The midwinter is gone, the spring breeze is coming, and seemingly overnight, little greenery has appeared on the plains, cities, hills, and the earth.
On the top of the inaccessible mountain, there is still snow and the cold wind is high.
Huhu
In the biting cold wind, Li Chuang stepped on the edge of the cliff and punched slowly. His movements were very slow, but extremely powerful. Each punch and kick could blast the strong wind.
His lower body is also very stable, even if it is a smooth cliff edge, it is not enough for him to miss again.
But what followed was a slowdown in the advancement of martial arts.
"call!"
After a long time, Li Chuang slowly regained his momentum, and the turbid energy was blown out of his mouth, but it was blown away. The time was too short, and no matter how diligent he was, his internal energy skills still couldn't keep up.
There is still a long way to go before exhaling breath into an arrow.
"In four months, I have practiced a low-level martial arts to the fifth level. This progress should be considered fast, right?"
Li Chuang cheered up and after taking a short rest, he found a nearby mountain peak again and started climbing.
There are countless high mountains in the peak forest here, and on each top of the mountain there are things that Taoist Lin left for him, whether it is food, books, or martial arts essence...
From the initial resistance to the current expectation, it only took a month.
What is there on this mountain?
Huhu~
People are like apes, constantly jumping up and down. Months of experience in climbing the cliff have made him no longer timid, and his speed is also very fast. In less than half an hour, he is close to the top of the cliff.
Snapped!
Hold on to the edge of the cliff tightly, push hard, and turn over.
"Let me see what good things the teacher left behind this time..."
The words stopped abruptly.
In the fierce cold wind, Li Chuang's face suddenly turned red. This cliff was much flatter than the others. It was no longer empty, but had half of the cliff blocking the cold wind.
Several wooden houses are built against the mountain.
But wherever he looked, he was attracted by the beautiful woman standing against the wind.
She is still dressed in men's clothing, her clothes are still fluttering, and her long hair is like a waterfall hanging down around her waist. There is no modification at all, but she is already incredibly beautiful.
Staring at the beautiful woman blankly, Li Chuang felt that all the fatigue he had endured for many days was gone. The cold wind was not only not biting, but also terrifyingly hot.
"Qin, Fairy Qin..."
He called out cautiously, hope flashing in his eyes.
Then……
Qin Si glanced at him, boredom flashing in her eyes, and turned back to the house without saying a word.
‘Click’
Li Chuang felt a sudden pain in his heart, and felt sour again. He lowered his head sadly, feeling that the wind was frighteningly cold. He couldn't help but tighten his clothes, and turned back along the same path in despair.
"I don't know what my uncle saw in that boy. His talent is unsatisfactory and his temperament is average. Does such a person deserve to be called a 'Qianlong'?"
In the house, Zhao Kun drank tea without a sip. These days, he had been secretly observing Li Chuang, but he really didn't see anything special.
"Then Young Boy isn't ten times better than him?"
Hearing these words, Qin Si glanced at him: "I remember someone didn't say that before..."
"At that time, this boy was working for the imperial court, but it's different now!"
Zhao Kun snorted angrily:
"However, now that I think about it, that boy Yang is really a good match. With his talent, he is definitely a great master!"
"If the rumors are true, this kid really has the Dao Fruit, and he may not have any chance of becoming a Martial Saint!"
"Disrespecting the elderly!"
Qin Si snorted lightly and refused to leave him.
"How come you don't react when others mention it? Alas, you can't keep this girl~"
Zhao Kun sighed a few words, then suddenly smiled and said:
"Don't say that my uncle doesn't miss you. Before your uncle came down the mountain, I visited him and asked him to come down and meet that boy Yang. With his cleverness, he must have guessed..."
"You, you told Uncle Master?!"
Zhao Kun originally thought that the little girl would be overjoyed when she heard the news, but unexpectedly her face suddenly turned pale, as if she was frightened.
"What, what's wrong!"
"How could you?! How could you?!"
Qin Si stamped her feet, feeling a little confused for a moment.
With her intelligence, she couldn't guess what Lin Daoren was thinking about bringing Li Chuang back. This, this...
"You, you want to kill Brother Yang?!"
"What?"
Zhao Kun's face was filled with astonishment. Wouldn't his uncle recruit such a talented young man who had betrayed the imperial court?
"If Brother Yang dies because of me..."
He was slightly stunned, but Qin Si gritted her teeth, pushed the door open and left.
"Are you crazy?! Six doors were searching us like crazy..."
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…
Whoosh!
The cold wind howled, especially at high altitudes.
The living dead man stood tall, with his arms spread wide, and his true agitation was activated to block the airflow. The old man was lying on the big black dog, falling into a drowsy sleep.
After running around for days, he was really over-stressed. As soon as he relaxed a little, he fell asleep. Normally, with the red-eyed white crane on his back, he would have never been able to sleep.
"call!"
Yang Yu sat cross-legged in silence, looking at the sea of clouds and wind rolling in the distance, and the depression in his heart disappeared.
Having escaped the catastrophe, no longer wanted, and with the red-eyed white crane in hand, he suddenly had the illusion that the world was as big as he could go.
But this was just an illusion. A few days after witnessing the confrontation between the Grand Masters, he was always tense. This was not fear, but the sense of security he had accumulated from battle after battle, but was lacking.
Because the three great masters he had seen, Wei Zhengxian, Duan Qilong, and Lin Daoren, were all among the best, and with his current methods, he might not even have a chance to fight to the death.
The Grand Master is like this, what about the legendary Martial Saint?
"Martial Saint..."
He left some of his mind to control the living dead, and with a thought, he entered the Cauldron of Gluttony again.
In the dark cauldron, the newly acquired stone turtle shines brightly.
[Ingredients: Shigui]
[Level: Shidu (Part 2)]
[Quality: Excellent (medium)]
[Evaluation: The stone turtle carved by top craftsmen, the array of Tao patterns on it can accommodate the spirit of a person with supernatural powers. Sitting cross-legged on it can calm the mind and nourish the spirit]
銆愭帹 drill鄪笅锛屽挭鍜阒呰 faintclounder
[Available through refining: stone carving method, detailed Taoist explanation, excellent martial arts - One Yang Finger, excellent martial arts swallowing evil tactics, unique three-kill sword tactics (including Zhen Gang)]
[It has enough energy to be refined and can be refined!]
"The old man's luck is beyond words. Before it was time to practice the true power, the ultimate level of true power came to my door..."
Glancing at the stone turtle as an ingredient, Yang Yu felt a little bit tongue-tied in his heart.
The ultimate level of martial arts means that at least one martial saint has pushed it to the tenth level. Under normal circumstances, the best martial arts is only the ninth level.
The reason why you need top-level Zhen Gang to advance to the Martial Saint level is because of the unique martial arts level, which only has the tenth level.
In the same way, if it is not a superior true Gang, the furnace it creates will not be able to carry the 'Qi that connects all the apertures'.
The old man was far from that level, and his superb martial arts had already been delivered to the door. Thinking of the disaster he had encountered, Yang Yu felt that fate was showing its malicious fangs towards him.
The world is too diverse.
"If such luck is wasted, wouldn't it be a waste of resources? But the old man's temperament is such that if he goes back to Montenegro, he will never come out again..."
With thoughts in his mind, Yang Yu looked towards the cauldron wall.
As the amount of martial arts he learned increased, there were already a lot of various progress bars on the tripod wall.
[Progress of blood exchange: Thirteenth time, the first step of the Martial Saint's True Gang is completed, but the second step of the Qi and Blood Furnace is not completed]
[Supernatural power: Shidu level: Tongyou (first level), Nine Bulls and Two Tigers (first level), Fusion of Gold and Body Refining (first level)]
[Superior martial arts: Undefeated Tiangang (second level), Qinglong Nine Kills (fourth level), Heavenly Will Four Symbols Arrow (sixth level), Hundred Steps Flying Sword (third level),
Vajra Indestructible Body (Second Level), Buddha's Elephant Throwing Technique (Second Level), Ghost Grasping Hands (Fourth Level), Phantom Body Steps (Fourth Level), Black Whale Swallowing the Sea Technique (Third Level) ...]
[Grade-less: Lao Mu Xiang Er Shi Qi Lu (superior fourth grade) Armor tempering method (superior first grade) Soldier Armor Psychic Technique (superior second grade), Mountain Splitting Old Mother's Secret Technique (superior second grade)... 】
…
"Immigration has slowed down..."
Yang Prison said to himself.
For ordinary warriors, one superior martial arts is enough to practice for a lifetime. For example, Qi Gang, Yu Fengxian, and Yu Lingxian, who are outstanding at the same level, only have two or three superior martial arts.
Thanks to the Cauldron of Gluttony, he has practiced more than ten superior martial arts, as well as dozens of intermediate and inferior martial arts.
But even though he had a lot of experience from his predecessors to draw from, and he could practice like crazy in an environment where ingredients were refining, regardless of losses, his progress in martial arts still slowed down.
In fact, he is like this, and other warriors are no exception.
The practice of superior martial arts is far more difficult than the inferior martial arts. In fact, even a great master may not be able to practice all the superior martial arts he has learned to the ninth level.
The master of the Qixuan Sect he had previously killed with a hammer, his practice in the Hundred-Step Flying Sword was only at the fifth level, and this was the basis for his practice of the Ten-step One-Kill with the same root and origin for more than 60 years.
Too solid.
The things that are more difficult than the superior martial arts are secret arts, strange arts, and Taoism. And the ones that are difficult enough to make people despair are magical powers.
"No wonder the legendary immortals and Buddhas often stay in seclusion for thousands of years, and the advancement of magical powers is really slow..."
Yang Yu sighed slightly and looked at the Nine Cows and Two Tigers recipe.
If the advancement of martial arts slows down, it is necessary to ask outsiders. It is recognized that the fastest advancement of martial arts is the guidance of experts and bloody battles that forget life and death.
Coincidentally, Liujishan Fantasyland has both.
'I don't know if my current martial arts can go further...'
Buzz~
With a thought in his mind, the Nine Ox and Two Tiger recipe shined brightly, and the thirteen ingredients were wrapped in it and transformed into a purer light, submerging Yang Yu within it.
In less than a moment, Yang Yu had come to his senses, but even so, he could not feel the concreteness of entering the illusion.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw the familiar burning sun and hunting flag again.
"call!"
Looking far into the distance, he was in the vanguard, riding a dragon horse.
Under the distant mountains, in the shadows, there is the mysterious knight who is as silent as a Shura, and Zhang Xuanba, whose cloak is like fire and whose arrogance is as fierce as a golden-winged roc!