Guarding the mortal world for 300 years, I am invincible in the world

Chapter 13 Yunchen Swordsmanship, Martial Dao Qi Condensation Realm
In the end, Zhang Li selected three books on kendo practice.

At the state of Dacheng, one can cultivate the Qingyang swordsmanship of a sword qi.

The Qinglian Sword Canon that can reach the Foundation Establishment Realm.

There is also a copy of Mortal Martial Arts and Swordsmanship, Yunchen Swordsmanship.

Yunchen swordsmanship is based on the meaning of going out of the dust and entering the dust.

This swordsmanship requires body training to be extremely tyrannical, and it can only be practiced with a degree of rigidity and softness.

This request is difficult.

So Zhang Li swallowed a forging pill worth twenty spirit stones.

Exercise Pill, condenses the qi, blood, muscles and bones of the physical body, and enhances the strength and body of the physical body.

Swallowing this pill can bring physical strength to a very strong state, and the meridians can also be tempered.

The effect of the medicine was really good. After swallowing it, Zhang Li was sweating all over, and his muscles and bones felt as if they were bursting.

After the medicinal power dissipated, he clenched his fist slightly, and there was a roar.

Punch with all your strength, at least a few thousand catties of strength.

This is directly two or three times higher than the peak of Yijin state.

It is indeed a pill of twenty spirit stones.

It takes less than ten years for a large outer sect disciple like Yunlan Daozong to save twenty spirit stones.

Who is willing to spend ten years in exchange for such a body refining pill?
With this body-building elixir, Zhang Li decided to wait for a while before practicing the body-building exercises.

Move your body a bit, and when you practice Yunchen swordsmanship again, no matter how you move your sword, you will feel extremely smooth.

The figure moved with the sword, and the entire quiet room was filled with shadows of people and swords.

When the sword came out, there was the sound of wind and thunder.

People move, like light clouds.

Yun Chen's swordsmanship practice has started.

As a sword shadow pierced out, a bright light flashed on the long sword in his hand.

This is the appearance of true qi attaching to the sword body and arousing the blessing of true qi.

Only in the condensed state can the true energy be manifested outside the body, and the entrained energy can strengthen swords and weapons.

"Is this the Qi Condensation Realm?"

"Do I really have the talent to practice martial arts?"

Martial arts cultivation is a matter of course, directly breaking through to the Qi Condensation Realm.

This is so simple to cultivate the martial arts to the point of concentration.

If this is known to those martial arts practitioners who have worked hard for decades before they can condense their energy, they will probably vomit blood.

It's a pity that they don't have the pill of twenty spirit stones.

Swinging the sword lightly, Zhang Li whispered proudly.

It's easy to learn swordsmanship, and it's easy to break through in martial arts. If you ignore the power of a pill of twenty spirit stones, you seem to be really talented.

Looking at the two swordsmanship books that need to be activated with the true energy of the immortal way, it doesn't seem to be very difficult.

After dancing a few moves, it seemed that there was a sharp sword energy surging in his body.

Looking at it this way, it seems that I still have the talent to become a sword repairman.

Can't be proud.

To be down-to-earth, one step at a time.

Zhang Li who put away the disk array was in a good mood.

Walking out of the quiet room, the small courtyard is already shrouded in sunset, and it is golden and red.

Bluestone and green pine seem to be immersed in fairy clouds.

"The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but..."

This verse is unlucky, Zhang Li chooses to let it remain.

"It's good to say that the setting sun is infinitely good. I didn't expect that a person in the immortal world who is not in the world of mortals would have such literary talent." A voice sounded from outside the small courtyard.

Zhang Li looked up, and saw a young man in his early twenties, about seven feet tall, wearing a blue brocade robe with flowers, standing at the door.

The young man was also carrying a rather delicate gift box.

"Mr. Zhang, how about Long Yue's drink before the rain?"

"Zhao Ji brought two taels of Gui Yunxue today."

The young man smiled and walked towards the small courtyard while reaching out to pat his forehead.

"I forgot that Mister may not know the name of Gui Yunxue, but Gui Yunxue is—"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Li, who was standing with his hands behind his back, said calmly: "Yuntai osmanthus, like fog and snow, is the best tea in the world."

Zhang Li's words stunned the young Zhao Ji, with reverence on his face.

"Sir, you really are a fairy—"

He only spoke the words of praise, Zhang Li suddenly said: "Yuntai Lin's family, is there anyone else?"

Yuntai Lin family.

Zhao Ji looked at Zhang Li suspiciously.

If he hadn't clearly known that the person in front of him was a cultivator who would be relegated to the mortal world at the time of Xianluo, he would have suspected that Zhang Li was a liar.

How could a cultivator of immortality who had only been in the mortal world for a month and had been hiding in the Jingyuan Temple know about the Yuntai Lin family?
After adjusting his mood, Zhao Ji walked to the steps and bowed: "I don't know, sir, there are thousands of families in the world, and the inheritance of martial arts is endless, and the Lin family is one of them."

"This Gui Yunxue is under the control of Yuntai's Lin family, and it only paid ten catties to the court in three years."

A thousand-year-old family, this kind of rarely recorded family, Zhang Li really doesn't know.

Reaching out to take the brocade box, peeling off the seal, and opening the wooden box, one can see the sapphire-like tea leaves in it, which seem to reveal a trace of aura.

It is indeed a rare good tea.

"I have an old friend who planted three tea trees on Yuntai back then."

"If there is anything wrong with the Lin family, you can report it to me."

After closing the wooden box, Zhang Li's eyes fell on the young man in front of him.

Being able to move freely in Jingyuan Temple, being able to see himself so easily, and knowing his origin, Zhao Ji's identity is not simple.

Not many people in the whole Jingyang Temple know their identity.

The last time Yuqian Longyue sent one or two tea leaves and one or two gold as a tribute, and now it is Gui Yunxue who was only sent to the court by the Lin family for three years.

Zhao Ji's identity is not difficult to guess.

Except for members of the royal family, it is impossible to have such a great ability.

Even the ordinary royal family can't get these two taels of Gui Yunxue.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhao Ji will pay more attention to the affairs of the Lin family." Hearing Zhang Li's words, Zhao Ji was overjoyed and bowed quickly.

An old friend of the Lin family?

The mortal world is isolated from the world of practice, how could this person in front of him have an old friend at the Lin family?
But regardless of whether he has old friends or not, as long as this person is willing to give him a chance to make friends, it is a chance.

In Zhang Li's view, among other things, it is very human for a country's royal family to be able to bend their knees like this.

"Tell me, why are you looking for me?" Zhang Li said directly.

These words made Zhao Ji's shoulders tremble slightly, he hesitated, and said in a low voice: "My father would like to invite Mr.—"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Li shook his head and said: "Guard the rules of the disciples, don't interfere with the decision-making of the court, and don't interfere with the emperor to abolish the establishment."

The court made a decision, and the emperor was abolished!
Zhao Ji only felt his heart beating violently.

Didn't the royal family's secret biography say that most of these exiled immortal cultivators were not deeply involved in the world and were easy to get along with?
Didn't the father's confidants say that with a small price, he can gain the trust of Mr. Zhang and make him work for the palace?
Who else would have said that most of the exiled mortal cultivators are nearing the end of their lifespan, as long as they live well and provide for them, they can inherit their mantle, and it is not difficult to leave behind treasures.

But, this one in front of me is completely different!
This casual word seems to see through everything.

Chaotang, abolition, really dare to say anything.

It is recorded in the secret biography that the cultivators of immortality who are relegated to the mortal world are not considered advanced, and very few have the level of masters.

I can talk eloquently in front of the great master, but why is it so timid in front of this one?

Zhao Ji tried his best to make his voice more sincere: "Mr. Zhang, Zhao Ji has absolutely no other intentions, but his true heart—"

"Spiritual stones, pills, talismans, exercises, armor, what do you want?" Zhang Li's voice was full of alienation.

But in this alienated discourse, there is an irresistible temptation.

Spirit stones are worth thousands of gold. They are necessary for the strong in the world to cultivate the immortal way, and they are treasures for communication between the strong.

Some elixir, some can save human flesh and bones, some can save people ten or twenty years of hard work, and some can make people look invincible and youthful forever.

Talismans and Bingjia are all treasures that can greatly increase a person's strength.

Immortal cultivation skills are the treasures that countless powerful people in the world can't ask for, and they are the foundation for the rise of those thousand-year-old families.

Looking at Zhao Ji who was hesitant and at a loss for a while, Zhang Li sighed slightly in his heart.

I am too bad myself.

He is still a child, how can he withstand such temptations?

Lowering his body slightly, Zhang Li said softly, "Do you want them all?"

The corner of Zhao Ji's mouth twitched, and he looked up at Zhang Li, the blaze in his eyes could not be concealed no matter what.

"I'll give you this sword, it's tea in exchange for you."

"If you have thought about what you want and what you can give me, then come and find me."

"Otherwise, don't come."

Zhang Li straightened his body, with a calm expression on his face, threw the long sword that he had practiced before into Zhao Ji's arms, turned around and walked into the hall.

Zhao Ji was stunned for a moment, and held the sword in his arms.

"Canglang—"

The long sword was half a foot out of its sheath, and the light of the sword was like water, reflecting the setting sun, revealing a mysterious light.

"Good sword!"

A voice sounded behind Zhao Ji.

(End of this chapter)