Heavenly practice

Chapter 119

The teenagers were silent at once, except for those who had stepped into Qi refining and even approached Foundation Establishment.

"Tsk tsk, look, when you mention cultivation, you'll faint. Do you still want to go to the Qinglin Festival?"

"I couldn't even go..."

Elder Ming Xin has no airs, and usually looks like an old urchin, so the disciples are not afraid of him, so he whispered something immediately.

Elder Ming Xin raised his eyebrows immediately, and stared at the boy, "What are you talking about?"

"Although it is said that one can obtain qualifications by stepping into the Qi refining stage, aren't those who really enter are foundation builders?" said the young man.

"Who told you that the one who went there must be the Foundation Establishment?"

Ming Xin frowned, glanced around, "You all think so?"

There was silence below, and he blew on his beard in a heart-warming manner.

"You guys are really... Do you know Xiao Wuya? He went to the Qinglin Grand Meeting during the Qi refining period, and later stabbed a Nascent Soul cultivator at the early stage of Jindan. Do you dare to say that strength is strength?"

Ming Xin glanced at Shen Zhuo, "Say it!"

"Of course not." Shen Zhuo replied.

Zhao Kongyuan knew that he was just refining Qi, so he immediately sneered, "How dare you say that!"

Shen Zhuo glanced at him lightly, "A fight?"

Everyone was taken aback, even Zhao Kongyuan was taken aback, and then laughed.

"Are you kidding? You? Hit me?"

"Is that what the elders mean?"

Shen Zhuo looked at Ming Xin, knowing in his heart that the other party must want him to be a model to cheer up these children, so he just took it.

Ming Xin didn't show his mind when he was seen through, and said with a straight face, "Then you two have a fight."

Zhao Kongyuan is a disciple of Penglai, he has two spiritual roots of gold and earth, and he has no shortage of qualifications and resources. He has already stepped into the threshold of foundation building half a month ago, and Shen Zhuo has only five spiritual roots, and more than one It was only a month ago that they stuttered and gasped, and there was no progress until now. When everyone stood outside the door, they were all anxious, but even Long Xiang didn't speak, so they naturally couldn't say anything.

"Let me give you three moves first?" Zhao Kongyuan casually asked with a sword in his hand.

"That way you won't even have the chance to draw your sword."

Shen Zhuo smiled, "I'll let you draw out your sword first."

Zhao Kongyuan's eyes sharpened, and he immediately drew his sword and stabbed at it. There was a faint white glow on the edge of the ordinary sword.

"Is that sword energy released?"

"No, it's just a prototype. After all, he hasn't stepped into the foundation."

The teenagers watching worriedly looked at Long Xiang, but found that the other party was unusually calm.

"Then let's do it."

After Shen Zhuo said this with the corner of his mouth hooked, he suddenly disappeared in front of Zhao Kongyuan's sword out of thin air.

Zhao Kongyuan's pupils shrank, and the next moment his scalp felt cold, he heard exclamations from around him.

"one move."

The faint voice sounded like thunder behind him, and Zhao Kongyuan turned around abruptly.

Shen Zhuo was wearing that suit, standing there lazily, holding a bamboo flute in his hand, pointing at his eyebrows.

Zhao Kongyuan stared at him firmly.

"You lost." Shen Zhuo said.

Zhao Kongyuan suddenly gave a cold smile, swung the bamboo flute in front of him violently, raised his sword and struck down.

"Stop!" Ming Xin yelled.

Long Xiang's eyes turned cold, and the long sword in his hand moved slightly.

Shen Zhuo made a counting gesture with his fingers, and quickly moved a few times, bunches of dancing silver lights flashed in his palm like dancing elves.

The next moment Zhao Kongyuan flew backwards as if hitting a wall, lying on the ground and crying out in pain.

A silver light flashed in his hands, Shen Zhuo gathered his clothes, breathed on his palms, turned around and left without looking at Zhao Kongyuan.

The bottom was dumbfounded.

"Get out!"

Ming Xin glanced at Zhao Kongyuan who was slowly getting up, and scolded him with a straight face, "It doesn't matter if you lose!"

Zhao Kongyuan wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and lowered his eyes indignantly.

"The list of candidates to participate in the Qinglin Grand Meeting will be announced in three days."

Ming Xin left with a flick of his sleeves after leaving these words, and the people behind him immediately exploded, surrounding Shen Zhuo and asking what happened just now.

"This is my card for self-defense, I can't tell you guys casually." Shen Zhuo replied half-jokingly.

So they didn't ask any more questions, just kept praising him, Shen Zhuo smiled and said nothing.

Zhao Kongyuan turned to leave, Long Xiang looked at him coldly, and suddenly saw that the hem of the other party's clothes seemed to have been cut off by a sword, his eyes moved slightly, he looked up and found that there was one person missing at some point.

The meaning of this class is very strange. Since the quota has already been reduced, why do you have to play such a show on them?

After careful consideration, everyone immediately regretted it. This is clearly the last test of the selection!

Since ancient times, the most important thing for monks to cultivate immortality is the state of mind. If the mind is not strong, there is no way to become an immortal, and Zhentianmen is more focused on sword cultivation, and the state of mind is more important. If you pass the test just now, maybe those who were not selected will go, but Those who were originally selected may be squeezed out.

"Shen Zhuo, did you know something in advance? After all, Elder Mingxin appreciates you the most." Someone replied sourly.

"how is this possible."

Everyone thought about it, so they asked casually.

Shen Zhuo greeted everyone and left. On the way, Long Xiang never asked him what happened to the move just now, but Shen Zhuo took the initiative to tell him.

"Formation?"

Long Xiang recalled the first time he met Shen Zhuo, "Didn't you use formations when we first met?"

"It's different. At that time, I didn't step into the cultivation of immortals. I didn't know much about the aura of heaven and earth. I just used the terrain to seize the aura of the dantian in the human body. , not formations."

Shen Zhuo opened his palm, countless silver runes floated up and down like snowflakes,

He moved his fingers slightly, and those complicated and mysterious silver runes were combined together like life, sometimes round, sometimes square, sometimes irregular, and even three-dimensional, fantastic and gorgeous, very eye-catching.

Long Xiang was astonished, and hesitated for a moment before saying, "The formation I've seen...isn't like this."

Shang Yin was congenitally weak, so she was good at medicine and formations. During this period of time, because Xuanyu left her, she had to strengthen Long Xiang's soul more frequently. Naturally, Long Xiang could often see her use formations, but every time Shang Yin set up formations You have to make seals, and even observe the flow of spiritual energy. It takes a while to arrange more complicated formations, and some even require rare materials, but Shen Zhuo can use them as freely as if holding chopsticks in his hand. never seen.

"At the beginning of the world, when the prehistoric world was ignorant, when the four innate spirits ravaged the world, the human race was the first to draw the runes to communicate with the heaven and the earth, so that they could use the aura of the heaven and earth to fight against the gifted alien beasts, and as the human race finally The establishment of ancient dynasties and tribes gradually became more complicated through the communication of runes, and gradually formed formations, which are the ones I just showed you."

"Then our current cultivation method..."

"That's right, they all evolved from formations."

Shen Zhuo stopped and looked at him jokingly, "What, ruined the Three Views?"

Long Xiang shook his head, "It's just..."

"Just wondering how I know this?"

"You always keep it from me."

Long Xiang suddenly sighed helplessly, and looked at him with a smile, "If you want to say it, then say it, if you don't want to say it, then forget it."

That smile carried the brilliance of a young man, but also a hint of maturity and stability. Shen Zhuo looked at the face of the young man in front of him who didn't know when the lines became tough, and the figure who was as tall as himself. For a while, he was in a daze. When did the protagonist grow up so much?

"Teaching swords in the afternoon."

"..."

"Uncle Shang Yin has warned me thousands of times."

"……All right."

Long Xiang smiled and straightened the skirt for him, raised his hand across his face, and brushed a lock of long hair on his forehead for him.

Shen Zhuo was slightly stunned, took half a step back calmly, and said with a smile, "This hair should be cut, it's really troublesome to comb every day."

"No trouble, I can help you." Long Xiang replied calmly.

Shen Zhuo smiled slightly, and pursed the corners of his mouth. He suddenly felt something when he raised his foot forward. He looked back, and saw a piece of white robe flashing away.

Shen Zhuo recognized that it was the same student uniform as theirs, but he couldn't think of who it was.

"what happened?"

"fine."

"Pure fox said it was hungry."

"...It's hungry every day."