Chapter 11

"You step into the four grades of skin refining and consume 25 Sudian pills. It's not allowed to say to anyone, even your closest ones. So just now, you should have lied to me!"

In the house, Wuyang sits on the futon and says to the south wind. The shock in his eyes hasn't receded.

Wuyang's house is not as beautiful as other women's, just like his, it is very simple, with a bed, a small table, several chairs, and a sitting Futon.

"Master, I don't want to cheat you, because you are the best person to me except my father." Nanfeng said with a smile.

"Poor mouth Wuyang light way, but still can see Wuyang face that obscure joy.

"Well, let's not talk about it. I've selected a set of skills that are very suitable for you, but it depends on whether you have the perseverance to practice." Wu Yang said seriously.

"Master, what skill?"

Later, Wuyang took out a very shabby sheepskin roll from his arms and handed it to Nanfeng.

"Jiuxuan forging is the final choice!" When he opened the scroll, Nanfeng saw the name of the skill.

"This jiuxuan forging skill was created by an elder who had no spiritual pulse like you tens of thousands of years ago. It's comparable to the highest level of Xuan." Wuyang explained.

"It's created by the predecessors who have no spirit pulse. It's the top grade of Xuan class!" Hearing this, the south wind shakes the channel.

"Yes, people all think that it is impossible to practice without spiritual pulse, but the elder didn't believe it. He took the body as the pulse and absorbed the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth into the flesh and blood and cells to practice." Wu Yang said.

"In the end, the master's realm reached the realm of" sudden bone "and transcended all living beings' understanding of martial arts cultivation. Moreover, because of the body as the pulse, the physical body of the master is stronger than many congenital spirits, and can compete with many congenital spirits."

"In this way, the whole martial arts world has set off a wave of taking the body as the pulse. Those who are not clever all follow the example of the elder. But they have no great perseverance and patience. No one has succeeded in thousands of years, and the cultivation of taking the body as the pulse has been forgotten by the world."

"However, the skill of Jiu Xuan forging, which was created by the elder himself, has been handed down."

"Master, I admire that elder!" After hearing this, Nanfeng said heavily.

"So, next, if you want to succeed on the road of cultivation, you must have great perseverance and patience." Wuyang said, "you can cultivate to the fourth grade of skin refining without spiritual pulse. I believe you have this qualification."

"Master, you can rest assured that you will never forget your perseverance and patience." South wind replied.

Even if Nanfeng has spiritual pulse, he will never forget his great perseverance and patience, because his father is waiting for him all the time

"Well, from today on, you can practice jiuxuan forging, hoping to make it shine again." Wu Yang said.

"There are two important conditions for practicing jiuxuan forging. One is the strength of the body, and the other is the huge blood. Tomorrow morning, you will go to the outer kitchen hall to buy some ferocious animals' blood and flesh for leather refining."

"I see, master!"

The outer kitchen hall is a special place for the disciples to eat meat. It has a lot of fresh flesh and blood of fierce beasts in the skin refining realm, and there are many kinds.

The next morning, Nanfeng came to the outer kitchen hall. He didn't attract the attention of the disciples who went in and out of the outer kitchen hall. He spent 20 silver coins to buy 10 jin of the flesh and blood of the fierce beast, which was the product of the outer kitchen hall. Nanfeng was ready to leave.

However, it was always a coincidence that he met "Acquaintances".

"Oh! Isn't this young master Fengda? After being a turtle for two days, he finally shows his head! " The strange cry immediately attracted the attention of many disciples.

I saw two men and a woman walking towards me. They were Nanyun, Nanyan and another Xuezong disciple in white. Nanfeng had never seen him before.

However, looking at Nan Yan holding his arm and being intimate, Nan Feng knew that this might be their new backer.

"Get out of the way, good dog is out of the way!" Seeing Nan Yun and Nan Yan, Nan Feng's intention to kill them is to rise in clusters. He wants to crush them to death immediately, so he says coldly.

"I'll go. The boy must be a newcomer. How dare he say such a thing in front of Heng Shao." When he heard Nanfeng's words, all the disciples around him were discussing the Tao and watching Nanfeng gloat.

Sure enough, the disciple in thick clothes was not happy in his eyes.

"Nan Yun, break his finger!" Without the slightest hesitation, the horizontal little condescending said.

After that, a big hand went back to Nan Yan's fat buttocks and continued to work, causing Nan Yan a burst of shame. He didn't look at Nan Feng in his eyes at all.

"A hand is to break a finger. It's hengshao!" After hearing this, the disciples all around discussed the Tao again. Looking at Heng Shao, they were full of fear. Looking at Nanfeng again, they were still gloating.

"Tut tut! Young master Fengda, I'm so sorry that I asked you to break one of your fingers. " Clapping his hands, Nan Yun looked at Nan Feng insidiously and said with a smile, "however, we are a family after all. Give yourself a choice, which finger to break."With that, Nan Yun was lost in thought It seems that Nanfeng is really thinking about it.

According to the regulations of Xuezong, no killers are allowed to be killed among the brothers of the same sect.

But Nan Yun knows that all the disciples know that it's just a rule for the weak, and hengshao's backstage doesn't have to let him abide by this rule. Let alone Duan Nanfeng, a finger of a disciple outside the gate, even if he breaks an arm, Xuezong's senior officials won't look at it.

Therefore, after receiving the order of hengshao, Nan Yun certainly dares to make a move without scruple.

"Oh! I remember that this boy is a traitor of the south family. He is the one who has been rumored in our family for the past two days and has no spiritual pulse. " At this time, a sudden realization of the voice sounded.

Immediately, all eyes are focused on Nanfeng.

"I'll go. This boy is the one who has no spirit pulse and practices to the third grade of skin refining."

"What's the matter with the three products of skin refining? It's just a waste without spiritual pulse. It's also a delusion to step on the road of searching for martial arts. Today, Wang Shao broke his finger to make him sober."

"That's right, let him sober up, we Xuezong such clan, is not a guy without spiritual pulse can come in."

"Hum!" Hearing these comments, Nan Yan pursed his proud little mouth and gave a cold hum to the south wind. Then he leaned shyly to Heng Shao's arms.

"Master Feng, have you thought about it?" South cloud a little impatient, evil smile asks a way.

"Think about it." South breeze light reply way.

"Ha ha! This boy is scared to be silly. He is really a waste without spiritual pulse. " Hearing Nanfeng's words, the disciples around burst into laughter.