Yang Xiu smiled and raised his right hand gently. The white deer sword "Cang Lang!" at his hand flew out of the scabbard, dripping through a semicircle in the air, quietly floating in front of Yang Xiu.

Is this the feeling of spiritual energy coming out and protecting objects from across the air?

Yang Xiu moved his fingers in turn, experiencing this mysterious power that only immortals have the chance to feel, and a sense of accomplishment arises in his heart. Most of the lonely and boring hard practice, the pain of the expansion of meridians every day, was finally rewarded.

It's all worth it!

Now Yang Xiu’s ability to control the flying sword is not as good as Meng Jian, and he is incomparable to Lin Shuangchen. This requires a lot of practice and practice to improve, and it is useless to be impatient.

Watching the flying sword dancing in the air, Yang Xiu's heart moved and started to use the magic trick. Several blue ripples appeared on his fingers, sometimes turning into vivid palm shapes, and sometimes turning into slender black hairs. Yang Xiu played with it for a while, controlling the immortal leader to turn into a straight blue silk thread, and then shook his palms suddenly.

The blue silk thread flashed in the air, as if it had never appeared before. Yang Xiu immediately got up and came to the wall, and soon found the tiny holes that appeared on the wall, and the stone wall more than one foot thick had been penetrated.

It turns out that this is how the Immortal Killer is used!

The "Hunyuan Sutra" reminds practitioners that the immortal genitals must be at least the fourth level of body tempering to cultivate. Yang Xiu relies on his strong magic power to practice at the third level. Now it seems that this is the real usage of the immortal genitals, which is much easier to use than the flying arrow talisman.

As the use of spells becomes more and more proficient, I don’t know how many wonderful uses it will be in the future.

Yang Xiu nodded with satisfaction, looked back at the room that witnessed his entry into the new world, and walked out of the door.

...

When you first saw Yang Xiu, Elder Guo knew that Yang Xiu had made a breakthrough. Because Yang Xiu had weak feet and did not touch the ground at this time, he seemed to have taken a step, but in fact he had advanced more than one meter. This is the most obvious feature in the middle stage of body quenching.

"It's a joyful congratulation to the road to cultivation~" The group of people led by Elder Guo congratulated each other, and for a moment, there were congratulations in front of the ancestral hall. Yang Xiu smiled and replied to the gifts one by one. Compared with the past, Yang Xiu now uses etiquette among peers.

In the middle stage of body tempering, Yang Xiu was also considered a senior in Luanshi Village. Many hunters, including Meng Jian, bowed slightly to greet Yang Xiu. Everyone knew that they had the same cultivation level but were dozens of years apart. In the world of immortal cultivation, Yang Xiu's status was naturally much higher than Meng Jian and others.

Only Meng Lu didn't realize it. He ran to Yang Xiu with two small thick legs, looked left and right, and said in confusion: "It's nothing different. Uncle Meng Jian broke through and he was fatter. You seemed to have only become a little taller."

Yang Xiu touched Meng Lu's round head and knew that this was normal. Everyone's physical changes when they broke through were different, not the greater the change, the better. Yang Xiu did not want to become a muscular man like Meng Jian. Now he has grown nearly an inch taller out of thin air and is already very satisfied.

As his cultivation level improved, Yang Xiu's mood naturally changed. Looking at Meng Jian and others with respect, he smiled faintly and said, "We will set out tomorrow."

...

The forest is waving, and the green leaves are like waves. The jungle in the distance rises and falls with the mountains. It is like a giant dragon coiled on the earth, winding to the extreme distance of view. At the intersection of several mountains, Qincheng stands among them.

To Yang Xiu's expectation, this big city located in the wilderness was all in the style of the Ningguo civilized world. Black mud tiles, blue brick walls, and straight stone slab avenues were very different from the rough and primitive architectural style of the Twelve Villages.

Only when you see pedestrians dressed in exotic style on the streets and alleys can you feel a sense of wildness. However, there are also people of all kinds in the crowd. There are many outsiders wearing long robes and long skirts, and Yang Xiu, wearing scholarly robes, is not conspicuous.

Meng Lu carried a big bookcase and followed Yang Xiu to look left and right. His face turned red and he was extremely excited.

"Tiger... Sir, you don't know. Legend has it that Qin City has been established for at least three thousand years. The Qin family has moved into it later. There are no more than ten big cities like this in the entire wilderness."

"More than three thousand years... wouldn't that be even older than Fanjing Mountain?" Yang Xiu asked with a look of movement.

Meng Lu curled his lips, and said with disdain in his voice, "Tsk, what is Fanjing Mountain? The oldest remains of the entire green basin are all in the wilderness, so ignorant~"

Meng Lu is competitive and competitive. While quarreling with him, Yang Xiu learned a lot of secrets of wilderness. These are the history passed down from generation to generation, and some of them cannot be seen in classics.

While walking and chatting, the two soon arrived at the gate of a wide courtyard. The walls of the courtyard were red bricks and white tiles, and the tall weeping willows lined up by the walls, and the sun was shining and breeze were green. Under the tall gate tower, there were copper nails on the vermilion gate, and at the top was a large plaque with black gold characters, with four big words "Qincheng Academy" written on it.

Yang Xiu's attention was immediately attracted. The style of these four large characters is close to running script. The brushwork is vigorous and vigorous, with a sharp edge. The straightforward and unyielding character of the writer is revealed between the lines, which makes people feel like they see the words.

"Good words..." Yang Xiu was happy when he saw Lie. He couldn't help but feel itchy when he saw good words. But now it was not the time to copy and practice calligraphy. He could only nod and praise without expressing his feelings.

"Is it easy to say?"

Yang Xiuzheng was immersed in the meaning of the calligraphy of the plaque, but a not-polite voice came from the gate. He looked down and a servant in blue walked out of the gate and said to Yang Xiu and the others with impoliteness: "Go away quickly, is the gate of the academy where to stand casually?"

After saying that, he glared at Yang Xiu impatiently, and called another servant behind him to close the door. However, he lowered his head and pushed it hard a few times, but found that there was a gap left in the door and could no longer push it. He raised his head and saw that the scholar at the door was smiling at him with one hand on the door.

"Please inform me, brother, I am Yang Hu who is here to teach talisman making techniques." Yang Xiu said politely with a harmless smile on his face.

The servant in blue changed his expression when he heard this. He hesitated for a moment, then said, "You are waiting", and quickly turned around and ran into the academy.

Before coming, Yang Xiu had already found out that the status of Qincheng Academy was extremely transcendent. The students inside were both human geniuses and descendants of the great monsters in the wilderness. The nominal director of the academy was the lord of Qincheng City and the father of Qin Emperor. With this, Yang Xiu had to show enough respect.

"Who is the one who looks down on the eyes of a dog?" Meng Lu muttered in a low voice, but he also knew the rules of Qincheng Academy and waited patiently with Yang Xiu outside.

...

Somewhere in the academy, hidden in the shade of a tree, an old man with a long hair and a young face was writing something on rice paper, with a steady and smooth brushwork, and a very focused expression.

After a while, the old man stood up and admired it, put down his brush. The servant in blue clothes beside him then came forward and whispered: "Mr. Chen, the person named Yang has arrived, and is waiting outside the academy."

The old man surnamed Chen looked slightly cold when he heard this, and he snorted coldly, "Here I'll come when I'm here. Do you still want me to pick him up in person?"

"It's definitely not possible. You are the teacher of our little princess Qincheng. He is a guy who came out of nowhere and dares to snatch the seat of the talisman from you. It's simply ignorant!"

The servant in blue looked indignant, as if he was upset by the old man surnamed Chen. He looked at the old man who seemed to have no intention of speaking again, so he bowed and retreated.

The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the rice paper on the table. Suddenly, he felt that the words on the paper were very annoying. He looked awkward. He waved his sleeves and turned away, while the rice paper on the table flew silently, spontaneously ignited in the air without wind and disappeared in a flash.

...

As the two incense sticks passed, the sun was noon, and the weather was getting hotter and hotter. Meng Lu had already put the bookcase at his feet, his little face was so hot that it was black and red, and he kept fanning himself with the corner of his clothes. Yang Xiu stood at the door with his hands behind his back, looking up slightly, as if he was still immersed in the artistic conception of the plaque and calligraphy.

Meng Lu couldn't help it, so he ran to the door and looked in, then stepped on the wooden threshold as if he was angry, and ran to Yang Xiu and said unhappily: "Sir, what's wrong with these people? No one has come out for so long. I think we'll just go home."

"Okay." Yang Xiu nodded and turned around and left.

"Ah?" Meng Lu was stunned. Seeing that Yang Xiu had turned around and left, he hurriedly ran to the tree to carry the bookcase.

"Hey! Wait a minute!"

At this moment, several figures flashed out from the gate, shouting and chasing them quickly. The leader was the servant in blue just now, and said with a smile: "Mr. Yang, I have missed the welcome~ Some things have been delayed just now, please forgive me."

What he said was an apology, but he had no apology in his tone, and even had a hint of teasing.

"It's easy to say. You guys hid behind the wall for a long time, but it's still cool?" Yang Xiu said seriously without realizing it.

The servant in blue was stunned and looked embarrassed. He wiped the fine sweat beads on his forehead with his sleeves, and smiled embarrassedly. He didn't know how to touch it. He thought to himself that this guy only had the initial stage of body tempering cultivation, how did he discover it?

The servant in blue just now came back from the old man's room and planned to cool down Yang Xiu and the others, so he hid in the dark to observe, wanting to wait until Yang Xiu was impatient and wanted to leave again. However, the few people were hiding in the shade, but they felt that the surroundings were as hot as fire. They were sweating profusely in a short while, and some of them had poor cultivation and even had symptoms of heatstroke.

People like me are all monks! Although they only have the first level of body tempering, they should not have heatstroke and coma, right?
Chapter completed!