The Transmigrator's Cultivation

In the cave, two figures are flying up and down, and their bodies are staggered.

There is the sound of ping-pong, which is clear and pleasant.

When you look carefully, it turns out that they are two young men with good temperament.

One of them is gentle and elegant in a green shirt, and the other is proud as the sun in red.

The young man in Qingshan is holding a black weapon, which looks like gold but not gold, wood but not wood. The shape is like a stick, and the sharp point is like a sword. It looks very strange.

The boy in red is holding a red flying sword, which is as red as fire. However, there is a thin layer of blue light at the outer end. If you look carefully, it is a kind of fire.

You come and I go, and the swords and soldiers meet each other. The moves of red clothes are very fierce. They are a set of sword techniques. It's extremely shocking. However, Qingshan's body method is sensitive. At first, he was a little embarrassed. Later, he became familiar with it and became more flexible.

After fighting for a moment, the boy in red suddenly swung his long sword. The blade of the sword was blue, and the fire burst out, straight at the chest and abdomen of the boy in green shirt! The young man in green shirt was startled and rolled in the air. He leaned against the wall of the mountain and dodged.

After the move can not be followed, the flame on the red boy's sword dissipates, but the tip of the sword has already reached the throat of the green boy. Then Zhang Yang laughed: "brother Ziqing, you lost again!"

Green shirt youth with steel wood will sword tip open, wry smile way: "yes, I lost again."

These two teenagers, naturally, are Xu Ziqing and Su Xin, who are practicing their skills together.

Now it's the sixth day of Suxin's practice, but he's with Xu Ziqing. These times, Xu Ziqing's heart is also very appreciative.

However, Xu Ziqing suppressed the spirit power to the same level as Su Xin, but he lost more and won less. It can be seen that his skills and experience in fighting are really not good.

In fact, Xu Ziqing is not to blame. Su Xin worshipped his teacher a long time ago. For many years, he has been practicing all kinds of techniques with his master, his wife and the elders, and many elder martial brothers and sisters have been practicing with him. Naturally, he has some strength. However, Xu Ziqing was totally on his own. He occasionally had Yunlie's advice. Because of their different cultivation methods and physical attributes, they could not be profound. Therefore, it is natural that they could not win in such private competitions.

What's more, this kind of duel is not a fight for life, and Xu Ziqing never sent out the demon vine to help him, so he really left his mace. But the more he invented this body, the less he could forget the cultivation of skills no matter how fast he entered the country. Otherwise, he would have to fight for his life if it came to an end

Xu Ziqing's shortcomings, Su Xin and he feed recruit for many days, you can see.

He then asked, "brother Ziqing, have you never practiced swordsmanship?" People like him who use flying swords, more or less, have to learn the sword formula, otherwise they can't fight the enemy. But this friend of his has no routine. It shows that he is weak here.

Xu Ziqing nodded and sighed: "I used to live all over the world without a fixed place. I learned this skill by chance. I've never seen sword Jue and other attack skills before."

After hearing this, Suxin said frankly: "I think brother Ziqing, although your weapon is strange, it is similar to sword in general. In the future, it should be combined with sword moves in order to exert its power. Otherwise, how many times you fight with me, under the same spiritual power, it's a "lose" word. If my cultivation is a higher level and I say that I can't surpass the level to win you, I will face the enemy at that time, but it's not good for you. "

Why does Xu Ziqing not know this truth!

However, he could still find some techniques such as "Mu Hua Zhi", but he didn't dare to choose any of them. It's not that I haven't read some of the swordsmanship before. It's just that there aren't many skills of the wooden sword. It's easy to see some of them. After I turn them over, I think they're shoddy. With Xu Ziqing's experience of the sharp sword like Yunlie, how can he see them?

Moreover, his practice time is still short, and it is not easy for him to get familiar with what he has learned. He also has many skills, such as suppressing demon vine, communicating with WanMu, and figuring out the many techniques derived from WanMu Zhongxin, which can't be greedy. In this way, naturally, the idea of learning sword was put aside.

Now listening to Su Xin's mention, he sighed again: "now I have to live and practice first, and pay more attention on weekdays. If you really want to practice swordsmanship, I'm afraid you'll have to wait until you get to the big world to join the school and ask the master to choose for me. "

Su Xin was always the son of heaven, but he didn't suffer much. Seeing this, he comforted him and said, "it's no problem for you to build a foundation. It's better to be a few days later. Although you can't do it now, you have a profound way to dodge. If you can't fight, it's good to escape. "

Hearing the speech, Xu Ziqing said with a smile, "if you really want to be in a critical moment of life and death, even if you lose some face, I have to run away quickly."

Suxin also laughed: "life is gone, what face do you want? Even if it's me, I have to be shameless under the threat of my life! Ha ha ha Then he coughed and said, "in fact, brother Ziqing, you don't have to worry too much. Your endless small moves can scare people. I don't think you will fall into such a situation."

When they finished speaking, they had enough rest, so they raised their weapons and started fighting again. This practice lasted for a while and then for a short time. After repeated practice, the sky was dark before I regained my consciousness.On weekdays, Suxin leaves at this time and doesn't stay much. Today, she stops a little and says, "the sixth day has passed. From tomorrow on, I need to shut up and settle down. I won't disturb you any more."

Xu Ziqing said with a smile, "I also want to refine my spiritual power. I'll say goodbye. I'll see you at sunrise."

So they said goodbye. Xu Ziqing watched Su Xin leave. He looked at her for a while and raised his hand. The blue light flashed. I saw his palm rustle out of countless green grass stems, instantly interwoven into a giant net, thin and dense, almost no gap.

Xu Ziqing said "go" in his mouth, and the huge net flew out. The stone walls were glued on the four corners, and the net was quickly spread and covered, and the net was tightly sealed.

All of a sudden, the hole became more and more dim.

Then Xu Ziqing bent his fingers and played an invisible force.

This power turned into a misty blue light, and suddenly fell on the giant net, covering it with a layer of micro awn. This is the prohibition he always put down in ordinary times. If someone touches it, it can touch his mind.

This is two layers of protection. However, with so many monks here, Xu Ziqing could not rest assured after thinking about it.

After a moment's silence, he stroked Dantian with one hand and gathered his consciousness into it.

"Rong Jin, Rong Jin..." Xu Ziqing's consciousness also softened.

Soon, there was a sense of closeness in the depths of Dantian: "mother, mother! I haven't come for a long time

Xu Ziqing felt a trace of apology.

In fact, regardless of Chonghua or Rongjin, he is already a family member. Heavy China is a monster, it needs to suck the essence of sun and moon, so it always lets it fly outside; Rong Jin is also bloodthirsty, but it can not repress, so that it only knows the original and can not restrain, and it has to keep it in the Dan Tian, can not often call.

Both of them are just childlike consciousness, and they are always happy to be close to him. But although he was thinking of them in his heart, he could not accompany them for various reasons. How could he not feel guilty in his heart.

Thinking of this, Xu Ziqing's consciousness became more and more gentle, and spread a lot of appeasement: "Rong Jin is the most clever. Today I'm going to shut up. How about Rong Jin guarding the cave gate for me?"

The demon vine came to me with a sense of joy: "Rong Jin, come out and guard my mother..."

When Xu Ziqing listened to its maintenance, he could not help looking warm: "but if someone breaks in, don't try to suck it, and save his life. Rong Jin, remember that. "

Demon rattan should be "yes", and then soon came the meaning of growth.

With a smile, Xu Ziqing stretched out his right palm. Two white vines were drilled out of the palm. They stretched out very fast, but they were around his side and did not leave.

The demon vine twists the vine, turns around, and puts the two bracts on Xu Ziqing's left and right sides, rubbing against each other. It's very intimate.

Xu Ziqing knew that they would not hurt himself, so he let them rub and rub. After a long time, he gave directions and said softly, "Rong Jin, go."

The demon vine didn't hesitate this time, but cut itself off like two white snakes!

"Brush!" In the blink of an eye, two vines were already hanging on the top of the cave, just like a very sparse curtain, hanging down steadily.

This is the first time that the demon vine is out of the body. Xu Ziqing uses the skill silently. He feels that the body is still hidden in the deep of the elixir field, so he is finally at ease. Now that he has three layers of protection, he can rest assured.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Xu Ziqing only felt the light of his spirit. His consciousness was like the moon, hanging high above the inner world and looking down. The veins of muscles and bones, the texture of flesh and blood, and the viscera are clearly reflected in the depth of consciousness. Although he does not know why this is the case, he looks on like an instinct. As if stripped all the feelings, and as if consciousness also into that every minute every millimile, completely inseparable.

The rolling aura is like a flood, surging down from the root of the spirit. They crazily swept every meridian, gathered together, and poured into the Dantian crazily.

Soon, the elixir field became plump and swollen. It seemed that it could no longer hold more. However, it seemed that it was not satisfied at all. It swallowed all the aura more quickly!

Then, the formula runs at a high speed, driving the path of spiritual power flow, making them rotate according to the established route. At this time, the elixir field is like a whirlpool again. After inhaling enough spiritual power, it suddenly compresses!

It's like a moment to empty all the spiritual power, the elixir field suddenly becomes empty, but in the empty core, there suddenly appears a round water drop.

No, maybe it's not a drop of water, but something more solid than spiritual power.

It is so crystal clear and pure that it is a pure energy body without impurities. The power contained in it is far more than a hundred times or even a thousand times of ordinary spiritual power!

That's a lot of money!