Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Fei family, Hanyun Peak.

Hanyun Peak is the highest peak on the north shore. It is full of aura and full of pines and cypresses. The Fei family has been entrenched here for who knows how many years. They built it like an iron barrel. It would be useless for Fei to sit there, and it would be difficult for the monks in the later stages of foundation building to break it.

It is covered with snow all year round, and the ground is crystal clear. Fei Tongxiao has already mastered the third wheel of fetal breath. His body is strong and strong, leaving no trace on the snow. After running on the snow for a while, a small courtyard appeared in front of him, painted with white paint. It was clean and tidy, and there were two pots of wintersweet planted in front of the door, trembling slightly in the wind.

Fei Tongxiao took a breath, carefully stopped on the stone slab in front of the door, straightened his clothes, knocked twice on the door, and said loudly:

"Sister Qinghong!"

Fei Tongxiao waited for two breaths. The courtyard door opened with a creak, and a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old walked out in two steps. She was dressed in white and smiled like an autumn moon. There was a slight sweat on her forehead. Her waist was tied with a white cloth. , is to prevent the floating dress from catching the spear, but it highlights the taste of a slim waist.

"Junior brother!"

Li Qinghong's bright eyes met Fei Tongxiao's, causing him to lower his head as if he was burned. He could only stare at a pair of white velvet brown deerskin boots on Li Qinghong's feet. Li Qinghong held the spear in his hand and said with a smile:

"But you're here to practice shooting with me?"

Fei Tongxiao nodded obediently. Seeing Li Qinghong's smiling face, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and said softly:

"Sister Qinghong, is there something happy?"

Li Qinghong grabbed his hand carelessly, let him enter the yard, crushed two pieces of snow, and said with a smile:

"Yesterday, I broke through the Yujing Wheel and gave birth to spiritual consciousness! I have achieved the fifth level of fetal breath."

Fei Tongxiao only felt his hands were warm, and Li Qinghong had just finished practicing the spear. His whole body was so hot that he blushed and walked into the yard blankly. It took several breaths before Li Qinghong let go of his hand.

"Yu Jing Lun?! It's only been three years since Sister Qinghong came to Hanyun Peak. At that time, she was only at the third level of Fetal Breath... It only took her three years to break through the second level. It's really amazing."

Li Qinghong chuckled twice and replied:

"Junior brother, you are two months behind me, but you are still at the third level of fetal breath. You need to work harder."

"I'm not as good as Sister Qinghong!"

Fei Tongxiao nodded with a smile. Li Qinghong raised his slender hand, danced the spear in his hand, and said with a smile:

"I still want to compete with my junior brother. I only use the strength of the third level of fetal breath, and I won't bully you."

After saying this, the red tassel danced, the spear was like a dragon, and it roared straight towards Fei Tong.

Fei Tongxiao had competed with Li Qinghong countless times in the past three years. Li Qinghong's lower body was light and his marksmanship was soft. Fei Tongxiao pushed the gun forward, using force to overcome the skill, and separated Li Qinghong's spear. He pushed it with his hands. The gun shot towards Li Qinghong.

Li Qinghong studied under Fei Wangbai's family for three years. Although he never learned the Fei family's third-grade marksmanship, Youlong Huiying, he also learned the rest of the marksmanship to a high degree. Although his current marksmanship is not outstanding, It could also be used against the enemy. He took a step back, jumped up with his spear, and stabbed Fei Tongxiao like a poisonous snake.

Fei Tongxiao took a step across, dodged Li Qinghong's spear, switched from stabbing to sweeping, and went towards Li Qinghong's crotch. Unexpectedly, Li Qinghong's footwork changed, and he passed over the shadow of the spear like a shadow. The spear took a step further, and struck close to the face. Fei Tongxiao was hit on the face.

"this?!"

Fei Tongxiao was immediately horrified. He didn't know how she could miraculously surpass his own shooting skills, so he had to quickly put away the gun and retreat, narrowly avoiding the blow.

Li Qinghong was unyielding and attacked Fei Tongxiao with a series of marksmanships. Fei Tongxiao retreated for a while, took dozens of moves, and raised his gun with some annoyance. There was a layer of hazy gray energy on the gun. , one blow caused Li Qinghong's spear to fly back.

Li Qinghong watched him carefully as he put his gun away and stood up. He was not angry at all and said with a smile:

"'Wandering Dragon's Shadow' is indeed a third-grade marksmanship, it's really powerful."

Fei Tongxiao put away the gun in a loud voice, filled with doubts. He looked at her and asked:

"How did Sister Qinghong evade my shooting skills?"

Li Qinghong smiled softly, raised his head slightly, and replied:

"My family has a body technique called "River Crossing Flood Step". It is also very mysterious. I have not fully mastered it yet. I only have one and a half moves, but it can be of great use."

"It turns out to be Shenfa!"

Fei Tongxiao had already made a guess, but now that it was confirmed, he nodded enviously and said:

"My eldest father told me that Senior Tongya has a very mysterious technique. It must be this technique."

Li Qinghong chatted with him for a while, and seeing that the time was almost up, he sent Fei Tongxiao out of the yard, raised his spear, closed his eyes and meditated, recalling the moment when Fei Tongxiao used "Wandering Dragon's Shadow", and murmured road:

"How on earth was the spear awn cultivated?"

After thinking carefully for a while, Li Qinghong took out the pen and ink from the room, wrote down all the insights he gained today, carefully put the books away, and thought to himself:

"There is absolutely no possibility for me to learn "Wandering Dragon's Shadow" here. I have already learned 70% to 80% of the marksmanship. The rest is just a matter of time and effort in moving the moves. My cultivation level has also reached the fifth level of fetal breath. I will have another two years. After taking the time to polish it and break through the last round, you can save up your energy to break through."

Li Qinghong wiped the spear clean, put it on the shelf, and murmured:

"I don't know what's going on with my uncle... I'll write a letter tomorrow to ask if my father has made a breakthrough in Qi training."

So he carefully closed the courtyard door, swept away all the snow in the courtyard, then climbed up, closed his eyes and crossed his legs to practice.

Fei Tongxiao walked out of the yard, his body covered in hot sweat and stimulated by the wind and snow, and he immediately shivered. Fortunately, he had the cultivation level of the third level of fetal breath, so he would definitely not catch the cold. These chills banish.

Fei Tongxiao walked briskly for a while, and saw a man standing in front of his yard with his hands behind his back. He was dressed in a flowing white robe, with a graceful demeanor and a handsome face. He stood with his eyes closed. Fei Tongxiao shrank his neck when he saw this man. , Qiqi Ai Ai stepped forward and whispered:

"Father…"

Fei Yihe slowly opened his eyes. He was Fei Wangbai's eldest son. He was at the peak of Qi training. He had a subtle expression and said:

"You went looking for that girl again."

"yes…"

Fei Tongxiao answered nervously and explained:

"The kid is just looking for her to test his shooting skills."

Fei Yihe shook his head. He was now in his fifties and had come from this age. How could he not know what Fei Tongxiao was thinking? He sighed and said sincerely:

"Xiao'er, my father has also met Li Qinghong. This woman is focused on cultivation and marksmanship, and has no intention of loving her. You'd better calm down and think about it."

Fei Tongxiao nodded silently. Seeing this, Fei Yihe knew that the child had not taken his words to heart. Looking at his lowered head and saying nothing, he thought to himself:

"Li Qinghong has a beautiful figure and looks forward to her brilliance. I just hope that this child is just interested in sex. After a few years, he will get tired of it and not be moved by any true feelings."

Fei Tongxiao lowered his head and remained silent. Fei Yihe felt distressed and asked:

"What kind of cultivation level does Li Qinghong have?"

"The five layers of fetal breath are in the Jade Capital Wheel."

Fei Yihe raised his eyebrows, slightly frightened, and said in a deep voice:

"Another breakthrough! He is only sixteen years old now, but he can be considered a genius!"

Fei Yihe's heart suddenly moved slightly. Looking at his youngest son's appearance, he murmured:

"When the time comes, I will go to the Li family to beg for you. However, this girl is so talented and it is impossible for my family to let you into the family. If she says it, it will only hurt the relationship between the two families. Your eldest father will not agree."

Fei Tongxiao finally raised his head, his expression unchanged, and said calmly:

"Father, there is no need to say any more."