"Hey, no matter what, let's give it a try. I have joined the Immortal Sword Sect now. If I don't practice the Immortal Sword Art, how can I still hang out in the Immortal Sword Sect in the future?"
So, Yang Kun sat down cross-legged again and began to practice.
For some reason, Yang Kun felt extremely relaxed from drawing Qi to gathering Qi, as if he had practiced before. He frowned slightly, and the immortal Qi gathered in his abdomen was pressed into Dantian by Yang Kun.
After the immortal energy entered the Dantian, Yang Kun quickly introduced it into the meridians according to the inner strength method of the Immortal Sword Jue, and then gradually started to operate.
Chichi~!
Wow~!
Yang Kun could clearly hear the sound of the meridians being opened and the sound of immortal energy flowing in the meridians.
However, those black Yuan Qi seemed to be very hostile to these Immortal Yuan Qi, so he was very careful to avoid letting the white Immortal Yuan Qi collide with those black Yuan Qi. His intuition told him that once these two kinds of Yuan Qi collided, the consequences would be disastrous.
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During the first practice, Yang Kun successfully caused the immortal energy to circulate in his body for seventy-seven forty-nine days.
However, he has not condensed the Immortal Yuan Dan yet, so as soon as he stops practicing, the Immortal Yuan Qi in his body will stop functioning.
Yang Kun opened his eyes slightly, then slowly stood up and said excitedly: "I succeeded!"
In addition to being excited, Yang Kun was even more worried. He didn't know what was going on with the black energy in his body. It seemed like a time bomb hidden in his body. No one knew when it would explode with a bang and shatter his body into pieces.
However, now Yang Kun doesn't dare to ask others, so he has to be careful.
Just like yesterday, Chen Yuting got up very early and came to ask Yang Kun to chop bamboo together.
The days of practicing immortality and Taoism seemed to pass by very quickly. Three months passed by in a hurry, but the immortal power cultivation in Yang Kun's body did not improve much. He found that whenever the immortal energy improved, those black
The Yuan Qi became more and more repulsive, and several times he almost broke free of the seal and started fighting with the Immortal Yuan Qi.
Chen Yuantong suddenly became interested one day and came to investigate Yang Kun's cultivation of immortality. Unexpectedly, after asking and testing, he was almost angry to death.
Based on common sense, ordinary people who practice the Immortal Sword Art should be able to achieve some level of success in three months after the first rough chapter, at least reaching the third level of Qi Refining Realm or above.
Unexpectedly, Yang Kun's poor qualifications are really rare. He has been practicing for three months, and he is still at the first level of Qi Refining Realm.
Chen Yuantong stared at Yang Kun with his eyes wide open and an angry look on his face. All the disciples beside him had sympathetic expressions but did not dare to speak out. Originally Wei Dabao wanted to say a few words for Yang Kun, but looking at the junior disciples he taught
She actually practiced to such an extent that her face turned dark and she didn't dare to speak. As for Chen Yuting, she stood aside and watched the joke with a smile, and sarcastically said in a low voice: "What's the use of all the brute strength?"
Yang Kun's face was full of shame, and he knelt in front of Chen Yuantong, feeling ashamed. He thought that no matter how his master scolded him, it was deserved. Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, the brothers around him didn't say a word, and even Chen Yuantong didn't say a word. He was cautious and strange, and secretly lifted the
Looking at it, Quejian Chen Yuantong's face was full of anger, and at some point it turned into a look of disappointment. He really responded with one sentence: "There is no greater sadness than heartbreak!"
Chen Yuantong stood up, shook his head, moved his short and fat body, and walked towards the back hall without saying anything. All the disciples looked at each other, not knowing why.