Before the elixirs and talismans take effect, they have to use special techniques to stimulate them. The combat belt saves the time for this excitement. The disciples of Jinao Island are fighting and invented such a thing.

"The Master has never practiced the Qinglian Sword Song. Ye Ting, you can learn it yourself here first. When your acupoints expand ten times, you can enter the first door."

After Yuwen Xuan said these very irresponsible words, a light disappeared.

Ye Ting opened his mouth and thought to himself how could I leave!

This is the place where inner disciples practice and trials, so there should be no danger. Ye Ting quickly calmed down and opened the skin. This skin was a large storage bag, which should be used to operate materials during the War of the Demon Sect.

Even with Ye Ting's current size, this thing looks like a giant shield when carried.

Ye Ting took a deep breath and untied the original belt. He also took off the token of the true disciple of the Dragon City True Legend. Looking at his new combat belt, there was also an inlay position on the left and placed the token on the left. The token space could not be opened, so he could only use a small storage bag, which was hung on the right.

Let’s look at the huge skin again. The skin contains dry food and water, plus many bottles and jars, all of which are elixirs. In addition, there is also a huge bundle of wooden swords, which is used for me to practice the song of the Qinglian Sword?

The last thing is a wooden talisman, wrapped in paper. Ye Ting took it out and unfolded it, but it was an open talisman. It was written clearly on the paper that if you want to return to this stone chamber of cultivation and stimulate the wooden talisman, you can open the bronze door at the place where you go.

It turned out to be a key to come back. Ye Ting put the wooden talisman into his storage bag. After thinking about it, he also put the best elixirs in the huge skin bag in the storage bag. He took out the food in the storage bag and cleaned the space, leaving only the talisman money and elixirs.

Ye Ting thought about the piece of metal that Yang Mei gave him and still put it in the storage bag. In this way, the storage bag less than two feet in size was filled.

Ye Ting counted the wooden swords in the skin, and there were 300. This wooden sword was not even a talisman weapon, but it was also refined and had formation patterns inside. When used, it was a hundred times better than the iron sword of a mortal, and it was suitable for monks to practice swords.

Ye Ting sat down on the ground, not willing to drink the few spiritual liquids. He took a piece of dry food and filled it with clear water. He didn't realize that he missed Jiachen when he was by his side.

After his stomach was a little full, Ye Ting took out the Qinglian Sword Song and looked calmly. The cover of the sword score was pure blue, and four large characters with iron-painted silver hooks were written on it - Qinglian Sword Song.

Below the four characters, there is a small seal, vermilion red, as earnest as blood. The marks of the seal are simple, and Ye Ting looked at them intently, feeling mysterious and unparalleled. The small seal seems to contain the ultimate principles of heaven and earth and the supreme way.

But! What is the seal?

Ye Ting was a little shocked because he forgot the words on the seal text at any time and could not remember a single stroke. This was not something he could do, so Ye Ting immediately gave up watching the seal text. He stroked the cover of the sword score with his hands, and his tentacles were cold. It felt like leather and had a hard metallic smell.

Slowly open the cover and turn to the first page.

On the pale yellow paper, there was only a trace of ink, three inches long, hitting Ye Ting's eyes. Ye Ting seemed to be hit by a meteor, and his whole body was pressed by invisible force so that he could not breathe. His bones clattered, and layers of sweat suddenly oozed out of the surface of his skin. Under this pressure, the nine hundred acupoints in his body, together with the ten acupoints outside his body, had a strange resonance.

A sword light lit up in Ye Ting's purple palace sea of ​​consciousness, pure green. The green lotus sensed the sword light to appear, and suddenly the petals bloomed, revealing a slightly sluggish soul inside. A sword light also flew out from Ye Ting's soul. The sword light, with the power of time and the pure blue sword light, merged together.

The two sword lights merged and returned to Ye Ting's soul. Ye Ting's soul was instantly full, and the consumption he had in the past when fighting the transparent silk thread was directly replenished.

Nine hundred and ten acupoints were still ringing, the green lotus swayed, and the white lotus silk grew again, passing through the mud, breaking through the purple palace sea of ​​consciousness, entering Ye Ting's meridians, and heading towards the acupoints.

But this time, there was a peerless sword intent among the white lotus root threads.

The sword intent rushed into all the acupoints along the meridian pulses. As the acupoints fluctuated, Ye Ting felt that his whole body was shattered by sharp weapons, and then he recovered in an instant and shattered again.

After a few breaths, nine hundred and ten acupoints were dyed with a blue color. When the oscillation stopped, all acupoints expanded, more than ten times larger than before.

At the same time, Ye Ting also knew the name of this sword move - Qinglian Fu Hai.

When I looked at the sword score again, there were several lines of handwriting under a trace of ink. The handwriting was extremely arrogant, as if the paper could no longer be restricted and was about to jump out directly.

It says: For 16 years, the pirates in Canghai killed Xingcheng. I was alone and killed on the way back. I realized this sword intent, which is so good!

Ye Ting's heart was filled with energy, and he had the urge to whistle to the sky. The words also flew out of the paper, turning into images, circling in front of him.

A young man in blue, holding an iron sword in his hand, stepped forward step by stepping forward one step faster.

Hundreds of steps ahead, the fierce bandit looked at the boy in surprise. There was a hint of horror on his face full of hostility. The hundreds of bandits under him were still unaware of it and laughed.

Bandits build the foundation, and young people cultivate qi!

Ye Ting felt all the details in the picture, and his heart tensed up. All the details passed by him. The young man was just a handful of iron in his hand. There were still nineteen condensation cultivators under the bandit.

Suddenly, a huge anger arose on the young man. Then his body brought a shadow and came to the bandit leader in one step and set off his sword.

The iron sword penetrated the bandit's eye sockets, and a huge green lotus bloomed. Each lotus petal spread out, and a bandit fell down, and the green lotus was released layer by layer, like a dream.

In less than one breath, hundreds of bandits were killed.

Just one sword, one foundation building, and nineteen condensate, died under the boy's hands.

After the murder, the young man laughed and left. The only thing standing on the ground was the broken iron sword in his hand. On the iron sword, there were cracks like spider webs. It was not until the young man disappeared that it broke and scattered on the ground. The broken sword body spread out a lotus, which seemed to be swaying on the blood-stained earth.

While Ye Ting comprehended the sword intent, he also knew the name of the sword - Qinglian Fu Hai.

Ye Ting only realized that he was shocked by the boy's anger, and he could not exert any force on his body and collapsed on the ground. This was a real reaction to his body. Faced with the boy's anger, his body had lost any will to resist.

Only the external acupoints can still be operated. Ye Ting mobilizes the true qi in the ten acupoints, returns to the body, and impacts the remaining acupoints. Nine hundred acupoints fluctuate one by one, gradually transforming into pure blue. The lotus patterns inside the acupoints are staggered and grow, expanding all acupoints again.

This expansion took a full six hours to stop. The nine hundred words of mantra were generated in Ye Ting's heart.

The song of the Qinglian Sword, the chapter on Qi Refining.

In the same Qi Refining Chapter, the Ten Directions Purgatory Path has 30,000 words, and the Green Lotus Sword Song is only 900 words. However, the complexity of the Green Lotus Sword Song is far greater than that of the Ten Directions Purgatory Path.

The 30,000-word entry in the Ten Directions Purgatory Path, with rigorous order and every word is gem.

The 900-word introduction to the song of the Green Lotus Sword, what the hell is this!

Ye Ting seemed to be a bystander, and the nine hundred words of sword song flowed through his mind. These nine hundred words can be reversed and the order can be reversed and the pronunciation will be smooth! In this way, there will be countless changes. Even if there is an upper limit, it is the number of sands in the Ganges River. It depends on manpower to calculate it, and there is no end to the possibility.

Master, are you still able to get started?

Ye Ting felt deeply hurt. Such a mantra could humiliate everyone's IQ.

Sword intent, sword intent!

Ye Ting tried hard to stabilize his emotions. The master let him condense for two months, so he would definitely not be aimless. He tried hard to recall the boy's sword, and at the same time took a wooden sword in his hand, and stabbed it out like the boy.

When the sword was stabbed out, Ye Ting's mind suddenly stabilized completely. He simulated the boy's anger, but it seemed to be true. The lotus shadow on his body burst out directly, and his power disappeared instantly.

However, he directly absorbed the sword intent and had no way to control the attack. The acupoints in his body began to shake. During the movement of the true energy, Ye Ting had already touched the threshold.

The 900-word formula has been simplified in countless changes, but there are still hundreds of millions of dollars.

Ye Ting was not excited either. He tried hard to recall the scene he had just seen, the steps of the boy, the movement of his true energy, and the anger was thriving. All the details were actually imprinted in his heart.

As Ye Ting's imitation became more and more similar, the mantra of this Qi Refining Chapter was simplified by him to more than 120,000 words.

More than twenty days passed in this practice in a blink of an eye. Ye Ting had already simplified the mantra to 3,600 words. At this time, he had already understood that the Qi Refining Chapter of the Qinglian Sword Song was really only 900 words. As long as you comprehend the sword intent, you can quickly learn it. But you don’t have much time left.

Therefore, to speed up your practice, you must start taking pills.

Ten days later, Ye Ting ate most of the pill left by the master in his skin, and then he reduced the mantra to nine hundred words. He had already understood the various changes in the Qinglian Angry Sea.

His nine hundred and ten acupoints have expanded to their limits. In each acupoint, there are lotus patterns densely spreading through the meridians. The control of true qi is a world of difference from before.

Behind his head, a green lotus illusion of three births and three deaths, and then it dissipated.

Outside the bronze tripod, Yuwen Xuan sensed the aura emitted by Ye Ting, smiled, and turned around and left. The Qinglian Sword Song could not be given guidance from others, and even the Lord of Jinao Island could not help Ye Ting.

Ye Ting himself can only learn how much he can.

Ye Ting has cultivated the mantra of Qi Refining, but he hasn't mastered the sword technique yet. He picked up the wooden sword again and began to formally practice the Qinglian Angry Sea.

These days, Ye Ting's use of Qinglian Nuhai is also repeatedly thinking about the use of Qinglian and Angry Sea, and thousands of changes are in his heart.

Anger suddenly burst out on his body, and he took a step and rushed out of seven feet.

boom!

The wooden sword, which was tougher than the essence iron, exploded directly. This time, because he had not made too many mistakes in the accumulation of power, the power contained in the wooden sword had exceeded his own expectations. The sword intent was out of control, the wooden sword could not bear it, and the wood chips flew, and more than a hundred pieces were stabbed into Ye Ting's body.
Chapter completed!