The small hill, there are no ancient trees towering to the sky, only low shrubs, on both sides of the gray and yellow dirt road, there are weeds, this is a small hill inside the Sword Sect, it does not look beautiful, it is so ordinary. There is only one fish pond on the top of the mountain, shimmering with sparkling waves.

A small wooden house sits on the edge of a fish pond, and on the pointed roof there is a verdant branch, and a few leaves with tender green swaying on the branches, which look verdant. The wind blows, and the warm is like a lover's gentle hand. On the edge of the fish pond, a young man in a sky-blue robe sat upright, with his feet on his thighs, sitting cross-legged, his eyes half-open and half-closed. It seems to pierce the pool of water in the pond in front of me, and I see the fish swimming leisurely in the pond.

"Hu ......" finally survived! Han Zaixin felt a sense of steadiness in his heart. When I think about what happened in these two days, everything seems to be in a dream. The body and soul have undergone a radical transformation, and it all seems so illusory. Feeling the true element that was constantly circulating in the muscles and veins in his body, Han Zaixin's heart rippled slightly.

He never thought that he would be able to have true yuan in the Qi Cultivation Realm, Han Zaixin felt that it was a little unreal, and the Qi Cultivation Realm, as the name suggests, was the realm of cultivating True Qi. In this realm of laying the foundation, what is cultivated is true qi, which is a gaseous force that runs through the muscles and veins, constantly warming and nourishing, preparing for the future true qi liquid.

Because although a person can be regarded as the most suitable Dao body for cultivation created by Zhong Tiandi's aura, it is really because of this innate near-Dao body that a living being, as the spirit of all things, has lost another stage of cultivation: that is, refining the physical body. Unless it is an ancient relict with a different bloodline and a strong congenital physique, they are just mortals in the flesh.

And other species, before the transformation, the spiritual wisdom has not been opened, so they can only boil the body, relying on instinct cultivation, which is the so-called breathing heaven and earth aura, to strengthen themselves. This demon race is one of the most representative members, in this world, most of the alien races can actually be said to be a branch of the demon race, because after different races cultivate into human form, they form settlements, become tribes, and finally multiply into a powerful alien race. It's like the tiger clan and the lion clan in the demon clan. These races are actually the races formed by the various demon beasts that gathered together after cultivating their spiritual intelligence.

Of course, there are also some races with strange bloodlines, such as: the Golden Clan, as well as the Blood Clan, the Netherworld, etc., with strange abilities, extremely strong, although the number is not dominant, but it should not be underestimated.

Therefore, during the Qi training period, the human race only has true qi, no matter how demonic talent is, it is under the shackles of the body, and it is impossible to turn the true qi of the real body into true yuan and condense it into liquid. All this is because the strength of the body is not enough, and each person's body has three hundred and sixty-five points of the eight veins and twelve canons in the body, which are secretly in line with the number of Zhou Tian.

These things are the embodiment of the innate Dao body, and it is precisely because of this body that the human race can incorporate the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi into the body as its own strength at the beginning of the cultivation, instead of strengthening the muscles and bones. However, it is precisely because of this starting point that surpasses the rest of the races that the human race cannot form a true yuan before breaking through the Lingwu realm. Only when the body is strengthened enough to withstand the impact of the true element, will it be natural to break through the Dao Spirit Martial Realm.

The demon race, on the other hand, is different from the human race, they will no longer incorporate the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi into their own veins in the first place, because the veins of each race of the demon race are different, and even within the same race, different subspecies have different veins. Therefore, they do not have a unified foundation-building method that can be cultivated. Therefore, they only use the heaven and earth aura absorbed into their bodies to refine their own physical bodies before they transform into shapes, and when they are strong enough, they will cut off the veins in their bodies and renew them, and this stage is called casting veins among the demon clans.

Modify one's own muscles and veins to form a circulation of muscles and veins that are similar to those inside the human body, so as to truly begin the path of cultivation. This innate ordeal made the demon race far more than the human race in the flesh. Of course, when the time is right, the demon clan will also transform into a human form, and when it transforms, the heaven and earth will be recast and the eight veins and twelve canons in the human body will be completely identical. The demon clan at this time is the real demon clan.

But there are also some demon clans who don't choose to transform into shapes, so at this time, two major branches of the demon clan have been achieved: the demon clan and the demon beast. The demon beast does not transform into shape, but simply maintains its own racial characteristics, and constantly uses its own strength to recast the veins in the body, and constantly modifies it into the most suitable vein system for itself, so as to take a different path. This road is full of thorns, and even corpses are everywhere, but those who walk out of this road are all peerless talents of the demon beast clan. Because all their things were gathered by themselves from the endless brink of death, bit by bit, and they were the most suitable for them, and they were the things that could exert the greatest power in their hands.

Han Zaixin thought of these things in his heart at this time, it was not without purpose, because he was thinking about the changes in himself now, he used to practice qi and build a foundation like all human cultivators. But now that he actually has the True Yuan, doesn't this mean that his body is as strong as the demon beast? This is the innate weakness of the human race, because no matter how much a person cultivates the physical body, he is definitely not the opponent of the demon beast of the same level, because the demon beast is born with a stronger starting point than the human race, or it is covered with fur, or it is covered with scales, or it has its own armor. The skin of the human race is the most fragile of all races, and the claws of the demon beast are enough to cut the human body apart with a simple tear.

Han Zaixin specially flipped through the introduction books about demon beasts, and after burying Lu Qingxuan, he opened and studied them, and the more he learned, the more shocked he became, because there were countless types of demon clans in the books introducing demon clans within the Sword Sect, all of which were stronger than monks, and he couldn't help but doubt that his body was really that strong?

Drawing out the long sword, the long sword cast in steel has become no longer as bright as before at this time, and the use of the sword that consumes metal aura several times has affected the quality of this long sword, but it can still be regarded as a divine weapon that sharpens iron like clay in the mundane.

The long sword waved, Han Zaixin flicked his wrist, and the blade of the sword slashed towards his left hand that did not hold the sword, he wanted to try to see if his body was comparable to a demon beast as he guessed, because only a strong physical strength could withstand the impact of the flow of the true yuan.

"Senior Brother Han, what are you going to do?" The crisp stiffness of wind chimes came in the wind, and the lake-green figure was like a swift rising and falling from a few distances, skimming the leaves on the treetops and stepping on the veins of the weeds on the roadside. came to Han Zaixin's side in three or two clicks, and at the same time, he saw Han Zaixin swinging his sword towards his left arm, and he was immediately shocked.

But Han Zaixin's sword was so fast, like a meteor, like a bolt of lightning. His hands were so calm, there was no trembling in the slightest, and there was no dodging in the slightest. The long sword directly sliced through the cheongsam's Ichishu and slashed the muscles of his left arm.

"Don't, Senior Brother Han!" the lake-green figure let out a coquettish cry, and immediately drew out his long sword and slammed it against Han Zaixin's blade, trying to stop him.

But it was still too late, Han Zaixin's sword blade directly slashed into the muscles of his left arm, and suddenly the epidermis was directly pressed down and sunk in.

"Choking ......" The two long swords collided with each other, making a clear sound, and at the same time, a little spark was splattered.

"Senior Brother Han, what are you doing stupidly? Although Senior Uncle Lu is gone, you can't do such stupid things!" The lake-green dress was worn on the body of the visitor, looking cute and cute. The long hair was black and thick, tied into two small Lingyun buns, symmetrical from left to right, like a painting.

The delicate facial features seem to be carved from the most white and flawless mutton fat white jade, and a pair of smart big eyes are full of anxiety at this time, and there is a little mist in them. The two black grape-like pupils reflected the figure of the young man in the sky blue robe. What lies is a heartfelt concern.

"Xiangning girl, don't worry, how can I do stupid things, senior brother, you can't trust me like this?" Han Zaixin withdrew his long sword, letting the half-cut sleeve hang on his left arm, and looked at the anxious girl in front of him with a playful expression.

"Senior brother?" the little girl anxiously threw away the long sword, grabbed Han Zaixin's left arm, and examined it carefully. When she saw that there was only a slight white mark, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "Senior Brother Han, you actually tease me like this, it's really annoying!" The girl turned around, picked up the long sword on the ground, and stomped her feet to the side. It's just that his steps are gentle, and he seems to be a little reluctant to leave.

"Okay, little girl, it's just to tease you, are you really angry?" Han Zaixin hurriedly chased after him, of course he knew that the little girl was waiting for him on purpose.

"Senior brother, I want to eat grilled fish!" said the little girl, opening her mouth.

"It turned out to be a gluttonous cat!" Han Zaixin teased. As a monk, he has long looked down on life and death, although Han Zaixin is just a beginner apprentice, but he has also struggled on the edge of life and death several times, and the world of monks has never been peaceful.

Therefore, although the master Lu Qingxuan has just passed away, he has been in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner for a long time, and Han Zaixin has already let go, what is there that he can't see? He always has to die, but sooner or later, and the master has walked peacefully and has no regrets.

The long sword is like snow, and it comes out of Han Zaixin's hand like this, and the young man's sword at this time is not unavoidable, and even things like stabbing fish can be done with a long sword. Simple juvenile feelings, slight feelings, hidden in each other's hearts, but ashamed to speak