"I heard that you have entered the realm of spiritual martial arts by yourself. Are you proud? Very proud? I want to make it clear to you today that you and I are not at the same level at all. You and I... are not the same fate!" Zhao Lie's momentum increased and he ran wildly. , more than ten steps later, he flipped in the air, jumped 720 degrees directly to the back of Qin Ming, moving smoothly and swiftly, he sneered at the corner of his mouth, and struck with a wheel fist, hitting the back of Qin Ming's neck.
Raging flames boiled fiercely in his right fist.
Not only did he want to defeat Qin Ming, he also wanted to torture him severely. He had waited too long for this moment.
"well!"
"pretty!"
"Destroy him!"
The followers were excited and cheered wildly.
"Zhao Lie, you've gone too far!" Cai Yi quickly stopped him.
But in the midst of lightning and flint, Qin Ming suddenly turned around, and his clenched right fist suddenly opened wide. Thunder and lightning were flying around the five fingers in his palm, and the light was dazzling.
Bang! !
The opened right palm unexpectedly blocked Zhao Lie's fire fist, and thunder and lightning intertwined with flames without giving in.
Qin Ming remained motionless, his feet firmly nailed to the stone bench.
Zhao Lie was stunned, how could it be possible? He is very confident in his raid. He is the third level of Lingwu, but Qin Ming is only the second level of Lingwu
Caiyi's mouth opened slightly, and she was also in disbelief. Third heaven? I do not know how!
Qin Ming's wide-open right hand forcibly grasped Zhao Lie's fire fist, squeezing his phalanges like iron pliers.
"You..." Zhao Lie suddenly woke up.
Qin Ming blinked, curled up the corner of his mouth, pumped up his energy and exerted strength on his waist. In an instant, he jumped into the air, grabbed Zhao Lie's fist and lifted his whole body, and then smashed him to the ground as he turned around.
There was a loud bang, and Zhao Lie's whole body was pressed to the ground, his arms almost twisted into twists by Qin Ming. He paused for a few seconds, and the screams like slaughtering pigs resounded throughout the warehouse compound. "Ah... ah... my hand..."
"Brother!"
"Untouchable! Let him go!"
The followers panicked and rushed over one after another.
"I'm sorry, I'm also in the third level of Lingwu! You said a lot, but you are indeed not on the same level as me." Qin Ming took Zhao Lie's turn and smashed in the courtyard, running and smashing, as if he was in turn. A sack, but the scream of this sack was a little more miserable, and the scene was even more exaggerated.
Qin Ming's strength is extremely powerful, and his explosive power is even more amazing.
Before the group of followers could rush over, Qin Ming spun three times and suddenly let go, pushing Zhao Lie towards the iron gate of the warehouse.
There was a loud rumble, and Zhao Lie wiped out a trace of blood and spread it on the ground.
Cai Yi covered her mouth when she saw this scene.
"Sinner Qin Ming! You are causing trouble..." A group of followers rushed over cursing, Qin Ming frowned and shouted: "Get out!"
The five men and women were all excited, and they were actually there.
Zhao Lie struggled and was about to get angry when he suddenly realized that Qin Ming was walking towards him quickly: "Qin Ming... don't come over here... don't come over here... We, a gentleman, talk but don't do anything. If you have something to say, say it properly, don't come over... Heard No, please don’t come here..."
Qin Ming stood in front of him, twisting his neck and shaking his arms, and the joints all over his body made crisp sounds. "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts! It really hurts! Don't be like this... We have known each other for so many years... It's not like... It's really not like..." Zhao Lie was frightened and panicked, how could it be possible? what happened? Why did Qin Ming reach the third level of Lingwu
"What's in here? Lingzhu grass? Give it to me." Qin Ming pulled Zhao Lie's embroidery bag from his waist.
"You..." Zhao Lie almost jumped up.
"Um?"
"Okay, okay!"
"Thank you." Qin Ming weighed the embroidery bag and took out a green spiritual grass from it. It was shining with fluorescence. It was indeed a middle-grade spiritual pearl grass.
He has never used this kind of treasure, but he definitely knows it and knows its value even more clearly.
Zhao Lie struggled to distance himself from Qin Ming, feeling like he was about to collapse. I tried my best to reach the third level of Lingwu. How could Qin Ming do it
All the followers then gathered around to support him.
"Senior brother, something is wrong. How could he improve so quickly?" It was hard for them to believe in Qin Ming's strength.
"Caiyi, it's you who are causing trouble!" Zhao Lie turned his anger towards Caiyi. The Great Elder once ordered that no one in the Qingyun Sect could privately provide spiritual essence and martial arts to Qin Ming, let alone give him martial arts guidance. This was the punishment Qin Ming should receive. But Qin Ming suddenly jumped into the third level of Lingwu, there must be something fishy inside.
Cai Yi raised her head delicately: "So what if it is yes, so what if it is not? Look at how cowardly you are. You relied on your sister to advance to the third level of Lingwu. With your talent, you will not be successful even if you enter Wuzong Pavilion. I didn’t hesitate to talk about you, and you even dragged me along.”
"you… "
"Don't think that you can be arrogant in front of others because you have a ** sister. Your sister is not even ranked in the Qingyun Sect."
"Okay! Very good! Just wait for me!" Zhao Lie led the people away. Before going out, he looked back at the embroidered bag in Qin Ming's hand with great reluctance, and his heart was bleeding!
"Come here often, don't forget to bring gifts." Qin Ming waved to see off the guests.
"Don't be arrogant! You will regret it!"
"Haha, you idiot, you gave me the Lingzhu Grass for nothing." Qin Ming laughed and sat on the stone bench to study the Lingzhu Grass. He had long been tired of hearing words like 'just wait for me', 'I'm going to destroy you', 'do you want to accept it or not'
"Qin Ming, I heard it!" Zhao Lie almost rushed back.
"I'm just telling you."
Just as Zhao Lie was about to lose his temper, the disciples around him quickly held him down and forced him away. This pervert turned out to be from the third level of Lingwu. He couldn't afford to offend him, so he had to retreat quickly.
"Master Qin, are you at the third level of spiritual martial arts?" Caiyi couldn't believe it. Qin Ming couldn't show his spiritual power two months ago, so why did he suddenly reach the third level of spiritual power? Although Qin Ming has been appearing and disappearing in the past few months and is a bit weird, he shouldn't improve so quickly.
"The third heaven that broke through five days ago."
"how did you do that?"
"I broke through in a daze."
"I don't believe it." Caiyi looked at Qin Ming strangely, feeling very emotional in her heart. Those people suppressed him for eight years, but he finally turned him over. He had no help from outsiders, no guidance from elders, and relied entirely on his own exploration and hard work. It was already terrifying that he could complete the Spirit Tempering Realm and advance to the Spiritual Martial Realm. Now that he had advanced to the third level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, even she felt that something was fishy.
"It takes two months to reach the third level. It's not an exaggeration. This is just the third level in the early stage of the Spiritual Martial Realm."
"It's not an exaggeration. It took me two months to reach the Third Heaven in the early stage of the Spiritual Martial Realm, but it was done by the elder himself and was assisted by martial arts."
"Don't feel inferior. You are beautiful, that's enough."
Caiyi stuck out her tongue. "Only you can talk."
"How to use Lingzhu grass to maximize its medicinal effect?"
"Just eat it directly. Elder Chu Hua was so generous, he actually gave Zhao Lie the middle-grade spiritual essence."
Spiritual essences are divided into low-grade, middle-grade and high-grade. Generally speaking, ordinary disciples are given a few lower-grade spiritual essences every month. Of course, Qin Ming's servant status will not have it. Middle-grade spiritual essences can only be obtained by direct disciples. Qualified to enjoy it, as for the high-grade spiritual essence, Jin Ling disciples may not necessarily have a few.
Qingyun Sect strictly distributes resources according to the level of disciples.
"Then I'm welcome." Qin Mingzhen has never enjoyed the middle-grade spiritual essence and is looking forward to its effects.
"You are now in the Spiritual Martial Realm. The further you go, the more you will need Spirit Essence. How about we get some for you?"
"No need, I will find a way myself." Yue Qing had given him many things in private before, but they were both punished after being discovered. Later, he would no longer accept Yue Qing's gifts unless they were ordinary potions and food, the more precious they were. The more he couldn't ask for it, the more he didn't want to cause trouble for Yue Qing.
"Zhao Lie's sister Zhao Min is now at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Arts. Be careful and hide if you can. I'm going back first and eat the pastries while they're hot." Cai Yi said goodbye to Qin Ming and said hello to the old man.
The old man had almost finished eating and sat back silently next to the lonely grave.
Qin Ming left some pastries and put them on the stone table for the old man. He sat cross-legged on the stone bench again, swallowed the Lingzhu grass and began to refine the pure spiritual power inside.
No martial arts? He actually has it, he learned it secretly, no one knows about it.
No guidance? He has talent, explores and tries on his own.
Can't enter the martial arts field to practice? He challenged anyone who could challenge him in Qingyun Sect.
What does he have? Talent and perseverance!
It was precisely by relying on secret study and perseverance that Qin Ming completed the Spirit Tempering Realm by himself and entered the Spiritual Martial Realm.
However, Qin Ming himself also felt that his strength improved too quickly after entering the Lingwu realm, and it seemed easier than others. Two months, third heaven? A bit exaggerated. Qin Ming thought about it and came up with the idea of life and death. Three years of research and two years of mastery, although it delayed a lot of his energy and time, the benefits were huge. The life energy from heaven and earth seemed to be transforming him invisibly, making his physique better. The most critical moments of adolescence undergo a more subtle transformation.
This is what Qin Ming himself guessed. He also asked the old man about it, but got silence.
The spiritual power in the Lingzhu grass is indeed surging, at least comparable to hundreds of low-grade spiritual essences. Qin Ming refined it until late at night before turning it all into the spiritual energy in his body. The unique medicinal effects of Lingzhu grass are also nourishing Qin Ming's injured body and helping him heal.
Qin Ming only broke through to the third level of Lingwu five days ago, and a piece of Lingzhu grass stabilized him in this realm. He could clearly feel that his body was filled with spiritual power.
Spirit grass is indeed a good thing. When can I get another one
Elder Chu Hua probably wanted to use this Lingzhu Grass to help stabilize Zhao Lie's realm so that he could break through to the fourth heaven in Wuzong Pavilion. This way she would have face and avoid others saying that she was acting for personal gain and chose a useless one. successor.
It's a pity that Qin Ming is now cheaper.
Qin Ming stretched his stiff body. The stars and moon were in the sky, and the light was like water. From a distance, he could hear people practicing martial arts in the Qingyun Sect, but this secluded place in the warehouse was very quiet.
The old man still sat silently beside the solitary grave. There was a monument on the solitary grave, but there was no writing on it.
"Old man, go to sleep in the back room and don't catch a cold."
The old man's eyes moved, as if he had returned to reality from his thoughts. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Qin Ming. Tonight, his eyes seemed to have a different look than usual, at least they were no longer so empty and numb.
"How about I get you a cotton blanket?"
Just as Qin Ming was about to leave, an indifferent and hoarse voice came faintly: "Yin and Yang are connected, the soul passes through the body, and life changes."
"What?" Qin Ming turned around.
The old man turned his back to him and whispered silently: "The anger enters the body, spirals upward, and rises like a sheep's horn..."
"Shengshengjue?" Qin Ming was shocked. Could it be other parts of Shengshengjue
"Wear nine shoes on one, three on the left and seven on the right, two and four are shoulders, six and eight are feet, and five are among them. The yang is in the four uprights, the yin is in the four corners, and the middle five is in the middle, mediating the yin and yang. The upper part corresponds to the Big Dipper, and the lower part controls the eight directions."
"The growth and changes are all there."
A life-and-death decision? The second part of the battle between life and death! Qin Ming was pleasantly surprised. It was too sudden and too exciting. After five years, he finally waited for the second part of the next life battle. He bowed deeply to the old man to thank him, immediately sat back on the stone bench, and kept it in his mind repeatedly.
Could this paragraph be about the way luck works in the body
The first stage of Shengshengjue training in the past only taught him how to swallow the vitality between heaven and earth and how to infiltrate it into the body. There was no other introduction. Qin Ming was still wondering whether the energy of life could circulate in the meridians like spiritual energy, but now he had a method.