In the Qin Gate.

In a yard full of spiritual energy, Qin Fangyang was pushing three violent aura talismans in front of his son.

"Father, this is..."

Qin Cheng looked at the violent aura talisman in front of him and was confused. This thing can increase his explosive power in a short time after it is stimulated. It is mainly used when he fails to fight and escapes. What do you want it?

"This is a violent talisman. You won't even know this, right?"

"The child knows that it's just that the father did something for the child's violent talisman. The child has not yet built a foundation, and it is unlikely to encounter such a thing as fighting with others."

Qin Fangyang clicked on the table and said, "I never thought of letting you fight with others to death, and these talismans are not violent talismans, but blood talismans."

"Bloody Talisman?!"

Qin Cheng was shocked when he heard this, subconsciously took two steps back, and said in a panic: "Father, isn't our Qin Sect explicitly prohibited? If you are discovered, you will be severely punished!"

Qin Fangyang's eyes flashed with anger and shouted in a low voice: "Look at your cowardly look, so what if you were discovered? Now Qin Yan is dead, Qin Guan is seriously injured and fell into a big realm. Who can compete with me in the sect?"

"And Elder Qin Yong..."

"He's a big deal!"

Qin Cheng shrank his neck and reminded: "Father, Elder Qin Yong is in the realm of fire like you."

Looking at his son's timid appearance, Qin Fang's yang energy came to him: "So what? Twenty years ago, he was in the late stage of the fire. Now I have half a step into the fire. I can only take the opportunity to make the fire become the number one in the Qin Sect and become the leader of the sect. He is still in the late stage of the fire, so what's so scary?"

"I asked you to explain something today. Although Qin Yong is nothing, Qin Guan is a tough guy. If I want to unify the Qin Sect, he must eliminate it. You can take away these bloody talismans and find an opportunity to deceive a few fools to use it to kill Qin Long. This will not only ruin Qin Guan's mood, but also frame him and drive him out of the Qin Sect in one fell swoop. Hahahaha."

Speaking of the excitement, Qin Fangyang burst into laughter.

"Hehehehe..."

Qin Cheng's laughter attracted his attention. He looked at his son curiously and asked, "Why are you laughing at? Could you understand the reason?"

Qin Cheng shook his head: "I don't know, but when I saw my father laughing, I guess there must be something wonderful, so I smiled, hehehe... Father, do you think I smiled appropriately?"

Qin Fangyang: What a fuck I have committed? Why did I give birth to such a stupid son?

"Don't laugh anymore, go and do things quickly. If you don't know who to look for, the Wu Jian family is strong and his two sons are good candidates."

Back mountain, open space.

There is a dead ancient tree on the edge of the open space. Although it cannot fall, the dead branches on the treetops are deeply rooted in the sky like steel needles.

Legend has it that this ancient tree has existed since the Qin Sect was established. It has survived through heavenly thunder and has survived to this day. However, Qin Long, who was practicing under the tree, is very clear that this ancient tree looks vigorous on the outside, but it is already rotten inside. It will collapse with only the urge of powerful external forces, just like this rotten Qin Sect!

‘Bang!’

A shallow fist print appeared on the ancient tree, which was exactly what he practiced for steel fist.

When the steel boxing technique is practiced to a great success, one punch can produce four times the force. Qin Long has not achieved great success yet, and can only barely exert less than twice the force with one punch.

However, even less than twice the boxing power is not something Qin Long can bear.

A faint pain came from his hand. Qin Long looked down and saw blood oozing out from the back of his hand, which had already been clearly linked. He shook his head involuntarily: "No, although this steel fist is fast and strong, its strength cannot be effectively restrained. It is easy to leave flaws in the battle, and it also has high requirements for the physical fitness of the practitioner."

Looking at his somewhat tender hands, Qin Long frowned.

"This is still the entry-level steel fist, and I have also gained strength. Cultivating the truth and qi but not the body. Although the spiritual assistant cultivators have outstanding strength, their individual quality is too weak. These hands are simply girls. Should I practice the iron sand palms in conjunction with learning this steel fist? This will take too much effort."

While Qin Long was thinking about the problem, the yin and yang fish in his body moved, swam up along the meridians and gently circled his broken hands and quickly returned to his dantian.

In just a moment, the slightly bleeding part on Qin Long's hand was as intact as before.

"What's the situation? Can this Yin-Yang fish still treat injuries?"

After feeling the inexplicable movement of the Yin-Yang fish, he immediately looked cross-legged and looked inward, observing the Yin-Yang fish in the Qihai Sea.

The white silk threads were still chasing happily in the Qihai Sea, and there was no change at first glance, but the careful Qin Long found that their color had dropped a lot, and they were quickly absorbing the essence stored in the Qihai Sea to recover.

"Since they can cure injuries and be self-sufficient, can I just wrap them in my fist? In this way, can I directly treat the wounds and reach the level of not being injured!"

Do it when you think about it. When the Yin-Yang fish recovers as early as the Qinlong thought, the Yin-Yang fish will follow the meridian and come to the right hand.

Qin Long sat in front of the ancient tree and used all his strength to hit the trunk.

I thought this Yin and Yang fish would heal the wound the moment they were injured, but I didn't expect that when they punched, they instantly sank along the meridian and returned to the sea of ​​qi.

"Come back!"

Seeing that his fist was about to hit the ancient tree, Qin Long shouted violently, and his divine mind pulled the Yin-Yang Fish back to his fist. This punch was done with all its strength. If it could not be repaired in time, it would be possible.

In the blink of an eye, the Yin-Yang fish that had originally sunk into the Qi Sea was dragged tightly by Qin Long with his thoughts, and he tried his best to squeeze and urge him to the fist.

However, what Qin Long did not expect was that although the other end of the Yin-Yang Fish was also dragged down, he still did not obey his orders and was rooted in the essence pool of Qihai.

Under the constraints of thoughts, the Yin-Yang fish was triggered into a long white line, instantly crashing into the right fist from the sea of ​​Qi.

In an instant, a surging force that was unknown origin came from the waist and abdomen.

‘Bang!!’

The ancient tree suddenly shook, and Qin Long's fist was deeply imprinted in the trunk.

I thought there was no treatment for Yin and Yang fish, but the pain that came out with all my strength did not come. Qin Long took out his fist and looked at it, and was surprised to find that there was not even a trace of damage on it.

A layer of unseen light film lingers on the fist. The light film has become dim, but it quickly recovers under the feeding of the other end of the Qihai Sea.

Looking at the light film on his hand, Qin Long was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

"This...is this the internal energy power of the yang stations and yin in the Nine Turns of Qimen? In this way, if I could absorb the essence during wartime, wouldn't it mean that I could be self-sufficient while fighting?"

Imagination is beautiful, reality is cruel.

Just when Qin Long thought he had found the anti-natural use of the golden finger, the essence stored in the sea of ​​qi was actually drained from this punch, and the light film also flashed and disappeared without a trace.

Losing the feeding of essence, the Yin and Yang fish retracted into the dantian and turned weakly, waiting for his breathing and breathing.

"I only lasted for three seconds in total?"

Qin Long looked at his right hand dumbly, what's the matter? Three seconds of real man?

He was speechless. The plug-in was easy to use but the disadvantages were too obvious. After excessive use, it would be discovered by the administrator and the account was blocked.

Fortunately, the unblocking time was not long, so I comforted him a little.

Sitting cross-legged, just as Qin Long was just piercing himself into breathing, Qin Cheng's gentle but sarcastic tone appeared not far away.

"Oh, I said why can't you find the waste everywhere? It turns out that you are hiding in this back mountain where no one comes to practice secretly."

Qin Long opened his eyes slightly, and Qin Cheng opposite him was still wearing a moon-white robe with a golden crown, and was shaking a gold-edged mahogany folding fan in his hand, which seemed to be 20,000 to 50,000, and there were two familiar monks in the door.

"Oh, what is he practicing? Why haven't I seen it before?"

Qin Cheng knew the reason and shook the folding fan, saying to the two ordinary monks following next to him.

"Brother Cheng, this kind of country style is rare in our Qinmen. I was fortunate to encounter a martial arts in the villages at the foot of the mountain. Only then did I realize that there are external skills in this world." The monk next to me said flatteringly.

Another monk also sarcasticized: "Yes, I didn't expect that in our sect, there are people who learn this kind of external skills. Oh, I almost forgot that there seems to be a genius in our sect who was ruined by his dantian a few days ago and turned into a waste. I guess it was to prepare for the future of selling skills and making a living!"

"Hahahaha, OK, that's right!" Qin Cheng laughed at the side when he heard the wonderful thing, and kept applauding.

After searching for memories, he remembered these two monks. These two were brothers. The brother was called Wu Xing and the younger brother was called Wu Yong, and he was a famous fence-bearer in the Qin Sect.

When he was a powerful man before, these two men were still begging for a while and were his followers for a while. Now Qin Long has lost his cultivation and has turned his face and licked Qin Cheng.

"Hmph, two wild dogs that were led by people are worthy of barking in front of me?"

In the face of the mockery of the monk, Qin Long responded without any rush or impetuously.

"you..."

The two monks were furious and pulled out their swords and wanted to teach him a lesson.

"Slow down." Qin Cheng temporarily stopped the two of them with a folding fan.

He wanted to kill Qin Long, but it was still inside the gate. It was difficult to smooth things over by directly wielding weapons and hurting people. He pointed out the long sword in the other party's hand from the air.

"Although we are here to have fun today, we are in the sect, so we can't use weapons to use weapons and we can go there after we put away our swords. This way, if we kill, it's easier to find a word."

The two monks obediently said, "Yes" obediently, and walked towards Qin Long with bare hands. In their eyes, Qin Long, whose Dantian was destroyed, was an ordinary person. Even if they were bare hands, they could easily kill him with the bonus of spiritual energy.

The monk who came towards him smiled evilly and said, "Hehe, don't worry, Qin Long, we brothers will try to save you a life as lightly as possible. After all, you will have to do your filial piety in the future and send your disabled father to the end."

"Hahaha, brother, what are you talking about? He is a waste now. It is not certain whether he can survive his father's monk!"

‘Crack’

Qin Long's fist made a bursting sound because he tried his best to breathe, but the essence in his body had not been fully replenished, and the Yin-Yang Fish had just recovered a little luster.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Qin Long tried to calm down and speed up the number of breaths while they were approaching.

The two monks rolled up their sleeves and approached arrogantly. The Yin and Yang fish in Qin Long's body also realized that the crisis was turning rapidly, converting spiritual power into essence.

Just as the Yin-Yang fish became glorious again, Qin Long moved.

At this moment, under the crazy activation of Qin Long's thoughts, the Yin-Yang Fish was pulled into a long thin line and moved to Qin Long's hand in an instant.

A powerful force was triggered along the course of the thin line, and it was transmitted from the sea of ​​qi and reached the peak of fist. The originally slightly reserved essence pool was once again vacuumed.

Feeling the surging but powerless force in his body, Qin Long knew that he only had one chance to punch now!

It is better to start first.
Chapter completed!