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"Yang Qing, you didn't teach your brother Yang Song the "Sixteen Innate Forms" and "Hua Xi Jue"?

Lu Zhen lay on the bed, raised his head and asked Yang Qing, who was sitting cross-legged and practicing, with a little worry. In the Yufeng Sect, it is strictly forbidden for disciples to teach the sect's martial arts to others. Disciples who violate the rules will be sentenced to death as criminals.

"My brother is still young and he doesn't know how to read yet. When he grows up, it won't be too late to find ways to get him to practice within the sect."

Yang Qing looked at Yang Song, who had fallen asleep and was drooling, with love in his eyes. Yang Song was eight years old and had met the requirements to enter the Yufeng Sect, but how could an eight-year-old child survive in the Yufeng Sect?

"I think you can just make more gold and silver for your family so that they can have good food and clothing. Not everyone is like you. Also, your mother's dinner is really delicious, much better than my mother's."

"If you don't practice cultivation and only think about eating, your spiritual roots will be a waste of resources."

"You are jealous..."

Yang Qing stayed at home comfortably for a day, and the next day he and Lu Zhen returned to the Hantie Mining Area, playing and joking along the way, and the time passed quickly.

"Sea of ​​Consciousness Realm? You didn't scare me, did you?" Qi Xiaohu pointed at Yang Qing with an expression of disbelief.

"Yang Qing, you haven't changed much. You're neither fat nor thin, nor tall nor short." Tian Bo said in shock. He observed Yang Qing carefully and couldn't feel any difference.

"Have I lied to you about my cultivation? I have really reached the Sea of ​​Consciousness state, and there is no way to prove it now. My spiritual consciousness is too weak." Yang Qing was helpless. He failed to use his spiritual consciousness skillfully in two days.

"Hey, my mother, Yang Qing, you are so powerful. You have reached the Sea of ​​Consciousness realm after practicing for more than two years. At this speed of cultivation, few outer disciples can match you."

Tian Bo and Qi Xiaohu were too surprised at first. They couldn't believe it. There were many outer disciples who had stayed in the Third Heaven for more than five years.

"This must be celebrated. It's such a happy event. By the way, Lu Zhen, when will you and that girl get married?"

"Breathe...breathe...breathe"

Yang Qing was sitting cross-legged on the bed practicing the "Transformation of Breath Art". He did not enter a state of trance, but looked inwards at his body.

At this time, he could clearly see the internal organs, muscles and bones in the body.

There is a wisp of innate vitality in the Dantian below the navel, which is transparent and colorless. It is dispersed in the condensation, but not scattered. It lingers and does not leave the Dantian.

His consciousness stayed at the wounds on his left arm and shoulder blade, and the wounds were constantly healing.

Yang Qing observed his left arm carefully. For more than two years, he could feel that there was something that did not belong to him on his left arm. This feeling became clearer after reaching the Sea of ​​Consciousness state.

Now he wanted to see what was on his left arm, and his consciousness carefully scanned every part of his left arm.

"It's right here!" Yang Qing was very sure, but strangely he didn't look at anything that didn't belong to him.

Yang Qing's spiritual consciousness can project about one foot outward. His spiritual consciousness is very weak and cannot penetrate clothing, but there is not much hindrance in his body.

He clearly felt that the thing was hidden in the muscle under the scar left two years ago, but when he scanned it with his consciousness, he found nothing.

"What's going on?" He was puzzled. His consciousness passed over it repeatedly, but he still couldn't find any clues. He firmly believed that the thing was there.

"What is this?" When his spiritual consciousness swept through the flowing blood, he found another thing. A black thread as thick as a hair flowed with the blood, and the black thread was wrapped by a cyan film.

"Huh..." Yang Qing felt dizzy. The frequent use of his spiritual consciousness made him sleepy. He put his spiritual consciousness back into his mind and entered a state of trance.

The injury on Yang Qing's left arm has not healed. His homework was completed by Qi Xiaohu and Tian Bo. He practiced "Sixteen Xiantian Postures" every day and "Huanxi Jue" at night. He did not get the "Thirty-Six Postures of Hunyuan".

, without the skills of the Consciousness Sea Realm, he doesn’t know how to practice.

At night, I observed the black lines on my left arm and blood. My spiritual consciousness was tired and I was resting in meditation. Although I discovered what these two places were, the intensity of my spiritual consciousness was slightly enhanced.

"Yang Qing, I heard that there are many disciples in Hantie Mine who want to challenge you." Lu Zhen heard the news somewhere and said excitedly.

"Why are you competing with me? I didn't offend them." Yang Qing gently scratched his left arm, puzzled.

"Not everyone knows that you have reached the Consciousness Sea Realm, and they all want to test your strength, and even more want to use this to break through to the Consciousness Sea Realm." Lu Zhen understood the whole story clearly, and said clearly, "Most of them have True Yuan Ying."

With full cultivation, he has stayed in the third heaven for several years."

"How did they know?" Yang Qing was even more confused, and then stared at Lu Zhen.

"I also want to help you become famous, so that they don't look down on us." Lu Zhen knew that he had spilled the beans, so he covered his mouth with his hand, and then confessed honestly, "I told them that you were injured, otherwise you would have come to the door long ago."

"You are not careful when making friends." Yang Qing looked at Lu Zhen, wanting to cry but not having any tears.

Within a few days, Lu Zhen's words came true. Six innate third-level monks came to Yang Qing to compete, but he declined with the excuse that his injuries were not healed. These people saw his exposed left arm.

But there were scars, so he nodded and left.

"Who is Yang Qing?" The door of the stone house was opened, and a young man wearing a gray robe, with a medium build and an ordinary appearance walked in.

"I am Yang Qing, what do you want from me?" Yang Qing stood up with a smile. He had seen this kind of scene several times, and most likely he was here to compete with him.

"Why are you pretending to be confused with me? Come on, let's go out and compete." The young man raised his eyebrows and looked unhappy.

"My little brother's strength is low, and the injury on his left arm has not healed. Let's forget about this competition." Yang Qing's expression did not change. He did not want to make grudges with others because of the competition and end up in unnecessary conflicts.

"You just broke through to the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness Realm, and you don't bother to compete with me?" The young man said in a cold tone, staring at Yang Qing with wide eyes.

"It's just a fluke that I broke through to the Consciousness Sea Realm. I have no spiritual roots and have never learned any moves. How can I be your opponent?" Yang Qing said modestly. Knowing his own strength, he would definitely not be a monk full of true energy.

opponent.

"Humph, there is something in your words. Do you think I can't hear it? Do you think it's great to reach the realm of sea of ​​consciousness? What the hell?" The young man misunderstood Yang Qing's meaning, and anger appeared on his face.

"What do you mean?" Lu Zhen was furious and stood up angrily.

"Lu Zhen, there is no need to argue with him. This senior brother is not feeling well and wants to rest. I won't send him away." Yang Qing did not explain, but turned around and sat on the bed with a dissatisfied tone, feeling that this person was unreasonable.

"Your mother, who do you think you are? Drive me away, you are a piece of shit, a piece of trash. No matter how high you are, you are still a piece of shit." The young man was angry and stood in the stone house with no intention of leaving.

"Do you really think I'm afraid of you? Damn you, I will compete with you today." Yang Qing stood up with a cold tone. He didn't like fighting with others, let alone being bullied at will.

"Okay, let me see how much your kid weighs. Bring your weapons and see you at the bottom of the mountain." The young man raised his lips slightly, turned around and walked out of the stone house.

"Let's go" Yang Qing picked up the fine steel rod on the ground and followed the young man out of the stone house. Yang Qing quickly followed.

"Chen Xu and Yang Qing are competing, come and watch." I don't know who shouted this, and many disciples who were practicing in the stone house came out to watch the fun, and several deacons also came out.

Life in Hantie Mining Area is dull. Apart from practicing and mining ores, competitions between disciples do not happen every day, so all the disciples who got the news came to the foot of the mountain, regardless of their strength.

Disciples are prohibited from fighting in the Han Iron Mine. There is no such restriction at the foot of the mountain. Usually, conflicts between disciples will be resolved at the foot of the mountain or in a deserted place.

Yang Qing and Chen Xu stood in the middle. There was an open space with a radius of five feet. It was surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside. Some disciples had quarrels trying to get a good position.

"The old rules are as follows. Anyone who maliciously hurts others will be dealt with by the Neifeng Punishment Hall."

"The competition begins," a deacon standing in front of the crowd announced loudly.

As soon as they finished speaking, Yang Qing and Chen Xu took out their weapons and rushed towards each other. Yang Qing held a fine steel rod and Chen Xu held a light blue long sword.

Yang Qing had a stern look on his face. He held a fine steel rod in his right hand and swung it horizontally at Chen Xu, who was shining with a light blue halo. Every inch was longer and stronger, and Yang Qing had an advantage in the length of the weapon.

Chen Xu sneered, his body stopped suddenly, and the light blue long sword slashed diagonally from top to bottom towards the end of the fine steel rod.

"Clang, buzz..."

The long sword and the fine steel rod collided together. The long sword left a sword mark on the stick. The fine steel rod trembled non-stop. Looking at it again, the long sword was not damaged at all.

The sneer on Chen Xu's lips became thicker, and he flipped his sword over and lifted it up. At the same time, his body rushed out and went straight towards Yang Qing's chest.

The light blue halo was a bit dazzling, but Yang Qing refused to resist. He took two steps back, put the long stick around his waist, exerted force under his feet, and advanced to draw out the stick. The shiny black steel stick turned into a black shadow. Towards Chen Xu’s chest.

If Chen Xuru didn't move backwards, the fine steel rod would definitely take one step ahead of the sword.

"Dang, Dang, Dang"

Chen Xu's expression remained unchanged, he just stopped and did not retreat. His long sword shook, and he struck three times at the blade of the steel rod. The steel rod coming straight forward drew a semicircle and turned behind Yang Qing.

The stainless steel rod shook so violently that Yang Qing's entire right arm was numb to his shoulder, and the long rod almost escaped his hand. He numbly held one end of the stainless steel rod in his right hand and propped the other end on the ground behind him.

Yang Qing missed with one blow, and seeing that the situation was not good, he hurriedly backed up, and sure enough, Chen Xu's long sword struck him again.

One end of the stainless steel rod plowed the ground as Yang Qing retreated, causing the soil to roll, and then hit the other side of the rod, which was on the side of Yang Qing's body, and the onlookers' disciples.

At this moment, Yang Qing bent his knees and exerted his strength, jumped up suddenly, lifted the other end of the steel rod off the ground with his right arm, carried it on his belt, carried it on his shoulder, and carried his arm on his shoulder, and swung the steel rod up.

As the body fell, he bowed his waist and retracted his abdomen, and used his right arm to drive the steel rod down hard.

Chen Xu's expression changed. He still couldn't hide from the fine steel rod at the back of his body. He flipped the long sword over and placed the blade on his left arm to catch Yang Qing's stick.

"Bang, buzz..."

The fine steel rod knocked Chen Xu to his knees, his face flushed, and a burst of dust stirred up on the ground.

Yang Qing hit a hit, and when he raised the steel rod with a heavy face and wanted to hit it again, Chen Xu's eyes flashed coldly, and he used his long sword as a knife to slash Yang Qing's chest.

But Yang Qing only had time to pull down the fine steel rod and hold it diagonally in front of his chest.

When the long sword struck less than a foot in front of him, his spiritual consciousness could clearly see the trajectory of the sword, but was unable to do anything.

"Clang... buzz... puff"

The long sword struck the fine steel rod. The fine steel rod shook and then bounced back, hitting Yang Qing's body. When the body was thrown back, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"You are indeed a waste. I can kill you within ten moves." Chen Xu looked sarcastic and spoke with disdain.;