Beast

With Yang Qing's cultivation in the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness Realm, his comprehension ability is much better than that of ordinary people. In more than a month, Yang Qing was able to perform the seventy-two routines in the "Nujiang Stick Technique" in one go.

I have already started to learn stick skills.

If he wants to master these seventy-two postures, it will take a long time for him to master them. Without actual combat, all he has practiced is just a show.

At this time, the leaves on the poplar trees were almost falling off, and there was no warmth in the autumn wind. Yang Qing was wearing thin clothes and chatting with Lu Zhen and others.

"Yang Qing, you have learned the stick technique now, do you want to compete with Chen Xu?" Lu Zhen was secretly excited. He has not been lazy and practiced for more than a month. Now the spiritual energy of heaven and earth can circulate in the meridians, but the true energy

Just a wisp of it.

"My left arm now weighs less than 800 kilograms, and my right arm has a strength of 600 kilograms. I have the strength to fight Chen Xu, but I am not sure of winning."

Yang Qing was a little disappointed. All the injuries on his body had healed, but he was still a little different from the monks who were full of true energy.

"I didn't get the "Thirty-six Styles of Hunyuan", and the advantages of the Sea of ​​Consciousness realm are not obvious."

"Then let him be happy for a few more days first. When the time comes, he won't even be able to find the tune to cry." Lu Zhen squatted on the ground, thinking about the tragic situation of Chen Xu being knocked down by Yang Qing in his mind, feeling happy in his heart and smiling on his face.

"What good things are you thinking of? There is no need to beat him too badly, just make him cry." Tian Bo continued Lu Zhen's words, feeling happy in his heart.

"Xiaohu, Tian Bo, you two must not give up practicing the "Sixteen Forms of Xiantian". It is the innate realm technique of the "Thirty-six Forms of Hunyuan". Sooner or later you will reach the realm of sea of ​​consciousness."

Yang Qing looked serious and was not instigated by Lu Zhen. He and Chen Xu did not have a deep grudge. He wanted to compete again just to compete.

"We both practice every day, but each of us has double the amount of homework. The burden on the body is not big, and it is gradually weakening. The growth of physical strength is also weakening. We should think of other ways."

Qi Xiaohu is one year younger than Lu Zhen, but much more mature than him. He has a sad look on his face at this time.

"Physical training is about physical strength, and strength must be enhanced."

"I don't know if "The Thirty-Six Forms of Hunyuan" is a book or a jade slip. If it is a jade slip, the remaining twenty forms can be memorized in an hour."

Yang Qing thought thoughtfully, twenty postures, relying on spiritual consciousness, he would feel dizzy at most within an hour.

"Who is Yang Qing?" A middle-aged man, less than forty years old, stood in the open space and asked with a loud voice.

"I am Yang Qing, what do you want from me?"

Yang Qing stood up and walked to the open space. He had heard this question several times. No one had asked it for more than a month.

He thought this man was looking for him to compete again, but when he looked at it, he found that the middle-aged man was wearing black clothes embroidered with a hammer, carrying an iron rod on his back, and was nearly eight feet tall.

This middle-aged man is not a disciple from Hantie Mining Area, but an outer disciple from Qi Peak.

"That's you? Do you know who I am?" The middle-aged man was burly, with no trace of kindness on his face, and a layer of blue stubble on his chin. He lowered his head and looked disdainfully.

"I don't know you," Yang Qing looked impatient, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him carefully, and said in a stiff tone.

"Hmph, then do you know Wang Erli?" The middle-aged man snorted coldly and stared directly at Yang Qing.

"Are you...Wang Dali?" Yang Qing took a step back, distanced himself from the middle-aged man, looked wary, and asked coldly.

"Hmph. Are you ashamed that a dignified monk in the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness Realm bullied an ordinary person?" Wang Dali looked down at him with a mocking look on his face.

"Two years ago, he beat up a fourteen-year-old boy in the street. Does he know how ashamed he is?" Yang Qing straightened his back and confronted Wang Erli coldly without giving in.

Seeing that something was wrong here, Lu Zhen's expression changed and they all ran over and stood behind Yang Qing.

"Huh, it's your fault first, Yang Qing, do you dare to hit me with a stick?" Wang Dali stopped arguing, raised his hand and pulled out the long stick attached to his back, raised his head slightly, pointed at Yang Qing with his finger, and said contemptuously

said.

This long stick is gray with red in it, about nine feet six inches long, and as thick as an adult's wrist.

"Why don't you dare?" Yang Qing knew that Wang Erli was also a monk in the Consciousness Sea Realm, and his figure was also powerful, but he said without fear.

"Yang Qing, no," Lu Zhen and the others said urgently, holding Yang Qing to prevent him from competing with Wang Dali.

"Let go, otherwise I will be useless for the rest of my life." Yang Qing turned his head and looked at the three friends in front of him seriously, his tone was firm and unusual.

"Let's go" Yang Qing returned to the stone house, took out the stainless steel rod, and walked down the mountain. He knew that 90% of the time he could catch the rod, but he had no choice.

After receiving the news, the disciples rushed to the foot of the mountain to watch. Other disciples from the outer peaks came to visit, something that had not happened many times in Hantie Mining Area.

Yang Qing sternly held a steel rod in his hand and stood opposite Wang Dali, who was nonchalant and contemptuous in the open space at the foot of the mountain.

Compared with the long stick in Wang Dali's hand, the fine steel rod is shorter, thinner and lighter.

"Today, compared with other disciples from the outer peak, I will explain the rules again. Those who maliciously hurt others will be handed over to the inner peak punishment hall."

"Let's get started," a deacon from Hantie Mine said loudly to Yang Qing and Wang Dali.

Yang Qing grasped the fine steel rod tightly with both hands, gritted his teeth and ran away from the place. Wang Dali did the same, with an even more fierce momentum.

This time it's not a competition, but a confrontation.

The two long sticks slashed diagonally and collided with each other without any fancy sound.

"Boom...buzz..."

Yang Qing felt a strong force coming along the fine steel rod, his heart tightened, and he quickly let go.

"Woo..."

The stainless steel rod flew away from his hand, taking Yang Qing and throwing it to the side.

"Shua"

Several deacons who were watching kicked the ground violently, and the flying steel rods were intercepted in time, preventing them from hitting the disciples who were unable to react in time.

The deacons among the outer disciples are all in the Purple Mansion Realm, which is also the highest state that true-level skills can reach. If you want to make a breakthrough, you must first understand it alone, and the second is to become an inner disciple.

Yang Qing fell to the ground, his hands were shattered, and his arms were dislocated by the steel rods. There was disbelief on his face.

Wang Dali and he are both monks in the Sea of ​​Consciousness Realm, so why is there such a big gap?

"Click, click"

Yang Qing moved his shoulders and put his hands on the ground. His consciousness swept over his shoulders, he adjusted his posture, pressed his shoulders down hard, and returned his arms to their original positions.

"It's unbelievable. My stick has a strength of three thousand kilograms. If you fight with me, it's nothing more than a mantis' arm acting as a chariot." The blow just now made Wang Dali's body shake slightly. He inserted the long stick into his back and raised the corners of his mouth.

"I also practice Qi and body, and use true energy to double my body strength, which makes my strongest blow weigh three thousand kilograms."

Wang Dali put his hands on his shoulders and said arrogantly.

"Some monks in the Purple Mansion Realm are no match for me."

"Ka...buzz" the fine steel rod was thrown hard by the deacon, and it stuck diagonally on the ground in the open space. The fine steel rod trembled endlessly.

"That's because your knowledge is shallow. You have seen the power of magic and combat skills." The deacon looked dissatisfied. This Qi Peak disciple was too arrogant.

"Yang Qing, two years ago, you worked for my second brother as a handyman in the iron shop, and you were stepped on by my Wang family." Wang Dali did not answer the deacon's words, glanced at him, and continued to speak to Yang Qing.

"Even if you become an outer disciple of Yufeng Sect, you will still be stepped on by me. Moreover, your cultivation methods must be "The Thirty-Six Styles of Hunyuan" and "Nujiang Stick Technique"

"I am also practicing these two exercises. I also have a true-level Qi-refining exercise. How can you compare with me?"

"I will be stepped on by my nephew Wang Youcai even more in the future. I forgot to tell you that my nephew, like me, has the true spiritual root of the fire attribute."

Spiritual root qualifications can be divided into true spiritual roots, earthly spiritual roots, heavenly spiritual roots and alien spiritual roots. Among them, alien spiritual roots and heavenly spiritual roots are the best.

"In five to ten years, my nephew can defeat you."

"In the past, now, and in the future, you will be stepped on by my Wang family."

"I can only blame you. You are from a humble background and do not have spiritual roots. The realm of sea of ​​consciousness is your end."

Wang Dali spoke with excitement, and his second brother's face was beaten into a pig's head by Yang Qing. Speaking these words, the anger in his heart was vented.

During the conversation, Yang Qing listened without interrupting.

"Yang Qing, wait slowly, be careful." Wang Dali squeezed out these words through his teeth and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute" Yang Qing's voice was clear and there was no anger in his tone.

"What? You want to beg for mercy? Okay, if you kneel down and kowtow ten times, I can still consider it." Wang Dali raised his eyebrows lightly and said jokingly.

"Wang Dali, after three years, do you dare to give me a stick?" Yang Qing scratched his left arm lightly, with a normal expression, as if he was just talking about ordinary things.

"What did you say? Haha... I was laughing so hard." Wang Dali burst into laughter, as if Yang Qing had told a big joke.

"Dare you or don't you dare?" Yang Qing asked again, his expression unchanged.

"Okay, today, three years later, I'll see you on stage." Wang Dali stopped laughing, opened his lips slightly, and squeezed out this sentence from between his teeth.

"Okay, see you there or see you." Yang Qing seemed to be saying goodbye to his friends, with a relaxed expression.

Today is October 25, 1482 in the Luo calendar.

"Okay, good job!" one of the onlookers shouted.

"A true man would rather be beaten to death than scared to death."

"Have momentum, a real man"

Following the first shout, cheers continued to ring out from the crowd of onlookers.

"Humph" Wang Dali snorted coldly and squeezed out of the crowd with a cold expression.

Yang Qing scratched his left arm lightly and watched Wang Dali leave, then retrieved the stainless steel rod and turned back.

The onlookers consciously made way for Yang Qing to pass. Some disciples patted Yang Qing on the shoulder to show their support, and Yang Qing grinned.

Yang Qing and the others returned to the stone house, with a layer of frost on their faces. It was not that he was not angry, but he had been suppressing it in his heart. Wang Dali was happy to see his own fear or anger.

"Yang Qing, you are such a man, I have begun to admire you." Lu Zhen clenched his fists. Yang Qing lost, but he was also excited.

"Lu Zhen, why are you still making noises when you haven't seen the strength of the other party?" Qi Xiaohu glared at Lu Zhen, dissatisfied that he didn't understand the importance.

"Yang Qing, what are your plans? How sure are you?" Qi Xiaohu felt relieved when he saw that Yang Qing was not injured, but then he was worried about the competition that would not return to the stage in three years.

The non-returning platform is one of the inner peak arenas. It is called the non-returning platform because only one of the two parties standing on the non-returning platform can step down. This is used by the Yufeng Sect to resolve the unending feud between the disciples. Hatred.

"Not even the slightest bit sure," Yang Qing said nonchalantly, but it frightened Lu Zhen and the other three into a cold sweat.;