"Yang Qing, didn't you teach your brother Yang Song the "Innate Sixteen Styles" and "Transformation Decision" to your younger brother Yang Song?"

Lu Zhen lay on his stomach in the quilt, raised his head and asked Yang Qing, who was sitting cross-legged and cultivating, in the Imperial Wind Sect, it is strictly forbidden for disciples to teach the exercises in the sect to others, and disciples who violate them will be sentenced to death as criminals.

"My brother is still young, he doesn't know how to read yet, when he grows up, it's not too late to try to get him to the sect to cultivate again."

Yang Qing looked at Yang Song, who had already fallen asleep and was salivaing, with love in his eyes, Yang Song is eight years old this year and has met the requirements for entering the Imperial Wind Sect, but how can an eight-year-old child survive in the Imperial Wind Sect.

"I think, you can earn more gold and silver treasures for your family, just let him have fine clothes and food, not everyone is like you, and besides, your mother's dinner is really delicious, much better than my mother."

"You don't go to cultivate, you just want to eat, the spiritual root is really a tyrannical thing on you"

"You're jealous..."

Yang Qing stayed at home comfortably for a day, and the next day he and Lu Zhen returned to the cold iron mining area, fighting and making trouble along the way, and time passed quickly.

"You didn't scare me, did you" Qi Xiaohu pointed at Yang Qing with a look of disbelief.

"Yang Qing, you haven't changed much, you're not fat, you're not thin, you're not tall or short," Tian Bo said in astonishment, observing Yang Qing carefully, he couldn't feel the difference.

"Have I lied to you in cultivation, I have really reached the realm of sea consciousness, and there is no way to prove it now, my divine sense is too weak" Yang Qing was helpless, he failed to use his divine sense proficiently in two days.

"Hey, my mother, Yang Qing, you are too strong, you have reached the realm of knowing the sea after more than two years of cultivation, this kind of cultivation speed, few of the outer disciples can compare to you"

Tian Bo and Qi Xiaohu were too surprised at first, and they couldn't believe it, among the outer disciples, there were many disciples who had stayed in the Innate Triple Heaven for more than five years.

"This must be celebrated, a great joy, by the way, Lu Zhen, when will you and that girl get married?"

"Breathe... Call... Suck it"

Yang Qingpan sat on the bed and practiced "Turning into Rest", not entering a state of concentration, but looking at his body inwardly.

At this time, he can clearly see the internal organs, muscles and bones in his body.

There is a wisp of innate vitality in the dantian under the umbilicus, which is transparent, without color, scattered in condensation, scattered but not chaotic, and there is no point in the dantian for a long time.

The consciousness rested on the wounds in his left arm and shoulder blades, which were healing.

Yang Qing carefully observed his left arm, for more than two years, he could feel that there was something on his left arm that did not belong to him, and that feeling became even clearer after reaching the realm of knowing the sea.

Now he wanted to see what was running onto his left arm, and his mind swept carefully over every part of his left arm.

"It's right here!" Yang Qing was very sure, but strangely didn't look at anything that didn't belong to him.

Yang Qing's divine sense can be about a foot outward, and his divine sense is very weak, and his clothes and the like can't penetrate it, but there is not much obstacle in his body.

He clearly felt that it was hidden in his muscles beneath the scar he had left two years ago, but his mind swept over it and found it empty.

"What's going on" was puzzled, his consciousness passed over and over, but he still didn't find any clues, and he firmly believed that the thing was there.

"What is this" The divine consciousness scanned the flowing blood and found something else, a black line the thickness of a hair flowing with the blood, and the black line was wrapped in a cyan film.

"Whew..."Yang Qing felt dizzy, and the frequent use of his divine consciousness made him sleepy, and he withdrew his divine consciousness into his mind and entered a state of concentration.

The injury on Yang Qing's left arm did not heal, and his homework was completed by Qi Xiaohu and Tian Bo to help him. Without getting the "Thirty-six Styles of Mixed Yuan", and without the exercises of knowing the sea realm, he didn't know how to cultivate.

At night, observing the black lines in the left arm and blood, the fatigue of the consciousness is in meditation, although it is found that what these two places are, the strength of the consciousness has been slightly enhanced.

"Yang Qing, I heard that there are many disciples in the cold iron mining area who want to compete with you," Lu Zhen didn't know where he heard the news, and said with some excitement.

"What are you competing with me, I didn't offend them" Yang Qing gently scratched his left arm, very puzzled.

"Not everyone knows that you have reached the Sea Awareness Realm, and they all want to test your strength, and even want to use this to break through to the Sea Knowledge Realm" Lu Zhen understood the truth of the matter very well, and said clearly, "Most of them have the cultivation of True Yuan, and they have stayed in the Triple Heaven for a few years."

"How did they know" Yang Qing was even more puzzled, and then stared at Lu Zhen.

"I'm also here to help you make a name for yourself, lest they look down on us" Lu Zhen knew that he was leaking, so he covered his mouth with his hand, and then honestly confessed, "I told them that you were injured, otherwise you would have come to the door a long time ago."

"I was careless in making friends" Yang Qing looked at Lu Zhen, wanting to cry without tears.

In a few days, Lu Zhen's words were fulfilled, and six Innate Triple Heaven monks had already come to Yang Qing to compete, but they were all politely rejected by him on the pretext that he was not well injured, and these people saw that his bare left arm was scarred, so they nodded and left.

"Which one is Yang Qing?" The door of the stone house was opened, and a young man of medium stature and ordinary appearance in a gray robe entered.

"I'm Yang Qing, what are you looking for me?" Yang Qing stood up with a smile, he had seen this kind of scene a few times, and he was looking for him to compete.

"Pretend to be confused with me, let's go, let's go out and compete" The young man's eyebrows were raised, and his face was displeased.

"The little brother's strength is low, and the injury on his left arm is not good, so forget about this competition" Yang Qing's expression did not change, he didn't want to grudge with others because of the competition, and finally there was a senseless conflict.

"As soon as you broke through to the Knowing Sea Realm, you don't bother to compete with me?" the young man's tone was cold, staring at Yang Qing with his eyes.

"The little brother broke through to the realm of knowing the sea, it was just a fluke, he didn't have a spiritual root, and he hadn't learned the tricks, how could he be your opponent" Yang Qing said modestly, knowing his strength, he would definitely not be the opponent of the True Yuan Yingman Monk.

"Hmph, you have something to say, do you think I can't hear it, do you think it's great to reach the realm of knowing the sea? something" The young man misunderstood Yang Qing's meaning, and anger appeared on his face.

"What do you mean?" Lu Zhen was angry, and stood up angrily.

"Lu Zhen, don't worry about him, this senior brother, junior brother is unwell and wants to rest, don't send it" Yang Qing didn't explain, and turned around and sat on the bed in a dissatisfied tone, feeling that this person was unreasonable.

"Mother, what kind of thing are you? Chase me away, dog things, waste, no matter how high you cultivate, you are a piece of shit" The young man was angry, standing in the stone house with no intention of leaving.

"Do you really think I'm afraid of you? Fuck your mother, I'll compete with you today" Yang Qing stood up with a cold tone, he didn't like to fight with others, and he didn't want to be bullied arbitrarily.

"Okay, I'll see how many pounds and taels your kid has? Bring your weapon, see you at the mountain" The young man's lips curled slightly, and he turned around and walked out of the stone house.

"Let's go" Yang Qing picked up the stainless steel rod placed on the ground, and followed the young man out of the stone house, Yang Qing hurriedly followed.

"Chen Xu and Yang Qing are going to compete, everyone come and see" I don't know who shouted this, many disciples who were cultivating in the stone house came out to watch the excitement, and a few deacons also came out.

Life in the cold iron mining area is dull, except for cultivation and mining ore, there are competitions between disciples not every day, so the disciples who got the news have all come to the foot of the mountain, regardless of their strength.

It is forbidden for disciples to fight in the cold iron mining area, there is no such restriction at the foot of the mountain, and when there is a conflict between disciples, it will be resolved at the foot of the mountain, or find a place where no one is around.

Yang Qing and Chen Xu stood in the middle, there was an open space with a radius of five zhang, three layers inside and three layers outside, and some disciples had to quarrel in order to grab a good position.

"The old rule, point to point, those who maliciously hurt people will be handed over to the Neifeng Torture Hall for disposal"

"The contest begins," a deacon standing in front of the crowd announced.

As soon as the words fell, Yang Qing and Chen Xu took out their weapons and rushed towards each other, Yang Qing was holding a steel rod, and Chen Xu was holding a light blue long sword magic weapon.

Yang Qing's face was grim, holding a steel rod in his right hand, and he slashed horizontally at Chen Xu, who was shining with a light blue halo on his body, an inch long and an inch strong, Yang Qing had an advantage in the length of the weapon.

Chen Xu sneered in his mouth, his body stopped suddenly, and the light blue long sword slashed diagonally towards the end of the steel rod from top to bottom.

"Boom, hum..."

The long sword and the steel rod collided together, and the long sword left a sword mark on the stick, and the steel rod 'buzzed' and trembled, and then the long sword was not damaged at all.

The sneer at the corner of Chen Xu's mouth became stronger, and he flipped his sword upward, and at the same time, his body rushed out and went straight to Yang Qing's chest.

The light blue halo was a little dazzling, Yang Qing did not resist, retreated two steps in a row, tucked the long stick at his waist, exerted force under his feet, and advanced the stick, and the black and bright steel stick turned into a black shadow and also forced Chen Xu's chest.

If Chen Xu didn't go back, this steel rod would inevitably be one step ahead of the long sword.

"Bell, bell, bell"

Chen Xu's expression remained unchanged, he just stopped his steps, and did not retreat, the long sword shook, and he slapped three times at the steel rod blade, and the straight steel rod drew a semicircle and turned behind Yang Qing.

The steel rod shook violently, Yang Qing's entire right arm was numb to his shoulder, the long stick almost got out of his hand, and his right hand numbly grasped one end of the steel rod, and the other end was supported on the ground behind him.

Yang Qing missed a blow, and seeing that the situation was not good, he hurriedly stepped back, and sure enough, Chen Xu's long sword stabbed over again.

One end of the steel rod plowed the dirt on the ground as Yang Qing retreated, and then hit the onlookers on the back side.

At this moment, Yang Qing bent his knees and exerted his strength, jumped up suddenly, took the other end of the steel rod with his right arm and left the ground, carried it with his belt, shouldered it with his back, and picked it up with his shoulder strap arm.

When his body fell, he hunched his waist and closed his abdomen, and his right arm drove the steel rod to smash it down.

Chen Xu's complexion changed, and the back of his body still couldn't avoid the range of the steel rod, the long sword flipped over, and the sword body was on his left arm to catch Yang Qing's stick.

"Bang, hum..."

The steel rod smashed Chen Xu to his knees, his face flushed, and a burst of dust was raised on the ground.

Yang Qing hit the right shot, and when he raised the steel rod like water and wanted to smash it again, the cold light in Chen Xu's eyes flashed, and his right arm exerted force, and the long sword was used as a knife, slashing at Yang Qing's chest.

And Yang Qing only had time to drag the steel rod down and block it diagonally in front of his chest.

When the sword slashed less than a foot in front of him, his mind could clearly see the sword's trajectory, but it was powerless to do anything.

"Boom... Airplanes... Poof"

The long sword slashed onto the steel rod, and the steel rod shook and bounced, whipping Yang Qing's body, and when the body was thrown back, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Sure enough, it's a waste, I can kill you within ten moves" Chen Xu sneered and spoke disdainfully.