Taishang Hualong Jue

Chapter 6
With the excitement of regaining what was lost, Qin Luo braved the cold wind and snow, practiced in the courtyard for more than an hour, and then dragged his tired body back to the room and fell asleep.

On the bed, the thin young man was wrapped in a quilt and sleeping soundly, snoring softly. On his body, there was a strange blood-red halo circulating, faintly showing the shape of a dragon.

There was a buzzing sound, and a ghostly gray awn appeared above his head. The gray chaotic mist was lingering, and strange and mysterious breaths fluctuated and flowed, as if time and space were disordered, and heaven and earth reincarnated...

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The next day, the cold sun rose in the east, and a blazing light came in from the crack of the window, shining on the sleeping boy, turning over lazily, rubbing his eyes, his brows were slightly frowned by the dazzling light, and he felt sleepy. Slowly opening his sleepy eyes, he couldn't help but startled when he saw the sky was bright. He rarely slept in, and it seemed that he had been reborn, which made him relax a lot.

Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly frowned, and stretched out his hand to rub the center of his brows. He didn't notice it just now, but now he felt some pain in his head. There seemed to be something more in his head. His mind sank into his body, but he didn't find anything.

Qin Luo shook his head, pretending to be an illusion, clenched his fist lightly, feeling the long-lost surging power in his body, a joyful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and traces of blood lingered on his fist, he said softly: "My current strength, It should be back to the seventh level of body forging, and it feels like it will take about half a year to recover to its original strength."

As he spoke, a gloomy flash of light flashed in his eyes, and his face slowly turned cold. He raised his head slightly, his eyes looked into the distance, as if piercing through endless space, he saw the row upon row of palaces and pavilions, and there was a hint of cold murderous intent in his eyes , the voice then became cold and low.

"One year has passed, it is impossible for Lin Yangqing to stand still and take away my Chilong battle spirit. Now, I am afraid that he has condensed the spirit of the battle spirit."

He pursed his lips slightly, clenched his fists slowly, and his eyes gleamed with unyielding light, "But, so what? Lin Yangqing, for up to three years, I will take back what belongs to me."

He is very aware of the difficulties involved, will suffer a lot, and may die, but he will not give up, and will work harder because of it.

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Martial arts training is for warriors to absorb the aura of heaven and earth to warm and nourish their battle souls, making them stronger and stronger, and then feeding back to the warriors. In order to distinguish between strong and weak, the levels are divided according to the degree of strengthening of the battle souls, which are body training, awakening, and soul. The sea, warming, concentrating, and Dharma.

And each big realm, except body forging is divided into nine levels, other realms are roughly divided into three small realms: Xiaocheng, Dacheng and Consummation.

This is what Qin Luo knows. As for whether there is a higher realm above the Faxiang realm, he doesn't know. It is not something he can touch at his level now.

As far as Qin Luo knows, in their Daqian Dynasty, the strongest is the Faxiang Realm, and in their Qin family, the strongest is his father's cultivation is only half a step away from the Concentration Realm, although it is only close to the Concentration Realm One kick, but it blocked him for several years, and he couldn't step in for a long time.

The Concentrating Mind Realm, also known as the Concentrating Artistic Realm, no matter where they are placed in the Daqian Dynasty, they can be called truly strong, because they have already comprehended the will and charm of the fighting spirit, and their strength has undergone earth-shaking changes.

It can be said that a strong man in the state of concentration can make ordinary gentlemen dare not make mistakes just by the oppression of the spiritual level, but if he makes a move, he can easily defeat five well-rounded warriors. The gap is obvious.

And stepping into the Realm of Faxiang is even more extraordinary. The battle spirit is manifested, and it is condensed from illusion to substance, like a divine mansion, as if it exists in reality. This kind of strong man can unleash powerful attack power with every move, and he can do it with just one punch. Blast a mountain.

A year ago, when Qin Luo was at the peak of his strength, he went through the nine levels of body training, awakened his battle soul, opened up the soul sea, and reached the perfection of the soul sea. The next step is to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, strengthen and nourish the battle soul to make him slow down. The warm and nurturing environment that slowly changes from virtual to real, lays the foundation for condensing and comprehending the will to comprehend the charm of the fighting spirit.

It's a pity that when he was full of vigor and ambition, he wanted to take advantage of the power of the holy courtyard to ride the wind and transform into a dragon and fly into the sky. He met Lin Yangqing, a formidable enemy, and was plotted by him. For a while, I almost fell into a slump.

Lin Yangqing, the proud son of the Qinglong Holy Academy of the Sixiang Holy Academy, entered the Holy Academy a year before Qin Luo, and his talent and understanding were all the top choices. When Qin Luo entered the Holy Academy, his strength had already entered the realm of nurturing.

Not counting these, Lin Yangqing still has an astonishingly deep background—the Lin family is one of the three major families other than the royal family of the Dagan Dynasty. , that is a behemoth that can only be looked up to, it is no wonder that Qin Luo's father Qin Lie feels powerless.

Qin Luo clearly understands that even if he regains his battle spirit and is reborn like Nirvana, facing Lin Yangqing, not to mention revenge, just catching up with him will be very difficult and definitely not an easy task.

The latter is backed by the behemoth of the Lin family, coupled with his impressive talent, under the intensive training of the Lin family, it is difficult not to think about how to become stronger quickly. Perhaps, as outsiders say, the gap between them will only become wider and wider , is not a person of the world at all.

"Lin Yangqing... The Lin family, and Qinglong Holy Academy, you want me to accept my fate, it's impossible! I, Qin Luo, will get back all the humiliation I have suffered this year."

In the room, the boy's resolute and unyielding voice slowly resounded...

After eating and saying hello to Qin Lie, Qin Luo walked out of the small courtyard and came to the mountain behind Qin's house.

In the early morning, mist shrouded the mountains and forests, making people's vision hazy and blurred.

At this time, the sky was bright, the blazing cold winter sun shone on the earth, and the snowflakes fluttered gently. In the back mountain forest, the ground was covered with ice and snow, and the branches were covered with silver frost, and the chill was pervasive.

For Qin Luo who was a few days ago, it would be better to come to such cold places less often. His fighting spirit was deprived of his sea of ​​souls and his body was weaker than ordinary people. Tuberculosis.

But now, with the rebirth of the battle spirit, healed all his injuries, and his whole body seemed to have been reborn. Naturally, this bit of chill couldn't do anything to him.

On the back mountain of the Qin family, covered with silver frost, in a dense forest, next to the waterfall rushing down from the cliff, there was a thick-heavy panting sound coming from the mouth and nose, accompanied by bursts of whistling. cheers.

Pulling his gaze in, he saw a thin and thin figure that seemed to be very weak in a clearing in the forest. His feet were firmly planted on the ground like wooden stakes, and he did not tremble even if the cold snow seeped into it.

In the open space, a young man was sweating profusely. His body was like a furnace, steaming with heat. He was bare-chested, revealing his strong, streamlined, perfect muscles and bronze-colored body.

The legs are like the root of an old tree, firmly planted on the ground, the palms of both hands are clenched into fists, and they are constantly waving. The goose feather heavy snow could not fly down this three-acre land, forming a vacuum.

He seems to use all his strength in every punch, and the wind of the fist roars, bringing up afterimages. He is not simply withdrawing and punching out, but a complicated and cumbersome boxing technique. The boxing technique is unpredictable, but Round and free, it is difficult to find flaws.

The wind of the fist whizzed, fierce and unrestrained, but there was a hint of tenderness in the fierceness, which made the fist power round and free, and could burst out the power to the maximum.

The palm of the hand was glowing with blood, and the majestic and sacred golden light was hidden. When the palm was waved, the shadow of the palm filled the air, and there was an overwhelming momentum, and there were bursts of sharp and breaking wind.

Leg shadows are like wind and electricity, like steel whips waving...

If there are outsiders here, they will be very surprised. Although this basic boxing method is not a profound martial art, children under the age of ten can do it a few times, but it is difficult to find flaws after practicing this kind of perfection, so there are not many people. able to do it.

After all, this is just the basic martial arts, the lowest level of martial arts, it is okay to strengthen the body, but it does not add much to the strength of the fighters, so most of them give up after the initial stage of body training, and turn to more powerful ones. martial arts.

But Qin Luo disagreed with this. He believed that the avenue is as simple as possible, and other powerful martial arts are derived from these basic martial arts. The more basic, the more important is actually the most important thing. Lay a solid foundation.

Therefore, even if his strength reached the perfection of the soul sea, even if he came into contact with more powerful and profound martial arts, he never abandoned these basic martial arts, but the time spent on them gradually decreased.

For two whole hours, every inch of the flesh and blood body was in motion, being violently torn, and there were bursts of soreness. On the body, faint blood-red sweat seeped out, and the brows were full of fatigue. But he didn't intend to stop and rest.

Qin Luo was silent, as if he was numb, unable to feel pain and fatigue, repeating mechanically over and over again, his lips were tightly pressed, and his eyes were firm and calm.

Because he knows that time waits for no one!If he wants to follow in Lin Yangqing's footsteps, and suppress those restless and eager people in his family, he must practice hard and redouble his cultivation.

Only in this way can he make up for the lost golden time of one year of cultivation, otherwise, not to mention catching up with Lin Yangqing, he will not be able to suppress those in the family who are eager to move because of his lack of cultivation strength.

For him, this is the most severe test at present. If he can't pass it, not only will his life be difficult, but as the father of the Qin family's head, he will also be subject to greater and more constraints.

None of this allowed him to relax.

(End of this chapter)