Kakka--

The big tree's waist was broken, and the canopy fell down and hit the river beach.

Wu Qingwan was awakened by the loud noise of the big tree falling to the ground. When she looked up, she found that a two-meter-long groove appeared in the dense forest behind the big tree. All the trees, flowers and plants along the way were smashed, and the remaining cuts were as smooth as mirrors.

"This...how is this possible?"

Wu Qingwan walked slowly to the front, her eyes full of disbelief - this sword was completely beyond her perception.

You should know that during the Qi Refining Period, only when you reach the eleventh level of "Feng Mansion" can you barely let your true qi leave your body.

Even if Zuo Lingquan really has the tenth level of cultivation, he can only make the true qi appear clearly.

Let’s not talk about the issue of true qi leaving the body. Among the people Wu Qingwan saw, no one could be as steadily as slashed.

Normally, it is difficult to control the true qi when it leaves the body. No matter how strong the control power is, it is impossible to avoid the dispersion and loss of the true qi from the body. If the dispersion and loss of the true qi, the killing power will naturally decrease.

But Wu Qingwan could clearly see that the wooden stakes cut out by the sword energy on the ground were broken branches and cut into lines, which were as smooth as a mirror. This shows that the true qi gathered into a bundle after it came out of the body, without any dispersion, until the end was exhausted.

To achieve this, Wu Qingwan could hardly imagine how high the control of the monks themselves was.

Her master Yue Pingyang has reached the sixth level of Linggu. He is well-deserved as the first in the Great Dan Dynasty and even the surrounding areas. He has mastered the methods of "Sword Qi to Become the Gang" and "True Qi to Transform the Shape", but his true Qi is not stable to this level and will always be lost.

Before she saw this sword, she didn't believe that there were monks in the world who could do this, let alone ordinary people who had never practiced.

Is this a monster that turns into a human form?

Compared with Wu Qing and Wanfu's shocked nature, Zuo Lingquan's own reaction was much calmer.

Zuo Lingquan is very confident in his sword. If he has the cultivation level, he should have shown such killing power!

After the sword was released, the true energy flowing from Zuo Lingquan's body also dissipated, his bones were lighter, and he was even a little tired. He pulled a sword flower and returned the long sword to the sheath. He looked at Wu Qingwan, who was opening his mouth next to him, and smiled:

"Senior Wu, how about my sword?"

how?

My God!

Wu Qingwan's eyes were glowing. She came to her senses and circled around Zuo Lingquan for a few times, as if she was looking at a flawless jade, and said in surprise and suspicion:

"Who taught you this sword just now?"

Zuo Lingquan wiped the rain from his face, picked up the robe and put it on:

"Didn't you tell Senior Wu that I have been practicing swords since I was a child, and I have practiced one thousand swords every day. I have been practicing for fourteen years, so I can tell this one."

Practiced by yourself?

Wu Qingwan was a little unbelievable, but looking at Zuo Lingquan's expression, she didn't seem to be lying. Although she didn't understand how Zuo Lingquan realized this sword, she knew the weight of this sword.

In the practice of practicing, the method of refining Qi is to accumulate true qi into the body and stabilize the meridians. Martial arts, techniques, talismans, alchemy, etc. are methods to use the method of using the true qi in the body.

The easiest way to distinguish whether these methods are good or bad is to look at the efficiency of the use of one's own true qi. Only one hundred of the tens of true qi will play a practical role, and you don't have to think about it to be a waste. However, Zuo Lingquan's sword skill, the true qi comes out of the body without any dispersion, which is equivalent to the tens of true qi being used, which exerted tens of the effects, and the speed is even more exaggerated. It is basically invincible in the same realm, and it is described as low as the high-quality martial arts.

Excellent martial arts and magic techniques are often more precious than the Qi refining technique that is the foundation of the sect. It doesn’t matter if you refine Qi slowly. What people don’t lack most in practice is time; the martial arts and magic techniques used to defend against enemies are things that are at stake. Whoever is stronger when fighting is the difference between life and death.

If Zuo Lingquan's magical sword skills are spread out, how many people will be jealous of themselves. I am afraid that even the nine sects in the south will have a glimpse of their attention.

In the end, the practice is still a wild place where the strong are respected. The weak is the original sin. Wu Qingwan knows this truth well. She said seriously:

"Your sword should never be used in front of outsiders. The principle of every man being innocent is not guilty and having a treasure is also applicable to the practice. Those 'outsiders' want to steal your sword and kill you, which is not ordinary."

Zuo Lingquan is not a treacherous young man who doesn’t understand the sinister world. Seeing Wu Qingwan’s solemn advice, he said helplessly:

"I don't have any real energy on me, and I can't show it out in the future, so why do I make people jealous?"

Wu Qingwan remembered this, and when she just picked up the treasure, she was secretly happy. She dissipated cleanly in an instant, and she frowned:

"That's right. It's useless to be able to refine true qi just by knowing swordsmanship. You can't carry me with you in the future. Before the fight, I'd like to pass on the true qi for two hours to you. It's better to let me take action directly."

Wu Qingwan's eyes were full of confusion, and she raised her hand and pinched Zuo Lingquan's arm:

"How could it be? You can clearly withstand the tenth level of cultivation, prove that the 'Shendao Acupoint' is stable, and being able to use this sword, it also proves that there is no problem from the inside to the outside. How can you not be able to refine true qi? As long as you refine true qi, I can be sure that you can directly enter the tenth level of Qi refining. With the talent of entering the tenth level at the age of seventeen, it is easy to be a disciple of the inner sect of the nine sects in the south."

Zuo Lingquan also wondered why he could not refine his true qi, but his confusion at this time had been reduced too much - since his body can carry the true qi and can also use what he learned, it proves that he is not unfamiliar with the Great Dao, but he just hasn't found the right method. In the future, you just need to continue practicing your own sword. Maybe one day you will understand everything and you will understand everything.

"Senior Wu, let's go back to Qihuang Valley, take these things slowly."

Wu Qingwan also knew she couldn't hurry, so she looked back at the destroyed dense forest, and there was still a look of surprise in her eyes. After a while, she turned around and left three times.

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The spring rain is fine and long, and once it falls, it seems to never stop.

I don’t know how long it took, but with the morning light in the east, the mountains and fields near Jiguanling were silent. The disciples of Qihuang Valley who had originally settled here had turned back, and the lonely man and widowed woman next to the stream had already gone, leaving only a torn dense forest left in place.

The stream flowed quietly. As the sky brightened, a hare poked her head out of the cave, and watched carefully for a long time before she ran over the stream quickly. She stopped when she passed by the dense forest and looked at it strangely, as if she was curious about what had been destroyed by this forest.

A hare who was not spiritual naturally couldn't understand the reason. After watching for a while, he continued to run forward.

But what the hare didn't expect was that there were two more wooden stakes on the river beach that had just been unhindered, causing it to hit it and fall.

"grumble--"

The hare rolled around and got up. When she looked up, she found that the two wooden pillars were human legs. She was so scared that she jumped three feet high and quickly got into the dense forest.

On the river beach, a man of medium figure stood quietly.

The man was wearing a gray coat, a hat, and his hands were on his back. He could see that the long hair was scattered behind him, and his hair was gray, so he might be older.

At first glance, the man looked like an old hunter, but ordinary hunters would not come to this dangerous place at all. The hatchet hanging on his waist was not a hatchet, but a quaint sword with no patterns and ordinary patterns. The only thing worth noting on his body was a white jade sign hanging around his waist, and a sword was engraved on the front of the sign - a sword inserted at the top of the city!

Under the rain curtain, the man did not pay attention to the rash hare, walked to the dense forest with his hands behind his back, poked out his dry fingers, stroked the cut as smooth as a mirror on the tree stump, and then looked at the ground behind him. It was where Zuo Lingquan was standing. When he exerted force, he stepped on two footprints on the ground, and rain had accumulated.

"Old Lu, do you see anything?"

The forest was silent, as if there was only one person, but the sound was heard, which made people realize that there was still one person above.

A hundred feet above the stream, a young man dressed up was sitting sideways on a long sword, holding a yellow wine gourd in his hand, looking at the surrounding mountains and fields with a little bored look.

The old man, known as Lao Lu, looked a bit old-fashioned, focused his eyes in the destroyed dense forest, and said hoarsely:

"The sword intent soars into the sky, and birds and beasts within a radius of several miles still dare not cry. Looking at the sword marks, the cut is smooth and the focus is smooth and there is no dispersion at all. Although my cultivation is too low, I will never catch up with the fire of this sword in my life, and you may be the same."

When the young man heard this, he slowly descended, stopped beside Lao Lu, glanced at the groove about ten feet in the dense forest, and sneered:

"Old Lu, don't joke. Just cut off a few trees with one sword. Can you still bear the praise you like?"

Lao Lu raised his hand and pointed to the jungle next to him:

"You can't use the cultivation level of Linggu, and you can shoot a sword over there. If you have the level of this sword, I will give you the sword."

A swordsman is like a wife, but there is no reason to give it to others.

When the young man saw Lao Lu say this, he looked a little more serious. He came close to observe carefully and nodded:

"It seems to be a little hot, what kind of sword technique is this?"

Lao Lu's eyes were solemn:

"Jianyi!"

The young man's expression was condensed, and he looked like "You teased me":

"Only one sword in the same realm can be called "Sword Yi". The sword immortals in my Sword Emperor City are like clouds, and the genius who understands "Sword Yi" by himself has never been seen in a thousand years; and the action of "Sword Yi" will inevitably change the color. If this thing cuts a few trees, it is worthy of "Sword Yi"?"

Old Lu glanced at the young man: "Eight Lords of the Nine Alliances, Ten Sword Emperors of Zhongzhou, who can be born to pique the Nine Sky? Our swordsmen all got up from cutting wooden stakes. Although this sword has a low cultivation level, its heat is unmatched by anyone in the territory. It only takes a hundred years of hard work, and it is also impossible to become a lord. I have practiced swords for my whole life and will not be able to see the fault."

The young man was half-believing and half-doubted. Seeing that Lao Lu was so sure, he could only follow the words:

"This is the territory of the nine sects in the south. If Lao Lu, you should be serious. A hundred years later, a person who uses a sword is stronger than my Sword Emperor City will appear among the nine sects. Wouldn't it be a joke?"

"I'm afraid this boy is only thirty years old, so it's rare to be able to use "Sword One". If nothing unexpected happens, he will be full in the future and it will be impossible to suppress my Sword Imperial City for hundreds of years."

"What should I do? Find it and kill it to prevent future troubles?"

When Lao Lu heard this, he frowned, with disdain in his eyes:

"No matter how many geniuses in the cradle are struck, they cannot change the fact that they are weak; if you want to go further, you can only swing your sword to the stronger ones. Your thinking is that your mind is not right. If your mind is not right, your path will not be firm. You will never make great achievements in your life."

The young man laughed: "Just kidding, I feel blushed even if I can't make a sword when I'm not in Linggu Realm. What do you think you should do?"

Lao Lu pondered for a moment: "This place is located on the south side of the barren mountain. It is too remote. I have to go to the Jingtai terrace. I found the surrounding area quiet and strange, so I found this sword mark. If this kind of barren land is left to live here and fend for itself, it is likely to lose its talent or die prematurely."

"Lao Lu, do you want to find this person and pass on your legacy?"

"I can understand 'Jianyi' at a young age. When my master is almost the same, I can't teach it. I found it because I was just afraid that the famous sword would be covered with dust."

The young man nodded slightly and looked at the surrounding mountains and fields: "Although this place is remote, there are many people outside. I see that there are thousands of people in the small sect on the edge of the mountain. You, an ancestor of the Immortal Sect who doesn't know the details, ran over and asked, I would probably scare people to death first. And if the shocked terrace knew, we would be digging seedlings openly in his back garden, which would be a pity for the feelings."

"Just keep a low profile. Judging from the size and depth of footprints, this person should be a man; look at his killing power, he should be at least eighth level of Qi refining; he retains true energy and the five elements belong to wood. People who meet these three points should be easy to find in this small place. You go to the Jingtai first, and I will stay for two more days before finding the person."

The young man sighed: "It's okay. If you really bring the person back, I want to see what kind of genius he is. I deserve the praise of Lao Lu, but I even left me alone."

After the words came, the young man shook the sky with his sword in the blink of an eye.

Lao Lu glanced at the surroundings and turned around and walked towards Qihuang Valley...

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Chapter completed!