Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

After entering the Yuangang Realm, Song Lingxue became more aware of her own changes.

She could vaguely notice that there was a warm energy fluctuation in her lower abdomen, like the warm spring sun, nourishing her body.

The rapid progress of cultivation in these days is inseparable from this.

As for the origin of this energy, it is not difficult to speculate...

The only pity is that the remaining wall is too small, and there is not even a complete route map left.

Song Lingxue now tried her best to understand and explore, but she could only find the cultivation method of Yuangang realm.

The road ahead is still full of fog.

Li Mingzhou calmed down and said, "What are you going to do next?"

"Teach the great masters the method of condensing qi and transforming it into steel. Maybe someone can do what I can't do."

After Song Lingxue came to her senses, she immediately said, "There are many strange people and talented people in the world, just like Chu Zheng."

Maybe someone can see the way forward that she can't see clearly.

"Girl."

Li Mingzhou looked solemn and sighed: "You are still young and have not considered things thoroughly. People in the world are unpredictable. What you want to do is quite dangerous."

"Dazhou is not as simple as it seems on the surface. If martial arts really have a way forward, it will be a trouble for those hidden immortal sects. Can you understand? Many people may die, and you will be affected."

Speaking of this, Li Mingzhou sighed again: "You are still young, and you have a long time to come..."

"Someone once told me that death is inevitable, and it may be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather."

Song Lingxue lowered her eyes slightly: "The Immortal Sect treats me like an ant, but I don't want to be a feather. I don't want to look back on my life when I die and see it as a waste of time and nothingness."

"Before, I just wanted to live for the Song family, but now that my sister is dead, my father is sick with worry, and the Song family is gone, I want to change my life..."

In the past, she had too many things to consider, and many times, she could endure it for the sake of the Song family.

But now, the Song family is gone.

Song Lingxue swallowed what she wanted to say next, and the fire spread in her eyes, getting stronger and stronger.

If one day she becomes truly successful in martial arts and reaches the level of Lingyun...

Night Light Pavilion... Phantom Spirit Sect...

The giant sect of immortal sects in the world...

All will die...

"Then just wait."

Li Mingzhou stopped admonishing and looked coldly:

"When I condense my Qi and turn it into Gang, and then spread this method in my name, I will block the first killing blow for you."

"How can this be so? You, Li Dutong, have done me a lot of favors..."

Song Lingxue didn't expect Li Mingzhou to say such words, and her expression changed slightly.

It's not that she doesn't know the dangers involved, but if she wants to explore the path forward in martial arts as soon as possible, there are some risks that she must take.

"You speak softly, but I still have some weight in the world of secular martial arts. If I spread the word, more people will naturally be willing to try it."

Li Mingzhou waved his hand and turned around to leave without waiting for Song Lingxue to speak:

"You are more talented than me, and you are still so young. The path you can take in martial arts in the future will be further and longer than mine."

"I am almost a hundred years old, and half of my body is buried in the ground. If I can really save you from this disaster, it will be worth it."

"You are well rested. I will send someone to give you some old medicine later to replenish your qi and blood."

Looking at Li Mingzhou's retreating figure, Song Lingxue's eyes were complicated and she bowed.

Without Li Mingzhou, she would not have been able to obtain this broken wall, let alone have the skill she has now.

This is God's grace.

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At noon, the sun was high in the sky, but not even half of the sunlight could shine through, being blocked by layers of clouds.

Occasionally, a gust of wind blew by, blowing up dust and sand all over the sky, and the sky became increasingly oppressive.

This battlefield was drawn out by the Holy Land himself. It was tens of thousands of miles in radius and deserted, enough for two sects to fight bloody battles here.

The arrow is on the string and ready to go.

In front of the gate of the Phantom Sect's camp, a figure walked slowly.

When he was still more than two hundred feet away from the camp, Fu Quanliang suddenly heard a loud shout:

"Stand down! Who is coming?!"

"Fu Quanliang!"

Fu Quanliang replied loudly and secretly communicated with Chu Zheng through Tongsheng Seal:

"Now that my reputation outside is too great, I will be questioned by the elders later. Have you ever thought of a way to deal with it?"

After saying this, he felt a little uneasy: "What I'm afraid of is the art of ecstasy."

Han Yuliang is the commander of this battle, and all arrangements on the battlefield must follow his arrangements.

Fu Quanliang is now famous, and if he wants to enter the camp during the war, he will inevitably undergo quite strict inspections.

The soul of the great monk in the Condensation Realm is too powerful. He has no resistance at all when using the Phantom Spirit Technique, and it is very likely that Chu Zheng's secrets will be exposed.

"You can do whatever you want, I know it well."

After Chu Zheng sent a message, there was no more movement.

The Tongsheng Seal has great restrictions. A Qi practitioner can only use it on one living being. As a magical power, it is naturally much more than just living and dying together.

There are too many methods for those who are successful in Qi refining to target the soul. The Tongsheng Seal guarantees the support behind them. Life is at stake, so naturally they have already taken precautions against this.

Once Fu Quanliang's mind is lost, all memories related to Chu Zheng, no matter how big or small, will be buried in dust.

This is the protector.

Chu Zheng would completely disappear in Fu Quanliang's world in an instant, as if he had never been there.

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Before the camp.

Hearing Fu Quanliang's arrival, Han Yuliang came in person.

He carefully examined the outer disciple in front of him who had become famous recently.

In the early stage of Lingquan, the aura is strong and strong, and the foundation is not frivolous at all. It is not forcibly improved by pills, but it is done steadily.

Strictly speaking, Fu Quanliang is still a member of the Han family. The more potential he has, the more benefits he will bring to the Han family.

However, the war was approaching, and Han Yuliang did not take it lightly.

After verifying Fu Quanliang's identity according to the procedure, he used the phantom spirit technique to seize the mind and soul, and asked Fu Quanliang about the details of this period of time.

"Have you been to Tianhe Sect?"

"Been there." Fu Quanliang said dully.

"What are you going there for?" Han Yuliang asked.

"Doing business, earning some spiritual stones, but was disturbed by people from Yeguang Pavilion..."

"Did you kill Lai Baojiang, the elder of the outer gate of Yeguang Pavilion?"

Fu Quanliang's expression was stagnant, as if he was lost in memories. After a while, he nodded and said:

"He killed me with his sword... and then I kicked his head off."

hiss--

As soon as these words came out, many elders around him couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

In a head-on fight, Lingquan slashed into the path, and it turned out to be true.

And it happened to a low-grade immortal bone, which is incredible.

"Did you get the fairy treasure?"

"No."

Han Yuliang asked a few more questions, and after confirming that Fu Quanliang had no problem, he led him into the camp.

Seeing that Fu Quanliang passed the test safely, Chu Zheng in the distance breathed a sigh of relief.

After weighing it for a long time, he decided to wait for the opportunity and not enter the Phantom Sect camp to risk his life.

His current cultivation level is a bit too dangerous in front of a bunch of Condensation Realm monks.

In fact, this battlefield, in addition to Chu Zheng, also attracted many casual cultivators, and there were many people who had the same idea as him.