Otherworldly Refinement

"call out!"

As soon as Ling Yunfeng's Yujian Jue was lifted, Feijian trembled suddenly, made a sound of "咻", instantly turned into a silver light, and flew forward rapidly.

Because everything happened so suddenly, Ling Yunfeng had no time to react, and the flying sword under his feet flew forward rapidly. Ling Yunfeng's body fell backwards suddenly under the flying sword, and immediately shook violently, his arms were like birds. It flapped quickly like wings, unable to balance for a while.

"Fuck! Ah!"

Suddenly there was a scream in mid-air, and Ling Yunfeng's body was like a bird with broken wings, staggering from the mid-air in a rough free-fall movement, falling straight down, and then his buttocks hit hard on the ground.

"Bulging!"

"Ouch!" Ling Yunfeng's butt fell to the ground first, and hit the hard ground heavily. He screamed and directly smashed a shallow groove in the ground of his lower body.Immediately, the upper body involuntarily fell forward, knocked on the ground suddenly, and fell straight to the ground.

"Yah, bah! Bah! Bah! Bah!" Ling Yunfeng got up from the ground angrily, spit out sandy spittle, and quickly patted the dust on his clothes and face with his hands.

"Hiss!" Ling Yunfeng sucked in a few breaths, covered his sore buttocks cursingly and rubbed heavily a few times, wiped away the two strands of red liquid that flowed out of the red and swollen nostrils, and kept licking his mouth. cursed.

"Bah, come again." Ling Yunfeng wiped his nose, picked up the flying sword on the ground, threw it into the air again, and suddenly jumped onto the flying sword.

"Fly for me." Standing on the flying sword, Ling Yunfeng gritted his teeth suddenly, shouted loudly, lifted up the Yujian Jue again, controlled the flying sword to fly forward, and suddenly the flying sword under his feet trembled slightly and slowly Fly forward.

With the previous experience, Ling Yunfeng controlled it much better this time than last time, and his body didn't shake so much.

Standing on the flying sword, Ling Yunfeng looked at the scenery flying backwards rapidly under his feet, felt the breeze blowing on his cheeks head-on, and felt an indescribable coolness all over his body, and at the same time, he felt like he was floating in the clouds a feeling of.

"Yah, standing on the flying sword is not comparable to walking on the ground. It feels great and the speed is also very powerful. It seems that I don't have to run in the future. Think about the days when I ran dozens of miles a day. It feels worse than having both legs broken." Ling Yunfeng smiled joyfully, remembering his previous life of often traveling tens of hundreds of miles a day, even he admired himself a little at this moment.

"Ah! Grass mud horse!" However, not long after Ling Yunfeng was proud, a burst of scolding and screams sounded in the air again, and one person and one sword were once again falling from the air in a rough free fall motion.

"Ah! Is there anyone who plays with me like this? Could it be that I've become a dick too? I don't want to be so embarrassing." On the ground, Ling Yunfeng got up angrily, covered his forehead and yelled, almost wanting to cry up.

When he released his palm from his forehead, he saw a big lump the size of a baby's fist appeared on his forehead, the red and swollen big lump was overflowing with traces of blood, and many small branches were stuck on his face , and left many scratches, just like a big cat face.

It turned out that he was only concerned about balancing his body just now, and he was not concentrating. He was full of ecstasy thinking about what he would do after having the flying sword.

Flying and flying, I forgot to look ahead. I accidentally flew into a forest on the edge of the grass. I didn't know it, and my head directly hit the trunk of a tree, so I ended up in this tragic end.

"Bah! Come again! I can't conquer a broken sword, can I?" Ling Yunfeng yelled, spitting with mud and branches, then gritted his teeth fiercely, threw the flying sword into the air again, and dodged The flying sword flew unsteadily over the grass.

It's just that it didn't fly out for a long time before it wobbled and fell down again, hitting the ground fiercely, and there was a muffled sound of a gun hitting the ground followed by a shrill scream.

"Sister, come again, I'm with you!" Ling Yunfeng cursed angrily, picked up the flying sword and threw it into the air again, jumped on the flying sword, and controlled the flying sword to fly in various postures...

Immediately, a strange scene appeared on the grass here. One person and one sword were flying over the grassland. After a while, there was a scream, and one person and one sword fell from midair dangling and fell directly on the ground. A human-shaped dent was left in the grass above.

Not long after the man fell, he stubbornly got up again, picked up the silver three-foot long sword on the ground cursingly, threw it into the air, jumped onto the sword, and controlled the long sword to fly forward with.

"Ah! Mahler Gobi!"

"Oh!"

"Fuck. Is there such a joke?"

"Damn, if you fall again, I will break you today, ah! Don't, I'm just joking, don't..."

"Oh!"

"Enough, don't fall! Ah..."

"Oh!"

"Your sister's..."

"what!……"

Occasionally, in the silent valley in the past, the sound of guns hitting the ground, someone's miserable screams and angry curses could be faintly heard.

Time passed by slowly, and the scorching sun's light had softened unknowingly. The fiery red sun sank half of its face under the distant mountain peaks, and the afterglow of the setting sun poured over the sky like a thin veil. On this piece of grass,.

An embarrassed figure lay on the grass like a dead dog, panting heavily, his face was red and swollen, and there were many small scratches.

The clothes on his body were even more tattered, as if a few pieces of cloth were hanging on his body, and his whole body was covered with colorful grass juice, permeating a breath of nature.At this time, Ling Yunfeng's appearance was simply worse than the beggars on the streets of Qingfu City.

It's just that Ling Yunfeng didn't seem to care about the messy body, and a few smiles appeared on his face like a big cat. After nearly a day of practice, Ling Yunfeng can already control the flying sword smoothly without being forced.

But looking at his red, swollen and dusty face, one can guess that he probably fell quite a few times during the day.

After resting for a while, Ling Yunfeng walked towards Ling's house, and when he returned to the small courtyard, he happened to meet his mother, Mrs. Su.

Seeing Ling Yunfeng's distressed appearance, Mrs. Su hurried forward to check Ling Yunfeng's body with distress, asking this and that with concern.

Feeling the deep concern in Su's eyes, Ling Yunfeng felt warm in his heart, and hurriedly comforted his mother, saying that he just fell down and nothing happened.

Although hearing what Ling Yunfeng said, Su Shi was still worried, and checked Ling Yunfeng's body carefully, seeing that his son had only suffered some skin trauma, so he was relieved when he saw that there was nothing wrong with him.

But still couldn't help blaming Ling Yunfeng with concern, telling him to be more careful in the future, and then went to prepare food for Ling Yunfeng.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Yunfeng accompanied his mother to have a happy meal before returning to his room, and then impatiently locked the doors and windows and stepped into the cauldron refining space for his daily beating training.

It wasn't until midnight that Ling Yunfeng came out of the cauldron refining space with his bruised body, and lay directly in the bucket to temper his body with the blood-colored liquid. He was so tired that he almost didn't even bother to move as soon as he lay in the bucket All of a sudden, he fell asleep directly.

The next day, before dawn, Ling Yunfeng went straight to the back again, practicing martial arts and flying swords in the back mountain, and of course he did not forget to refine the medicinal materials of Zhuji Pill into elixirs.

Seven days had passed before Ling Yunfeng could refine twenty copies of the medicinal materials of Zhuji Dan into pills. After the previous two exercises, Ling Yunfeng's alchemy techniques were much more proficient, and none of the twenty copies of medicinal materials were destroyed. It was refined into elixir by Ling Yunfeng, and the quality of elixir was also mentioned to the highest.

If this situation is seen by others, they will definitely be surprised. Refining twenty first-grade elixir without destroying one medicinal material, even some second-grade pharmacists can't do it.

On this day, when Ling Yunfeng was about to go out to sell the elixir, he just walked out of the room when he ran into Ling Mo excitedly.

"Ling Mo, what's the matter with you? So happy? Is there anything good?" Seeing Ling Mo seemed very happy, Ling Yunfeng raised his brows and asked, did this guy encounter some good things again?

"Master, I have made a breakthrough." Ling Mo approached mysteriously, and whispered in Ling Yunfeng's ear as if offering a treasure.

"Oh?" Hearing this, Ling Yunfeng glanced at the former in surprise, then grabbed his hand, and detected his breath, and suddenly found that the breath in Ling Mo's body was indeed much stronger than before, and it should have reached the first level. Wuqi stage.

Looking at Ling Mo, Ling Yunfeng looked a little surprised. He didn't expect Ling Mo to break through so quickly. You must know that he had checked the latter's physique, and the latter's muscles and bones were only average. If he cultivated normally, It is estimated that it will take nearly a year of practice to break through the first stage of martial arts.

Unexpectedly, Ling Mo broke through to the first stage of martial qi in just ten days, probably because of the medicinal power of the Body Tempering Pill.

"Well, it's a breakthrough." Ling Yunfeng nodded under Ling Mo's slightly nervous gaze.

"Hey!" With Ling Yunfeng's confirmation, Ling Mo's face became even more joyful. Although he felt that he had made a breakthrough, he was not sure if he had never practiced before, so he hurried over to ask Ling Yunfeng to confirm. After getting Ling Yunfeng's affirmation now, he is naturally overjoyed.

"Are you happy? You're going to be scared with just this level of cultivation? You just need to practice hard." Ling Yunfeng glared at Ling Mo who was grinning from ear to ear.

"Yes, young master." After Ling Yunfeng poured a bucket of cold water on him, the heat in Ling Mo's heart suddenly subsided, and he said with aggrieved face, he thought that if he broke through, he could come to the young master for a few words of praise.

I don't know that the young master doesn't seem to be satisfied at all, it seems that he has to work harder in the future, and he can't let the young master down.

How did he know that Ling Yunfeng was actually quite satisfied with his cultivation speed, and he only said that because he was afraid that he would be complacent.