With Yang Qing's cultivation of the sea realm, his comprehension ability is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and in more than a month, Yang Qing can use the seventy-two routines in the "Nujiang Stick Method" in one go, and he has already started in the stick method.

If he wants to use these seventy-two styles skillfully and know it well, it will take a long time, and he has not gone to actual combat, and what he has practiced is just a showcase.

At this time, the leaves on the poplar tree were about to fall off, and there was no trace of warmth in the autumn wind, Yang Qing was wearing thin clothes and chatting with Lu Zhen and the others.

"Yang Qing, you have also learned the stick method now, do you want that Chen Xu to compete" Lu Zhen was secretly excited, for more than a month, there was no laziness and no cultivation, and now the aura of heaven and earth can run in the meridians, but there is only a wisp of true yuan.

"My left arm now has less than 800 catties, and my right arm can have the strength of 600 catties, and I have the strength to fight with Chen Xu, but I am not sure of winning."

Yang Qing was slightly lost, and all the injuries on his body had healed, but he was still a little different from the monk who was full of True Yuan.

"I didn't get the "Mixed Yuan Thirty-six Styles", and the advantage of knowing the sea realm is not obvious"

"Then let him be happier first, and when he waits, he won't be able to find a tune to cry" Lu Zhen squatted on the ground, thinking about the tragic situation of Chen Xu being beaten down by Yang Qing in his mind, his heart was happy, and his face was full of smiles.

"What do you want to do beautifully, there's no need to fight too badly, just cry" Tian Bo followed Lu Zhen's words, and his heart was also beautiful.

"Xiaohu, Tian Bo, you two must not give up cultivation in the "Innate Sixteen Styles", it is the innate realm exercise of the "Mixed Yuan Thirty-six Styles", and sooner or later you will be able to reach the realm of knowing the sea."

Yang Qing looked serious, he was not instigated by Lu Zhen, he and Chen Xu did not have a deep grudge, he wanted to compete again just to fight for a breath.

"We practice every day, but each of us doubles the homework, the burden on the body is not great, and it is gradually weakening, and the growth of physical strength is also weakening, we should think of something else."

Qi Xiaohu was one year younger than Lu Zhen, but he was much more mature than him, and his face was sad at this time.

"Physical training is physical strength, and strength must be enhanced"

"I don't know if it's a book or a jade slip, if it's a jade slip, the remaining twenty styles can be written down in an hour. ”

Yang Qing thought thoughtfully, twenty styles, relying on divine sense, remembering within an hour will at most feel dizzy and swollen.

"Who is Yang Qing?" a middle-aged man who was less than forty years old, standing in the clearing, asked in a loud voice.

"I'm Yang Qing, what are you looking for me?"

Yang Qing stood up and walked to the open space, he had heard this question several times, and no one had asked him for more than a month.

He thought that this man was looking for him to compete again, but when he looked at it, he found that this middle-aged man was wearing a black dress embroidered with a small hammer, carrying an iron rod behind his back, and was nearly eight feet tall.

This middle-aged man is not a disciple of the Cold Iron Mine Area, but an outer disciple of Jifeng.

"Who are you? do you know who I am" The middle-aged man was burly, with no trace of kindness on his face, and a layer of blue stubble on his chin, looking down with his head down.

"I don't know you" Yang Qing looked impatient, carefully looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and said in a stiff tone.

"Hmph, then do you know Wang Erli?" the middle-aged man snorted coldly, his eyes staring at Yang Qing.

"You're... Wang Dali?" Yang Qing took a step back, widening the distance between him and the middle-aged man, looking wary, and asked in a cold voice.

"Hmph. Do you feel ashamed that a dignified Sea Realm monk actually bullied a mortal?" Wang Dali looked down condescendingly with a mocking face.

"Two years ago, he beat a fourteen-year-old boy on the street, is he ashamed?" Yang Qing straightened his waist and coldly confronted Wang Erli, not giving in.

Lu Zhen saw that something was wrong here, his expression changed, and he all ran over and stood behind Yang Qing.

"Hmph, that's also your fault first, Yang Qing, do you dare to take me a stick" Wang Dali stopped arguing, raised his hand and pulled out the long stick attached to him, raised his head slightly, pointed at Yang Qing with his finger, and said contemptuously.

The long stick was gray with red in it, about nine feet six inches long, and as thick as an adult's wrist.

"Why don't you dare?" Yang Qing knew that this Wang Erli was also a monk who knew the sea realm, and he was also powerful in his body, but he said fearlessly.

"Yang Qing, don't" Lu Zhen and the three of them said hurriedly, pulling Yang Qing to prevent him from competing with Wang Dali.

"Let go, otherwise I will be a nest for the rest of my life" Yang Qing turned his head and looked at the three friends in front of him seriously, his tone was firm and abnormal.

"Go" Yang Qing returned to the stone house and took out the stainless steel rod, and walked down the mountain, he knew that this stick would not be able to catch it, but there was no choice.

The disciples who got the news all rushed to the foot of the mountain to watch, and other disciples from other outer peaks came to the door to come to the door, and it didn't happen a few times in the cold iron ore area.

Yang Qing held a steel rod coldly, and stood opposite Wang Dali, who didn't care about his contempt in the open space at the foot of the mountain.

Compared with the long stick in Wang Dali's hand, the stainless steel rod is shorter, thinner, and lighter.

"Today, compared with other disciples of the Outer Peak, I will explain the rules again, until the point is reached, those who maliciously hurt others will be handed over to the Inner Peak Torture Hall for disposal."

"Let's start," a deacon in the cold iron mine area said loudly to Yang Qing and Wang Dali.

Yang Qing clenched the steel rod with both hands, and wanted to clench his teeth and leave the place, Wang Dali was the same, and his momentum was even more fierce.

This time it's not a competition, it's a confrontation.

The two long sticks both slashed diagonally, and with a 'whin' sound, they collided together without any fancy sound.

"Boom... Hum..."

Yang Qing felt a strong force coming down the steel rod, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly let go.

"Uhhhhhh

The steel rod flew out of his hand, and threw it to the side with Yang Qing.

"Huh"

Several deacons who were watching kicked the ground violently, and the steel rod that collapsed was intercepted in time, so that it did not whip the few disciples who could not react.

The deacons among the outer disciples are all in the Purple Mansion Realm, which is also the highest realm that the true-level exercises can reach. If you want to break through again, one is to comprehend alone, and the other is to become an inner disciple.

Yang Qing fell to the ground, his hands were cracked, his arms were dislocated by steel rods, and his face was in disbelief.

Wang Dali is a monk who knows the sea realm like him, why is the gap so big.

"Click, click"

Yang Qing moved his shoulders and put his hands on the ground, his divine sense swept over his shoulders, adjusted his posture, pressed his shoulders down hard, and his arms were put back together.

"Unbelievable, my stick has the strength of three thousand catties, and your fight with me is nothing more than a mantis arm as a car" The blow just now only made Wang Dali's body shake slightly, and he inserted the long stick into his back, and the corners of his mouth were upturned.

"I also cultivate Qi refining body, True Yuan, using double body strength, which makes my strongest blow have three thousand catties"

Wang Dali clasped his hands on his shoulders and said arrogantly.

"Some of the monks of the Purple Mansion Realm are not my opponents"

"Click... "The steel rod was thrown hard by the deacon, and it was stuck diagonally on the ground of the clearing, and the steel rod trembled.

"That's because you have shallow knowledge, you can see the power of spell combat skills" The deacon's face was dissatisfied, the disciples of this instrument peak were too rampant.

"Yang Qing, two years ago, you worked for my second brother as a handyman in the blacksmith, and you were trampled under the feet of my Wang family" Wang Dali didn't go to pick up the deacon's words, glanced at it, and continued to say to Yang Qing.

"Even if you become an outer disciple of the Imperial Wind Sect, you will also be trampled under my feet, and besides, presumably your cultivation techniques are "Mixed Yuan Thirty-six Styles" and "Nujiang Stick Method"."

"I'm also cultivating these two exercises, and I also have a true-level Qi Refining Method, how can you compare with me?"

"In the future, I will be trampled under the feet of my nephew Wang Youcai, I forgot to tell you that my nephew is the same as me, and he is a true spiritual root of the fire family"

Spiritual root qualifications can be divided into true spiritual roots, earth spiritual roots, heavenly spiritual roots and alien spirit roots. Among them, the Alien Spirit Root and the Heavenly Spirit Root are the best.

"In five to ten years, my nephew can defeat you"

"Past, now, and in the future, you will be trampled under the feet of my royal family"

"I can only blame you, you have a low background, and you don't have spiritual roots, and knowing the sea realm is your end"

Wang Dali's tone was excited, his second brother's face was beaten into a pig's head by Yang Qing, and saying these words made the anger in his heart be vented.

During the time he spoke, Yang Qing had been listening and did not interject.

"Yang Qing, wait slowly, be careful" Wang Dali squeezed out this sentence between his teeth, and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute" Yang Qing's voice was clear, and there was no anger in his tone.

"What? want to beg for mercy? Okay, kneel down and kowtow ten times, I can still think about it" Wang Dali raised his eyebrows lightly and said playfully.

"Wang Dali, after three years, do you dare to take me a stick" Yang Qing scratched his left arm lightly, his expression was normal, as if he was just talking about ordinary things.

"What are you talking about? haha... I'm laughing to death" Wang Dali laughed, as if Yang Qing had told a big joke.

"To dare or not to dare?" Yang Qing asked again, his expression unchanged.

"Okay, three years later, I'll see you on stage if I don't return" Wang Dali stopped laughing, his lips opened slightly, and he squeezed out this sentence from between his teeth.

"Okay, see you or leave" Yang Qing seemed to be breaking up with her friends and saying goodbye, with a relaxed expression.

Today is October 25, 1482 in the Lunar calendar.

"Good, good," one of the onlookers shouted.

"A real man, I'd rather be beaten to death than scared to death"

"Imposing, real man"

With the first shout, the crowd of onlookers continued to cheer.

"Hmph" Wang Dali snorted coldly, and squeezed out of the crowd with a cold face.

Yang Qing scratched his left arm lightly, watched Wang Dali leave, then retrieved the steel rod and turned back.

The onlookers consciously moved out of the way for Yang Qing to pass, and some disciples patted Yang Qing on the shoulder to show their support, and Yang Qing grinned.

Yang Qing and the four of them returned to the stone house, their faces were like a layer of frost, he was not angry, but he had been suppressed in his heart, his fear or anger was what Wang Dali was happy to see.

"Yang Qing, you are really a master, I have begun to worship you" Lu Zhen clenched his fists, Yang Qing lost, but it also made him excited.

"Lu Zhen, when are you still coaxing, you don't see what kind of strength the other party is?" Qi Xiaohu glared at Lu Zhen, dissatisfied that he didn't know the severity.

"Yang Qing, what are your plans, how sure are you" Qi Xiaohu saw that Yang Qing was not injured, and he was relieved, and then he was worried that he would not return to the stage after three years.

The reason why it is called the stage of no return is because only one of the two sides standing on the stage of no return can walk down, which is used by the Imperial Wind Sect to solve the undying hatred between disciples.

"I don't have half a point of certainty," Yang Qing said casually, but it scared Lu Zhen and the three of them into a cold sweat.