"This sword intention is a bit strange and a bit difficult. But in seventeen days, I can indeed dispel it a few days earlier. But who do you think I am for? I keep it, just to show you?"
Zhao Yanran snorted and stretched out her hand unceremoniously: "Here! Twenty fetal refining pills, twenty snow soul pills, five fire soul pills, and a snow soul nameless sword! Keep this sword intention Over the past few days, I have been worthy of you."
The woman in red was not annoyed, and she casually wiped the black wound, and saw an abnormal ripple appear in the surrounding air.
There happened to be a few mosquitoes passing by nearby. Being hit by the ripples, he immediately fell to the ground and lost his life.
And all the weeds in the surrounding area were suddenly withered.
"Madam, you should be glad that you were not reckless, and I just happened to come here! If you rush to get rid of it, you will suffer a lot!"
As she spoke, the woman in red looked at the withered vegetation on the ground with admiration: "What a sword! I have never seen or heard of it before. It will kill without mercy, and it has a strong death aura. Fortunately, it is this The person's cultivation level is not enough, and the sword's intention has not been formed, and it cannot be fully expressed. If not, you would have died long ago!"
Zhao Yanran also looked stunned, and touched her neck with some lingering fear. Although he knew the consequences of hastily expelling her, he wouldn't be able to do anything to her. But it was inevitable to be traumatized again.
His momentum was immediately suffocated, and he felt a little short of breath. But the next moment, he said more confidently: "So what? You can make the sword's intention latent without releasing it. Old witch, are you even happier? You must have been secretly laughing just now, right? Don't try to hide it from me, I saw it! Is there anyone in this world who is more suitable than him to learn from your Taiyuan Sect’s Taihao Yuanling Sword?”
The woman in red felt a headache. She put her hand on her forehead and said: "My sister is so smart all her life, why did she accept you as a disciple? No matter how big or small, although our family will not eat you, we will definitely treat you." Throw it to Ganan Cave. I believe those eminent monks will be happy to chant sutras for a hundred days to convert you, a female devil!"
Zhao Yanran's pupils shrank immediately, and a hint of fear appeared on her face. She was not afraid of anything. What she was most afraid of was listening to the monks chanting sutras.
However, the woman in red was only halfway through her words when a smile appeared on her face that could no longer be suppressed: "That's all! It's a great achievement for you to find such a genius for our Taiyuan Sect. Some. It’s just an elixir plus a broken sword. Are you afraid that I’ll miss you? Let’s wait until this matter is settled.”
Zhao Yanran's eyes flickered, revealing a strong suspicion: "Uncle, do you know how to write the word 'letter'? It's not that my niece doesn't believe it, it's that you never mean what you say, uncle." Suspect-"
After all, I was still a little afraid, and I no longer dared to call out the word "old witch". The cheeks of the woman in red were also flushed, and she was obviously angry with embarrassment. He coughed slightly in embarrassment, and then his eyes suddenly turned cold and condensed.
"Stop talking nonsense, where is that person? Whose name is he? Where did he come from? If we can't find your junior brother, then it's not just Ganan Cave, but Mingmiao Temple in Liangjie Mountain!"
"Junior brother? You are really rude!"
Zhao Yanran's face turned pale again, but she raised her eyebrows without giving up: "I may not even like the Lingyun Sect, and I may not be willing to join your Taiyuan Sect. With his qualifications, no matter who in the world Are the big sects inaccessible?"
"Ling Yun Sect?" The woman in red sneered, and snorted proudly: "It's just a low-level Holy Land sect, but I, the Taiyuan Sect, control the third and seventh Holy Land! There's no way he can't agree. ! Anyone who dares to rob me will be killed by our family!"
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In the black mud swamp, there is continuous drizzle, but thousands of miles away, the sun is shining.
In the past ten days, Zong Shou's martial arts training place has been moved from the car to the roof, occupying Xue'er's territory.
Although the human marrow bone is warm in nature, it is the source of yang energy in the human body. But in the deepest part of the body, a lot of cold and cold energy accumulates day by day.
Therefore, for refining marrow and bones, it is best to choose a place with strong sunlight. With the help of the sun, the effect of driving away the cold and tempering the marrow bones can be said to be twice the result with half the effort.
But for this marrow refining physical technique, Zong Shou chose the secret marrow refining method of the demon clan, the Great Sun Mighty Fist.
In his memory, this was the most advanced marrow bone tempering method handed down by the legendary demon clan. Among the classics, it has been hailed by countless martial arts masters as the best of its kind, surpassing all others.
It's just that in the human race of later generations, few people practice it. Because the two races of humans and demons have different physiques, the effects are naturally very different.
Now that Zong Shou has awakened his demon body, using this boxing technique will naturally complement each other. Therefore, he decisively put aside the other top marrow refining methods in his memory and directly chose this secret skill of the demon clan.
Different from the Taixi Ling Fist, this set of Sun Ming Lie Fist is fierce from the beginning. On the roof of the car, it stirred up with the wind passing around it, causing bursts of sound.
The steps under Zong Shou's feet were of a different style, extremely dexterous.
At this moment, the cloud-turning vehicle had already left the black mud swamp and entered a hilly land with endless slopes. And the car body also swayed and undulated from time to time according to the terrain.
But Zong Shou's figure was not affected at all. There seemed to be suction cups under his feet, standing firmly on the top of the carriage, and his figure moved freely.
Su Chuxue watched quietly from the side, intently. Even Yin Yang, who was driving in front, was absent-minded and spent most of the time looking back, carefully observing Zong Shou's boxing skills.
Although the two of them have passed this stage long ago, they also know that this moment is a rare opportunity.
Not only is the boxing technique itself a rare and unique skill, but the martial arts concepts Zong Shou displayed during boxing training are also thought-provoking.
The strength of the fist became softer and softer with practice, and in the end it was completely different from the fierceness of the Sun Ming Lie Fist. Instead, it was somewhat similar to the soft appearance of the Taixi Ling Fist at the beginning.
However, every time a punch is thrown, there is always a muffled sound of "empty". The sound was not obvious, but the wind caused by the rapid movement of the cloud-turning vehicle around it was pushed away several feet away.
Su Chuxue didn't quite understand it, but she knew that someone who imitated his young master would never go wrong. She still remembers the day when Zong Shou's Seventy-Six Swords forced Zhao Yanran to admit defeat. On the Mingjian stage, he defeated the eighteen sword puppets in a row.
Yin Yang's eyes became brighter and brighter. One hand could not help but follow Zong Shou's fist movements. And the qi around the body is also flickering in and out, with a surge of spiritual energy. But it was suppressed by an invisible barrier and could not break through.
After about half a moment, Zong Shou finally fell down helplessly. This set of Sun Ming Fierce Fist was already extremely consuming, and it could last for more than two quarters of an hour. This was because his soul power had increased dramatically recently, suppressing both of his veins, and his physical condition had greatly improved.
"The benefits of having a stable fetal breath are really endless. It took only seventeen days for me to reach the last step of refining the marrow! Poor me, in my previous life, it took me a full year to complete this step!"
Three consecutive Seven Spirit Fetus Refining Pills made Zong Shou's fetal breath extremely tyrannical. And this marrow refining is also a matter of course. There seems to be a warm flame in the hundreds of bones in the body, providing a large amount of blood.
In just three more days, he could truly melt away the coldness accumulated in his bone marrow.
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