Chapter 28 After ten years of hard training, no one asked, but once the sword comes out, the sea will be leveled!

The night is long and rainy.

Zuo Lingquan sat cross-legged with his upper body naked. He always felt that the conversation between the two was a bit weird, but he couldn't put his finger on what was weird. After thinking about it, he had better put aside his distracting thoughts and feel it seriously.

As Wu Qingwan increased her strength, Zuo Lingquan soon felt a burning sensation under his navel, and there was something indescribable inside his body, like a stream of heat swimming around his belly.

It was his first intimate contact, and he definitely felt uncomfortable, but it was far from painful, so he didn't speak.

Under the rainy night, Wu Qingwan could already see through the dim firelight that Zuo Lingquan's chest was red, with the rain falling on his skin, and wisps of mist coming out.

Wu Qingwan only tried cautiously at first, but gradually she realized something was wrong.

The last time she explored Qihuang Valley, the energy she poured into her was like a stone, and she stopped exploring again.

This time she was a little bolder, pouring Qi into Zuo Lingquan's body continuously, but found that Zuo Lingquan's body was like a bottomless pit, and it was really impossible to touch the edge.

Wu Qingwan raised her eyes and looked at Zuo Lingquan's side face with closed eyes:

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm sure it's fine. It's just a little hot. Well...it seems to be spreading from bottom to top. It actually feels quite comfortable, just like scraping."

?

There was confusion on Wu Qingwan's eyebrows. The amount of Qi she had poured into her now had exceeded the maximum range that the first level of Qi refining could bear.

It stands to reason that Zuo Lingquan has never practiced cultivation and his meridians have never been tempered, so he should be unable to bear it. How could he be like a normal person?

After Wu Qingwan confirmed that Zuo Lingquan was fine, she did not stop and continued to pour a steady stream of blood into his body.

Zuo Lingquan closed his eyes and felt the condition of his body. He could clearly feel that there was a strong flow of heat in his body. After the initial discomfort, he gradually felt very comfortable and his whole body was filled with a sense of strength.

The two of them sat on a stone by the creek like this, and an hour passed without them realizing it.

Wu Qingwan's expression gradually changed from doubt and surprise at the beginning to disbelief.

Wu Qingwan has been practicing for many years, and has gone through it all from the first level of 'Qi Sea' to the twelfth level of 'Divine Court', and she clearly knows the maximum amount of Qi that monks at each stage can carry in their bodies.

There are fifty-two acupoints in Rendu's second channel. During the Qi refining period, the amount of true energy that each acupoint can carry is not much different. If we take the Qihai monk as an example, the second level of the divine palace is about five times more than the first level.

times; triple dove tail, it is ten times more than Qihai monk; four times fifteen times, and so on.

She poured the true energy into Zuo Lingquan's body, starting with the first level, the second level, and gradually reaching the fifth, sixth, and seventh levels...

Slowly, Wu Qingwan began to feel frightened, as if she was holding a firecracker with her hand, fearing that the young man next to her would explode directly in front of her.

But Zuo Lingquan in front, his whole body shrouded in white mist, remained motionless, as if he didn't feel any exertion.

This kind of reaction even made Wu Qingwan worry about herself - don't let it go until the end, even if you squeeze yourself dry, you won't be able to satisfy Zuo Lingquan.

However, this idea is obviously a bit exaggerated.

A person starts practicing at the age of six. He can master one skill in one year and reach the twelfth level of the divine court at the age of eighteen. This kind of talent may be rare among the nine sects in the south.

Zuo Lingquan is only seventeen this year, and he has never practiced any serious Qi refining technique. How could he be better than her?

In Wu Qingwan's opinion, the current reaction can only occur because Zuo Lingquan's system is special.

Since Zuo Lingquan could bear it, Wu Qingwan never stopped, pouring in Qi continuously. It was not until another hour passed that the amount of Qi poured in reached the limit that the tenth level of Qi refining could bear, and Zuo Lingquan frowned.

:

"Senior Wu, wait a minute, I feel...I can't tell you what it feels like, it's not quite right..."

When Wu Qingwan heard this, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief - the fifty-two acupoints of her Rendu Second Meridian were all stable, and the amount of Qi contained in her body was about fifty times that of a first-level Qi Sea monk.

It would take a month to refining and re-refining it to 70% to 80%. She didn't even dare to think how Zuo Lingquan could resist.

Wu Qingwan retracted her palm, and a small amount of sweat appeared on her forehead. She raised her hand to wipe it, stood up and stood in front of Zuo Lingquan, and asked:

"How does it feel?"

Zuo Lingquan's body contained the surging zhenqi instilled by Wu Qingwan. He felt very strange, like ADHD. There was a sense of energy in his body. As the influx of zhenqi stopped, the heat that filled his body quickly subsided.

, if nothing happens, it will dissipate soon.

Zuo Lingquan stood up, looked down at his red body, thought for a while and said:

"I feel like my whole body is leaking air."

"whole body?"

Wu Qingwan was confused and quickly grabbed Zuo Lingquan's wrist to explore, and sure enough, he found that the flow of true energy, which was originally as surging as a river, was rapidly declining.

In fact, there was no need to check his pulse. Zuo Lingquan's whole body was filled with mist, which quickly turned into nothingness in the rain. It could be seen with the naked eye. The scene was just like a practitioner practicing self-discipline.

"How could this happen? It shouldn't be."

Wu Qingwan circled around Zuo Lingquan, feeling both confused and distressed that she couldn't take it back even if she wanted to take back the true energy that was so hard to refine.

Zuo Lingquan finally felt the power of a practitioner, but he was about to fall back to where he was. The frustration in his heart can be imagined. He felt the rapid loss of true energy in his body, and said with some reluctance:

"Senior Wu, can I use this energy now?"

Wu Qingwan frowned and said softly:

"Since there is no discomfort, it stands to reason that it can be used. However, sword skills and techniques have specific luck and experience. You have not learned these, how can you use them?"

The energy in Zuo Lingquan's body is almost gone. It's useless to feel distressed. It's better to feel good before it's all gone.

He started practicing martial arts at the age of three and practiced swordsmanship for fourteen years. He practiced the same sword. The purpose was to have a move and step into the door of practice one day. With this sword, he could show the world what a swordsman is.

!

Zuo Lingquan may not be able to practice, but he is very confident in his sword. He is so confident that he doesn't take practitioners seriously, and he doesn't think Qihuanggu's sword moves are better than his sword.

Now that he has the true energy around him, he doesn't believe that the sword he is proud of can be weaker than it was without the true energy.

Thinking of this, Zuo Lingquan did not hesitate. He carried the long sword with a green leather sheath and came to the woods outside the stream. He was five steps away and put his hand on the hilt of the sword.

Wu Qingwan had seen Zuo Lingquan's sword skills and felt that the sword was very powerful. Anyway, if you don't follow the fixed methods of sword skills and techniques, it's just like a worldly martial artist who doesn't use the correct method of exerting force. You can't do any tricks at all.

, it’s nothing to look at.

With this thought in mind, Wu Qingwan came to the area near Zuo Lingquan, folded her hands on her waist and looked at it carefully, but what she saw next was something she would never forget.

thunderbolt--

Under the night, spring thunder exploded in the sky covered with dark clouds.

The rain was falling, and Zuo Lingquan, who was bare-chested, stood on the river beach with his hand on the hilt of his sword, his long hair flying away with the mist, and the world suddenly became silent at this moment.

Just like last time, Wu Qingwan felt the extremely sharp penetrating power. She couldn't explain the reason, but it was really there before her eyes.

What was different from last time was that Zuo Lingquan's body was filled with mist. It was obvious that the water mist from the evaporation of rainwater turned into a cyclone around Zuo Lingquan's body and gathered towards the right hand holding the sword.

The wind started blowing in the blocked mountain col at this moment!

However, the wind was blowing towards Zuo Lingquan, and even the raindrops falling from the nine heavens were blown by the invisible night wind and gathered towards the green leather sheathed sword in Zuo Lingquan's hand.

"this……"

Wu Qingwan has been practicing for half her life and has never seen such a scene, not even from her master Yue Pingyang. Although she didn't know why, she felt that this sword was a bit powerful.

Wu Qingwan subconsciously took a few steps back, not daring to blink, trying to see Zuo Lingquan's every move.

It's a pity that even though she focused her attention on it, she still couldn't see everything clearly.

Cha——

The sword rises!

The mountain col shrouded in the vast night glowed with dazzling blue light in an instant, overwhelming the spring thunder among the sea of ​​clouds.

The long sword was unsheathed, and the three-foot green blade thrust forward.

The sword blade is surrounded by green sword energy, just like Wu Qingwan.

But the difference is that it is much brighter than Wu Qingwan's sword.

The next moment, two dragon-like sword energies emerged, circling around the sword's edge, and then flew away with the sword's edge through the air.

call out--

The sound of the sword was ethereal and clear, like teardrops falling into a deep valley and cold pool, suppressing the murmurs of heaven and earth.

The sword energy swept through the wind and rain, like a dragon walking in the wild, destroying the dense forest ahead with its overwhelming force.

Ancient trees, flowers and plants were all turned into powder at the same time under this sword!

Everything happens in just a moment.

After the sword light passed, all the mountains and rivers were dead silent, leaving only the naked Zuo Lingquan, standing with a sword in the silent night.

The three-foot Qingfeng pointed diagonally at the ground, and the rain curtain that was shaken by the air waves fell again, sliding down along the sword's edge, and dripping on the river beach...

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Thank you to [Exiled Immortal Zx], the leader of the boss, for the reward. Many bosses have given massive rewards in the past!

Debt(7/328+)

Ten days after opening the book, it should only have 40,000 words under normal circumstances. This is almost 90,000 words. The number of words in the new book issue will exceed...

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Chapter completed!