Practice starts with skill points

Zhong Lin stood up slowly and shook his head, which was still a little swollen and painful, but a smile appeared on his face when he felt the internal energy constantly running in his body.

"It's a bit slow, but I'm practicing all the time. As long as there are enough pills to support it, I believe that the internal energy will be perfect soon."

He got up and went downstairs. Instead of leaving directly, he went to the third floor and selected two more martial arts to copy.

After cultivating the internal energy, the corresponding Qi-refining martial arts are only "Spiritual Sword Finger" and "Dragon Subduing Palm".

Too few.

Zhong Lin just selected a light-weight body technique "Fractal Shadow" and a sword technique "Flying Dragon Slash" on the third floor.

It can just make up for the shortcomings of his own attack.

On the first floor, the old man in black robe was still dozing with his eyes closed. He slowly opened his eyes when he felt Zhong Lin coming, and said with displeasure: "Why did you stay so long?"

"The heavenly-grade skills are mysterious and unpredictable. I practiced them greedily for a while, but I didn't expect to miss the time. Elder, please forgive me." Zhong Lin apologized.

"You chose two more martial arts?"

The old man in black robe saw the two secret books in Zhong Lin's hand again.

"I also want to enrich my own methods."

"You must know that you can't chew too much. Your focus now should be on practicing Qigong."

"Thank you for reminding me, elder, I'm awake."

Seeing that Zhong Lin still insisted, the old man in black just shook his head and said nothing more.

Good words can't persuade the damned ghost, sooner or later you will regret it.

After Zhong Lin bowed, he sat down on a seat beside him, picked up a pen and paper and quickly copied.

When he walked out of the Transmission Pavilion, the sun had already set in the west, and Mei Weixuan had been waiting at the iron chain bridge and was bored.

"Zhong... Senior Brother, you finally came out. I thought you lived in there!"

"Where's the Master?"

Zhong Lin glanced around and didn't see Yin Daoyan.

"Master Yin has something to deal with, so let me wait for you here."

"Let's go!"

After saying that, he walked forward with big strides.

"Wait for me."

Mei Weixuan also quickly followed and walked side by side with Zhong Lin.

"Zhong... Senior Brother, you don't know what I found in the Transmission Pavilion. It turned out to be the legendary "Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound" in the martial arts world. This is a secret method that can help people quickly practice marrow and change blood. It is said that it appeared in the martial arts world a hundred years ago, causing bloody storms. I don't know how many people fought for it. In the end, this secret method also disappeared in the fight. I didn't expect it to be placed in our Jianding Sect Transmission Pavilion. Hehe, now it's a bargain for me."

Mei Weixuan's face was full of excitement.

"By the way, what is the fifth floor of the Transmission Pavilion like? Did you choose a heavenly-grade technique? Let me see it?"

"I'll show you after I've mastered it. I just want to go back and have a good sleep now."

The information flow brought by the seven heavenly-grade techniques gave Zhong Lin a splitting headache. Now he just wanted to go back and have a good sleep.

"Okay!"

After returning to the Spiritual Medicine Peak, Zhong Lin went back to his room to rest without even having dinner. When he woke up again, it was already noon the next day.

The moment Zhong Lin opened his eyes, the internal breath that had been dormant in his dantian started to circulate on its own. Every time it circulated for a cycle, the remaining internal breath would be converted into the Feiling internal breath.

"It will take about three days to completely convert all the internal breath. Then I can continue to swallow the Dahuan Dan to practice."

Zhong Lin felt the progress in his dantian and his face was extremely satisfied.

Although the amount of Feiling internal breath converted was only 30% of the original, its power increased several times.

Zhong Lin was not idle in the next few days. Master Yin Daoyan took him to the Grand Master Hall to pay homage to the Grand Master. Only after paying homage to the Grand Master could he be qualified to be included in the roster.

Then he took him to visit the elders in front of each mountain peak.

It was at this time that Zhong Lin learned that the black-robed old man guarding the gate of the Transmission Pavilion that day was Zou Shan, one of the nine elders of Jian Ding Sect. He not only had the responsibility of guarding the Transmission Pavilion, but also preached and answered questions for the sect disciples on the sword test platform at the end of each month.

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Half a year later.

The purple bamboo forest on the back mountain of Lingyao Peak.

Zhong Lin, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

No mistake, one song, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

These six months were the most leisurely time for Zhong Lin. He meditated and practiced every day, cultivated his inner breath, or studied medicine, cultivated medicinal materials, and made pills in the alchemy room.

Calculating the time, Zhong Lin has been reborn in this world for a whole year.

The seventeen-year-old Zhong Lin has a more elegant temperament, and his appearance seems to have become more extraordinary because of his success in martial arts. Although his face is not very handsome, he has a perfect feeling that is worth looking at. One point more or one point less would be redundant, just right at this time.

A divine light flashed in Zhong Lin's eyes, and the bright golden light flowed out, which seemed quite magical and different from ordinary people.

This is the leakage of internal breath, which is the phenomenon caused by the inability to control after the cultivation reaches a certain level.

These six months seem to be leisurely, but the daily courses are also full.

In addition to studying medicine, he also learned the method of refining fourth-grade elixirs. At this time, Zhong Lin is already a fourth-grade alchemist, which is a staggering existence in the entire Jianding Sect.

Before Zhong Lin, the entire Jianding Sect only had two fourth-grade alchemists, one was his own master Yin Daoyan, and the other was Elder Lianshan of Fenghuofeng.

A seventeen-year-old fourth-grade alchemist would be eye-catching anywhere, mainly because his age is too intimidating.

Because of the obsessed with alchemy, Zhong Linwu Daoxiu has a slight delay. Now it is just a complete sense of breath, but next, you can start the next stage of "passion".

"The so -called vein is to open up the twelve meridians of the human body, namely the Sanyin Meridian, the Sanyang Meridian, the Foot Three Yin Meridian, the Foot Three Yang Meridian, the Yanglixi Pulse, the yin vein Yinwei pulse, pulse, punching pulse, Renmai, Donald. "

"Especially the last Ren Duermai. After opening, the internal interest will be endless, and there is no obscure place."

"Therefore, the Tongli Realm is also known as the Twelve Pulse, and Master is now in the ninth."

"However, the meridian veins are extremely fragile, and must not be in a hurry. Not only do you need to get through, but also need to be warm and broaden, even more careful when practicing with qi and blood. After all, there is a problem with the internal organs. If there is a problem, it may be paralyzed directly. "

At the time of Zhong Lin's thinking, there were footsteps from the distance. A female disciple appeared in front of him, and said timidly: "Brother Zhong, the clan calls, and invite brothers to go quickly."

Zhong Lin slowly stood up: "There is a labor sister."

Seeing the section, Zhong Lin did not dare to neglect, and quickly walked towards the main peak.

Zhong Lin's speed is very fast and stable. Every step seems to be measured.

This is also one of Zhong Lin's achievements in the past six months. The Pavilion Pavilion has never fallen on the first day of each month, and the fifteenth has never fallen. Now he has been emptied by him for nearly half.