the exercises, and it changed a little, and a faint gold was derived from the moon white, but there was no sharp feeling corresponding to metallicness, and it appeared extremely long, a majestic righteousness similar to that revealed by the Haoran Xuanjing scriptures.

About an hour or so later, Yang Xuan finished his work and slowly spit out a mouthful of turbid breath.

"This practice method is different, and he has a clear sense of the control and power of the true element," his expression was joyful, and his heart moved, and a touch of the true element with a faint golden color appeared on his fingertips, flipping and wandering, which was quite interesting.

"This is the power of the Xuanyuan that has changed after the cultivation of the Haoran Xuanjing, looking at its quality, it will surpass the previous True Yuan a lot, but I don't know the first realm, looking for the gap, anything can be achieved"

Letting go of the thoughts in his heart, Yang Xuan closed his eyes again and ran the Haoran Xuanjing, the majestic True Yuan roared and flowed, and after a few weeks, the total amount of pale golden Xuanyuan in the dantian increased a lot again.

"Whew...... It seems that the total amount of true yuan is more laborious, and the conversion is more laborious," Gently wiping away the thin layer of fine sweat on his forehead, Yang Xuan temporarily put down his comprehension and cultivation of the exercises, and the so-called martial arts, the cultivation method of making ink, resurfaced in his mind.

"This is actually a set of swordsmanship, the moment the sword is released, the ink is turned into ink with the true yuan, and the point is scattered to hurt the enemy, with the sword style, there are ink spots through the front, and the meaning of attack is fleeting, the key is that the sword style needs to be matched with the body method, that is, the ink rhyme tassel......"

"This set of martial arts emphasizes casualness, the body is like a tassel, swaying, its momentum is like calligraphy elegant, elegant, and natural...... Well, in that case, the two go well. ”

Continuing to close his eyes and comprehend, he stood in the room with a sword in his hand, testing inch by inch according to the explanation of martial arts, with one eye, Yang Xuan took out the sword, and the pale golden true yuan in his body erupted from the tip of the sword, turning into ink-colored swirls, and the space was all over the four directions.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, the sword in his hand stabbed continuously, endless sword qi vertical and horizontal, and the sound of extremely subtle splitting the air sounded, accompanied by a sudden trembling creak.

"Not good" In an instant, Yang Xuan ran the unfamiliar ink rhyme tassel body method, and his body turned into an ink shadow, and flashed out of the wooden house elegantly.

Yang Xuan's new residence in the inner gate area of the "Boom" fell to the ground with a bang, and the surrounding trees and grass were cut by the sword qi, and all of them were shattered, and there was a mess in the eyes.

Some of the inner brothers who were still in their own rooms heard this movement, and broke out of the door one after another, and then stood in place in a daze, looking at the stunned sword-wielding man with a strange expression.

"He's crazy, why is he demolishing the house?"

"This ...... Yang Xuan, what are you doing?" The person who came was Bu Feng, his residence was not far from here, and with his cultivation and perception, he naturally heard the situation here.

Yang Xuan's face turned slightly red, and he was a little embarrassed...... The practice came, but it didn't ...... I didn't expect it to be like this."

The onlookers had a black line on their heads, and their eyes looking at him were quite unkind, "Huh...... I seem, got into trouble?" Yang Xuan smiled quite awkwardly, and Bu Feng also looked at him helplessly, "There is a fixed quiet room at the inner door, where do you want to cultivate, the environment will be much better than here"

The rest of the onlookers, although they didn't know this kid who was not very peaceful, but the one-armed and cross-sword next to him all knew him, and the genius of the sect who comprehended the sword momentum was almost definitely the candidate for the peak master of the Heavy Prison Peak, and his own strength was also extremely extraordinary.

Now that he and this unlucky guy actually know each other, and the relationship seems to be good, he doesn't pay attention to it at the moment, snorts heavily, and returns to the house.

Yang Xuan looked at the actions of these people lightly, turned his head to Bu Feng and said, "It seems that your light is stained again"

"Let's go to the quiet room, I also need to learn the sword move, together?"

"That'...... What to do here"

"There will be a deacon of the sect to deal with it, you don't have to worry about it"

Yang Xuan nodded, followed him, and walked towards the so-called quiet room.

"There is nothing special about the use of the ashram, it's just a place for the inner disciples to practice their daily exercises, and you can just register it when you come in," Bu Feng said as he motioned for the deacon to register in front of the door of a courtyard made of inky black nameless stones.

"This is made of dark iron fine stone, which is extremely hard, and the senior brothers of the Tibetan realm still have cultivation in it, so don't worry about breaking it if the movement is too big."

"Dark Iron Essence Stone?" Yang Xuan was stunned, he knew this thing, it was the dead ore of the Dark Iron Essence used in the sect when casting swords and other weapons, the so-called dead ore is that although there are some material components, it is difficult to separate them, and can only be used as a building material.

Similar to the Chongwu Gate, a three-grade sect, it is generally used to build quiet rooms, mountain gates and other things, and it is difficult to destroy it by external forces.

After some conversation, Yang Xuan had a general understanding of the rules and characteristics here, and his eyes looked at the row of stone houses with a strange aura, and Shen Nian couldn't feel the aura of cultivation in it at all.

"It's a quiet room, worthy of being cast of dark iron fine stone, and it is indeed extraordinary"

"Okay, one person, one room, let's go in and cultivate" As soon as Bu Feng's voice fell, he had already raised his feet and walked into it, and the stone door was immediately closed, and for a while, it was difficult to perceive his situation.

Yang Xuan shrugged his shoulders indifferently and walked into another room.