In the past two years, because of Feng Yangqing's strict order, all the disciples on Tianlong Peak need to practice penance behind closed doors, and no one can move around at will.

In the past two years, without anyone paying attention, Yu Feiyang has been practicing alone day and night, day or night.

It's just that what he can't believe is that according to the sword technique taught to him by his master Feng Yangqing, it only took him a year, and it seems that he has been able to completely melt the sword technique.

It's just that in the realm of internal cultivation and the essence of penetrating the essence of sword intent, he is far from reaching the upper realm, and at this time, he seems to have come to a bottleneck period, no matter how diligent he is, no matter how hard he tries, he feels that he can't move forward anymore.

He had doubts in his heart, but he didn't ask Feng Yangqing after all, and Han Gang, Feng Lingyan and the others had been concentrating on practicing behind closed doors and had no time to take care of his affairs, so he only hid this question in his heart.

But the more at this time, the more anxious his heart became, every late at night, when he was alone, standing in the small courtyard and looking up at the night sky, he would think of a sentence: "You may not be able to practice again than Senior Brother Qin Ye!"

In the following year, for hundreds of days and nights, he has always worked hard and diligently, and his cultivation time has always been twice as long as others, and the Heavenly Dragon Sword has not helped him less.

It's just that the swordsmanship and internal cultivation, as if after reaching this realm, they will stand still, unwilling to take another step forward, and if they want to break through to the latent tiger stage in the tiger realm, there is really little hope!

In the Tianyuan Jade Qing Dao, the two realms of martial arts and finches are the foundation of all spells, and the difficulty is only getting deeper, but the first two realms are "Qi Induction" and "Qi Refining", which are relatively easy.

The formula of the third layer of the Tiger Realm is to combine the first two qi into one qi, that is, "Yuan Qi".

At the beginning, the early tiger period was still a transitional period, and it was relatively easy to break through, but after entering the tiger period, it became the first watershed in the Tianyuan Yuqing Dao Formula, which was also the easiest watershed in the entire Tianyuan Yuqing Dao Formula.

Even so, when the disciples in the Qingxian City cultivate to this realm, they will obviously present a watershed, and the level of qualifications is clear at a glance: smart people are often like a bamboo, breaking through to a higher latent tiger stage in one fell swoop, and thus laying a solid foundation for cultivating the Immortal Dao, while the slightly worse disciples often stagnate, and those who have wasted their lives cannot move forward.

It has been fifteen years since Yu Feiyang started, and he has naturally heard these things countless times in conversations with his senior brothers.

But it is obvious that he does not belong to the kind of person who is very intelligent and highly qualified, and the reason why he has achieved such a state is half by his perseverance and perseverance and diligence, and the other half by the iron sword in his hand now.

If Tian Yuan Yuqing Dao Technique could really make a breakthrough by relying on hard work, the cultivation realm would have already produced many talents.

So Yu Feiyang, who is not a smart person, although he works very hard at this time, no matter what he does day and night, he just can't take a step beyond it when he uses up his cultivation time every day, and that's the reason.

One day, the date of the five-pulse comparison method was approaching, and he still made no progress, Feng Lingyan's heart-warming words swept through his heart again: "You may still be better than Senior Brother Qin Ye if you practice again!"

An anxious heart rekindled the fighting spirit in his heart, Yu Feiyang took a deep breath, walked out of the courtyard again, picked up his black-brown iron sword that had been used for ten or two years, and secretly thought: "No matter, if it doesn't work, I won't believe it! I will be inferior to him for the rest of my life." ”

A venting shout: "Open the world, Yuqing Dao Method, Tianlong Sword Method!"

"Dragon Splashing in the Water!"

"Celestial Dragon, Skynet!"

"Tenryu...!"

One sword move after another, constantly moving in Yu Feiyang's hands, he didn't believe that he would stay in this realm for the rest of his life.

Yu Feiyang practiced from early morning to noon, and the sword in his hand never stopped, and he himself didn't know how many times the Tianlong Eighteen Styles had been practiced.

But as always, there is no progress at all.

At this time, the more Yu Feiyang practiced his heart, the more anxious he became, and some boundless thoughts kept appearing in his heart: the date of the comparison was close at hand, the master's eager eyes, and the senior sister's painstaking words...

The more he thought about it, the more irritable he became, and the iron sword in his hand also became restless, the sword became faster and faster, and Yu Feiyang became more and more crazy, as if he had fallen into a demon, which made people feel a little scared when they saw it.

"Oops!" shouted.

Where Yu Feiyang held the sword in his hand, a lot of blood flowed out, when the palm was cut, he didn't know at all, it wasn't the hilt of the sword that touched the wound, he didn't know at all.

At this time, the blood in his hand had already stained the iron sword red, only about four feet long, and the iron sword about a foot wide, as if it had been replenished with energy, and the black-brown iron sword seemed to have become a little translucent.

At this time, the mixed element bead fused on the iron sword, after faintly absorbing Yu Feiyang's blood, it was obvious that there were blood-like veins on the bead, especially at the interface between the iron sword and the bead.

At this point, it almost seems as if the two things were fused together with human blood.

Yu Feiyang's whole body shook suddenly, and the thought of human blood dissolving flashed in his mind just now, which made him feel uncomfortable for a while.

Over the years, he has slowly forgotten that trip to the valley back then, and only occasionally dreams back in the middle of the night, but he will suddenly dream of that strange experience, and wake up sweating profusely.

At that time, he felt very lonely, alone in the face of unknown variables, alone in the face of the struggle on the line of death.

At this time, he always couldn't suppress his inexplicable emotion, with a hint of fanatical impulse, and couldn't help but feel that the meridians of his whole body were boiling.

And at this moment, Yu Feiyang seemed to feel the low sound and trembling of the iron sword, and it seemed that he slowly began to become excited, and gradually, little by little, he became excited, slowly, and constantly passed to Yu Feiyang, and his more and more excited mood was general.

Even Yu Feiyang began to become more and more excited, and the aura of the veins was getting stronger and stronger to transmit to Yu Feiyang.

Yu Feiyang unconsciously trembled with the iron sword, and when others saw it, they must think that he was crazy.

When Yu Feiyang and the iron sword trembled incomparably wildly, the aura in the place of Yu Feiyang's dantian skyrocketed, as if it was a moment before a flash flood broke out.