Beast

Below the vertical waterfall, there is a full moon-shaped pool. The pool is not big, only about two or three feet in diameter. The pool is not deep, less than one foot. The pool water is clear and rapid, with white water spray rolling more than a foot high, and the waterfall pours.

The water can only stay in the pool for a few breaths.

Yang Qing placed the baggage by the pool so that he could see it and not get wet from the splashing water. He took off his clothes and stripped down to only a pair of shorts, then stepped into the pool with his feet bare.

For some reason, the water in this pool is cold. The rocks at the bottom of the pool are slippery, and the current is so fast that it cannot stop.

"Gululu"

The rocks at the bottom of the pool were not as flat as seen from above, but had a slope. Yang Qing was unstable and slipped into the pool.

Yang Qing didn't know the name of water, so he was a little panicked when he slipped into the water. After taking a sip of the water, he remembered that he was holding a stainless steel rod in his hand, and he used the stick to support himself at the bottom of the pond to stand upright.

With his heart beating loudly, Yang Qing began to get familiar with this pool. The bottom of the pool had a slight slope and was in the shape of a porcelain plate. The water in the pool was more than six feet deep. Yang Qing stood in the water with only his head exposed.

Yang Qing's internal organs were strong and he didn't feel any breathing pressure. It was just the rolling water on the surface of the pool that made Yang Qing unable to open his eyes and he took a sip of the pool water from time to time.

This pool is only six or seven feet away from the square rock hit by the waterfall, and the rumbling sound is like thunder in my ears.

The rushing water made Yang Qing stand unsteadily, and his body leaned back from time to time. His body had not yet adapted to the coldness of the pool water, and his whole body was covered with goosebumps.

Yang Qing was refining his body. The coldness of the pool water could not harm him. Without waiting for his body to adapt, Yang Qing started moving with the stainless steel rod.

The seventy-two postures in "Nujiang Stick Technique" are performed with Yang Qing's movements.

A fine steel rod weighing several dozen kilograms seemed to weigh hundreds of kilograms when it was dancing in the rushing water.

Yang Qing practiced the seventy-two moves in a meticulous manner, increasing the strength of his arms to prevent the water flow from causing deviations in the moves.

There are footwork in the stick routine, but it is not flexible in the pool. Yang Qing clings to the bottom of the pool with both feet. The moves on his hands are standard, but the footwork on his feet seems messy.

The water pool has water in it at one end and water out at the other end. Today, Yang Qing is practicing in this water pool, starting his first day deep in the mountains. The rolling water splashes get higher from time to time.

While practicing on Guanyue Mountain, Yang Qing relied on climbing mountains and lifting huge rocks to consume his physical strength, and then practiced the sixteen innate-level postures of the "Thirty-Six Movements of Hunyuan" to restore his physical strength and achieve the purpose of increasing his strength.

Only by consuming and replenishing can the strength be increased rapidly. If there is consumption without replenishment, it will only cause harm to the body. But without consumption, no matter how much is replenished, the body cannot absorb it and the strength will increase very slowly.

After recovering his physical strength, he still had to practice the ten movements of the Consciousness Sea Realm and the "Nujiang Stick Technique" in the "Thirty-Six Movements of Hunyuan". This made Yang Qing feel that there was too little time. And most of it was wasted on restoring physical strength.

This time when practicing in the water pool, Yang Qing chose to practice the "Nujiang Stick Technique" and the ten movements of the Sea of ​​Consciousness Realm to consume his physical strength, and then practice the sixteen movements of the Xiantian Realm to restore his physical strength and grow rapidly.

In this way, you can practice the "Nujiang Stick Technique" and the ten postures of the Consciousness Sea Realm extremely well, and the speed of strength growth will not be reduced.

This is one of the ways that Yang Qing can think of, which is to bundle the stick method training, the ten exercises of the Sea of ​​Consciousness Realm, and the physical consumption to make up for the time it takes to recover physical strength.

The method is a bit clumsy, but it can be implemented within a period of time, and the effects of practice are also obvious.

The group of husbands came to the open space of the waterfall and chose to eat the green plants. When they saw Yang Qing splashing the water in the pool everywhere, they hid far away and did not dare to approach.

Exhausted of physical strength, he crawled to the open space on his hands and knees and practiced the sixteen innate postures in the "Thirty-Six Movements of Hunyuan" to regain his physical strength. The aura of heaven and earth continued to flow into the organs and limbs along the mouth, nose and pores.

During the period, while his physical strength was restored, his strength increased rapidly.

When the husbands saw Yang Qing coming out of the pool, they all retreated into the distance, ready to escape at any time.

At noon, his stomach growled, which was masked by the roar of water hitting hard rocks. Yang Qing put on his clothes, carried his baggage, and carried a steel rod to look for food in the mountains and forests.

In the forest near the clearing, the number of small animals was much smaller than in the surrounding area. It took Yang Qing a stick of incense to catch a pheasant.

His face was expressionless, his body moved quickly, and he rushed to the waterfall. His heart was filled with panic. At this time, he and Sun Xinyao were still at the top of Guanyue Mountain, chatting, or looking at each other silently.

"call…"

Taking a long breath, the longing and sadness in my heart did not decrease, but the resentment in my heart increased.

"Yo"

A panicked roar of a deer came in the distance, followed by the sound of galloping animals.

"Hmph." Yang Qing threw the pheasant in his hand, exerted force on his feet, and rushed towards the waterfall.

There was chaos in the open space, with more than a dozen Huzhu fleeing in panic. A black panther with white spots chased behind the Huzhu.

The speed of this black panther is so fast that even the leading husband cannot compare with it.

By the time Yang Qing rushed to the open space, a five-foot-tall, snow-white furred mother-in-law had already had her throat bitten off.

This black panther was five or six feet tall, nearly one foot long, with a strong body, round leopard eyes and fierce eyes. It bit the husband with his throat broken, and dragged him through the forest without any effort at all.

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When Yang Qing saw this scene, his heart became even colder. He roared angrily and without stopping, he went straight towards the Black Panther with the stainless steel rod in hand.

He could completely avoid fighting, so why take the initiative?

First, when seeing Fu Zhu, Yang Qing will think of Sun Xinyao, and Fu Zhu has vaguely become Yang Qing's heart. Second, fighting with monsters will improve his cultivation more quickly. Third, Yang Qing wants to vent his anger.

The Black Panther let go of Fu Zhu, who had expired, and stood with his body hunched over, all hair on his body, and his dark pupils staring straight at Yang Qing, who was running towards him.

When he was still five feet away from the black panther, Yang Qing's speed did not slow down. He used his legs to exert force and jumped up. The stainless steel rod in his hand danced and struck down with a strong wind.

Yang Qing was slashing fiercely, and the black panther dodged even faster. He used his four claws to dodge sideways, and then jumped up. His front claws went straight to scratch Yang Qing's throat.

The black panther is fast and powerful. If it really scratches its throat, the consequences can be imagined.

Yang Qing reversed his attack and pulled back the fine steel rod, barely able to block the Black Panther's vicious grab.

"Qiang"

The black claw tips made a metallic sound when they grasped the fine steel rod. The black panther's sharp claws were comparable to steel.

Yang Qing and the Black Panther landed at the same time. Before Yang Qing could make a move, the Black Panther pounced again, his long beard sticking to his hair, and the cold light reflected from the fangs in his mouth.

The steel rod in his hand was too late to swing, and his body rolled sideways. The black panther rubbed his shoulder and fell on the grass.

The Black Panther's reaction and speed were extremely fast. As soon as Yang Qing fell to the ground, the Black Panther flicked its four claws, rotated its body, roared again, and bit Yang Qing.

Yang Qing rolled backwards, supporting the ground with one hand, and holding a steel rod in the other hand, one end of which was punched on the ground, and the other end raised.

fall!!!

The fine steel rod picked up the black panther in the air. When the fine steel rod was vertical, it lifted the black panther and then threw it violently.

"tear"

The black panther adjusted its posture in the air, landed on all four paws, the grass flew up, and the green and yellow weeds were kicked up into the air.

"Lu!!"

The panther's abdomen was in burning pain, the beard around his mouth trembled up and down, and he let out a low roar.

Just as the Black Panther was about to pounce again, Yang Qing stepped forward and the fine steel rod in his hand came out at exactly the right time. A black shadow hit the Black Panther's face.

The black panther panicked and stopped its forward attack, kicking its four claws sideways and hiding away.

"tear"

The fine steel rod brought up a blood spray, and the black panther's front legs were torn open by the fine steel rod. The steaming leopard's blood instantly dyed the black hair red, and the white spots on the shoulders bloomed like epiphyllum.

Blooming blood red flowers.

Stormy waves!

Yang Qing didn't wait for the force to dissipate. He exerted force on his arms and bulged his muscles. He swung the stainless steel rod back and then swung it up. The four foreign styles were violently unleashed.

The fine steel rod turned into ten stick shadows, buzzing and trembling in the air.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

Ten stick shadows formed a black light curtain, like a chopping knife, roaring and slashing down.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

On the grass, dead grass was flying, wet soil was piled up, and the ground was shaking unknowingly.

The ten stick shadows disappeared, and a pit about eight feet in diameter and nearly one foot deep suddenly appeared on the ground. It was like an iron pot being pressed to the ground. The inside of the pit was flat, as if it had been carefully repaired.

None of these ten stick shadows hit the black panther. The black panther had already rushed ten feet away, and the blood on his shoulders was still in the air.

The Black Panther's speed is so fast.

"Woo..."

With a rapid sound breaking through the air, Yang Qing's stormy waves failed. Without waiting for his numb arms to recover, he threw out the fine steel rod with his backhand. The fine steel rod spun around like a black moon, attacking the black panther who stretched out his tail to escape.

The stainless steel rod flew away from his hand, and Yang Qing followed up with his legs, breaking the turf, and followed closely behind the stainless steel rod.

When the black panther heard the sound of breaking through the air behind him, he didn't look back, listened to the sound to identify his position, and hurriedly retreated.

The Black Panther's front arm was injured, which affected his speed. He then switched from active attack to passive escape. The transition during this period caused the Black Panther to escape the fatal blow, but the spinning steel rod still knocked off a slender piece of his body.

Tail.

"Hey... Lu..."

The black panther screamed in pain and ran into the forest with half of its tail.

"Poof"

The stainless steel rod rotated and swept across the ground, causing green and yellow weeds to rise from the ground and flutter in the air like a startled giant.

"Shua"

Yang Qing followed the stainless steel rod and saw that the stainless steel rod fell to the ground without bending down to pick it up. Without leaving his feet, he stepped forward, picked and kicked the stainless steel rod again, and threw the stainless steel rod up again.

Yang Qing suddenly accelerated, grabbed the fine steel rod, and continued to chase the black panther dripping with hot blood without slowing down.

The black panther's front arm was injured and he could not exert force. His tail was broken, which affected his body balance. At this time, he could not move as fast as the wind or as fast as a ghost.

In the past, a strong husband could catch him, let alone get rid of a low-level monk like Yang Qing. At this time, his speed could not be increased, and he could only keep the distance between the two from shortening.

From the time Yang Qing fought with the Black Panther to the Black Panther's escape and Yang Qing's pursuit, only a dozen breaths had passed.

However, the place where one man and one beast fought has become a mess.;