The Emperor Comes to the Heavens

Chapter 60 Level Up
When he came back to his senses, Qingxuan spit out a mouthful of turbid air, there was no wave in his eyes, and the sharp breath in his body was restrained to the extreme, looking like an ordinary young man.

Back to Basics.

With his right hand resting on the hilt of the sword, as the sharp aura rose to the sky, there was a sound of a long sword being unsheathed, and the cold light pierced the sky, as bright as stars in the dark night.

With the long sword back in its sheath, Qingxuan's aura dissipated into nothingness, as freely retractable as Zhang Sanfeng.

Originally, he thought that if he wanted to cultivate the sword drawing technique to the state of returning to nature, he needed to achieve the state of drawing the sword silently, but now it seems that he was thinking too much.

Thinking of the system prompt in his mind, Qingxuan frowned, and a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.

"System, can you improve your sword drawing skills?"

"Back to the host, sword drawing is only the foundation, and the use of system points can improve the level."

The cold system prompt made Qingxuan startled slightly, and said, "Promote."

"Ding, the host points are less than 5000, and the level of sword drawing cannot be improved."

As soon as the reminder sounded, the muscles on Qingxuan's face twitched violently a few times, suppressing the complicated emotions in his heart, and his face returned to calm.

and many more.

Drawing swordsmanship can improve the level, so what about the lightness skills given by the system, as well as the medical skills and alchemy skills instilled in oneself?

"System, stepping on the snow without trace, can the medical and alchemy skills be improved?"

"Ding, stepping on the snow without trace, both medical skills and alchemy skills can be improved."

Hearing this, Qingxuan finally had a smile on his cheeks, and it was as expected that he could improve.

Thinking of the thin spiritual energy between heaven and earth, Qingxuan asked excitedly: "How many points do I need to improve alchemy?"

"Ding, 2500 system points are required to upgrade alchemy to the second rank, and the host's points are insufficient, so it cannot be upgraded."

As soon as the system notification sounded, Qingxuan's eyes lit up. He only needed 2500 system points, which was much cheaper than drawing a sword.

As long as he is completing a task, he can improve his alchemy skills. A complete second-grade alchemist with experience in alchemy recipes will definitely speed up his cultivation speed a lot.

Temporarily suppressing the excitement in his heart, Qing Xuan gradually calmed down.

During this trip to Wudang Mountain, he practiced drawing swordsmanship to the state of returning to nature, and also obtained some useful information for him, which can be said to be very fruitful.

The long sword hung back to his waist, Qingxuan turned and walked towards the bamboo house.

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng sitting on the futon, Qingxuan thanked him slightly and said, "Thank you, Daoist Zhang, for your fulfillment."

"Hehe, you don't have to be polite, little friend. Because of this, the old man also thought of some interesting things from his youth, and he was in a good mood."

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand. In his opinion, with Qingxuan's martial arts aptitude and comprehension, even without his help today, the latter will take that step sooner or later.

"Oh, my disciples are back. The handbook of Taiji swordsmanship is in the library. I will ask them to take my little friend to get it."

As soon as Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, there was a sound of footsteps outside the bamboo house.

Afterwards, three middle-aged men wearing Wudang practice uniforms and swords hanging from their waists walked into the bamboo house. The three were Wudang Song Yuanqiao and Yin Liting Yu Moshenggu.

"Master."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly, and said, "Well, what's the result?"

Song Yuanqiao and Yin Liting raised their eyes slightly from Mo Shenggu, seeing Zhang Sanfeng entertaining guests, they were all surprised.

You know, even if they usually don't come up to the top of Wudang Mountain, unless they have something important to report, for decades, they haven't seen their master entertain anyone.

Even if Emei sent Miejue Shitai to come, the master refused the door on the grounds of retreat.

But now, they are entertaining a young man, so how can they not be surprised.

Looking back, Song Yuanqiao said in a solemn tone: "Master, this time the six major sects besieged Mingjiao and suffered heavy losses. Finally, when Mingjiao was destroyed, Yuan soldiers went to Guangmingding to encircle and suppress..."

Next, Song Yuanqiao blew up Guangmingding and told the tragic death of 1000 yuan soldiers.

Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng narrowed his deep eyes.

As for the heavy losses that the six major factions would have in besieging Guangmingding, he had already expected it, but the final encirclement and suppression of Yuan soldiers and the bombing of Guangmingding made him very shocked.

It is not difficult to guess that someone secretly planned to deal with the Mingjiao, or the six major factions, or was it aimed at Yuan soldiers?

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng deep in thought, Song Yuanqiao, Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu standing aside, a smile appeared on Qing Xuan's face, and he calmly took a sip of tea.

Qingxuan had expected the loss of Yuan soldiers, but he didn't expect Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji to survive such a huge explosive.

Zhang Wuji was lucky to say that after all, he had practiced the Nine Suns Manual and possessed internal strength comparable to that of a top expert, but Zhao Min was just an ordinary woman who knew how to punch and embroider her legs, so she must be protected by a master.

Now, the disciples of the six major sects have suffered countless injuries, the Ming Cult survives in name only, and dark tides are surging in the rivers and lakes.

However, Qingxuan didn't care about it, even if it was chaotic, it had nothing to do with him.

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng had come to his senses, but there were some things he couldn't figure out at all, and he said in a flat tone: "Peace my disciple, this is little friend Qingxuan, take him to Zangshuge to learn the Taiji swordsmanship."

"Master, apart from these, the disciple has one more thing to report."

"What else?"

Song Yuanqiao exclaimed: "When we were besieging Mingjiao, we met Wuji's nephew. The poison of Xuanming God's Palm in his body has been completely eliminated, and he has also practiced a high-level martial arts. Although his realm is low, his internal strength is unbearable. Than the ultimate master."

"Fortune and fate are great, comparable to a top expert, not bad."

Hearing that Zhang Wuji was still alive, Zhang Sanfeng was overjoyed, but because sitting in front of him was a monstrous martial arts prodigy, his mood became a little lighter.

Seeing his master's reaction, Song Yuanqiao, Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu were slightly taken aback.

That's a top master, a realm that many warriors can't reach in their lifetime. Zhang Wuji's achievement at such a young age shows the strength of his talent.

Judging from the current situation, it is inevitable for the latter to surpass them in the future, and may even reach the realm of the master. Why do they react so little?
"Okay, the old man knows, you go."

"Yes, Master."

In response, Song Yuanqiao saluted, looked at Qingxuan, and respectfully said: "Young Hero Qingxuan, please come with us."

Qingxuan glanced at Song Yuanqiao, with a strange expression on his face. If the latter knew that he had abolished his precious son, would he be so polite to him.

"Really Zhang, take your leave."

After finishing speaking, Qingxuan left behind Song Yuanqiao and the others.

When they left the top of the mountain, Zhang Sanfeng withdrew his gaze, turned his deep eyes to look out of the window, and sighed: "It's an eventful autumn."

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