Qin Ming leaned on the stone jar, his injuries were more serious, and he was panting heavily. The chest injured by the Fire Snake Palm exudes the smell of barbecue, and the bones in the chest cavity seem to be cracked. But he didn't cry out for pain, didn't show weakness, and there was a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth. "Sister Zhao Min, don't shout so loudly, it will be misunderstood."
"You lunatic! You bastard! You bastard!" Zhao Min screamed in embarrassment and anger. Just as she was about to attack again, she touched the wound on her shoulder, causing her face to turn pale from the pain.
"If you can kill me, don't talk nonsense. If you can't, then get out." Qin Ming spat out blood, took out the throwing knife on his waist, raised his breath reluctantly, put on a weird posture, and gathered all his strength in his right hand.
This is his life-saving flying knife stunt. If Zhao Min's realm is not too high, he will not show it easily.
"He can throw knives?" Zhao Min didn't hide his complaints towards Zhao Lie. This flying knife skill can't be learned in two or three years, and it's very tricky. Coupled with his strength, it's amazingly powerful, and it doesn't look like himself. It's more like a set of martial arts if you practice it casually, but Qing Yunzong doesn't seem to have any martial arts like flying knives.
"I really don't know." Zhao Lie was depressed and startled, he also saw that the flying knife was unusual.
"Hey, Miss Zhao Min, you're all gone." Qin Ming whistled.
"Shameless!" Zhao Min hurriedly tugged at her skirt, Qin Ming's eyes froze, and he seized the opportunity to wave his hand at the first moment, intending to throw a throwing knife. But at this moment, there was a sound of breaking wind, and a young man with an iron sword on his back rushed towards him. The iron sword was golden in color, and the fierce sword aura and frightening glare could be felt from a distance.
"Jin Jian Cheng Mu? Damn it, why did he come here?" Zhao Min's complexion changed slightly, and he immediately pulled off his tattered clothes, rushed into the dense forest, and glanced at Qin Ming angrily before leaving.
"Sister! Wait for me." Zhao Lie also recognized the person, and ran away in a hurry, ignoring Qin Ming.
Qin Ming frowned slightly, and put away the throwing knife.
After a while, a young man in black came to Qin Ming. He was very handsome, not a weak beauty, but a masculine beauty. His facial features were sharp and sharp, and his eyes were sharp and deep, which made him feel oppressive.
All in black can't hide his outstanding heroic appearance, but the most eye-catching thing is actually the golden feathers embroidered on both sides of his collar. This is a special symbol and symbolizes his noble status—a disciple of Jin Ling!
The Qingyun Sect has a strict hierarchy, divided into ordinary disciples, elders' direct disciples, and Jin Ling's disciples.
Ordinary disciples are further divided into low-class disciples, middle-class disciples, and high-class disciples.
There are more than 8,000 disciples of Qingyun Sect, most of them are ordinary disciples, the number of elders' direct disciples is only 600, and Jin Ling's disciples add up to only 30, and there are only five in the teenage age group.
The person in front of him is Jin Ling's disciple, one of the five great talents of the new generation, Jin Jian Cheng Mu.
He is extremely talented and has created many miracles of the Qingyun Sect. The golden sword is a sharp weapon forged by the Qingyun Sect Master himself, and he can exude a sharp sword energy.
Qin Ming is an ordinary disciple, an inferior disciple among ordinary disciples, and an inferior disciple who is punished, belonging to the bottom group. Compared with the person in front of him, there is an eagle in the sky and a sparrow on the ground.
"What happened?" Cheng Mu said indifferently. He was going into the Medicine Mountain to get some spiritual herbs. He heard the sound of fighting on the way and came here. The scene was messy and there were still flames on the ground. Obviously, a fight had just happened.
Qin Ming is seriously injured now, but Mu Cheng didn't intend to help, but looked at Qin Ming with unfriendly eyes.
"It's okay, please worry about it." Qin Ming suppressed the severe pain and weakness, and turned to leave.
"Stop!" Cheng Mu shouted coldly.
Qin Ming clutched the wound on his chest and turned his back to Cheng Mu. "Say!"
"I have reminded you more than once. The stronger you are, the more severe the punishment you will receive. Never leave Qingyunzong. You'd better be your servant obediently, respect everyone, and don't raise your head if you can. Don’t stand still, only then will you be able to get pardon. If you want to return to your ancient city of Thunder one day sooner, you should do as I said one day earlier.”
"Good intentions!" Qin Ming left the top of the mountain without looking back.
"I don't know what is good or bad!"
"Nothing to do with you."
"Don't think that you will be recognized after entering the Lingwu Realm. Your parents are sinners of the Qingyun Sect, and their sins will be paid for by you for the rest of your life. You don't have martial arts to guide your spiritual power. You can't go further in the Lingwu Realm. I conclude You will stop at the sixth level of spiritual martial arts." Cheng Mu snorted coldly, he is the disciple of Jin Ling that everyone respects and admires, and it was impossible to pay attention to Qin Ming, an inferior disciple, but there is a special connection between him and Qin Ming— Yueqing!
Yueqing is one of the top five Jinling disciples of the new generation of Qingyun Sect. She has an all-powerful appearance, a talent recognized by all other sects and sects, and a temperament like a fairy. She is the heart of all Qingyun Sect disciples. goddess.
Cheng Mu loves Yueqing, and also fanatically pursues Yueqing.
But Yueqing's heart is not with him at all.
Qin Ming ignored him, and left the mountaintop with exhaustion and injuries. There was a light smile on his face, but this smile made people feel distressed. In the past eight years, he has encountered too many such fights. He also understands that as his strength increases, he will be threatened and framed more, but he has no fear, let alone be a man with his head down and his tail between his legs.
As long as you live, you stand.
Just stand and stand up.
Beginning at noon, the world began to drizzle.
Qin Ming went back to the warehouse to make lunch, said hello to the old man, took some food and hid himself in the mountainside behind the warehouse.
There are jagged rocks and twisted old trees. Usually, no one would notice it, let alone come over.
It was this place that became Qin Ming's private training ground.
Here, he doesn't smile, only serious.
From noon to late at night, Qin Ming swallowed the energy of life between heaven and earth, regained his energy, and eased his injuries.
It may be because he started to practice the second stage of "Sheng Sheng Jue", the speed of recovery from the injury was obviously much faster this time.
"The sixth heaven of spiritual martial arts is indeed not something I can challenge now. Strength, strength, I want strength."
Qin Ming caressed the palm print scar on his chest, it would take a while to heal completely.
My own strength is still too weak, and I must become stronger and stronger.
After so many years of ups and downs, and finally entered the dream of Lingwu Realm, it is time to work hard to break through, and work harder than before.
"Superior disciple! Personal disciple! Jin Ling disciple!"
Qin Ming was silently thinking about the grades of Qing Yunzong's disciples, different grades, different treatment, and different influence. If he can become a disciple of Jin Ling, he will be half an elder. He used to be only in the Tempering Spirit Realm, and he couldn't extravagantly seek status. Now that he has finally broken into the Spirit Martial Realm, his primary goal is to get rid of his status as a low-level disciple. It is possible to win more benefits for the people of Thunder Ancient City.
"For myself, for my loved ones, and for the ancient city of Thunder." Qin Ming jumped up, with a calm mind, slowly opened his feet, flexed and stretched his hands, and unfolded a wonderful gesture.
Who said he doesn't know martial arts? This is the starting move of the martial art 'Vajra Strength', a martial art mastered by Di Yun, a disciple of Qingyun Sect.
According to Qing Yunzong's strict clan rules, martial arts must not be taught privately, any disciple who borrows martial arts from Wu Zong Pavilion must register, and mark the time of return, and the elders must also clearly register when teaching martial arts to disciples.
Qin Ming has never read martial arts books, and he took the risk to learn it secretly. Taking advantage of the opportunity of delivering goods everywhere, observing Di Yun's every battle and experience, keeping it firmly in his heart, from the surface research, after years of painstaking training, continuous improvement, and finally mastering it, it is actually equivalent to creating this set of mutants himself. King Kong.
This set of martial arts belongs to the top-grade spiritual level. It can increase a person's explosive power by as much as five times at its strongest. It is very powerful, but it requires extremely strict physical fitness. hurt yourself.
In fact, Qin Ming secretly learned many martial arts, such as the Split Wind Sword of his personal disciple Sima Yao, the Cangyun Spear of his personal disciple Yu Chibin, and the Liuhe Palm of his personal disciple Leng Ming, and finally decided to practice Vajra Strength with all his strength.
His physique is inherently special. After many years of training in Shengshengjue, his physical condition is far superior to others, and he can easily control this set of diamond strength that others dare not try.
The Vajra Strength is divided into five stages. Qin Ming studied the first three stages by himself, but because the last four or five stages are too esoteric, he has not been able to succeed.
But the first three paragraphs are enough for him to fully display his strength.
"One section, King Kong subdue the tiger!" Qin Ming galloped in a wrong step, vigorous and swift, moving freely and horizontally in the forest, and bombarded the giant tree in front of him with explosive fists.
"Crack."
Surrounded by two people, the ancient tree trembled violently, and a black hole was punched out, which was pierced directly by Qin Ming's diamond strength.
Qin Ming's strongest punch can reach six hundred catties, and this punch is definitely more than a thousand catties.
Qin Ming staggered around, the dust was flying, the dead leaves were dancing, and there was a howling wind.
Boom! Boom!
The deafening roar resounded again and again on this remote mountainside. Qin Ming released himself with all his strength and immersed himself in the penance of martial arts. Giant trees and strange rocks were all his targets. Many of the huge rocks here were carried by himself. over here.
He was not qualified to practice in the martial arts field, so he built a field by himself.
"Dan 2, Vajra Tota!"
"Third stage, King Kong shakes the mountain!"
...
Qin Ming shook his body and arms while running, and his strength tripled. He crashed into a two-person boulder with a bang.
Doubling the strength of each stage will bring a strong load to his body. When Qin Ming hits the third stage, blue veins have crawled all over his body, and the surface of the skin is red.
Qin Ming has cultivated the first three phases of Vajra Strength to be as pure as fire, but his pursuit is higher. He wants to integrate his own lightning power into it, so that the power of Vajra Strength can be strengthened again.
"Crack!"
"Boom!"
All kinds of muffled sounds came and went, occasionally mixed with the ear-piercing waves of electric lights.
Qin Ming was sweating in the dense forest, freeing himself heartily, studying his martial arts painstakingly.
There is no one to guide, no one to help, everything is his own groping.
Practicing until midnight and early morning, Qin Ming lay on his back on the cold stone, looking at the drowsy night, drenched in the light rain, silently calming down the hot blood all over his body. He usually used Vajra Strength for up to two hours, but today it was an unprecedented half an hour longer. The fierce strength shook his body to scorching heat, his whole body was steaming, and his blood seemed to be boiling.
Looking at it, there seemed to be two figures appearing in the drowsy sky, smiling at him.
Qin Ming smiled, but two tears came out of the corners of his eyes, and he murmured.
"Father... Mother..."
"Baby... miss you..."
"Where are you… "