"It seems that Mo Zhangming is really a defensive person, and he can't hold himself back anymore." Yang Huang frowned.
"Hmph, if he really dares to attack my father or the person who picks me up, I can kill him with one finger." Changsun Xin looked disdainful.
"Okay, okay, you go back to your room first. I will practice hard all night and try to break through to the ninth level of physical training before tomorrow." Yang Huang wanted to concentrate on training.
"You are like a cabbage in the realm. If you want to break through, you will break through!" Changsun Xin looked helpless.
"I'll try my best." Yang Huang looked serious.
"Okay, okay, I'm really convinced by you." Changsun Xin shook his head.
After Changsun Xin walked out, Yang Huang re-entered the state of trance. His spiritual thoughts left the body, bringing with them all the blood and energy in his body. The blood and energy carried a large amount of spiritual energy into his body, and Yang Huang's Qi Sea Points were continuously filled with spiritual energy.
After an unknown amount of time, Yang Huang's Qihai Point was finally filled with spiritual energy.
"snort"
The pain of tearing the Qihai Point this time was unprecedented, and Yang Huang couldn't help but groan.
After the Qihai point was torn, it gradually healed, forming a Qihai point that was more than five times larger than the eighth section of the body exercise.
"This is truly a first-level experience. The sea of ââââqi is more than five times larger, which is enough for me to learn the second form of the Yuxian Sword Technique." Yang Huang was delighted.
Yang Huang clenched his fists. He estimated that he could already reach a low-level Qi Gathering physique.
Yang Huang opened the curtains and looked up at the sun: "At this time, I can definitely learn the second style of the sword technique. Even if it is just a beginner's, it will allow me to last a little longer."
Before he finished speaking, Yang Huang opened the package and took out the Jade String Sword Technique. He was finally able to learn the second form of the sword technique, String Stringing.
This style is an entry-level sword technique in the Qi Gathering Realm. It originally requires the support of Qi Hai. However, the creator of the sword technique may have considered that there are many practitioners of Yeluzi and Rotten Street Cultivation Methods, so the power of the sword Qi is not low, but
The requirements for spiritual power are not high. Therefore, Yang Huang can practice this second form in the eighth stage of body training by relying on the huge Qi sea cave of Jiehe Nayuanfa.
Yang Huang took Changsun Xin to the open space outside the city and asked her to judge the power of his sword skills.
"You really broke through in one night?! What a monster." Changsun Xin said helplessly.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Yang Huang slashed out more than fifty sword energy in a row before asking Sun Xin with a weak look: "Xiao Xin, how are you doing?"
Changsun Xin looked surprised: "You... what you just used was the Jade String Sword Technique?!"
Yang Huang looked puzzled: "Yes, I spent 10,000 spirit stones to buy it."
"Ten thousand high-grade spiritual stones?" Changsun Xin still had some illusions.
"Ten thousand low-grade spiritual stones." Yang Huang's words shocked Changsun Xin's jaw.
"Do you know the origin of this sword technique?" Changsun Xin asked.
"Does this book of swordsmanship have a great origin?" Yang Huang was puzzled.
"This is a sword technique originally created by Sword Saint Yuxian Sanren. The stronger the practitioner, the more powerful the sword technique will be. As long as you learn it and master it, it will not be a problem to use it to transform your mind or even manifest your sage!" Changsun Xin explained.
"Then why does this sword technique appear in the battle hall of Tianyun City?" Yang Huang was even more puzzled.
"Yuxian Sanren has a weird personality. He only passes it on to his so-called destined people. He lets the destined people sell them to low-level monks at the right price. But if someone robs them forcefully, they are his enemies. Last time there was a Youhua artistic conception
A strong man, Da Zong, robbed someone of his sword skills. What happened to you as a result?" Changsun Xin asked.
"What's wrong?" Yang Huang asked.
"An entire sect was cut down to the ground by Yuxian Sanren's Heavenly Sword." Changsun Xin said.
Yang Huang was deeply shocked. The power of a single sword could cut down an entire mountain range, which was enough to show the terror of this Yuxian Sanren.
"Getting back to the subject, each of your sword skills is barely as strong as a low-grade Qi Gathering Realm. With this, you can at least hold on for two breaths under Mo Zangming's hand.
"Every sword has the strength of a low-grade Qi gathering. Doesn't that mean..." Yang Huang couldn't believe it.
"Yes, you already have the strength to surpass a small number of inferior Qi gatherers." Changsun Xin nodded.
Yang Huang and Changsun Xin returned to the hotel. Yang Huang sat in the hotel and calmed down silently. He asked Changsunxin to sit next to the counter. After a while, if he and Mo Zhangming got into a fight, Changsunxin would take action.
The time soon passed, Yang Huang looked at the sun and stood up.
At this time, Yang Huang held the sword diagonally across his waist, and his spiritual power was circulating throughout his body. The reason why Yang Huang was always in a fighting state was that he was afraid that the city lord would suddenly attack and he would not be prepared.
Not a quarter of an hour later, the city lord arrived.
The city lord is a tall man in his fifties. He is wearing a silver-white silk robe. Next to the city lord are two guards who are in the fifth stage of physical training, followed by the guard who was injured by Yang Huang yesterday.
When others saw the city lord coming, they all quickly knelt down and worshiped. There were many monks in the physical training realm among them. Yang Huang did not kneel down.
"Hahaha, sir, I'm late." The city lord didn't want to quarrel with Yang Huang right away.
A guard next to the city lord shouted to Yang Huang: "How brave, don't you kneel down when you see the city lord?!"
Yang Huang had no expression on his face: "Why do you need to kneel down?"
The city lord's face suddenly darkened: "Yang Huang, don't be so shameless! If you apologize to my guards today after I kneel down, I will forget your offense. You are a foreigner, I will forget it."
Even if I kill you, no one will blame me, the city lord."
"I won't kneel down today, you don't deserve it!" Yang Huang said with a cold face.
A cold light flashed in the city lord's eyes, and he immediately struck out violently, with an extremely powerful punch that struck Yang Huang's face: "Then you go to hell! No one in this city can do it for several consecutive times.
Offended me once."
Yang Huang hid to the side, and at the same time he drew out his sword, slashing at Mo Zhangming with sword energy one after another. Mo Zhangming was not afraid, and blocked the sword energy with his fists. But Yang Huang's sword energy was endless,
If he allows the sword energy to strike him, he will be injured.
Fighting with a ninth-level monk and causing bleeding and injuries was a disgrace to him, and Mo Shanming would never allow it to happen.
After three breaths, Yang Huang slashed out a series of sword lights with one hand, took out the prepared elixir for restoring spiritual energy with the other hand, and put it into his mouth.
All of a sudden, Yang Huang's spiritual energy, which was about to dry up, quickly replenished and recovered to about 80%.
After two breaths, Yang Huang looked at Changsun Xin, who was already prepared.
After Changsun Xin saw Yang Huang's eyes, he activated his escape method and rushed over in an instant. He violently attacked Mo Zhangming.
"Damn it, there is actually a middle-grade Qi Gathering helper, but do you think you can stop me like this?" The city lord said with a sinister smile: "I will torture you after I kill her."
"Humph, I'm afraid you won't be able to kill me." Changsun Xin chuckled.
As the daughter of a top sect leader, Changsun Xin still has the confidence to fight to a draw with an ordinary high-level Qi gatherer who also has no weapons.
Mo Zhangming only had five or six spiritual arts, while Changsun Xin used more than twenty spiritual arts. However, what Yang Huang didn't understand was that most of the spiritual arts she used were wind-based spiritual arts.
After all, Mo Zhangming's Qi Sea was created by ordinary cultivation methods and was not broad enough. Changsun Xin's Qi Sea was condensed by top cultivation methods, and even slightly surpassed Mo Zhangming in terms of spiritual energy reserves.
Mo Zhangming punched out a fist with blazing fire, and Changsun Xin turned into wind and disappeared. In an instant, Changsun Xin gathered behind Mo Zhangming, and with a move of his hand, a powerful wind blade slashed towards Mo Zhangming.
Mo Zhangming turned around and punched. The fist shattered the wind blade and at the same time, its power was exhausted. At this time, Mo Zhangming kicked Changsun Xin. This kick carried powerful flame power. But Changsun Xin But his body flashed, and he did not forget to taunt: "Don't you know that the best thing about wind spiritual power is speed? You can't touch me."
Mo Zhangming's face was so gloomy that he could shed tears: "I will always find your flaws. If I catch you, you will be dead!"
Mo Zhangming attacked again and again, but Changsun Xin dodged again and again.
In the end, Mo Zhangming resisted Chang Sunxin's wind blade. He bit the tip of his right thumb, and waves of mysterious text appeared. Mo Zhangming used a secret method.
A fire bird more than a foot long chased Changsun Xin and killed him. Even though Changsunxin had the advantage of speed, it was difficult for him to completely distance himself.
Just when the Fire Bird was about to attack Changsun Xin's face, Yang Huang endured the pain of drying up his spiritual energy and mobilized the spiritual energy around him to barely perform a Jade-Breaking Style at the Fire Bird.
At this time, a loud shout came from the sky: "That's enough."
The fire sparrow was destroyed directly, and Mo Zhangming spurted out a mouthful of blood due to the backlash from the spiritual technique.