Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 111

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Heck!

The remaining ten disciples from the outer court almost didn't think about it, and they shot together in an instant.

This shows the determination and profound martial arts experience of Wudang disciples. Even if they are only disciples from the outer court, they are far from being comparable to ordinary Jianghu scattered people. Locked on ten vital points on Su Qinian's body respectively.

The strength of the ten fists varies from strength to strength, and the level of comprehension of the turtle and snake fist is also different, but none of them is lower than the mastery, most of them have reached the third level of martial arts, and they have a deep understanding.

Even so, for Su Qinian, it was not enough to see. He leaned his body, as if the tortoise revived, and the black and yellow tortoise shell was like a sky shield, smashing into the ancient demon mountain, the air exploded, and a disciple from the outer court was bored. Humming all over, he was knocked out and fell into the lake.

The next moment, he seemed like a fierce tiger and fell into the flock of sheep. His palms cut across the void. He could see through all the strength and strokes of his punches at a glance. He was confident that he was no weaker than anyone else in terms of the comprehension of the Turtle Snake Fist.

Pfft!Pfft!

As long as the fist is blocked by him, it is impossible to break free. Needless to say, the power of a bloody horse has not been perfected, even if it is perfected, it is impossible to have the slightest resistance. In just a few breaths, the ten people who made the move were killed. He was thrown into the icy lake water one by one, and was shaken away. He could only struggle in the lake, but it was difficult for him to climb ashore with his own strength. This cold winter month must be said to be a kind of torture.

"Su Qier!" Jiang Qingliu scolded angrily.

"nonsense!"

With a flash of Su Qinian's figure, he slapped him on the back, and this handsome young man softened like mud. Su Qinian pinched the back of his neck, as if pinching a jumping monkey. He was overwhelmed with shame and anger, but the next moment, Su Qinian threw him vigorously, and he fell head and foot into the icy lake water.

In the distance, some outer court disciples watching the battle looked at each other in amazement. This young man was too vigorous. Although the eleven outer court disciples had not yet established their foundations and were not beginner disciples, they were all above-average cultivation levels among ordinary outer court disciples. , so vulnerable in front of this young man, it is hard to imagine the true background of this young man.

No one made any further moves, Su Qinian went all the way unimpeded, even if someone peeped from afar, he never showed up. Su Qinian's eyes flickered and caught many gazes, but the owner of these gazes was obviously not [-]% sure, of course, Unlike the previous Jiang Qingliu and others, there was almost no hostility, and more, it was a raging fighting spirit.

For the disciples of the outer court, the Annual Festival Competition is a grand martial arts event that cannot be ignored every year, and it is also the best opportunity to test what they have learned. Everyone is working hard to save and adjust themselves, just like Su Qinian caught The peeping people who came here were not weak, but until he came to the Xuanwu Tower, no one jumped out, obviously unwilling to be spied on by other opponents for this battle.

In front of the Xuanwu Building, Su Qinian saw a young man with an ordinary appearance and a light gray Taoist robe, but there was a deep majesty on his body. Su Qinian could tell at a glance that this person's identity was unusual, at least the circumstances of his birth Unusually, this kind of temperament cannot be cultivated in a day or two, it needs years of polishing before it can penetrate into the bones like this.

"Students have righteousness and vigor, martial arts practitioners have courage, and kill people in a fit of anger. Even if they are from a famous family, it is difficult to cultivate such a temperament... Could it be that they are the children of officials and eunuchs, who are above the sixth rank? high position..."

In an instant, Su Qinian had a few thoughts, but the heirs of officials and eunuchs can only take the road of imperial examinations, and they must not have any relationship with the martial arts sects and families in the Jianghu martial arts, and the martial arts sects and families in the Jianghu martial arts schools are also not allowed to have disciples. Being an official in the court, martial arts and temples, it is impossible to have both.

"I'm looking forward to the day you build your foundation."

Unexpectedly, the young man left only this sentence before turning around and leaving. The gate of Xuanwu Tower was open and no one was guarding it.

"baffling."

Su Qinian sneered, as he was also a young man, he naturally understood the mentality of this young man's self-proclaimed superiority, but he just saw that he had not yet established a foundation, and he was unwilling to take action to suppress him, even though he looked a little bit The demeanor of a master, but in Su Qinian's view, he just doesn't know what it means.

It was also he who just took action to clean up Jiang Qingliu's twelve people, and his anger has been vented by [-]% or [-]%. If it weren't for this, even if the young man didn't want to do anything, he would have to draw his sword. He always thought that young people can be insulted, and he is no longer that The second son of the Su family who was intoxicated with books in the city of Chang'an and didn't want to pay attention to the troubles of the world, was instead a son and daughter of the rivers and lakes who were burdened with a heavy burden and could splatter blood everywhere at any time.

Walking into the Xuanwu Building, the layout was almost identical to that of the outer courtyard of Baiyun Peak. When he came to the backyard, Su Qinian saw a sleeping tortoise.

what!

If it wasn't for knowing that he had come under Lei Shifeng, Su Qinian would almost have suspected that he had returned to the outer courtyard of Baiyun Peak. For example, there are more than one psychic beast that is about to evolve into a dragon turtle in Wudang Mountain.

Compared to the tortoise in the outer courtyard of Baiyun Peak, the one in front of him is obviously a bit bigger, and the protrusion on the tortoise's head is about to grow out. Su Qinian sensed a dark energy almost enough to shatter the earth. He could imagine what an earth-shattering scene it would be when the pair of dragon horns were born.

Is the mental method of the ninth level of "Turtle and Snake Art" here?

Su Qinian pondered, the second level of perfect mental power of "Ecstasy Dafa" scattered out of his body, covering the entire backyard, and then fell on the turtle in front of him.

It doesn't seem to be any different.

He suspected that the old turtle couldn't even catch a breath, as if it really fell asleep and would never wake up again.

One stick of incense, two sticks of incense, half an hour, one hour.

Until his mental strength was exhausted, Su Qinian didn't realize any clues, instead he became dizzy.

Sitting cross-legged and meditating, he drew a little vitality liquid from the five-color melting furnace. His mind was clear and his mind was ethereal. This time, there was still [-]% of the stick of incense burning, so he opened his eyes and became full of energy again.

"The kung fu of entering concentration has deepened."

Su Qinian was in a daze, sitting in the five realms of meditation, breath adjustment, meditation, tortoise's breath, congenital, and divine illumination, how difficult it is for ordinary martial arts practitioners to enter meditation, let alone the subsequent three realms of tortoise's breath, innate, and divine illumination. , His meditation kung fu has penetrated deeply, and slowly penetrated into his bones.

Even at this time, Su Qinian felt that even if he no longer crossed his knees and closed his eyes, he could enter such a state of tranquility at any time, without the slightest difference between walking, sitting and lying down.

Glancing at the sleeping tortoise in front of him, Su Qinian remained silent, and once again released his spiritual power, penetrating into every inch of the tortoise's shell, not letting go of every wrinkle. The portal of the ninth floor of Snake Art.

At another hour, the sun was at its zenith, and the sun was shining brightly, falling on the black and yellow tortoise shell, giving birth to a magnificent brilliance like glazed amber.

Su Qinian stood still for a moment, recovering the exhausted mental power, he did not give up, and once again enlightened, the foundation building of the eighth level of "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu" is completely different from the ninth level of "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu". Qing Yu and the other two mentioned that the principle of foundation building has always been valued by any martial arts sect and aristocratic family. If anyone has cultivated to the tenth level of any one of the top ten foundation building skills in the Celestial Dynasty, it is enough to be famous in the martial arts world. History is not an understatement, but it is enough to be remembered by people for endless years.

The most important thing is that there is an unwritten rule in Wudang that any disciple who has practiced the "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu" to the ninth level will have a top person engrave a life card and be directly promoted to an entry-level disciple without building a foundation. All the veins of the peak will be shot, and I want to recruit my disciples in advance and teach them carefully, hoping to make them go further and reach the unparalleled tenth level of "Turtle and Snake Art".

Therefore, if Su Qinian fails to practice the ninth level of "Turtle and Snake Art", Su Qinian has also met the requirements of Jiyuan Zhenren's foundation building, and then he has to consider various preparations for foundation building. He really doesn't have much time. Five years seems to be a long time, but for those who practice martial arts, not to mention the snap of a finger, it is also fleeting.

Building a foundation is only the first step to truly step into the Jianghu martial arts world.

Many times, Su Qinian would feel a bit confused, not fear, but a kind of sigh for the long and difficult road of martial arts. If he was given fifty years, he would not say that he was sure to be proud of the world, nor would he As for being wiped out from all living beings, but only five years are given to him, he really has no confidence, even if he gets the inheritance of the "Sword of Death" from Wudang Qingyang Peak, and the first style of "Dragon Subduing Palm", which is suspected to be transformed and unique, the big man The Son of Heaven is still like an ancient sacred mountain lying in front of him, towering into the nine heavens, leading to the vastness of the galaxy.

The third time, the fourth time, the fifth time!

Su Qinian regained his mental power again and again, and the time he spent in meditation became shorter and shorter, almost approaching the time limit of half a stick of incense, if it really reached half a stick of incense, it would be the third state of meditation, the tortoise's breath.

The seventh time to restore mental power, the rising of the moon, this kung fu of meditation seems to have reached a kind of bottleneck, no matter how hard it is to shorten the time, the mood is as calm as Su Qinian, and he is a little annoyed.

Could it be that he was really dead?

Su Qinian recalled that when he was in the outer courtyard of Baiyun Peak, the turtle swallowed the moon, which made him understand the essence of the eighth level "Turtle Snake Kung Fu". Nothing happened.

After pondering for a moment, Su Qinian raised his eyebrows, he took a step forward, made a fist mark, and punched the turtle head.

puff!

With a soft sound, the fist landed on the wrinkled old skin, gently rippling, and all the strength suddenly disappeared like a mud cow into the sea.

Sit on the wind and sit on the water?

Su Qinian was amazed, this unloading of strength did not fit the essence of the fourth form of Guisnake Fist. (After the third shift, ask for a subscription, ask for a monthly pass, the genuine subscription is the greatest support for Shibu!)

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