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Xu Qingzhi gazed at the youth in front of him. Although Li Tongxuan was still young and even had two streams of mucus flowing from his nose, it seemed from the exchange just now that this little fellow could not be underestimated.

"Brother Qing, be careful!"

Li Tongxuan's pupils constricted and his immature face revealed an incongruous seriousness. The large willow tree in the courtyard was blown away by the wind created by Li Tongxuan's galloping, causing countless thin and long willow leaves to fall.

"Destroying the Heavens!"

His fists were like hammers, Xu Qingzhi did not dare to underestimate him. As his inner strength surged, he used his seventh grade inner strength to the maximum as he brazenly met the attack head on!

Boom!

The instant the two collided, Xu Qingzhi was sent flying. Fortunately, Li Tongxuan only had brute force, and not a single strand of inner strength existed within his body. Although it made Xu Qingzhi look extremely pathetic, he was not injured.

As the dust settled, Xu Qingzhi staggered out. Looking at Li Tongxuan who was similarly swaying, he couldn't help but bitterly smile. He was sent flying, but this brat didn't even take half a step back. It was just that his body wasn't stable enough. Xu Qingzhi finally believed in Li Shiji's words of praise for Li Tongxuan. He had not expected that a martial arts man could reach such a level just by relying on his physical strength. Xu Qingzhi couldn't help but think that compared to that Buddhist cultivator of the King Kong stage, this was called King Kong.

"Brother Qing is amazing …" Even with such little strength, it was enough to make Tong'er feel dizzy. "

It was obvious that the little fellow had yet to react from its confusion. Hearing Li Tongxuan's sincere praise, Xu Qingzhi bitterly smiled. If you say you praise people, then just praise them; you even have to add that your strength is so small. However, you can also see that Li Tongxuan's thoughts were extremely pure. When he thought of this, Xu Qingzhi felt a wave of doubt. After these few days of contact with Marquis An, he had a definite understanding of this cunning old fox. This made him feel funny. Why did this father and son pair leave the two extremes?

Xu Qingzhi rubbed Li Tongxuan's head. Although this child was lustful when he saw women, Xu Qingzhi could feel that Li Tongxuan's heart was very clean.

"My dad doesn't call me martial arts, otherwise I could have that kind of thing like Big Brother Qing … "Inner force."

Xu Qingzhi was somewhat suspicious. If Li Tongxuan was so talented, then he would definitely be much better at martial cultivation than he was. If he was not allowed to cultivate, could it be that this child would learn the profound ability?

"Why is that? Have you angered your Master to the point that she left? " Xu Qingzhi smiled as he looked at Li Tongxuan, only to see that the little fellow had an unconvinced expression.

"No, it's all because of that monk in colorful clothes. He said that if I want to live, then I shouldn't practice martial arts. As long as there is any inner force in my body, my body will explode and I will die."

Presumably, the words he had just spoken were very frightening. As Li Tongxuan spoke up to this point, he subconsciously shrunk his neck back.

"Oh? Big Monk Cai Yi? If you practice martial arts, you will die? This is the first time I've heard of it. "

"That's right, that's right. However, that monk also said that it's not that I cannot become very powerful, it's just that the time is not right yet, the time is not coming."

Xu Qingzhi shook his head. This was especially true for the two buddhist sects. They always liked to come up with things that were profound and mysterious within the clouds. Moreover, how could a buddhist disciple walk while wearing colorful clothes? Wasn't this a joke? Needless to say, most of the Buddhist families were now part of the Martial Kingdom, and only some disciples like Su Dingfang had come to Chu. If he did not help, he would have killed Su Dingfang and caused Old Monk Qing Lian to fall into an unexpected situation.

However, seeing Li Tongxuan's expression, he did not doubt this matter at all. Xu Qingzhi did not intend to expose the ties in this little fellow's heart. Sometimes having a beautiful dream was much better than facing an ice-cold reality.

"Really! Big Brother Qing, you believe in me. "

Seeing Xu Qingzhi's laughing expression, Li Tongxuan unwillingly clenched his fists and swung them.

He looked just like a little tiger.

"Xu Qingzhi!" Did you steal my big elbow again! "Huh?"

With Wu Lin's unique skill of roaring like a lion in the river, Xu Qingzhi was startled. He looked around in search of the nearest escape route. However, Mo Yunchang made the first move afterwards, and with sword in hand, she arrived in front of Xu Qing.

"Witch, have mercy …"

Seeing the sword on his neck, Xu Qinghui very unconfidently begged for mercy.

"This is already not the first or second time. Let me tell you about Xu Qingzhi!" If you steal my big elbow again, then this lady's sword will let you see your own buttocks! "

Mo Yunchang came and went like the wind, she said some harsh words and left. En, she headed towards the kitchen of the Hou Mansion.

Xu Qingzhi subconsciously used all his strength to turn his head to look at his own buttocks. He really wanted to say, I can see it. But he knew, if he really told Mo Yunchang the reality of his grief, then Mo Yunchang would definitely kill him because of his "cute" body that couldn't be mentioned by others.

Xu Qing wanted to live, so in the past few days, he had learned a white lie.

Old Wang gave him a thumbs up.

While he was enjoying himself here, Li Tongxuan was baffled by what he saw. How did the elegant and elegant Elder Brother Qing become like this in the blink of an eye …

"Sigh, you're still young, you don't understand. In this world, you can't win against women. When you think you've won, you usually lose."

Li Tongxuan solemnly nodded.

Many years later, Xu Qinghui really wanted to turn around and slap himself to death. The person who said these words to Li Tongxuan was the person he thought he was superior at, the person who said that he couldn't win against a woman, the person who had caused him so much trouble.

However, the current Xu Qingzhi did not have such insights.

"Brother Qing, I'll come back and fight with you in a few days." I'll come back when I've learned the second form of the Three Styles of Heaven's Inquisition. "Don't go, Brother Qing."

With two streams of snot hanging from his nose, Li Tongxuan eagerly ran out.

The three forms of Heaven's Inquisition, the first form of Heaven's Destruction, the second form of Heaven's Concealment, and the third form of Heaven's Inquisition. According to Li Tongxuan, this was the mental cultivation method taught to him by the monk CaiYi. It was interesting that although he did not practice martial arts, he could not cultivate even the slightest bit of inner strength.

Xu Qinghzhi stretched his body and leisurely walked to the large willow tree. He contentedly lay down and basked in the sun.

In the past few days, he had more or less been able to guess Marquis An's intentions. The first thing he could be certain of was that this person did not look like a lackey's foppish playboy like he did on the surface, but was instead quite shrewd. In addition, Xu Qingzhi did not know why, but he felt that this man, Pickup Li, had an unspeakable bond with Chu Huainan or the Northwest. This bond allowed him to be loyal to Chu Huainan to the point of being loyal to him.

To Xu Qinzhi, this was enough. Thus, he no longer had any distrust towards the Marquis of Tranquil East. This way, the two of them would intentionally or unintentionally chat and Xu Qingzhi would receive a lot of information.

The marquis' plan was to make him hide his strength, but he would secretly contact some trustworthy people to build up his momentum at a suitable time. The pursuit of a quiet place was already astonishing, making everyone forget about him. But now, in front of everyone's eyes, he had already reached a height that they couldn't give him.

Without a doubt, the marquis' plan was the safest, but he didn't even know when the opportunity would appear. Just this method of secretly creating momentum required a long time of planning. If they were too impatient, it would be revealed. But Xu Qinzhi, or perhaps the Northwest, did not have that much time.

Before Xu Qingzhi left, he already felt that Chu Huainan's condition was very strange, including his tone, actions, and so on. This made him feel very flustered, but he could not put his finger on it. If Xu Qingzhi had seen the scene of ten thousand frost blades crossing the river, he would probably have associated it with the way it had seemed the night before when the Frost Blade Camp had set out to chat about family matters.

No one knew. Perhaps only Wang Mingyang knew how big the gap between Wang Mingyang and the people of this world was. Now, Chu Yinan knew.

Xu Qingzhi could not wait. He knew that Chu Yinan could not wait. If not for his appearance, perhaps Chu Huainan would have been able to hand over the 400,000 cavalry soldiers from the northwest without any worries. Xu Qingzhi even had the feeling that Chu Yinan didn't care about the power and influence he held. If he wanted to remove his own military power, he would have done so. However, Chu Huainan was also very fond of the soldiers and eggs that he had brought with him from the northwest. If Chu Huainan was under the military command, the first person to react would not be Chu Huainan himself, but the soldiers under him. However, why couldn't Emperor Chu understand such a simple logic?

Xu Qinghui gave a long sigh. Now that he thought about it, he truly did feel like he was in a dream. A few months ago, he was just a scholar who harbored a small dream of pursuing his studies, but today, he had become the "crown prince" of the political whirlpools. Xu Qingzhi could not help but marvel at the wonders of life.

Taking a deep breath, Xu Qingzhi cleared his mind. Even though he was still lying under the willow tree, no matter how he looked at it, he seemed to have fallen asleep. However, only Xu Qing knew that this was his one and only unique ability. Ever since he had started practicing martial arts, he had gradually gained a deeper understanding of the Netherworld Sword Seed within his body. Especially when he heard from Wang Jing that out of the millions of weapons in the world, only Wang Mingyang's Netherworld Sword had been able to condense a sword seed. He thought this method was an act of heaven.

It was this Netherworld Sword Seed. The more Xu Qing experienced it, the more shocked he became. While the Green Lotus Monk was suppressing Su Dingfang's fury with the scent of sandalwood, Xu Qingzhi felt something different about the Netherworld Sword Seed within his body, as if it were a living being. Xu Qingzhi could feel the release of every breath from the Netherworld Sword Seed, just like a human breath.

At this moment, Xu Qingzhi was using the "breath" of the Netherworld Sword Seed in his body to comprehend a kind of profound and mysterious conception. Xu Qingzhi could not say just what sort of feeling this was, but every time he circulated this kind of cultivation technique, he would always feel that he had twice the results with half the effort.

He was certain that this was an unprecedented cultivation method, because even Wang Jing had never heard of such a method. Xu Qing had a faint feeling that he had picked up a big bargain. Perhaps the most precious thing in Wang Mingyang's lifetime was not the Evil Warding Sword Technique, but rather this sword seed.

The sun was very warm, and Xu Qingzhi's entire body was emitting a warm feeling. Suddenly, it became very cold. Liu Ye seemed to be frightened, so she wrinkled her brows in grievance. However, in the blink of an eye, that coldness receded like the tidewater without leaving a trace. Replacing it was that tranquility and tranquility, but before long, that coldness arrived once more as promised … Just like this, Xu Qingzhi continued to circulate the Righteous Noble Sword's mental cultivation method taught to him by Wang Jing, perfectly matching the 'breath' of the Nether Spring Sword Seed to form a cycle with the 'breath' of the sword.

In the past few days, Xu Qingzhi had been constantly nurturing his foundation through this method. But the results have not been very significant so far. Xu Qing had a vague feeling that something was holding him back. Perhaps, it was time for him to advance!

The fastest speed of improvement was from the sixth to the ninth grade of the mortal world. Xu Qingzhi was already at the peak of the seventh grade. No matter how cultured he was, he would not be able to make any progress. Understanding this point, Xu Qingzhi began to circulate his Righteous Qi, temporarily slowing down the release of the Netherworld Sword Seed's sword intent so that the two would not clash.

His previous breakthroughs had been smooth sailing, especially with the help of the Green Lotus Monk, who had managed to comprehend his sword intent. His cultivation was even more natural.

But today, Xu Qinghui was at a loss as to what to do. While his true qi was circulating crazily, the suppressed Serene Spring Sword Intent did not stay dormant as usual, but following the circulation of his true qi, it also continuously released the unique Serene Spring Sword Intent. His true qi also began to reject this external force.

Xu Qing felt the stabbing pain from his meridians and finally began to panic a little. He felt a little regretful that his advancement had been too sudden. He probably knew what the problem was. The things in his body were too messy.

The sword intent that he had developed in advance was still okay. After all, it belonged to him and could be used as a guide. The Righteous Qi that Wang Jing had imparted was also more suitable for his sword intent. The two could be said to complement each other to a certain extent. However, the Netherworld Sword species were different. Although this was Wang Mingyang's lifetime of painstaking effort, Xu Qingzhi was not cultivated by himself in the end. Instead, he had obtained it by mistake, which resulted in his rejection of the sword.

Before, Xu Qingzhi had not yet comprehended his own sword intent and could barely use the Righteous Qi that Wang Jing had imparted to him to complement the Netherworld Sword Intent. But now that Xu Qingzhi already had his own sword intent, the spring naturally would not lower its head so easily. To put it bluntly, this was a fight for the lead.

Xu Qingzhi still did not have the ability to completely integrate the two. He could only struggle to control his Taiji Sword Intent. The endless taiji Intent Domain swept up, stopping the wild dog like Serenity Sword Intent.

It was at this critical moment of his breakthrough that Xu Qing needed to use his Taiji Sword Intent to assist him in breaking through the barrier. His progress was too fast, and if he did not have the assistance of his sword intent, he would most likely fail this attempt. He no longer cared about the Ghostly Spring Sword Intent, enduring the pain while the Taiji Sword Intent surged with his zhen Qi to attack the blocked meridian.

"Cough …"

Xu Qingzhi coughed up a mouthful of blood. He casually wiped it with the back of his hand. Although his face was pale, he still happily smiled.

Sixth grade, complete.