For the first time, Wang Li used half of the Demon-Suppressing Sword at his fastest speed.
Unlike in the past when he deliberately slowed down his movements during Jingyuan's teachings, he also did not have to perform slowly and leisurely due to physical reasons.
In a state of high concentration, he did not make any mistakes.
Even if he holds a light wooden sword in his hand, he can still hear the scream of the sword after the sharp wind.
The footwork, body movements, breath, and eyes are all consistent.
After just one day of physical training, he already felt that he had made great progress compared to himself yesterday.
At the end, the light brown sword tip suddenly thrust straight out, with an indomitable momentum, and after a short and jaw-dropping explosion, it went straight into the tree trunk surrounded by a person in front of him.
Debris flew.
It does not reach the middle of the wooden sword.
Wang Li paused, and after taking a breath, he quickly pulled out the wooden sword, with faint green smoke curling up from the sword.
It was seen that there were many friction marks left on both sides of the wooden sword. After contact with the air, it slowly showed a charred black color, and some places even began to faintly turn red.
With a breath of air, the red light that was about to go out suddenly became dazzling again, just like the exciting fire before digging into the wood to make a fire.
Wang Li flicked his wrist, and the sparks fell off, quickly disappearing in the air.
He raised his hand to wipe away the sweat running down his temples. Although his breathing was a little heavy, his eyes were bright and captivating.
In the past few months, he had already suffered enough from the burden and even drag on his body.
Although he was just an ordinary person among billions of people in his previous life, at least he was healthy most of the time.
To be honest, the body left by the little king carp made him feel much worse than the body he had before his death in his previous life.
It is no exaggeration to say that Wang Li, who had just arrived, was absolutely worried. He did not dare to try any movement that was too large, for fear that if he was not careful, his body would die directly to him.
at the moment.
Wang Li finally felt his health in all aspects, from psychological to physical.
I don't dare to expect to be very powerful, just being healthy is enough.
Carrying the sword, Wang Li returned to Zhulin Zen Monastery and made himself a breakfast. After eating hastily, he returned to the room and began to sit cross-legged, looking like he was practicing asceticism.
Of course, in his opinion, practicing cultivation is not painful at all.
In the process of absorbing and transporting spiritual energy, you cannot notice the passage of time at all.
Although the repetition rate of this process is very high, it is like a mechanical work dedicated to one process on a factory assembly line.
But for Wang Li, all this is very new, and the [concentration] state can ensure that he will not be suddenly distracted or feel bored.
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Seven days later, the gate of Bailong Temple.
Under the slightly steep stone steps, figures emerged from the mist.
They are all monks, and the leader is none other than Master Qingwang who visited Zhulin Monastery some time ago. He still looks calm and intimidating, with stern eyes, striding like stars, and the wind blowing under his feet.
However, there was no figure of Monk Jingyuan beside or behind him.
After entering the temple, he turned around and gave some instructions to the monks following him, then left the group and walked quickly to the back of Bailong Temple.
After a while, he arrived outside the Zen room of Abbot Qingzheng.
Without the etiquette of knocking on the door, he walked straight in, and with a quick glance, he immediately locked onto the abbot who was meditating on the futon.
Visible to the naked eye, his frightening gaze suddenly softened, and his angular face showed a bit of the kindness that a true eminent monk should have.
"Big brother!"
With a soft call, Abbot Qingzheng slowly opened his eyes.
As soon as the two people's eyes met, Abbot Qingzheng's eyebrows suddenly twitched slightly, and the rosary beads spinning in his hand stopped.
"problem occurs?"
Qingwan pursed her thin lips tightly, and a heavy breath came from her nose. She nodded and said, "Yes! Senior brother, Jingyuan...is missing."
Abbot Qingzheng frowned and pondered for a moment, then asked Qingwan to sit in front of him, and then moved his lips lightly but no sound was heard.
After a while, Elder Qingchi came.
Before reaching the door, I heard him say loudly: "Elder brother, why are you so anxious? I have just prepared these days and am about to go find that boy..." His voice suddenly stopped, just because he saw
Qingluan's back.
His eyes rolled, and he crossed the threshold with a smile: "Senior Brother Qingwu is back? Why don't you see Jingyuan? He went back to the bamboo forest?"
There was a hint of worry in Elder Qingchi's voice. If he had known that Qingwang Zhidao would come back so quickly, he should have speeded up in the past few days, at least go to Wang Li first to settle his name. The relationship between Jingyuan and Wang Li
We met my father, and in more than a month, our relationship became much closer than that of Qingchi.
So, from the moment he walked in until he sat down, he didn't take his eyes away from Qing Wang's body.
However, the sound he heard next not only did not make him breathe a sigh of relief, but instead made his expression change drastically.
"Jingyuan is missing." Abbot Qingzheng said calmly.
"What?"
Qingchi immediately frowned and looked at the abbot's senior brother, then turned to Qingwang and said, "Senior brother, what's going on?"
Qingwang clenched his hands into fists, gritted his teeth, and his eyes suddenly showed murderous intent.
"When we were crossing the city, Master Jingyuan used the golden bell to protect the people in the city. The poor monk led the disciples to attack the evil place." As he said this, he took off the gray cloth bag tied around his waist and placed it in front of him.
Then he said: "Although the process of subduing the demon was troublesome, it was overall smooth. But after I subdued the demon, I found that my nephew Jingyuan was missing."
"Gone?!" Qingchi was stunned for a moment, then looked anxious, "What do you mean, why is it missing?"
Abbot Qing Zheng was quite calm: "Qing Wang, when did you find out that Jing Yuan was missing? Did anything unusual happen along the way?"
Qing Wang: "After I put this demon into this bag, I immediately called to my nephew Jing Yuan to stop the golden bell, but I didn't get any response. I thought something was wrong and immediately went out to look for it, but until my nephew Jing Yuan stayed,
The golden bell completely dissipated, and no trace of him was found. Then I dispersed with my disciples in the city, and even invited the city lord's mansion to help, but I couldn't find any clues.
In addition, on the way back, I also recalled that when I was subduing the demons, I always paid attention to my surroundings and did not find any demonic energy. So I started to trace back from the beginning, from the time when Master Jingyuan followed me down the mountain to the time when I started to subdue the demons.
During the process, there was only one time when he took the initiative to leave me."
After hearing the last sentence, Qingzheng and Qingchi's eyes immediately stared at Qingwan.
Qingwan did not rush to speak, but stretched out his hand and touched the ground, and a sheathed long sword appeared.
Judging from its appearance, whether it is the hilt with fine lines like scales, the sword boring carved with exotic animals, or even the scabbard made of ebony and inlaid with silver and iron, they are all exquisitely made.
However, this sword has a brand-new appearance, and there is nothing strange about it.
Therefore, the two old monks looked puzzled at the same time, waiting for Qingwang to give the answer.
"Senior Brother, Junior Brother Qingchi, this is the only time that Junior Nephew Jingyuan left the team after coming down the mountain. He said he was going to buy a long sword for the boy in his Zen monastery. When I came back, I went to the sword shop specifically and found nothing.
No clue, I just helped him bring this sword back." This chapter has been completed!