"This sword intention is a bit strange and a bit difficult. But in seventeen days, I can indeed dispel it a few days earlier. But who do you think I am for? I keep it, why don't I show it to you?"
Zhao Yanran snorted and stretched out her hand unceremoniously: "Here! Twenty fetal refining pills, twenty snow soul pills, five fire soul pills, and a snow soul nameless sword! Keep this sword intention.
Over the past few days, I have been worthy of you."
The woman in red didn't show any annoyance. She casually wiped the black wound and saw an unusual ripple appear in the surrounding air.
A few mosquitoes and flies happened to pass by nearby. They were hit by the ripples and immediately fell to the ground, losing their life.
And all the weeds in the surrounding area were suddenly withered.
"Madam, you should be glad that you were not reckless, and I just happened to come here! If you rush to get rid of it, you will suffer a lot!"
While talking, the woman in red looked at the withered vegetation on the ground with admiration: "What a sword! I have never seen or heard of it before. It will kill without mercy, and it has a strong death aura. Fortunately, it is this
If one's cultivation is not strong enough, the sword's will cannot be formed and fully expressed. If not, you would have died long ago!"
Zhao Yanran also looked stunned, and touched her neck with some lingering fear. Knowing the consequences of hastily expelling her, although it would not be able to do anything to her, it was inevitable that she would be traumatized again.
His momentum was immediately suffocated, and he felt a little weak. But the next moment, he said more confidently: "So what? You can make the sword's intention latent without releasing it. Old witch, are you even happier? You must have been laughing secretly just now.
Is that right? Don’t try to hide it from me, I saw it! Is there anyone in this world who is more suitable than him to learn from your Taiyuan Sect’s Taihao Yuanling Sword?”
The woman in red felt a headache. She put her hand on her forehead and said, "My sister is so smart all her life, why did she accept you as a disciple? No matter how old or young you are, our family won't eat you, but we will definitely treat you."
Throw it to Ganan Cave. I believe those eminent monks will be happy to chant sutras for a hundred days to convert you, a female devil!"
Zhao Yanran's pupils shrank immediately, and a trace of fear appeared on her face. She was not afraid of anything, but what she was most afraid of was listening to the monks chanting sutras.
However, the woman in red was only halfway through her words when a smile appeared on her face that could no longer be suppressed: "That's all! It's a great achievement for you to find such a genius for our Taiyuan Sect. Some
It’s just a pill plus a broken sword, and you’re still worried that I’ll miss you? Let’s wait until this matter is settled.”
Zhao Yanran's eyes flickered, revealing a strong suspicion: "Uncle, do you know how to write the word 'letter'? It's not that my niece doesn't believe it, it's that you never mean what you say, uncle."
Suspect--"
After all, she was still a little afraid, and she no longer dared to call out the word "old witch". The cheeks of the woman in red were also flushed, and she was obviously angry from embarrassment. She coughed slightly in embarrassment, and then her eyes suddenly turned cold and cold.
"Stop talking nonsense, where is that person? Whose name is he? Where did he come from? If we can't find your junior brother, then it's not just Ganan Cave, but Mingmiao Temple in Liangjie Mountain!"
"Junior brother? You are really rude!"
Zhao Yanran's face turned pale again, but she raised her eyebrows without giving up: "I may not even like Lingyun Sect, and I may not be willing to join your Taiyuan Sect. With his qualifications, no matter who in the world
Are the big sects inaccessible?"
"Ling Yun Sect?" The woman in red smiled and snorted proudly: "It's just a low-level Holy Land sect, but I, the Taiyuan Sect, control the third and seventh Holy Land! There is no way he can't agree.
!Whoever dares to rob me will be killed by our family!"
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In the black mud swamp, there is continuous drizzle, but thousands of miles away, the sun is shining brightly.
In the past ten days, Zong Shou's martial arts training place has been moved from the car to the roof, occupying Xue'er's territory.
Although the human medullary bone is warm in nature, it is the source of yang energy in the body. However, in the deepest part of the body, a lot of yin and cold energy accumulates day by day.
Therefore, when refining marrow and bones, it is best to choose a place with strong sunlight. With the help of the sun, the effect of driving away the cold and tempering the marrow bones can be said to be twice the result with half the effort.
But for this marrow refining physical technique, Zong Shou chose the demon clan's secret marrow refining method, the Great Sun Mighty Fist.
In his memory, this is the top marrow bone tempering method handed down by the legendary monster clan. Among the classics, it is praised by countless martial arts masters as the best among similar techniques, surpassing the rest.
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It's just that in later generations of humans, few people practice it. Because the human and demon races have different physiques, the effects are naturally very different.
Now that Zong Shou had awakened his demon body, using this boxing technique naturally complemented each other. Therefore, he decisively put aside the other superb marrow refining techniques in his memory and directly chose this unique skill of the demon clan.
Different from the Tiexi Lingquan, this set of Sun Ming Lie Fist was fierce from the beginning. On the roof of the car, it stirred up with the wind passing around it, causing bursts of sound.
The steps under Zong Shou's feet were of a different style, extremely dexterous.
At this moment, the cloud-turning car had already left the black mud swamp and entered a hilly land with endless slopes. The body of the car also swayed and undulated from time to time according to the terrain.
But Zong Shou's figure was not affected at all. He seemed to have suction cups under his feet, standing firmly on the top of the carriage, and his figure moved freely.
Su Chuxue watched quietly from the side, intently. Even Yin Yang, who was driving in front, was absent-minded. Most of the time, he was looking back, carefully observing Zong Shou's boxing skills.
Although the two of them have passed this stage long ago, they also know that this moment is a rare opportunity.
Not only is the boxing technique itself a rare and unique skill, but the martial arts concepts Zong Shou displayed while practicing boxing are also thought-provoking.
The strength of the fist became softer and softer with practice, and in the end it was completely different from the fierceness of the Sun Ming Lie Fist. Instead, it was somewhat similar to the soft appearance of the Taixi Ling Fist at the beginning.
However, every time a punch was thrown, there was always a muffled sound of "empty". The sound was not obvious, but the wind caused by the rapid movement of the cloud-turning car around was pushed away several feet away.
Su Chuxue didn't understand much, but she knew that learning from her own young master would never go wrong. She still remembered that day, when Zong Shou's seventy-six swords forced Zhao Yanran to admit defeat. On the bright sword stage, she broke through eighteen in a row.
The heroic figure of the sword puppet.
Yin Yang's eyes were getting brighter and brighter. One of his hands could not help but follow Zong Shou's fist movements. And the energy around his body was also flickering, with a surge of spiritual energy. However, it was blocked by an invisible layer.
The obstacles are pressing and I have been unable to break through.
About half an hour later, Zong Shou finally fell down helplessly. This set of Sun Ming Lie Fist, which was already extremely draining of physical strength, could last for more than two quarters of an hour. Recently, his soul power had increased sharply, suppressing both veins and weakening his physique.
Due to significant improvement.
"The benefits of having a stable fetal breath are endless. It only took seventeen days for me to reach the last step of refining the marrow! Poor me, in my previous life, it took me a full year to complete this step!"
Three consecutive Seven Spirit Fetus Refining Pills made Zong Shou's fetal breath extremely powerful. And this marrow refining was also a matter of course. Hundreds of bones in the body seemed to have a warm flame, providing a large amount of blood.
It only takes three more days for him to truly melt away the cold accumulated in his bone marrow.