Lin Qu slowly withdrew his internal force into the dantian, relieved the turbidity in his chest, and slowly opened his eyes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info then a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and then his slender right hand stretched out from his sleeve, and the internal force in his body was agitated, and the thousands of wisps of internal force in the meridians turned into a cold sword qi that struck out from his fingertips, instantly hitting the futon in front of him.

When Lin Qu used this trick, the whole house seemed to be cold in winter, the cold was pressing, and the temperature of the whole house dropped a little. The sword qi that hit the futon left a deep sword mark on it, and a thin layer of hoarfrost covered the surface of the futon.

Seeing the effect of his blow, Lin Qu's hazy face showed a look of joy. The cold ice sword pointed that his frost duel move was finally practiced today, although now Lin Qu used this blow to consume most of his internal strength, but the joy in his heart could not be concealed.

After half a ring, Lin Qu calmed down his restless heart, looked at the empty houses around him, and Lin Qu's calm eyes couldn't help but flash a smug look.

The whole house is located in the belly of the mountain, it is a secret room made of granite by hollowing out the mountain, and the door is made of a huge whole bluestone slab.

This kind of practice room can give cultivators a good cultivation environment and prevent them from being disturbed while cultivating. This kind of secret room is something that ordinary disciples like Zhao Ping can't enjoy, and Lin Qu has won the favor of the deputy master of the king with his flattering skills over the years, so he ordered Lin Qu to be equipped with this secret room.

Ma Li touched the wall twice, opened the mechanism, the heavy bluestone slab slowly rose, and walked outside, Wu De, who had been waiting on the side, immediately handed over a warm handkerchief. Lin Qu took the handkerchief, wiped his face casually, and returned the handkerchief to Wu De.

Wu De was brought over by Lin Qu some time ago, running errands for himself, and serving before and after the saddle. Correspondingly, Lin Qu would give Wu De some cultivation care from time to time. Wu De is good at slapping horses, and he serves Zhou Zhou is Tao of Lin Qu, and Lin Qu is extremely satisfied with this.

"By the way, what's the recent situation with Zhao Waste, have you done what I told you to do?"

"Senior Brother Lin, just put ten thousand hearts, I have already taken care of Deacon Qian in private in your name, and Zhao Ping's kid will not have a good time. ”

"Well, that's good. This is very well done, don't worry, your reward will not be less. ”

After receiving Lin Qu's reply, Wu De immediately bowed down flatteringly and thanked him.

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The dense deep forests on both sides block the rugged mountain road, and a figure on the bluestone steps is walking up step by step, this person is Zhao Ping, who is unhurriedly making sundries.

A burden carries a full bucket at both ends, if you look closely, what is amazing is that on this rugged mountain road, the bucket carried by Zhao Ping did not overflow a drop of water, and the double bucket followed Zhao Ping steadily.

Zhao Ping, who lowered his head, didn't say a word, walked at a slow pace, and there was no sweat on his face covered by his hair, but Zhao Ping didn't want to speed up, and walked towards the mountain with his body swaying from side to side. If someone with a heart observes carefully, they will find that Zhao Ping's pace has a wonderful pattern, and the whole figure looks a little ethereal.

Slowly pouring the water from the bucket into the bucket, looking up at the sun, Zhao Ping estimated that the task should have been completed by now. After placing the utensils for carrying water, a sharp look flashed in Zhao Ping's eyes.

In order not to let others discover his abnormality, Zhao Ping went on business as usual every day, completed his work at a fixed time every day as usual, and then ran alone to the hidden valley found in the back mountain to cultivate. With the daily cultivation, Zhao Ping's strength became stronger and stronger than before, but Zhao Ping also found a serious problem, that is, he could not adapt well to the sudden surge of power, and often destroyed the surrounding things because of the soaring power, fortunately, Zhao Ping was silent, and everyone didn't care, but he was not discovered by others.

In order to better adapt to the strength of the body, Zhao Ping honed himself by carrying water, so that the bucket full of water would not overflow after picking up the mountain from the bottom of the mountain, and on the way up the mountain, Zhao Ping also practiced the footwork. With Zhao Ping's cultivation, the carefree footwork has a feeling of approaching Dacheng, and there is a carefree and ethereal artistic conception between the whole person's walking

Returning to the cabin he built alone, not long after he was injured, Zhao Ping bribed Deacon Qian and moved out of the residence of the outer disciple alone, in order to prevent others from discovering abnormalities when he was cultivating. Maybe Zhao Ping's money played a role, or maybe it was poor Zhao Ping's experience, Deacon Qian didn't stop him, and let Zhao Ping move out alone.

The big competition of the outer disciples had ended a month ago, and Zhao Ping did not participate, because according to Zhao Ping's broken meridians, it was impossible to have the strength to participate, in order not to attract the attention of others, Zhao Ping hibernated silently, waiting for the time to soar into the sky.

In the past two years, Zhao Ping's low-key has made others despise Zhao Ping even more, and Zhao Ping's name is like thunder in the outer door, but Zhao Ping just sneered in his heart, ignoring the ridicule of others, and silently working hard to practice.

Now that the internal breath in Zhao Ping's body is already substantial, it is constantly circulating in the meridians, and the cultivation of the longevity recipe is like a broken bamboo, and he soon cultivated to the third layer, and the strength of the body has reached a certain level, Zhao Ping has tested that his current strength can lift five hundred catties of boulders, that is, the strength of the body alone is not inferior to the average martial artist at the peak of the day after tomorrow.

The strength of itself is there, but it is only brute force, when fighting with people, others will not stand and let you fight, Zhao Ping will only have a free footwork now, and the means of attack are still too simple, if you do it with someone, it is good to encounter a low strength, if the strength is about the same, you will definitely suffer, so Zhao Ping decided to go to the Wujing Pavilion tomorrow to find a secret book of attack to practice, to enhance his strength.

The valley was full of life with swirling streams, rushing and jumping, tinkling and splashing of silver mist. Under the soft wind and warm sunshine, Zhao Ping once again stepped into the Wujing Pavilion.

After two years, Zhao Ping once again entered the most important place in the sect, and the old man who was squinting and dozing off was guarding the door, and after finding Zhao Ping coming in, he glanced at it casually with half-squinted eyes, and said weakly: "The identity token is handed over, ten taels of silver for an hour, and twenty taels of silver for rubbing the cheats." ”

In the past two years, Zhao Ping has been exercising constantly, coupled with the absorption of internal qi by his muscles, the whole person has grown a lot taller, and the muscles all over his body have expanded, no longer the slender appearance he used to be, plus Zhao Ping's reputation in the sect is not obvious, and the old man did not recognize that the person in front of him is Zhao Ping, who chose to live forever two years ago.

Respectfully handed over the token of the outer disciple, and the old man gave it to Zhao Ping after reading it twice.

"You can only watch on the first floor, okay, you can go. ”

Regardless of Zhao Ping in front of him, he returned to a half-asleep state, as if he couldn't sleep enough.

Zhao Ping casually picked up a book of internal strength, it is a gossip palm silk hand palm, Zhao Ping casually flipped it twice, and then put down this secret book again, the silk hand is talking about the art of poor change, in order to confuse the enemy to achieve the effect of defeating the enemy. But this is not suitable for Zhao Ping, what Zhao Ping lacks is a powerful attack.

After some searching, Zhao Ping found two cheats, one "Tiger Claw Hand" and one Shadow Swordsmanship. The tiger claw hand is a relatively good claw method in basic martial arts, and with Zhao Ping's current strength, no matter who takes a beat, he will not be able to eat and walk around. And the shadow sword technique is an assassination sword technique, which is a killing move prepared by Zhao Ping for himself, because the speed of the sword is like a shadow floating by, and it is often killed with one blow.

After quickly transcribing the cheats, Zhao Ping left the Wujing Pavilion, and in the days to come, in addition to exercising every day and cultivating immortality, Zhao Ping also practiced the Tiger Claw Hand and the Shadow Sword Technique.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang......

The five fingers of both hands were slightly curved, like tiger claws, as fast as lightning, leaving deep paw prints directly on the tree. With the slightest piece of wood chips, a satisfied smile flashed on Zhao Ping's face, the cultivation of the Tiger Claw Hand was very smooth, and the effect was as Zhao Ping thought at the beginning, and his strength had made a qualitative leap compared to before.

As for the other shadow swordsmanship, Zhao Ping thought of this and smiled bitterly twice, due to his own special reasons, he couldn't let others discover his strength, so he couldn't go to the martial arts training ground in the sect to practice swordsmanship, and there was no sword around him at all, so he couldn't practice shadow swordsmanship, after all, he didn't even have a knife to chop wood.

It's time to go to the blacksmith shop at the bottom of the mountain to make a sword of his own, thinking of this, Zhao Ping informed Deacon Qian, saying that he was going down the mountain to do errands, and after taking a few days off, he went down the mountain and walked in the direction of the town.

A day later, Zhao Ping came to Fulu Town, the closest to the Four Elephant Sect, and did not stay in the town too much, and walked straight to the only blacksmith shop in the town.

Before he could enter the door, a wave of heat rushed in his face, and beside a huge stove stood two or three brawny men, their dark arms and faces glowing in the light of the fiery red fire. A hammer sonorous hammer smashed on the iron embryo, blazing sparks splashed everywhere, repeatedly hammered dozens of times, then picked up the iron embryo and put it into the pool on the side, and then accompanied by a few "flutter", "flutter" rolling water sound, a piece of iron prototype has been baked.

Zhao Ping entered the store, looked around, and immediately a shopkeeper stepped forward.

"This young man, I don't know what you're going to build. ”

Zhao Ping took out the building blueprint of the blood groove sword that was matched in the shadow sword technique and handed it to the shopkeeper, and said lightly: "Build a sword for me according to this drawing." ”

The shopkeeper took the drawings and looked at them, then put them away, and replied with a smile: "There is no problem with this, I don't know if the young man wants to use ordinary refined iron or a hundred refined iron." ”

"Make it of refined iron. ”

"Yes, a total of fifty taels of silver, and I will pick up the goods in three days. ”

Hearing that fifty taels of silver was needed, Zhao Ping's hand that was about to withdraw the money to pay the bill suddenly stopped, with an embarrassed look on his face...... He didn't have enough money on him.