"Where am I? The underworld?"

Chen Xinghe woke up slowly, feeling extremely tired and too lazy to move his fingers.

A deep voice sounded in his ears: "You're lucky, boy. It's almost noon! I finally woke up! That girl Chan'er should be relieved now. Do you know that the third true successor of the Qingyuan Sect broke through the realm yesterday before he died?

Use the Yangguan Realm to kill all the nearby disciples, so many people will die, but you are the only one who will survive. However, you were injured by the sword roar, and your heart is weak, so you need to rest."

"Uncle Master? Thank you for your concern, Uncle." Chen Xinghe found that he was back, and there was a kind and honest middle-aged man sitting beside the bed.

"If you don't die, you will make a lot of money." There is sadness in the eyes of the uncle who taught the technique.

Chen Xinghe saw that the losses in the door must be heavy, so he thought of his second senior brother Lu Tianci as "cutting it in two" and pressed the idea of ​​asking about the casualties.

As a disciple, you cannot be without vision.

Uncle Master will definitely say it if he wants to say it. If you don’t want to mention it, don’t rub salt into the wound.

How can Dian Cang get good results as cannon fodder? It really goes with what the uncle said just now, if you don't die, you will make a lot of money.

As for Senior Sister Luo, whom I care about the most, if I look at the surrounding environment, I can tell that this is the ward for male disciples of various sects, and it is not suitable for people from all walks of life to come in, no matter how informal they are.

When the martial arts master mentioned Luo Chan'er casually, Chen Xinghe knew that the senior sister was fine, so he felt relieved and said a few words of comfort.

"Uncle, I have always been kind to others. I believe that with the guidance of a mentor like you, Dian Cang will be worth looking forward to in the next few years." Several generations of accountants in Chen Xinghe's family are well versed in the principle of being friendly and making money, so they speak and communicate in a harmonious manner.

"You can talk, no wonder you make that girl Chan'er miss you. Okay, rest now! Uncle Master still has things to do." Master Chuan Gong nodded with an encouraging smile, patted Chen Xinghe on the shoulder and stood up to leave.

Only then did Chen Xinghe have time to collect himself and think about the series of incredible experiences yesterday.

"Yesterday's experience was truly horrific."

"He turned into an old man who was poisoned, and he was on the verge of breaking up the family and destroying the sect. In the end, he died without even knowing how he died."

After a while, he thought in his mind: "Isn't this a dream? Qingyuan School's inner skill, the Zixiao Foundation Building Magic Skill, Sha Qinghe's step-by-step instruction on Xu Song's sword skills, and the fragments of the magical sword embryo."

"If, I mean if."

"If I really resurrected myself through a dead body yesterday, would I become very powerful if I came back now to practice the Zixiao Foundation Building Magic Technique and those sword skills?"

At this moment, Chen Xinghe heard someone talking in the bed next door.

"Do you think it's strange or not? On the battlefield that besieged Qingyuan's third true successor, all the weapons were broken. Even Xu Song's sword became terrible. The senior brother responsible for cleaning the battlefield was dumbfounded."

"It's true. Our senior brother said that Xu Song must have cultivated some kind of corrosive Qi, and he used the Qingyuan Sword at the cost of self-harm. Anyway, it is extremely destructive to gold and iron objects, otherwise he would not be able to kill him.

So many disciples."

"By the way, the little brother from the Dian Cang Sect in the next bed seems to have experienced the siege of Xu Song." Several injured people looked at Chen Xinghe.

"Ah! Before I passed out, I heard someone shouting a sword roar, and then my body swayed and I didn't know anything else." This simple answer caused laughter.

Everyone was laughing, but Chen Xinghe was guessing.

"The corrosion of weapons on the battlefield should have something to do with me. I hope it won't attract the attention of the major sects. Then they will think of me as a monster and it will be over."

He was worried and frightened, and he didn't shift his attention until the hot lunch was placed in front of him.

People are like iron, and food is like steel. If you don't eat one meal, you will feel hungry.

Shuimi hadn't had his teeth clenched until noon yesterday, so Chen Xinghe threw all worries aside, threw away his cheeks and started kicking.

The dozen or so wounded people in the room were all martial arts practitioners and their appetites were quite large.

Filling their stomachs like a storm, these wounded people chatted here and there in the room.

Chen Xinghe listened with stunned ears, and silently lamented in his heart: "Alas! The Qingyuan Sect has been destroyed, and it collapsed overnight!"

"From today onwards in Baiyuan County, there will no longer be a sect that can threaten the balance within fifty years. This has never changed over and over again."

"Diancang is too far away from a high school like Qingyuan Sect. Compared with the true disciples, the gap is horribly huge."

"Most of the true disciples and disciples of the Qingyuan Sect are selected when they are under ten years old. After being selected into the sect, they are carefully trained. They are given medicine every month to strengthen their bodies and strengthen their basic skills before the age of fifteen."

"When the inner strength and mental methods are taught at the age of fifteen, the foundation of hard work in daily life can be integrated into the Qi. It will take about three months to form combat strength."

"When you are sixteen, you choose your direction."

"The focus of swordsmanship is different, and the fist and palm techniques are also different. It depends on what your personal habits are."

"Usually, you'll start with your own characteristics, whether you like to use a sword or your palms. After a year of thinking, it's almost time to finalize the decision."

"I am seventeen and a half years old this year. If I want to develop in the future, it is already two years too late. No, counting the five years when I took root, I am seven years too late."

"Tongming, Yangguan, Haoran, Xuanxu!"

"The Tongming Realm is a third-rate master, and Senior Sister Luo is at this level. As for the third true successor of Qingyuan, who has reached the peak of the Tongming Realm, he is extremely close to the second-rate! If he breaks through the realm before he dies, he is a second-rate master."

"It's amazing. A second-rate master can kill so many disciples. How powerful can Elder Sha, who is a first-rate master, be?"

"The world is in turbulent times and the waves are high. If you want to live a long life, strength is essential. I must have the ability to protect myself."

Thinking of this, Chen Xinghe reluctantly sat cross-legged.

His hospital bed happened to be against the wall, so he leaned against the earth wall and slowly searched for Qi.

If you want to practice Qingyuan School's inner skill, Zixiao Foundation Building Magic Skill, the first step is to sense the Qi.

If you can't find the sense of Qi, it means you have no connection with Zixiao Magic!

I don't know if Chen Xinghe is really destined, or if he has inherited Elder Sha's feeling. He just closed his eyes and thought about it, and suddenly felt angry.

"hiss!"

"It's not difficult!"

"This is good, at least it saves several days or even half a month of hard work."

The feeling of Qi was found.

Chen Xinghe is very happy to do things. He practices whenever he finds one and is down-to-earth.

After all, we are so many years behind. How can we do it without being more diligent?

He also imagined that others would call him Young Hero, and then thinking about those dead disciples, he unconsciously wanted to become stronger.

"The silence is lingering, the expression is joyful, as drunk as a bath, the whole body is filled with Yanghe, and the golden flowers are spitting out. All the cheeks are silent, the bright moon is in the sky, and the earth is full of light. This is the purple sky of the heart."

"The purple sky is full of vitality, not afraid of wind and frost, the spirit of those I encounter is more vigorous, the house is made of gold, and the white jade is the platform..."

Chen Xinghe went deep into it and felt that this inner skill and mental method had mysteries that he could not understand.

Fortunately, Elder Sha has been immersed in it for a lifetime and has almost cultivated this internal skill to its full potential.
Chapter completed!