When he saw that the wind blowing towards Su Ming was partially emanating from his temporary face, the old man surnamed Jing had a solemn expression instantly, and he suddenly understood why Bai Chang was so attached to Su Ming in front of him.

"What a Su Ming ......," the old man surnamed Jing muttered.

"I originally wanted him to be able to bear more time under the stimulation of the words, after all, the wind blowing at the speed of this icy day is by no means ordinary, and it is the best quenching body......

And at the tip of this sword, there is only one person who can obtain this kind of quenching creation, and for the sake of Bai Changzai, let this person practice here.

But, I didn't expect it...... This person's comprehension power has reached such a level, and he has actually realized this realm!" The old man surnamed Jing looked at Su Ming with blazing eyes.

"I asked him to imagine himself as the wind, so that when the two winds collide, he could feel the power of the wind, so as to achieve the effect of quenching, and quench the fan with the wind...... But what he realized was that he had gone beyond this realm, allowing his body to be penetrated by the wind, so as to ...... When there is wind, there is no wind, if people are not there, if they are not there, ......" The old man surnamed Jing was stunned for a long time, and looked at Su Ming's gaze, which was strange.

Su Ming walked there cross-legged for a long time before he opened his eyes, and the moment he opened his eyes, his eyes were calm.

"Senior Jing, this wind is a little smaller, can you make this crack a little bigger. ”

The old man surnamed Jing snorted, but he didn't say the word waste again, but raised his right hand and nodded in front of Su Ming, and suddenly the crack widened a little, making the wind blowing stronger.

At the moment when the wind blew towards Su Ming, Su Ming closed his eyes, the pores of the sweat all over his body suddenly opened, and he imagined in his mind that his body had become that blood mist, and there were countless subtle gaps in it, which could allow the wind to penetrate directly, as if he did not exist.

It was as if his sweat pores could breathe, and those winds blew on his body, and were sucked away by his sweat in a strange way, and the rapid transformation and exchange in his body was dispersed from the sweat pores behind him.

It's just that this way of breathing can't replace Su Ming's real breathing, it will also make him feel suffocated, and even there will be more and more intense stinging pain in his body under the exchange of this breath, but this way does allow him to maintain a high speed beyond the weight in the wind and even in time.

Time passed, and when the next day came late at night, Su Ming opened his eyes, took a few steps back, took a few deep breaths, and gradually recovered his complexion, such a move he continued many times throughout the day.

The old man surnamed Jing never spoke again, but kept looking at Su Ming with a strange gaze, watching the scene of Su Ming breathing with sweaty pores.

"As far as the old man knows, there are some fierce beasts that do not need to breathe through the mouth and nose, and they use the skin of their bodies instead of their noses and mouths...... If he hadn't known that you were indeed a barbarian, and had seen you suffocating from time to time, the old man would have thought that you were a fierce beast. The old man surnamed Jing spoke strangely.

"Your method is not the same as my previous judgment, but looking at your appearance, this method can't last long, and after all... Can't be perfect. The old man surnamed Jing pondered for a moment and said slowly.

"But my speed is much faster than before, and I have been doing it for a lot longer, so for me, this result is very satisfying.

As for the more perfect way...... You need to survive this war to be qualified to understand. Su Ming was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice.

The old man surnamed Jing didn't seem to agree, but as if he remembered something, he didn't refute, but turned into a sigh.

"Maybe you're right, survive to have a chance. You can cultivate on your own, I'm a little tired......" He shook his head, closed his eyes, and meditated there silently.

At night, the sky was dotted with stars, but Su Ming had no time to look, after resting for a while, he took a deep breath, came to the tuyere of the tip of the sword again, sat down cross-legged, and used this way that even the old man surnamed Najing didn't understand.

In fact, Su Ming didn't know much about this, but just according to the blood mist as inspiration, he figured out a way, this way seems to be not difficult, you can control every different breath of the sweat pores of the whole body, this requires a sense of subtlety, it is difficult for ordinary people to do.

Even Su Ming needs to keep trying before he can slowly find some current laws and slowly unfold this tempering, which is completely different from carrying weights.

"You can't give up the burden, it's not that what others say is completely correct, and this war is afraid that it will last for many years, and its tragic degree is even more unbelievable, and surviving "is the point!" Su Ming looked firm and closed his eyes.

The time of the night gradually passed, and when the early morning of the third day, when the first sun raised its head, Su Ming saw a different sunrise in the sky.

The sunrise was spectacular, attracting Su Ming's attention, for a long time, he closed his eyes, immersed in the tempering of the wind, until the night came again, until the third night passed, and when the new morning came again, Su Ming stood up and walked to the old man surnamed Jing who had always closed his eyes as if he was sleeping.

The moment he approached, the old man opened his eyes.

"Senior Jing, thank you for your enlightenment. Su Ming hugged his fists and bowed, with gratitude in his eyes.

"Don't thank me now, if you can survive this war, it's not too late. The way the old man surnamed Jing spoke, Su Ming had some habits, smiled when he heard the words, took out the wooden slip given to him by the Heavenly Evil Son from his arms, and respectfully handed it to the old man.

The old man surnamed Jing took the wooden tablet, glanced at it, and frowned.

"Junior, juniors are going to leave here. Su Ming spoke calmly.

"With the token of the predecessor of the Heavenly Evil Son, you can leave at any time, but there is still more than a day to go, and you can reach Tianlan City, if you leave now, you will have to go to Tianlan City by yourself. The old man surnamed Jing glanced up at Su Ming.

"I suggest you don't do it unless it's of particular importance. ”

"This matter is very important for the younger generation. Su Ming looked at the old man.

"Give you seven days, you can come to Tianlan City at your speed, and you can feel the specific location by virtue of your vitality imprint on this sword.

If you don't return after seven days, you will be punished as a defector!" The old man surnamed Jing shook his sleeves, threw the wooden slip in his hand at Su Ming, closed his eyes again, and ignored it again.

But in the flick of his sleeves, on the protective light curtain of the big sword behind him, there was a distorted fluctuation in one position, obviously, that was the exit he had temporarily opened for Su Ming.

Su Ming took the wooden tablet, bowed to the old man, turned around and glanced at his car at the edge of the sword in the crowd, Su Ming smiled and nodded, with encouragement in his eyes.

Ziche was silent, looked at Su Ming, and nodded in the same way.

As for Tianlan Meng, he was still sitting on the edge of the sword, with his back to Su Ming, his hair on his shoulders, as if he was looking at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

Su Ming retracted his gaze, and under the surprised gaze of the people around him, he shook his body and went straight to the temporary door that opened behind the old man, and in a flash, he penetrated through the distorted light curtain.

At the moment when Su Ming left the light curtain, a deafening roar echoed in his ears, this roar continued, the big sword of the icy sky roared away, and when Su Ming looked back, he could only see a black dot disappearing in the distance.

Disappearing, there was also the violent roar that had just begun.

In the vast sky, there was gradually silence, Su Ming stood there alone, looking into the distance, he retracted his gaze for a long time, and his body took a step towards the earth.

The moment he stepped forward, the ice ring on his body exploded in front of him, and the speed was amazing at this moment, and he was galloping, he felt a strong wind resistance blowing in his face, and at the moment when the wind resistance was approaching, Su Ming unfolded the breathing method that he had realized.

His body flashed and disappeared without a trace.

This speed had reached a shocking level, and a moment later, on the land of this barbarian, on the top of a mountain peak in a mountain, there was a sudden howling wind, and there were even more distorted ripples of nothingness echoing, and Su Ming's body, like an afterimage reunited, stood there.

His face was pale, and he took a few breaths of air in a row before he gradually recovered, but his eyes were bright and his heart was pounding.

"It's a lot faster than it used to...... It can last for half an hour!"

Su Ming had a smile on his face, and after the qi and blood in his body calmed down, he looked down at a small barbarian tribe under the mountains, in a large area of land not far away, which existed in a stockade surrounded by wood.

In the early morning tribe, the smoke curled up, and the noisy sound of some children playing could be faintly heard, standing here, Su Ming saw that in the small tribe, people were starting a new day.

This tribe, Su Ming was the second time to come, and his eyes were fixed on it, a house that looked very ordinary.

With a shake of his body, he walked down the mountain, towards the tribe.

Su Ming's arrival, silently, with his cultivation, can make the clansmen of this small tribe step into it without noticing, when his body appeared in the village tribe, outside this ordinary house, Su Ming heard a wisp of Xun, coming out of the house.

This song is full of tranquility, and when people hear it, the whole person is at peace.

Su Ming stood there, closed his eyes, immersed in this song, for a long time, the music gradually dissipated, and an old voice came out hoarse from the house.

"You're here......"

"Junior Su Ming, ask to see the senior. Su Ming opened his eyes, his eyes were calm, and he bowed with his fists.

"Come in, your Xun, I've already fixed it. ”

Su Ming looked respectful, lifted the door of the house, and the moment he stepped into the house, he saw that the inside was the same as before, and even the position where he sat down had not changed in the slightest, as if the old man who had never gotten up in the past few days looked at him there, with a kind smile on his face.

His eyes are godless. (To be continued)