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Sikong Zhan had already gotten up to cultivate, running his innate strength, and the profound true qi was circulating in the meridians, constantly refining and refining the true qi.

In less than half an hour, the golden crow gradually revealed the horizon, and the glow of the sun shone on the earth.

Sikong Zhan, who was silently exercising, suddenly noticed that his true qi had suddenly increased a little at this moment, knowing that it was the innate purple qi, as usual, calming his mind and absorbing wisps of spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

As soon as the innate purple qi enters the meridians, it is mixed with the innate true qi, purifying some of the impurities left over from the absorption of snake gall bladder.

Not long after, the golden crow completely rose eastward, Sikong Zhan felt suddenly empty, he couldn't absorb the innate purple qi, he didn't stop, and continued to run the true qi, until three weeks later.

Slowly opening his eyes, Sikong Zhan showed a satisfied smile, as his comprehension of the innate power deepened, whether it was absorbing the innate purple qi or refining the essence element to transform the true qi, it was not the same, and the efficiency was expanded several times.

The qi is getting purer day by day, the foundation is gradually enriched, and what could be more pleasant than this.

"Senior brother has refined Xiao Huandan, presumably his skills have increased a lot, and he should not lose too badly against Dongfang Sheng. Thinking of the two martial idiots of the Quanzhen Sect, Sikong Zhan shook his head and chuckled.

"Uncle Shi, the competition is about to start, and Uncle Second asked me to come and call you. Tan knocked on the door.

Sikong Zhan opened the door and said, "They are really anxious, let's go." ”

The two walked towards the martial arts training ground one after the other.

"Why are you so slow, I won't wait for you if you don't come again. Zhou Botong was empty and opened his mouth to complain.

"Uncle Shi!" said the sixth son.

Sikong Zhan saw that Dongfang Sheng and Zhou Botong were ready, and the other six sons waited with excitement on their faces.

"Okay, this is not coming, I will be a notary, and you will start to compete. ”

Because he knew that Dongfang Sheng was powerful, Zhou Botong, who had greatly increased his martial arts, still did not dare to be negligent and used a long sword.

"Please!"

"Please!"

Dongfang Sheng and Zhou Botong did not take the lead, carefully observed each other, Zhou Botong was calm and heavy, with a unique Taoist charm, Dongfang Sheng's momentum was as good as a sword out of the sheath, the edge was piercing, and the momentum of the two continued to rise, looking for each other's flaws.

The two kinds of qi collided, stirring up a gust of wind out of thin air, and the hair and clothes of the seven sons were blown up, and for a moment, Sun Buer, who had the weakest skills, was the first to be unable to bear it, and kept retreating, followed by Tan Chuduan, Hao Datong, Liu Chu, Xuanma, Yuwang, and finally Qiu, and the seven people completely retreated outside the range of qi confrontation.

The two kinds of energy had no effect on Sikong Zhan, and three feet away from him, the energy was dissolved by him silently, and he watched the action drama for a long time.

Zhou Botong's momentum climbed to the top, and he did not hesitate to take out his sword, the white light flashed, the long sword stabbed flatly, and the momentum was moved, and he flew towards Dongfang Sheng on the opposite side.

Dongfang Sheng's eyes were calm, a dazzling light flashed, and the whole person seemed to turn into a sharp sword, accompanied by the sword momentum, as fast as thunder stabbing at Zhou Botong.

Bite!

A crisp sword roar rang out.

The tips of the two swords collided together, from extremely dynamic and abrupt to extremely quiet, and the energy collided, buzzing, producing a dull sound of breaking the sky, and forcing the seventh son to retreat three feet again.

Zhou Botong Dongfang Sheng was shocked by the strength, and they couldn't help but fly back.

The two landed on the ground almost at the same time, and once again rose into the air, fighting together.

The sound of ping-pong in the air was endless, because the two of them moved too fast, their bodies were blurred, and there was nothing after the seventh son.

Sikong Zhan relished, and couldn't help praising in his heart: "The confrontation of the top masters is indeed exciting, the live version is energetic, if you can boil a pot of good wine, it would be better to put four good dishes on it." He just thinks about it, if he really puts on a gesture, it is an insult to others.

Dongfang Sheng's swordsmanship is clever, indomitable, a sword is as fast as a sword, the edge is exposed, Zhou Botong has an attack and a defense, the power of the true swordsmanship is fully open, the attack is like a tiger, the defense is like a mountain, and the advance and retreat are orderly.

In the field, the two split and merged, Zhou Botong shouted excitedly, shouting "refreshing", Dongfang Shengyi's eyes flashed, and he was happy to meet a real opponent.

The square was huge, and the two of them hit one side for a while, and then to the other side, and Sikong Zhan's eyes followed their figures, not letting go for a moment.

The seven sons were too engrossed before, and their minds were consumed a lot, so they had already sat together to pranayama.

After a hundred moves, Dongfang Sheng knocked out the sword in Zhou Botong's hand with a sword, and the victory was divided.

"Concession. "Dongfang wins the fist do.

Zhou Botong waved his hand happily and said: "I admit defeat, you are better than me, rest for a while and let's fight again." As he spoke, his eyes sparkled as he looked at Dongfang Sheng.

Dongfang Sheng has challenged many masters, once others fail, his expression has never been like Zhou Botong, he is happier when he loses than he wins, although he has heard of the name of the old naughty boy, and now when he sees it, he really deserves his reputation.

Sikong Zhan walked closer, observed the subtleties of Dongfang Sheng, and explained: "My senior brother is a martial arts idiot, he never cares about winning or losing, as long as someone can accompany him to practice martial arts, he can do anything, Dongfang brother has a lot to do." ”

Quanzhen Sect Wang Chongyang's generation of martial arts masters, the two junior disciples have extremely strange temperaments, no matter what, with them, Dongfang Sheng has never felt at ease.

Besides, the old naughty boy Zhou Botong is indeed very suitable for his temperament, doesn't he himself just don't care about winning or losing, and only focuses on martial arts. Dongfang Sheng was happy in his heart, but he was not good at expressing his feelings, but his originally cold expression couldn't help but relax slightly.

"Good. ”

Zhou Botong nodded again and again and agreed: "I like to play and practice martial arts the most in my life, but then again, if I have to choose one of them, I still like to practice."

There is infinite pleasure in studying martial arts, and if a person is not studying martial arts in the world, what more interesting things are there to do? Although there are many things in the world, after playing for a long time, there is no taste after all. Only martial arts can be more fun the more you play. Do you say?"

Dongfang Sheng agreed: "Yes." ”

Dongfang Sheng on the side shook his head lightly, the worldview of the two martial idiots was already different from that of normal people, and he would not argue in vain. Zhou Botong was very sharp, and he was approved by Dongfang Sheng, and he persuaded Sikong Zhan again without giving up.

"If you don't join us, the three of us will compete and practice martial arts every day, how carefree! The world's martial arts are endless, fantastical and mysterious, extremely wonderful, and the taste of practicing martial arts is endless, how can people who study martial arts not be fascinated by it.

People in the world are so stupid, some love to study and become officials, some love gold and jade, and some love stunning beauties, but how can the fun in this be compared to the chance of practicing martial arts?" In order to let Sikong Zhan accompany him to practice more, Zhou Botong simply racked his brains and exhausted his tongue.

"I advise you to die hard, no matter what you say, I won't spend a lot of time on martial arts, although martial arts are important in practice, you also need to be enlightened, I take time out to accompany you to practice every day, are you still not satisfied?" Sikong Zhan was indifferent.

Zhou Botong said angrily: "Fool, big fool, let's go to the palace to discuss martial arts, don't pay attention to him." With that, he pulled Dongfang Sheng and walked towards the main hall.

"My junior brother, although he practices martial arts and his martial arts are good, he can't realize that there is infinite joy in it. I say to you, a person can not eat, he can not live his life, but he must practice kung fu. Zhou Botong explained his martial arts to Dongfang Sheng as he walked.

Sikong Zhan smiled and said in his heart: "It's better this way, no one will bother me." ”

"Uncle Shi, I have something to discuss with you. Ma Yu walked up to Sikong Zhan.

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