Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

This sword was too strange. He could defend against it, but Xu Zhijian couldn't.

He had already used this sword to reverse the Nether Sect's mental method.

His current martial arts knowledge was far beyond what normal people could imagine, but he still felt it was difficult to deduce the swordsmanship of the Nether Sect.

This swordsmanship was too strange.

He felt that he could only deduce 60% to 70%, only got the form but not the spirit. He could only deduce this far through one swordsmanship move, and could not go any further.

Pagoda Garden

Several flower and vegetable gardens did not wither because of winter, but were full of vitality.

Faning was busy in the vegetable garden.

Zhou Yang stood aside and watched the battle.

Xu Qingluo was fighting with Zhou Yu and Chu Ling.

The three of them were not divided into two groups, but into three groups. They fought each other and fought fiercely with the other two people. Each person was one against two, and it was very fierce.

The three used palm techniques, and their white hands seemed to have no strength at all, as if they were playing.

The palm power was like a wave.

The royal blue suit Zhou Yang was wearing fluttered in the wind, and the flowers in the surrounding flowerbeds swayed violently and swayed gracefully.

When the two came closer, Zhou Yang clasped his hands together in a salute.

Fakong clasped his hands together, indicating that he didn't need to be polite, and stood aside with Xu Zhijian to watch the fight.

Xu Qingluo and the others saw Fakong.

But not only did they not stop, but their movements became more neat and fierce.

Some were as fast as a rabbit jumping up and down, and some were as varied as an antelope hanging on a horn, combining exquisiteness and swiftness very well, both cruel and beautiful.

Xu Zhijian couldn't help but nod.

It was rare for them to be able to practice their moves to this level at this age. They had both amazing talent and hard work, and neither of them could be missing.

"Bang!" Xu Qingluo suddenly slapped Chu Ling's shoulder with a palm.

"Ah!" Chu Ling screamed and flew out.

"Hehe, Sister Chu, you lost!" Xu Qingluo said proudly, and then screamed, but Zhou Yu took the opportunity to slap her on the back.

She staggered two steps and rushed to Fakong.

Fakong shook his head at her.

Xu Qingluo turned her head in anger and glared at Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu smiled: "You are distracted, Qingluo!"

"Hehe, it's my fault." Xu Qingluo could only admit it.

"Sister Zhou did a great job!" Chu Ling clapped her hands and smiled: "She should be punished!"

Xu Qingluo snorted at Chu Ling: "Sister Chu, you only have a little strength, but you were defeated by me, what a pity."

"I just practiced my strength, and my moves are not sophisticated enough. I will catch up with you in a few days."

"You said the same thing a few days ago." Xu Qingluo smiled proudly.

She turned her head to look at Fakong: "Master, Uncle Xu, how can you two busy people have time to come here?"

She always wanted Xu Zhijian to help her build the foundation, but Xu Zhijian was always busy and never showed up, and she has not been able to build the foundation until now.

Xu Zhijian said with a smile: "Qingluo has complaints."

When he smiled like this, his facial features seemed to be squeezed together, making people worry whether his facial features would move.

Especially the nose, whether it would be squeezed by the face, mouth and eyes.

Xu Qingluo laughed and said: "How dare the disciple complain? I do what the master tells me to do."

"Did you really do it as you were told?" Xu Zhijian's smile disappeared and he said seriously: "Didn't you slack off?"

"Absolutely not." Xu Qingluo was full of confidence.

Xu Zhijian said: "Okay, give me your hand."

Xu Qingluo stretched out her left hand.

Xu Zhijian put his fingers on her wrist and closed his eyes.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, the temperature is right."

Xu Qingluo immediately said excitedly: "Uncle Master, does this mean I can build my foundation?"

"It's OK."

"Hehe, when will it start?"

"Today." Xu Zhijian said: "But..."

"Uncle Master, don't worry, I will never shout or scream!" Xu Qingluo glanced at Zhou Yang provocatively.

Zhou Yang curled his lips.

"Okay!" Xu Zhijian nodded in praise.

...

"Ah!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"Uncle Master, spare me!"

The screams became more and more miserable. Xu Qingluo stood straight like a piece of wood, screaming and screaming like a human, with her facial features gathered together.

Chu Ling, Zhou Yu and Zhou Yang were overjoyed and found it interesting.

Xu Qingluo is always smart and clever, and has the upper hand in everything, and never makes a fool of herself.

It's so rare to see her screaming like this now.

Chu Ling was particularly delighted, clapping her hands and shouting, "This one is louder than the last one. Come again, come again, Qingluo, let's see how loud you can scream!"

Xu Qingluo glared at Chu Ling with dissatisfaction: "Sister Chu, you are too cruel, ah ah!"

She screamed again, one after another.

Fakong shook his head, too lazy to say more.

Xu Zhijian turned a deaf ear to her pleas for mercy, stood behind her with a solemn look, and slapped her back with both palms.

His palms were surrounded by soft white light, and his palms were five inches away from Xu Qingluo's clothes, just letting the white light touch her body.

She felt sour, swollen, crisp and numb, all kinds of strange tastes mixed together, a unique taste that could not be described, she just wanted to faint directly.

Time passed slowly.

She felt that the days were like years, but Chu Ling and the others felt that time was too fast, and it seemed that an hour had passed in a short while.

Xu Zhijian retracted his palms, and the hazy white light also retracted into his palms. He nodded with satisfaction: "It's enough for today."

"Uncle Master, how long will it take?" Xu Qingluo's voice was hoarse, grainy, and magnetic.

Xu Zhijian pondered for a moment, then smiled and said: "Three more times and it's almost done."

"Three times..." Xu Qingluo was still frightened.

"Senior Sister Xu, who said you would never scream before?" Zhou Yang said.

Xu Qingluo rolled her eyes at him and smiled at Xu Zhijian: "Thank you so much, uncle!"

Xu Zhijian waved his hand.

Fakong smiled and said, "Brother Xu, thank you for your hard work. It's our turn."

"Okay." Xu Zhijian perked up.

For him now, helping others build a foundation is just a piece of cake, much easier than helping Zhou Yang and Zhou Yu build a foundation.

What he was really interested in was Fa Kong's martial arts. He knew that Fa Kong's cultivation had greatly improved after a rain praying ceremony, and he wanted to see to what extent Fa Kong's cultivation had improved.

White light slowly began to appear on his fists.

The white light became stronger and stronger, turning into two white light balls.

"Be careful, I will use all my strength!" Xu Zhijian said and punched fiercely, and his right fist turned into a stream of light.

Like a meteor streaking across the sky, it will arrive in a flash.

A sword flew out of Fakong's sleeve. The sword's blade was as clear as a stream of autumn water, and the tip of the sword turned into a ball of white light and met Xu Zhijian's fist.

"Ding..." In the clear sound, Xu Zhijian and Fakong took a step back at the same time.

The blade of the sword becomes clearer and clearer.

The white light in Xu Zhijian's fist also became brighter and firmer.

"Again!" Xu Zhijian shouted and punched again.

"Ding ding ding ding..." In the dense ringing sound, Fakong's sword became faster and faster, and Xu Zhijian's fist also became faster and faster.

Later, only a clear light and a white light collided, and their swords and fists could not be seen clearly.

Chu Ling and the four people's eyes widened.

They had previously felt that although their cultivation was a little off, their moves were exquisite and fast enough.

After all, they have been sparring together, and their moves are becoming more and more sophisticated and faster.

But after seeing this scene, they felt inexplicably frustrated.

The difference is not even a tiny bit.

Fakong chose to compete in Tayuan just to dampen their arrogance, so that they would not always feel that they are already very good and only lack the realm.

Cultivation realm takes time to accumulate, so there is no need to be too anxious.

There was a vague sense of slackness among the three of them.

Fakong said one sentence, and Xu Qingluo and Chu Ling had ten sentences waiting.

So he didn't bother to say more, but still wanted to shock them with actions.

Judging from their expressions, he knew it worked.

The sword light on Fakong's sword suddenly disappeared, and the sword instantly stabbed Xu Zhijian's shoulder.

It pierced his clothes, penetrated the protective aura, and penetrated into the white light. When he pulled it out again, the tip of the sword was already stained with blood.

"How about this sword?" Fakong shook slightly, blood flew out, and the sword body became clear again.

Xu Zhijian nodded slowly.

Under the operation of the Great Light Body, this little flesh injury can be restored to its original state in the blink of an eye, so don't worry about it.

He felt it carefully and knew that Fakong was letting him go.

Pei Ran was unable to resist the surging power coming from the tip of the sword. It was like facing a huge wave, and he felt inexplicably insignificant.

He sighed: "You are indeed much stronger."

Fakong smiled and nodded.

His cultivation level has not become stronger, but has increased significantly. Now Xu Zhijian is far from his opponent.

If he used all his strength, Xu Zhijian might not be able to hold on to both moves, and pure strength would be able to suppress him.

Fakong said: "Did you feel the sword strike just now?"

"Very weird."

"What I used was only five or six successful, and I didn't master the essence. If it were really a swordsman from the Netherworld Sect, it would be twice as powerful."

"Faster?"

"Not only is the speed faster, but the angle is more cunning, the rhythm is more mysterious, and there is no way to avoid it. More importantly, the sword intention, the sword intention will make you slow to react."

Xu Zhijian's face was solemn.

"Netherworld Sect?" Chu Ling said.

Fakong turned to look at her.

Chu Ling said: "Monk, were you talking about Netherworld Sect just now?"

Fakong nodded: "Dayun Netherworld Sect."

Chu Ling said: "I heard that my father said that the Forbidden Palace should be dedicated to the defense of the Netherworld Sect."

"Sister Chu," Xu Qingluo asked in surprise, "Are they still going to assassinate the emperor?"

Chu Ling said: "They are very courageous and lawless."

"It can't be successful, right?"

"It seems that once I touched my father's side, he was seriously injured and escaped."

Xu Qingluo asked curiously: "Then the emperor didn't take revenge? Have you found the Netherworld Sect?"

She knew what Fa Kong cared about.

Of course, he was not concerned about the emperor's life and death, but about the Netherworld Sect.

Where the Netherworld Sect is is the top priority.

Chu Ling shook his head: "I can't find them. They are very mysterious, so I can only leave it alone, and I have to be careful of their revenge."

"No wonder you are so brave." Xu Qingluo said curiously: "I would like to see it."

Chu Ling snorted: "If you really see it, you will die."

Fakong appeared in a small pavilion in Xinghuawu.

The vast lake water is clear, bright and sparkling under the midday sun.

Sitting in the small pavilion was Dugu Xia Qing.

Dugu Xia Qing was dressed in white as snow, holding a book lazily, looking at it from time to time, her bright eyes opening and closing.

Although the surrounding scenery is pleasant.

But she was tired of living without scenery for a long time, so she didn't find it strange. It was just because the place was well ventilated, refreshing, and the best place to study.

She was dozing off when she suddenly became energetic and turned around to look.

Fakong put on his purple gold cassock and was already standing opposite her.

"Look at the sword!" A bright long sword suddenly appeared from Fakong's sleeve, and he thrust it out with the Netherworld Sword Technique.