As soon as Ling Yunfeng's sword control technique was launched, the flying sword suddenly trembled, made a "whoosh" sound, and instantly turned into a silver light, quickly flying forward.
Because everything happened so suddenly, Ling Yunfeng had no time to react, and the flying sword under his feet flew forward quickly. Ling Yunfeng's body suddenly flipped backwards under the flying sword, and immediately began to shake violently, with his arms like those of birds.
It flapped rapidly like wings, unable to balance for a moment.
"Fuck! Ah!"
Suddenly, a scream suddenly sounded in the air, and Ling Yunfeng's body was like a bird with broken wings, staggering from mid-air to doing a rough free fall, falling straight down, and then his buttocks hit the hard surface hard.
on the ground.
"Puff!"
"Ouch!" Ling Yunfeng's butt landed first and hit the hard ground hard. He screamed and made a shallow groove in the ground of his lower body. Then his upper body fell forward involuntarily and suddenly knocked.
On the ground, he fell to pieces.
"Bah! Bah! Bah! Bah!" Ling Yunfeng got up from the ground angrily, spitting spit with dust from his mouth, and quickly slapped the dust on his clothes and face with his hands.
"Hiss!" Ling Yunfeng took a few breaths of cold air, cursed and covered his sore buttocks and rubbed them hard several times. He wiped the two strands of red liquid flowing out of his red and swollen nostrils, and kept mouthing.
Cursing loudly.
"Bah, come again." Ling Yunfeng wiped his nose, picked up the flying sword on the ground, threw it into the air again, and suddenly jumped up to stand on the flying sword.
"Fly for me." Standing on the flying sword, Ling Yunfeng suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted loudly. He used the sword control technique again and controlled the flying sword to fly forward. Suddenly, the flying sword under his feet trembled slightly and then slowly
Fly forward.
With the experience from the last time, Ling Yunfeng can control it much better this time than last time, and his body is not so shaky.
Standing on the flying sword, Ling Yunfeng looked at the scenery flying rapidly backwards under his feet, and felt the breeze blowing on his cheeks. He felt an indescribable coolness all over his body, and at the same time, he felt like he was floating in the clouds.
a feeling of.
"Yaya, standing on the flying sword is not as good as walking on the ground. It feels so good and the speed is amazing. It seems that I don't have to run away in the future. Think about it, I used to run dozens of miles a day.
It feels even worse than having both legs broken." Ling Yunfeng smiled happily, remembering that in his previous life he often had to travel dozens or hundreds of miles a day, and now even he admired himself a little.
"Ah! Grass mud horse!" However, just before Ling Yunfeng was proud, a burst of curses and screams sounded in the air again, and a man and a sword were seen falling rapidly from the air in a rough free fall motion.
"Ah! Is there anyone who plays tricks on me like this? Have I become an idiot too? I wouldn't be so embarrassing." On the ground, Ling Yunfeng got up angrily, covering his forehead and yelling, almost feeling like crying.
.
When he released his palm from his forehead, he saw a large bump the size of a baby's fist appeared on his forehead. There was a trace of blood on the edge of the red and swollen bump, and his face was stuck with many small branches.
, it also left many scratches, and it looked like a big cat face.
It turned out that he had just been focusing on balancing his body and was not concentrating. He was ecstatically thinking about what he could do in the future after having the flying sword. He was a little complacent, which led to extreme joy and sadness.
While flying, I forgot to look ahead, and accidentally flew into a forest on the edge of the grassland without knowing it. My head hit the trunk of a tree directly, so I met this tragic end.
"Bah! Come again! I can't win against a broken sword?" Ling Yunfeng spat out a mouthful of spit mixed with dirt and branches, then gritted his teeth, threw the flying sword into the air again, and dodged.
The flying sword flew precariously over the grass.
However, not long after it flew out, it staggered down again and hit the ground hard. Suddenly, there was a muffled sound of a gun hitting the ground followed by a shrill scream.
"Sister, come again, I will fight with you!" Ling Yunfeng cursed angrily, picked up the flying sword again and threw it into the air, jumped on the flying sword, and controlled the flying sword to fly in various postures...
Immediately, a strange scene appeared on the grass here. A man and a sword were flying over the grass. After a while, there was a scream, and a man and a sword were seen swinging from mid-air and falling directly to the ground.
A human-shaped dent was left in the grass above.
Not long after the man fell down, he stubbornly got up again, picked up the silver three-foot sword on the ground with a curse, threw it into the air, jumped on the sword, and controlled the sword to fly forward.
With.
"Ah! Male Gobi!"
"Bang!"
"Fuck. Is there such a thing as playing tricks on people?"
"Damn it, if you fall again I will break you today, ah! No, I'm just kidding, don't..."
"Bang!"
"That's enough, stop falling! Ah..."
"Bang!"
"Your sister..."
"ah!……"
Occasionally, in the previously silent valley, there could be faint sounds of a few gunshots hitting the ground, someone's miserable screams and angry yells.
Time passes slowly, and the rays of the scorching sun have softened unconsciously. The fiery red sun sinks half of its face under the distant mountain peaks, and the afterglow of the setting sun pours on it like a thin veil.
On this piece of grass,
A wretched figure was lying on the grass like a dead dog, panting heavily, with red and swollen face and many small scratches on it.
The clothes on his body were even more torn and torn, just like a few pieces of cloth hanging on his body, and his whole body was covered with colorful grass juice, filled with the breath of nature. At this time, Ling Yunfeng
His appearance was simply worse than the beggars on the streets of Qingfu City.
However, Ling Yunfeng didn't seem to care about his messy body. A smile appeared on his face like a tabby cat. After nearly a day of practice, Ling Yunfeng was able to control the flying sword smoothly without any force.
However, looking at his red, swollen and dusty face, one can guess that he probably fell many times during the day.
After taking a short rest, Ling Yunfeng headed towards the Ling family. When he returned to the small courtyard, he met his mother Su.
Seeing Ling Yunfeng's miserable appearance, Madam Su hurriedly came over to inspect Ling Yunfeng's body, asking questions with concern.
Feeling the deep concern in Su's eyes, Ling Yunfeng felt warm in her heart and hurriedly comforted her mother, saying that she just had a fall and nothing was wrong.
Although she heard what Ling Yunfeng said, Mrs. Su was still worried. She carefully checked Ling Yunfeng's body and saw that her son only suffered some superficial injuries. She was relieved that nothing was wrong.
However, he still couldn't help but blame Ling Yunfeng with a few words of concern, telling him to be more careful in the future, and then went to prepare food for Ling Yunfeng.
Immediately afterwards, Ling Yunfeng happily ate with his mother before returning to his room. He immediately locked the door and window and entered the cauldron refining space to perform his daily beating training.
It wasn't until midnight that Ling Yunfeng dragged his scarred body out of the cauldron refining space and lay directly in the bucket to temper his body with blood-colored liquid. He was extremely tired and almost didn't bother to move as soon as he lay in the bucket.
After a while, he fell asleep immediately.
The next day, before it was dark, Ling Yunfeng went straight to the back mountain again, practicing martial arts and flying swords in the back mountain. Of course, he did not forget to refine the medicinal materials of the Foundation Establishment Pill into elixirs.
Seven days passed before Ling Yunfeng refined twenty ingredients of the Foundation Establishment Pill into elixirs. After the first two practices, Ling Yunfeng became much more proficient in his alchemy techniques. None of the twenty ingredients were destroyed.
It was refined into elixirs by Ling Yunfeng, and the quality of the elixirs was also mentioned as the highest.
If others see this situation, they will definitely be surprised. Refining twenty first-grade elixirs without destroying a single medicinal material is something that even some second-grade alchemists cannot do.
On this day, just as Ling Yunfeng was about to go out to sell the pills, he met Ling Mo running excitedly out of the room.
"Ling Mo, what's wrong with you? Are you so happy? Is there anything good going on?" Seeing Ling Mo seeming very happy, Ling Yunfeng raised his eyebrows and asked, could this guy have encountered something good again?
"Master, I have made a breakthrough." Ling Mo came forward mysteriously and whispered in Ling Yunfeng's ear like he was offering a treasure.
"Oh?" Hearing this, Ling Yunfeng glanced at the former in surprise, then grabbed his hand and detected a breath. He immediately found that the breath in Ling Mo's body was indeed much stronger than before. It should have reached the first level.
Martial spirit stage.
Looking at Ling Mo, Ling Yunfeng's eyes were a little surprised. He didn't expect Ling Mo to break through so quickly. You must know that he had checked the latter's physique. The latter's muscles and bones were only average. If he practiced normally,
It is estimated that it will take nearly a year of practice to break through to the first level of martial arts stage.
Unexpectedly, Ling Mo had broken through to the first level of martial energy stage in just ten days. It was probably because of the power of the body tempering pill.
"Well, it's a breakthrough." Ling Yunfeng nodded under Ling Mo's slightly nervous gaze.
"Hey!" After receiving Ling Yunfeng's confirmation, Ling Mo's face became more joyful. Although he felt like he had a breakthrough, he was not sure as he had never practiced before, so he hurried over to let Ling Yunfeng confirm.
Now that I have received Ling Yunfeng's approval, I am naturally overjoyed.
"Are you happy? With just this level of cultivation, you are so weak? Just practice hard." Ling Yunfeng glared at Ling Mo who was smiling from ear to ear and said.
"Yes, Master." After Ling Yunfeng poured a bucket of cold water on him, the heat in Ling Mo's heart suddenly dropped, and he said with an aggrieved face. He originally thought that he could come to the Master for a few words of praise after breaking through.
Unexpectedly, the young master seems not satisfied at all. It seems that he must work harder in the future and not let the young master down.
Little did he know that Ling Yunfeng was actually quite satisfied with his cultivation speed, and he only said this to him because he was afraid that he would be complacent.