Changyang

"Winning three golden elixirs in a row at the peak of foundation building is indeed quite capable."

A female cultivator wearing a light purple dress jumped down from the south stone slope and stood directly in front of the Changyang. She spoke with great disdain for the three monks before.

"However, those three are just golden elixir waste."

Chang Yang held the sword in one hand and put the other behind his back to guide the spirit into his body. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What about you?"

"Me?" The female cultivator turned her hands over, and two scimitars instantly appeared in her palms. She stretched her neck left and right: "Now, you can see the strength of the true golden elixir in its early stage."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chang Yang felt a purple afterimage passing in front of him, accompanied by Bo Lie's killing intent.

too fast.

Chang Yang immediately stopped attracting spirits and retreated quickly. A white light flashed from the corner of her eyes. A strand of hair floating on her chest was cut off by the pursuing scimitar blade.

If she had been just half a step slower, not just this strand of hair would have been broken, but her head.

"It's too fast to hide." The female cultivator retracted her right hand, and the chain instantly returned to the scimitar handle.

Chang Yang's eyes fell on the two scimitars in her hands, which turned out to be whip knives.

The female cultivator was obviously very good at long-distance attacks, and she was very good at using the two whip knives. Without moving her feet much, she could control the scimitar to attack Chang Yang who kept dodging by just changing her body shape.

The corner of her mouth curled up, her eyes were full of pride, she threw out her hands, and the whip knife suddenly chased him from left to right, using black iron chains to seal the escape route front and back.

Changyang cannot advance or retreat.

In a flash of thought, she leaned back without hesitation, with her upper body almost flush with the ground. The scimitar that hit her waist and abdomen on the left barely missed it. At the same time, she held the sword upright in her right hand, and stepped back to block another one that hit her calf. knife.

"Chong-"

The harsh sound of swords clashing suddenly sounded, making people's ears ring.

Chang Yang felt that his right hand was numb for a moment, and he could no longer hold the sword hilt.

Is this the real early stage of the Golden Elixir?

Her throat was as dry as a drought, but her eyes were burning, showing no fear.

Seeing that she missed a single move, the female cultivator turned her hands faster, and the two whip knives chased Chang Yang like the shadow of a crescent moon, frequently making killing moves.

"Qiang! Zheng——"

The swords clashed again and again, making constant clashing sounds.

Compared with the previous three early-stage Jindan cultivators, the female cultivator's moves are more solid in spiritual power, and each move is more fierce than the last.

After a hundred attacks, Chang Yang was unable to dodge, and was hit on the side of the face by the point of the flying machete. The sharp tip directly took off a piece of her flesh, and blood flowed like a stream, splattering on the cobblestones under her feet.

The cheek is almost pierced, and the teeth inside can be vaguely seen.

But she didn't blink once, and she didn't even breathe heavier.

Seeing that she had finally injured the opponent, the female cultivator was refreshed and attacked harder and harder. The scimitar flew continuously with the smell of blood.

Changyang's arms, waist and abdomen...even his calves were slashed three and a half arcs with the whip knife.

His dodging speed slowed down, and he even staggered once.

The female cultivator was confident of winning, and thought she couldn't hold on any longer, so she said kindly: "Admit defeat, and I can let you go."

"Thank you."

Chang Yang raised her eyes and smiled, but the lower half of her face was almost covered in blood, making her look a little scary.

While the female cultivator was swinging her sword, she looked into her eyes and was surprised by the faint fanaticism in those black pupils. She always felt that the other person was not raising her hand to thank her for her kindness.

As expected, the next moment Chang Yang suddenly said: "You let me know that in the early stage of the Golden Core, I can fight!"

what?
The female revisionist didn't understand what he meant until Changyang made a sword flower and used the blade of the sword to hold the two scimitars. She suddenly noticed that the distance between herself and the other party had actually shrunk by half!
The female cultivator's momentum froze, she held the handle of the knife with both hands, and tried hard to pull back the entangled whip knife. However, Chang Yang moved quickly with his feet, raised his sword to hold the whip knife, bent down, and chased after him along the black iron chain.

The sword made a sharp friction sound as it grinded against the dark iron chain, and faint sparks flew from the intersection of the swords.

The female cultivator looked into Chang Yang's sharp black eyes and was frightened for no reason. No matter how much she wanted to stop pulling on the black iron chain, it was too late and she had no choice but to fight her in close combat.

Of course, the female cultivator can also attack at close range, but she just lost the opportunity, and Changyang will never give her a chance to make a comeback.

In an instant, the situation was reversed.

The female cultivator was restrained in every way. The sword she was supposed to swing out was blocked by the other party. The awe-inspiring sword energy cut her body, causing wounds one after another.

When she finally seized the opportunity, she slashed with her sword at the initial stage of the golden elixir.

This powerful blow directly knocked the opponent's sword out of his hand.

It is a big taboo for a swordsman to be unable to hold a sword!
The female cultivator was overjoyed and tried to slash at the opponent's body with her other hand. As a result, she was dazzled and the person in front of her suddenly disappeared. He circled behind her like a ghost and grabbed the hilt of the sword again before it fell.

At this time, the female cultivator's neck was pressed against the cold and sharp sword. The blade had penetrated half an inch into her skin, and her body could not help but freeze.

"I won." Changyang stood behind the female cultivator holding the sword and said in a hoarse voice.

The female cultivator gritted her teeth, and then she felt discouraged. She raised her hands and put away the whip knife: "You win."

Chang Yang then put down his sword and took a step back.

The female cultivator turned around and looked at her with fear. It was obvious that the side of her face was about to be scratched and her body was covered in blood and wounds, but the excitement in her eyes actually became more and more intense.

Madman, a madman at the peak of foundation building!
The female cultivator raised her hand and touched her neck. Her expression was extremely ugly, and she turned around and disappeared nearby.

As soon as she left, Chang Yang half-knelt on the ground, trying to support himself with a sword stuck in the stone ground.

Despite this, his spirit was not at all depressed.

Changyang staggered to his feet, moved to the small spring, sat down cross-legged, formed a seal with his hands, and led the spirit into his body.

The spiritual energy poured into her dry spirit house, moistening it, and automatically spread to her limbs to repair the injured meridians.

Chang Yang closed her eyes and looked inside the Ling Mansion. The spiritual energy she absorbed slowly caused the golden sea of ​​​​Fu to rise again. She stared at the center of the sea of ​​​​the palace that had always been calm. There were waves surging, as if something was forming in it.

not enough.

She sensed for no reason that the power of the surge was not strong enough.

What caused the changes in the calm golden palace sea were these few fights with the early stage monks of the Golden Core.

...After a while, Chang Yang opened his eyes.

Unfortunately, this thin spring was not enough to completely heal the deep wound on her body in a short period of time. At most, it could stop the bleeding first.

Changyang was still in severe pain from the wounds all over her body. She took out the healing water from her storage bag, but first applied it on her arms, calves, and waist and abdomen.

When there was only half a bottle left, she hesitated for a moment.

Xiu Chuang Water is not cheap. She only has one bottle and needs to use it sparingly.

The injuries on her face did not prevent her from wielding the sword.

In the end, Chang Yang poured out half a drop of wound water as big as a knuckle, applied it to the wound, and repaired it a little.

It just so happens that the words don't leak out.

The rest will wait for the wound to heal slowly.

Besides... if you apply the healing water now, it will be in vain, and there will be more injuries later.

Chang Yang put away the Xiu Chuang Shui, held his sword and stood up slowly. He looked at the newly arrived Jindan early stage monk, and the sword in his hand made a faint clanking sound of excitement.

……

On August 22, Linglin Mountain stopped flowing again.

Many monks from Nandou Zhai and Beidou Pavilion returned to the wooden building, and some stayed near the good location of the spiritual spring, waiting for its return.

Even if you lose the battle later, you can still soak in the spiritual spring for a while.Some of the peak foundation-building monks who were staying in the circular martial arts field also ran over to guard it, hoping to experience the spiritual spring.

Ping Qingyun returned to Beidou Pavilion. His face was red and he was obviously in good condition. He met a few monks he knew on the way and even took the initiative to say hello.

After the star realm robes are issued, not everyone wears them. Some of the top sect disciples will deliberately keep their sect robes. Other monks will always be wary when they recognize them, and it will also make it easier for everyone to "make friends".

Ping Qingyun had already changed into a Taoist robe. He hid in the crowd and walked upstairs leisurely.

There were monks gathering in twos and threes at the corner of the corridor to chat.

"I really want to experience the taste of soaking in the spiritual spring. I heard that the spiritual energy flows directly into the body, and even soaking for a long time can cleanse the marrow."

"It's a pity that all the good spots are taken up by those big guys."

"Tsk, what big sect? There isn't even one of the [-] sects here."

"Even so, the strength of the monks who occupy the best positions in Lingquan should not be underestimated. They are all in the middle stage of Golden Core. They are not comparable to you and me."

"I heard that not many monks are fighting in the middle stage of Jindan this time. There is friction among a few, and everyone is still waiting and watching."

"No matter if they don't have a good position, they can still find a large pool of spiritual energy to absorb the spiritual energy. I and others with shallow cultivation can't do it, so we have to fight for it."

"The remaining foundation-building monks are even worse. They can't even touch the spiritual spring. They all returned to the round martial arts field."

When Ping Qingyun walked up to the third floor, he lowered his head and picked up the sound transmission stone from his waist. He had sent many messages to Chang Yang in the past five days, but the other party did not reply to any of them.

Could it be that Fellow Daoist Changyang felt that he could not win the spiritual spring and his self-esteem was hit, so he was unwilling to return his favor?

Ping Qingyun touched his chin, thoughtfully: Fellow Taoist Changyang really doesn't look like someone who can grovel.

The monks at the corner of the second floor were still talking.

"Not all the foundation-building monks have gone back. There is a crazy foundation-building monk in the west of Lingli Mountain. He has been picking up early-stage golden elixir monks for five days and actually managed to hold on to his position."

"I also know that the foundation-building monk...tsk tsk, I heard that a fine spring was covered with her blood."

"Not to mention spiritual cultivation, the demon cultivator is not at peace either. A wolf demon doesn't soak in the spiritual spring very much. He has been fighting with other demon cultivators there for the past five days. I was nearby at the time, and the wolf cultivator bit the demon whenever he saw it. Crazy.”

Ping Qingyun shook his head while listening. Star Boundary was really crazy. He would never participate in such a crazy fight.

Master said that as a person, you should be low-key and invisible, and quietly improve your realm.

……

The spiritual spring stopped flowing, and most of the monks returned to the wooden building. Chang Yang also limped back to his residence.

No matter how much medicine she saved, she had already run out of medicine. She was covered in dried and fresh blood. She was so exhausted that she fell asleep.

Not long after, the door was pushed open, and a figure dragged heavy steps towards the east bunk. He also fell down directly and made a "thud" sound when it came into contact with the bed.

The room was suddenly filled with a strong smell of blood.

About an hour later, the door was pushed open again, and then the two female nuns frowned, dragged the chairs over, and sat at the table. When they poured tea, the cups made a crisp clinking sound.

One person said: "The room was so bloody and dirty that I thought it was a single room."

"The person's cultivation level is low, so we are considerate and considerate." The female cultivator next to her said without any yin or yang.

The female cultivator covered her nose and said, "If you are a low-cultivation person, don't stay here. It will stink up my quilt."

In fact, each bed was two feet apart, but she did not use the purification technique, and her whole body smelled like blood.

Chang Yang opened his eyes and stood up, and was about to apologize when the wolf-headed female nun from the Dongpu next door suddenly jumped up and roared angrily at the two female nuns at the table.

The two female nuns were startled. The cup in one of their hands dropped and rolled several times on the table. The water stains spread and dripped down the table.

"Noisy!" The wolf-headed female nun showed her two fangs angrily, "Kill you!"

Chang Yang next to him: "..."

She cast a purification spell on herself and the bed, and threw a purification spell on the wolf-headed female cultivator.

The wolf-headed female cultivator was stunned for a moment, and immediately turned to stare at Chang Yang angrily: "I want to die..."

"Sleep." Changyang pointed to the newly cleaned Dongpu and said simply.

The wolf-headed nun hesitated for a moment, but in the end she couldn't resist the temptation of sleeping, so she closed her eyes and fell down.

Chang Yang got down from his bed and apologized to the two female cultivators, "Sorry, I ran out of spiritual power when I came back. I was too tired to perform the purification technique. I will pay attention next time."

The two female nuns looked at each other, curled their lips, and said no more. However, the corner of their eyes glanced at the wolf-headed female nun in Dongpu who was full of evil spirits. After all, they still did not dare to hit anything again.

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