Cultivation of immortals, the beginning of cultivating demons for ten years

Chapter 17 It's time to roll [New book please collect! 】

Hooked Nose laughed out loud as if hearing a big joke, and even the companions behind him laughed.

Cultivating the Tao is the mainstream longevity method in this world. In addition, there is also a longevity method called body training.

Divided into the four realms of Forged Body, Stellar Qi, Vajra, and Great Sage.

For the two longevity methods, the first level is body forging, there is no difference.

Qi training on top of body training, Gang Qi began to be different.

Practicing Qi, as the name suggests, monks exhale the aura of heaven and earth to cultivate true Qi.

Gang Qi is a kind of Qi produced by martial arts training, also known as Xiantian Gang Qi.It is the qi in the warrior's own body. According to the different physique of the martial artist, it can be divided into yin and yang gang qi, five elements gang qi, and some mutant gang qi.

Gang Qi martial arts is subdivided into nine levels, corresponding to the nine levels of Qi training.

Ordinary warriors spend their whole lives in the state of physical training, and there is no one in a million who can break through the state of physical training and develop innate qi.

A five-level martial artist is equivalent to a five-level Qi training monk.Such strength is enough to serve as a general guarding a domain in a secular dynasty.

The five-level foundation of the hooked nose is extremely solid, and it has a record of killing six-level warriors, which cannot be judged by common sense.

After all, they were following the direct disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect. If they didn't have any abilities that were different from ordinary people, they were not qualified to follow Xie Zonglin.

"Let me die, it depends on whether you have the ability."

"Whether there is, you will know if you try."

"Try it, try it, if you can't kill you, I will take your surname."

With a hooked nose, he talked nonsense lazily, opened his fists, and the innate qi came out through his body, the punch was like a knife, and the surrounding bamboo forests wrapped in the qi swayed and swayed.

It seemed that there was a strong wind of force seven or eight in the flat ground.

"It's such a strong martial arts fist, someone over there asked about the fist?"

"Go and have a look."

People came following the strong energy of the fist, and when they saw the two confronting each other in the bamboo forest, they secretly thought that there was a good show to watch.

"The man in purple is Xie Zonglin from the Spirit Sword Sect. Hey, that seems to be the eldest lady of Qianji Pavilion, Qianji Ayako."

"Iron Fist, that hooked nose is a disciple of the Iron Mountain Sect, one of the top ten martial arts sects of the Dahe Dynasty."

"The fist frame is solid, the air flow is round and smooth, and the foundation is extremely firm. This hooked nose is probably a direct disciple of the Tieshan Sect. The iron fist is powerful and he is best at killing enemies across borders. The young man in white who is fighting with him may not be enough."

Hooked Nose looked at the pretty boy opposite, and decided to send him away with the first punch.

The strong energy of the fist was lifted to its peak, the hooked nose was steaming with heat, the ground under his feet was cracked, and only a bang was heard.

Yinggoubi stood where Yan Pingyuan stood before, bamboo leaves fell all over the sky, and were twisted into green dust by the overflowing aura.

In front, the ground was covered with green bamboo branches, dust was flying, and a vacuum belt of more than 20 feet long was created in the bamboo forest.

I punched it with all my strength, and it was smashed into slag, and the coffin was saved.

Yinggoubi put away his fists and was suddenly stunned. Amidst the flying smoke and dust, he walked up to Yinggoubi in two steps, dressed in white clothes.

Yan Ping said: "You only have this little strength?"

The hooked nose's face sank, black as carbon.

"The head is hard enough. You practiced the Iron Head Kung Fu. I was careless. The next punch will definitely knock your soul out of your head."

The hooked nose retreated thirty feet, and the boxing frame was pulled back. The powerful energy of the fist was instantly raised to its peak, and a huge pit was stepped on the ground with one foot. Swinging, his right arm was all red, and he punched Yan Ping hard in the abdomen.

After the sound of hitting leather, Yan Ping disappeared, and the vacuum zone of twenty feet increased to thirty feet.

Whoo~!

The hooked nose was panting heavily, this punch consumed most of his physical strength and energy.

Hmph, if you hit my killer move, you should die.

The white clothes walked slowly and reappeared without any damage to the whole body.

Everyone was stunned.

"Miss, this white-clothed scholar actually received a punch from that hooked nose that could kill a martial artist of the sixth realm!"

The woman in black said: "At least a seventh-level physique. At this age, he has already reached the seventh level of martial arts. He can be called a martial arts genius."

"The physique of this white-clothed young man is fake. He is so resistant to beatings that he has the physique of a demon clan."

"The hooked nose kicked the iron plate. This man must be a low-key warrior of the eight realms."

Xie Zonglin narrowed his eyes and looked at Yan Ping seriously, hoping to see something special.It's a pity that looking around, no matter how you look at it, you look like a mortal, and there is nothing particularly noteworthy.

It seems that he really lost his sight.

The hooked nose's face changed slightly, "You forced me to do this."

Burning essence and blood, his strength instantly increased by one level, becoming a martial artist of the sixth level.

"Drink~!"

The hooked nose yelled loudly, jumped up high, and clasped the fingers of both hands into big fists, like a god beating a drum, falling from the sky, fisted with both hands, and smashed down Yan Ping's head hard.

Yan Ping opened the mountain-moving boxing frame, the intention of the fist circulated, and the strong energy became the wind. His whole temperament changed instantly, and he had a calm and majestic posture like a mountain.

The hooked nose was in the middle, and the blood stagnated all over his body, and he fell straight from midair.

This breath, seven realms, no, at least eight realms warriors, hooked noses could not open their mouths to beg for mercy, and felt the threat of death in their hearts.

"This brother, misunderstanding, everything is a misunderstanding."

Xie Zonglin finally said that Yinggoubi was a disciple of the Tieshan Sect of the Dahe Dynasty. If he died in front of him, it would definitely cause an uproar.

He sacrificed the flying sword, and wanted to catch the hooked nose back, but halfway, the flying sword suddenly descended without warning, and when he took a closer look, he found that he was firmly pressed down by a small bronze sword measuring one inch three. .

"Our martial arts master asks boxing, why are you just joining in the fun with a sword cultivator?"

A low-grade spiritual weapon level flying sword!
Sword repair!

Xie Zonglin's face changed greatly, "This fellow Taoist, this person is the Iron Mountain Sect of the Dahe Dynasty..."

boom!Yan Ping didn't want to talk nonsense, he punched him, shattered the magic robe on the hooked nose, and then smashed his body with another punch.

A female cultivator exclaimed: "You actually killed the direct disciple of Tieshan Sect, you, aren't you afraid of Tieshan Sect's revenge?"

shhhhhh-!
The light was overflowing, and there was an extra one-inch three-inch flying sword in front of the eyebrows of everyone present.

Yan Ping said flatly, "I like to be alone."

The implication is that you can get out.

Twelve, twelve low-grade spirit weapon level flying swords!
Xie Zonglin swallowed his saliva, not daring to say a word of nonsense, and left in despair.

Qianji Ayako made a bow and said, "Please don't blame me for disturbing Senior's elegant mood."

Yan Ping looked at her coldly. He didn't feel any favor for this kind of female cultivator who was superior and domineering.

Qianji Ayako trembled, lowered her eyes, turned and left.

The people who eat melons disappeared in an instant.

Damn, at least a martial artist in the eighth realm is nothing more than a swordsman.

Really scared to death.

(End of this chapter)