I have been experimenting with medicine in the Palace of Longevity for 30 years

Chapter 277 Swordsmanship!

Many high-level monks from Xuanyang City rushed to this place, but found that there was no one there.

Only the huge deep pit was left, like the big mouth of a giant beast, as if it chose to eat someone.

The terrible ground fire has been swallowed up by He Pingan with Nanming Lihuo.

But He Pingan couldn't restore the huge deep pit.

Maybe in the future, another hundred-mile lake will be formed here.

Many monks kept silent, each found a place, sat cross-legged in the deep pit, feeling the breath of He Pingan remaining here.

If they can comprehend the essence of the breath of the monks in the Golden Immortal Realm, they will definitely benefit from it.

In the drug testing department, He Pingan just returned to the alchemy room.

Han Li's figure appeared outside the door.

"You did the commotion outside the city?"

Han Li's questioning voice came from outside the pill room.

Since clearing most of the red lotus karmic fire, Han Li's cultivation has reached the peak of the true immortal, but his serious injury has not healed, so his cultivation has not yet returned to the Golden Immortal Realm.

Even so, with his current cultivation base, he can also unblock the entire Daxuan, and he can move freely.

But at this time, he had to stop outside He Ping'an's alchemy room.

His spiritual sense felt that there seemed to be a very strange mana fluctuation outside the alchemy room. The formation was not like a formation, and the talisman was not like a talisman, but it seemed to be wrong.

His intuition told him that if he forced his way in without the permission of the master of the formation, he would be greeted with continuous attacks.

"Not bad!"

He Pingan frankly admits that he and Han Li are the only two people who can make such a big commotion in Daxuan, so there is no need to deny it.

After the voice fell, the formation slowly opened, waiting for Han Li to enter.

"Forget it, I won't go in."

Han Li cautiously glanced at the formation that was slowly opening. In his eyes, it looked like a monster that would choose someone to eat. He thought for a moment, and finally turned around and left.

Don't easily step into other people's formations. This is the lesson of blood and tears that Han Li learned after being slandered by Emperor Jiaming.

"Hey, this guy."

He Pingan is a little strange, didn't you come to find me?

How can I open the formation for you, and you won't come again?

He Pingan shook his head and ignored Han Li's strange behavior. He still had more important things to do.

The way of practice is to retreat if you do not advance.

How can I reach today's level of cultivation in Ping An?

Dark blue, add some!
He Pingan swallowed all the remaining four pills made by the Dragon King Prince Dragon Ball, and as his mind was in a trance for a while, a familiar scene like a revolving lantern emerged.

After a while, the reward appears.

The first one rewards 200 years of Taoism.

The second one will reward 160 years of Taoism.

The third one will reward 120 eight years of Taoism.

When it comes to the fourth one, the reward can reach a hundred years of Taoism.

At this moment, He Ping'an's Taoism has risen for more than 500 years. However, in the vague reminder of Yidan Pavilion, he knows that next time, if his cultivation base wants to undergo a qualitative change again, at least it must be 10 years of Taoism.

"This is also... too outrageous"

He Pingan couldn't help but wailed in his heart.

I have been in the drug testing department for ten years, and I have less than ten thousand years of practice.

10 years of Taoism, according to the past progress, don't I have to spend a hundred years
Forget it, don't think about it, He Pingan shook his head, no matter how many years he has practiced, he must keep his feet on the ground and take it step by step.

He Pingan waved his hand, and countless bottles and cans appeared in his hands.

These are the pills that He Pingan got from Han Li, and they are all of extraordinary quality, but most of them are high-quality pills, which are of little significance to He Pingan.

He poked out his divine sense, carefully screened out, kept those he could use to test the medicine, and handed over the rest to Hong Xifei for disposal when he returned to the Immortal Cottage.

Speaking of which, in the past few days, I have been using a clone to fool Hong Xifei.

It's a little cold for this little waist.

He Ping'an raised his eyebrows and smiled. When he returns tonight, he will punish this little fairy on the spot.

Every time she teased me in the past, I had no choice but to hold back. Today, I want to give her a cup of boiling soy milk.

While thinking about it, He Pingan threw those poisonous pills and waste pills into his mouth one by one.

The picture in front of him flashed, each of Han Li's elixirs was extremely extraordinary, and in a short period of time, He Ping'an's Taoism increased by more than 500 years.

Taoism has been here for more than [-] years.

When he took a elixir wrapped in sword energy, he was in a trance for a while, and the picture appeared.

Daxuan, the Wushuang Sword School.

A person with disabled legs propped up his body with only one hand, and climbed up the winding mountain road towards the top of the mountain.

Five days and five nights later, the man's hands were bloody and bloody, and Bai Sensen's metacarpal bones were exposed on the palms. With only his will, he actually climbed up to Wushuangjian Mountain.

"How did you get up here?"

The Taoist boy guarding the mountain gate jumped down from the tree, and was a little surprised to see the resolute boy who was only about 12 years old in front of him.

Wushuang Jianshan is a person with normal body. If he wants to climb the mountain, he needs nearly two days and two nights, and he has to go through many kinds of hardships.

Many people who came to Wushuangjian Mountain to seek swords were restricted by this harsh first entry test, and finally looked at the towering mountain gate and shook their heads back.

And this boy, did he really climb up with just his hands?
There must be an expert behind to help.

"I am. Keke Appreciation Master"

The boy opened his lips without a trace of blood, and just said the word apprentice, he suddenly felt dizzy for a while, and then passed out on the ground, not knowing who he was.

When he fell to the ground, his bloody hands appeared in front of Xiao Daotong in shock.

"Master, someone fainted"

Faintly, it seemed to hear Xiaodaotong's anxious cry.

Peerless Sword Faction, Wing Room.

"Master, how is he?"

Xiao Daotong asked with concern.

He was shocked by the spirit of this boy who was similar to his own age, and unconsciously, he began to care about him.

"It's okay, it's just overwork and blood loss, take the elixir, and you'll be fine soon."

A middle-aged Taoist with a long sword on his back lowered the boy's wrist, and said: "At most one hour, he wakes up, and then you send him down the mountain."

"Ah, won't you accept him?"

Xiao Daotong asked with a frustrated face.

"What are you taking him for? His legs are crippled, and his aptitude is mediocre. Even if he cultivates, he is destined not to have a bright future."

The middle-aged Taoist explained.

"But."

"No buts."

The middle-aged Taoist roughly interrupted Xiaodaotong's voice, and seeing Xiaodaotong's frustrated face, he seemed to realize that he was a little impatient, so he couldn't help but said: "Hong'er, you have to know that the way of cultivating immortals is to go against the sky. .”

"No matter how strong the will is, if the aptitude is not enough, it is doomed to be unable to go further on the way of cultivating immortals, and it will be a waste of cultivation resources."

"Oh"

Xiao Daotong replied half-understood, no longer entangled with this question.

Hearing this, the boy's lips moved, as if he was about to wake up.

"Hey, to be able to wake up so quickly, the mental strength is quite extraordinary."

The middle-aged Taoist showed a little startled expression, but soon returned to normal. He glanced at the boy's crippled legs, and sighed: "It's a pity, if the limbs are healthy, he can be accepted as an outer disciple."

Just when he was about to leave, the boy suddenly stretched out a hand wrapped in sackcloth, and grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly.

"Senior, I beg you to accept me, Wang Lin, even if I'm an ox or a horse, I must repay you!"

The boy's dry voice squeezed out from his throat, and he did not sleep for five days and five nights, did not eat or drink, even though he took a blood recovery pill from Wushuangjian Sect, his body could not recover to fullness in a short time.

"Master, please accept him. Didn't you also mention him? Isn't his mental strength good?"

Xiaodaotong pleaded repeatedly.

"Do you really want to worship the fairy gate?"

The middle-aged Taoist was silent for a moment, unable to withstand the softness and toughness of his lover, his heart softened, and he asked.

"Yes, Wang Lin is willing to worship the immortal gate."

"Even if you are a handyman disciple?"

The middle-aged Taoist asked again.

Although the child's mental strength is good, it's a pity that his legs are crippled. To be able to accept him as a handyman is already a kindness.

"Even if he is a handyman disciple, Wang Lin is willing."

Wang Lin's thin face was full of determination.

He bears a blood feud, and his enemies are powerful, if he cannot enter the immortal sect, there is no hope of revenge in this life.

"it is good!"

In a blink of an eye, it is four years later.

Wushuangjian faction, Houshan.

A young man with crippled legs and dressed in sackcloth was sitting cross-legged on the ground, but he kept waving a long sword in his hand, and the sharp sword energy overflowed.

On the ground not far away, there are sword marks everywhere.

"Wang Lin, that's right, you've entered the ninth-rank realm."

At this moment, several young men with hippie smiling faces surrounded him with malicious intentions.

"Li Shixiu"

When Wang Lin saw the leading man, his face was extremely cold.

Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Ever since Wang Lin entered the Wushuang Sword Sect and became a disciple of the handyman, he was disliked by Li Shixiu.

Often oppressed by him, Wang Linqing knew that he couldn't beat Li Shixiu, so he could only swallow his anger.

Just as Li Shixiu and the others were gearing up, a horrified bird suddenly flew across the sky, and within a few breaths, it had already arrived in front of Wang Lin.

"Li Shixiu, it's you again!"

The sword light retracted, revealing a slender man, seeing Li Shixiu, could not help showing a burst of disgust on his face.

"Duguhong?"

Seeing this slender man, Li Shixiu's complexion changed immediately, and he led everyone to turn around and leave.

At this moment, Wang Lin's voice came from behind him: "Li Shixiu, I want to ask you, why are you staring at me?"

Li Shixiu paused in his footsteps, fell silent for a moment, and said softly: "A handyman, you should have the awareness of a handyman!"

Then he strode away.

"Wang Lin, are you all right?"

Duguhong watched Li Shixiu leave coldly, then turned his head and asked with concern.

"I am fine."

Wang Lin looked at Duguhong in front of him. Although his appearance had changed drastically, he could still vaguely see the shadow of that Taoist boy back then.

As for the cultivation base, there have been earth-shaking changes, and now it is the cultivation base of the sixth rank of the Taoist sect.

The gap between the two is like a world of difference.

"By the way, this is a new sword technique that my master taught me. I'll show you a performance, and you can learn it again."

Duguhong suddenly thought of something, and began to draw in front of Wang Lin.

The two of you talk, I ask, soon, the time will be three years later.

Every year, the Zongmen Dabi selects a few disciples with high strength from among the handyman disciples to enter the outer sect disciples.

And outer disciples also have the opportunity to become inner disciples.

Inner sect disciples, if they perform well in the grand competition, can also become the direct disciples of the elders of the Wushuang Sword Sect.

Wang Lin's cultivation at this time has already reached the eighth rank of martial arts.

He found that the higher his level of cultivation, the easier it was to improve.

Especially in the way of swordsmanship, he seems to be naturally suitable for sword practice, and he has already mastered the Wushuang sword art taught by Duguhong, which can only be practiced by inner disciples.

Li Shixiu, who had bullied him back then, had already been taught a lesson by him and dared not appear in front of him again.

In the Zongmen Grand Competition, Wang Lin was like a dark horse, standing out from nearly a thousand handyman disciples of the Wushuang Sword Sect.

The handyman disciple who was fighting with him, even his body sitting cross-legged on the ground could not be forced to move, so he was cut off by a sword.

Another two years have passed, and Wang Lin's cultivation has reached the seventh rank.

But Duguhong broke through to the fifth rank of Daoist sect at this time, but even Duguhong couldn't answer some questions Wang Lin raised during the practice of Wushuang Sword Art.

In the Zongmen Grand Competition, Wang Lin emerged again and won the first place among the outer disciples in the Zongmen Grand Competition.

Even the disciples of the outer sect who are also at the seventh rank are not his enemies.

However, at this moment, his amazing performance was discovered by the elders who supervised the battle.

As the elder Jian Zhan reported the news that an outer disciple was practicing inner martial arts, the matter got out of control.

The elders were arguing, some people thought that Wang Lin was very talented in swordsmanship, and he was a man to be made.

Some elders, on the other hand, believed that as disciples of the outer sect, they had violated a taboo by practicing the exercises of the inner sect, and they should abolish their cultivation and expel them from the sect.

But on the contrary, Wang Lin, who was the chief culprit, didn't care about it at such a critical moment, just immersed in his own world of swordsmanship, unable to extricate himself.

But in the end, the head of Wushuang Sword Sect took pity on his talent in the way of swordsmanship, resisted all opinions, and accepted Wang Lin as a closed disciple, and the matter was calmed down.

Since then, Wang Lin has entered a treasury as if he had read all the swordsmanship classics of the Wushuang Sword School, and his cultivation has soared all the way. Two years later, his cultivation has broken the sixth grade, especially the cultivation of swordsmanship, which is many of the upper third grades. The elders are also ashamed of themselves.

Although Duguhong's level was lower than his level, but in several fights, he only narrowly defeated Wang Lin.

However, as his cultivation level climbed, Wang Lin gradually lost himself in the way of swordsmanship.

He made a bold statement that he wanted to create the world's top kendo, and he even tried to exchange the unparalleled sword art of Xianmen for a small Xianmen kendo book that even a third-rank monk did not have.

How can the inheritance of the immortal sect be passed on to outsiders casually? His approach almost made the Wushuang Sword Sect a laughing stock among the immortal sect.

In the end, the head sect came out of the mountain, and he was dragged back, and he used other classics to exchange the Wushuang Sword Art from the small sect.

The Wushuang Sword Sect almost expelled him from the sect, but the sect leader still took pity on his talent and demoted him to the back mountain to repent, but Wang Lin enjoyed it instead.

Without being disturbed by mundane affairs, his swordsmanship practice improved faster.

Another three years have passed, and his cultivation has reached the fourth rank, which is the same realm as Dugu Hong who broke through the fourth rank.

But every time he fights, Duguhong is far from his opponent.

Unexpectedly, Wang Lin did another shocking thing at this time.

He sneaked into Xuanyang City, intending to steal the sword code stored in the hidden sword pavilion by the Daxuan royal family.

However, he was captured by the first-rank master guarding the hidden sword pavilion, his dantian was destroyed, his cultivation base was completely destroyed, and he was completely reduced to a useless person.

The Wushuang Sword Sect was also completely disappointed in him and ignored his life and death.

Ten years later, in Daxuan's world of cultivating immortals, a man nicknamed "Sword Crazy" suddenly appeared. With a wooden sword in his hand, he fought against all the masters in the world.

Even the second-rank monks can't walk through the three swords in his hands.

Until the end, he came to Wushuang Sword Mountain and defeated the three elders one after another and the head of the Wushuang Sword School who was already known as the world's number one sword cultivator.

And when he uncovered the mask covering his face, everyone was stunned for a moment. The person in front of him was Wang Lin back then.

However, at this time, his temperament has changed drastically.

After defeating the head of the Wushuang Sword Sect, he swung his sword to demolish the gate of the Wushuang Sword Sect.

It wasn't until Duguhong appeared to dissuade Wang Lin that he withdrew his sword and left.

Afterwards, not long after, the news of the sudden death of the first-rank master guarding the hidden sword pavilion came out of Xuanyang City.

Since then, there has been no news of this person in Daxuan.

The picture in front of him was in a trance for a while, and He Ping'an's spirit fell from the sky, with a little shock on his face.

In this world, there are really people with such extraordinary talents. If He Pingan didn't have the Yi Dan Pavilion, I'm afraid that even if you flatter him, you won't be able to catch up with this person's cultivation speed.

Others don't know the experience of that sword idiot after he was deposed, but he saw some in the picture.

He had been to the Demon Realm, and was taught the magic sword method by the blood demon master, so his temperament changed drastically.

And he insisted on relying on his terrifying swordsmanship talent to integrate the swordsmanship of the two sects of channeling and demons, and comprehended the way of sword intent.

Without the use of mana, as long as the swordsmanship is advanced and the will and spirit are strong enough, one can cut out the invincible sword intent.

And the Blood Demon Daoist didn't help him for nothing, the prerequisite for helping him was to exchange his wisp of sword intent.

Later, the blood demon master used this sword intent to refine several sword pills, two of which were taken away by this sword idiot.

Later, by coincidence, Jian Chi met Han Li, and Han Li pityed him for walking out of his own path, and gave him some pointers. Jian Chi didn't want to lose Han Li's favor, so he gave Han Li one of the sword pills.

When the last picture disappeared, He Pingan could already feel that the terrifying sword intent on this sword idiot was no weaker than that of an ordinary true immortal.

In the Yi Dan Pavilion, he also accidentally saw Dugu Hong, a cold-faced swordsman. It seems that he was actually quite cute in the past, not so cold.

Perhaps it was because of the sword madness that his personality changed drastically.

With the soul returning to the body, He Pingan received a reward: swordsmanship!
Understand the supreme mystery of the way of swordsmanship, all swordsmanship and swordsmanship, you can master it as soon as you learn it, and you can master it with one touch, there is no bottleneck at all.

If you cultivate to a high level, you can realize the highest state that no sword is better than having a sword.

He Pingan was ecstatic in his heart. Although he didn't have a fairy sword, he finally obtained a spell related to the sword.

Following this swordsmanship learning, He Pingan passed all the sword formulas he had obtained to Ximen Chuuxue's avatar, and he carefully comprehended them.

When these sword tactics are mastered, it will be the time for this sword fairy avatar to come out of the mountain again.

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