Below the waterfall that goes down vertically, there is a full moon-shaped pool, this waterhole is not big, only two or three zhang in a radius, the pool water is not deep, less than one zhang, the pool water is clear and turbulent, the white water splashes more than one foot high, the water poured down by the waterfall can only stay in the waterhole for a few breaths.

Yang Qing placed the burden on the edge of the pool, so that he could see it without getting wet from the splash. stripped off to only a pair of shorts, and went into the waterhole barefoot.

For some reason, the water is cold. The rocks at the bottom of the pool are slippery, and the water is so fast that you can't stop your feet.

"Gollum"

The rocks at the bottom of the pool were not as flat as they were seen from above, but had a slope, and Yang Qing stood unsteadily and slipped into the pool.

Yang Qing didn't know the nature of water, and he was a little flustered when he slipped into the water, and after taking a sip of the pool water, he remembered that he was holding a steel rod in his hand, supported by the stick at the bottom of the pool, and stood up straight.

With the heart beating with the 'bang', Yang Qing began to familiarize himself with this pool, the slope at the bottom of the pool is not large, it is in the shape of a porcelain plate, the pool is more than six feet deep, Yang Qing stands in the water and only shows his head.

Yang Qing's viscera was strong, and he didn't feel suppressed breathing, but the splash of water rolling on the surface of the pool made Yang Qing unable to open his eyes, and he drank a sip of water from time to time.

This waterhole, only six or seven feet away from the square rock that was hit by the waterfall, rumbles like a thunderbolt in your ears.

The turbulent water made Yang Qing stand unsteadily, his body leaned back from time to time, his body had not yet adapted to the coldness of the pool water, and his whole body was full of goosebumps.

Yang Qing refining his body, the coldness of the pool water could not cause harm to him, and without waiting for his body to adapt, Yang Qing moved with a stainless steel rod.

The seventy-two styles in "Nujiang Stick Method" are played with Yang Qing's movements.

Dozens of pounds of stainless steel rods, dancing in the turbulent water at this time, seem to have become hundreds of pounds.

Seventy-two routines, Yang Qing practiced them with a clear eye, increasing the strength of his arms, so as not to deviate the moves due to the flow of water.

There is footwork in the stick routine, but it is not flexible in the pool, Yang Qing grasps the bottom of the pool with both feet, the moves in his hands are standard, and the footwork under his feet looks messy.

The waterhole, one end of the water, the other end of the water, today, Yang Qing cultivated in this waterhole, starting his first day in the depths of the mountains, the tumbling water splashed higher from time to time.

When cultivating on the Closed Moon Mountain, Yang Qing relied on climbing the mountain, lifting boulders to consume physical strength, and then cultivating the sixteen forms of the innate realm of the "Thirty-six Styles of Mixed Yuan" to recover his physical strength and achieve the purpose of increasing his strength.

Only by consuming and replenishing can you quickly increase your strength, and if you consume and do not replenish, it will only cause harm to your body. And without consumption, no matter how much you replenish, the body can't absorb it, and the strength increases very slowly.

After recovering his physical strength, he also had to practice the Ten Styles of Knowing the Sea Realm and the Nujiang Stick Method in the "Thirty-six Styles of Mixed Yuan", which made Yang Qing feel that there was too little time. And most of it is wasted on restoring physical strength.

This time he cultivated in a waterhole, Yang Qing chose to use the cultivation of the Nujiang Stick Method and the Ten Styles of the Sea Realm to consume his physical strength, and then cultivate the sixteen forms of the Innate Realm to restore his physical strength, so as to grow rapidly.

In this way, if you can cultivate the Nujiang Stick Method and the Ten Styles of Knowing the Sea Realm very well, the speed of your strength growth will not decrease.

This is one of the methods that Yang Qing can think of, to bundle the cultivation of the stick method, the cultivation of the ten styles of the Sea Realm, and the consumption of physical strength together to make up for the time it takes to recover physical strength.

The method is a bit clumsy, but it can be implemented in a period of time, and the effect of cultivation is also obvious.

The group of husbands came to the open space of the waterfall, chose to eat those emerald green plants, and saw Yang Qing, who made the water in the waterhole splash everywhere, and hid far away and did not dare to approach.

When his physical strength was exhausted, he crawled to the open ground with his hands and feet, and practiced the innate sixteen styles in the "Thirty-six Styles of Mixed Yuan" to restore his physical strength, and the wisps of heaven and earth aura continued to integrate into the viscera and limbs along the mouth, nose and pores, and while his physical strength was restored, his strength increased rapidly.

When Fu Zhu saw Yang Qing coming out of the pool, they all retreated into the distance. Be prepared to run away at any time.

At noon, his stomach was rumbling, muffled by the roar of water hitting the rocks, Yang Qing got dressed, carried his baggage, and carried a steel rod to the mountains and forests to look for food.

In the mountains and forests near the clearing, the number of small beasts was much smaller than that on the periphery, and Yang Qing turned a stick of incense before catching a pheasant.

His face was expressionless, his body moved quickly, and he rushed to the waterfall, his heart was panicked, and at this time, he was still staying at the top of Closed Moon Mountain with Sun Xinyao or chatting, or looking at each other speechlessly.

"Whew..."

He exhaled a long breath, and the longing and sadness in his heart did not decrease, but the resentment in his heart rose vigorously.

"Yo"

A panicked deer roared in the distance, followed by the sound of beasts galloping.

"Hmph" Yang Qing threw the pheasant in his hand, exerted force under his feet, and rushed towards the waterfall.

There was chaos in the clearing, more than a dozen Fu Zhu fled in a panic, and a black panther with white spots chased after Fu Zhu.

The speed of this black panther is too fast, and the leader of the panther is not as fast as it is.

By the time Yang Qing rushed to the clearing, there was already a five-foot-tall mother and husband with snow-white fur, who had been bitten off his throat.

This black panther was five or six feet tall, nearly a zhang long, with a sturdy body, round leopard eyes hidden fiercely, biting the husband who had broken his throat, and dragging it through the mountains and forests looked effortless at all.

When Yang Qing saw the scene at this time, his heart was even colder, he snorted angrily and did not stop, and went straight to the black panther with a steel rod.

He can completely avoid fighting, why take the initiative to attack?

The first is that when he sees Fu Zhu, Yang Qing will think of Sun Xinyao, and Fu Zhu has vaguely become the sustenance in Yang Qing's heart, the second is that he will fight with demon beasts and improve his cultivation more quickly, and the third is that Yang Qing wants to vent his anger.

The black panther let go of the husband who was already out of breath, arched his body, stood with hair all over his body, and his dark pupils stared straight at Yang Qing who was rushing over.

When there was still a distance of five zhang from the black panther, Yang Qing's speed did not decrease, his legs exerted force, and he jumped up, and the steel rod in his hand danced, with a strong wind, and was splitting down.

Yang Qing was slashing sharply, and the black panther dodged more quickly, his four claws exerted force, flashed out sideways, and then bounced up, and his front paws went straight to Yang Qing's throat to scratch.

The speed of the black panther is fast, and the strength is also not small, if it really scratches the throat, the consequences can be imagined.

Yang Qing reversed the trend of splitting and pulled back the steel rod, which was able to block the fierce grasp of the black panther.

"Qiang"

The tips of the black claws, the sound of metal handing over when they grasp the steel rod, the sharp claws of the black panther are comparable to steel.

Yang Qing and the black panther landed at the same time, and before Yang Qing could make a move, the black panther pounced again, its long beard sticking to its hair, and the cold light reflected from the fangs in its mouth.

The steel rod in his hand didn't have time to shake it, his body rolled on his side, and the panther grazed his shoulders and threw himself on the grass.

The black panther reacted and was extremely fast, Yang Qing just fell to the ground, the black panther flicked its four paws, its body turned around, roared again, and bit Yang Qing.

Yang Qing rolled backwards, supporting the ground with one hand and carrying a steel rod in the other, clubbing the ground at one end and lifting the other end.

Stumble!!!

The steel rod provokes the panther in the air, and when the steel rod is vertical, it lifts the panther and throws it out again.

"Tear Pull"

The panther adjusted its position in the air, landed on all four paws, the turf flew over, and the green and yellow weeds were kicked into the air.

"Lu!!"

The panther was in burning pain in her abdomen, the whiskers around her mouth shook up and down, and a low roar came out of her mouth.

The black panther was just about to pounce again, Yang Qing stepped forward, and the steel rod in his hand came out on point, and a black shadow approached the black panther face.

The panther panicked and pounced, kicked sideways with all four paws, and dodged to the side.

"Tear Pull"

The steel rod brought up a blood flower, and the front leg of the black panther was torn open by the steel rod, and the steaming leopard blood instantly dyed red and black hair, and the white spots on the shoulders bloomed like epiphany, blooming blood-red flowers.

Rough!

Yang Qing didn't wait for the punctual force to dissipate, his arms exerted force, his muscles bulged high, threw the steel rod back, and then picked it up.

The steel rod turned into ten stick shadows, buzzing and trembling in the air.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The ten stick shadows formed a black curtain of light, like a chopping knife, whistling and slashing down.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

On the grass, the dead grass was flying, the wet soil was piled on top of each other, and the ground shook unconsciously.

The ten shadows of the sticks disappeared, and a pit of earth with a radius of eight feet and a depth of nearly one foot appeared on the ground, like an iron pot being pressed to the ground alive, and the pit was smooth, as if it had been carefully repaired.

None of the ten stick shadows hit the black panther, and the black panther had already fled a foot away at this time, and the blood from the low shoulders was still in the air.

The speed of the black panther is as fast as ever.

"Uhhhhhh

The rapid sound of breaking the air, Yang Qing's turbulent waves failed, and without waiting for his numb arm to recover, he threw out the steel rod with his backhand, and the steel rod swirled, like a black moon, attacking the black panther who ran away with his tail straight.

The stainless steel rod took off his hand, and Yang Qing followed his legs to exert force, kicked through the turf, and followed the stainless steel rod.

The black panther heard the sound of breaking the air behind him, and did not look back, but listened to the sound to identify the position and hurriedly retreated.

The panther was injured in the forearm, affecting its speed, and then changed from an active attack to a passive escape, during which the panther dodged the fatal blow, but the spinning steel rod still knocked off a slender tail of him.

"Ahh Lu..."

The panther screamed in pain, took half of its tail, and ran into the forest.

"Poof"

The steel rods swirled and swept on the ground, and the blue-yellow weeds, like a frightening wave, rose from the ground and fluttered in the air.

"Huh"

Yang Qing followed behind the stainless steel rod, saw that the stainless steel rod landed without bending down to pick it up, his feet did not leave the ground, he went forward, picked and kicked again, and the stainless steel rod was thrown again.

Yang Qing accelerated suddenly, grabbed the steel rod, and his speed did not decrease, chasing the black panther drenched in hot blood.

The panther was injured in the front of the arm, and he couldn't exert force, and his tail was broken, which affected the balance of his body, and at this time there was no speed that came and went like the wind and was like a ghost.

In the past, sturdy husbands could be caught, let alone get rid of low-level monks like Yang Qing. At this time, the speed cannot be increased, and the distance between the two can only be kept from shortening.

From Yang Qing's fight with the black panther to the black panther escaping, Yang Qing pursued again, and only a dozen breaths of time had passed.

However, the place where one man and one beast fought had become a mess.