In the past two years, the outer sect of the Raptors often organizes martial arts competitions. Among this group of disciples, although Du Xuan is the youngest, he is the strongest. One is the highest level of martial arts, and the other is the Qi technique he practices is Shanhai Fire Scroll, which is not comparable to other Qi techniques. Even in the challenge of going beyond level, Du Xuan defeated many senior brothers who are one level higher.
In addition to Du Xuan, among the disciples of the Du Mansion, Du Tao, Du Haobing and Du Yumu were closely following, and the three of them were equally matched. However, Du Yumu caught up step by step, which shows how hard he worked.
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On this day, Du Xuan practiced Qi skills in the back mountain as usual, while A San was waiting for the guards.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, and the leaves in the forest rustled. Strangely, the slight breeze blew by, awakening Du Xuan who was practicing. However, A San was still cross-legged not far away, and seemed to have not felt it.
Du Xuan shook his head helplessly, thinking that he was not strong in nature. So he stood up and stretched his waist. At this moment, a melodious sound of a flute came into his ears.
You should know that this forest is almost the top of the back mountain. There are few people coming here, let alone someone playing the flute. The curious Du Xuan looked in the direction where the sound of the flute came, and then looked at A San who was sitting cross-legged and closed his eyes not far away. After thinking about it, he still didn't wake up A San and walked alone in the direction where the sound of the flute came.
After walking for about a half-time journey, Du Xuan had already followed the sound of the flute to a stream. In the past, when he was thirsty in his practice, he often came here to get water to drink. At this time, a white-haired old man was sitting on the big stone by the stream!
The white-haired old man held a strange long Xiao in his hand, which was not very common. I guess the sound of the flute came from the old man. When he was three or five feet apart, Du Xuan stopped moving forward and quietly watched the old man play the flute.
"Little brother, I have disturbed you from practicing." The white-haired old man suddenly smiled.
Du Xuan was shocked. The old man did not look back, but knew that he was behind him and should be a cultivator. Then he bowed and said respectfully: "Grandpa, don't bother, it's okay, Du Xuan is just resting."
"Du Xuan? Well, this name is pretty good." The old man muttered, then turned around and looked at Du Xuan, "At a young age, he has achieved such a thing, but he is not arrogant because of his talent. It's not bad, not bad."
Du Xuan was stunned. I guess the old man should be a master of martial arts, otherwise he would not have seen through his martial arts realm at a glance. He immediately became even more respectful and said with a smile: "Grandpa praised me."
Then the conversation changed and asked, "Grandpa, why have I never seen you before?"
"Haha." The old man stroked his beard and laughed, "Come on, Du Xuan, come and sit down."
Du Xuan thought for a while, and saw the old man with a kind look on his face, he replied, "Yes."
As he said that, he walked to the old man a few steps, and without hesitation, he sat on the stone, then looked at the strange old man, blinked his eyes, and asked again: "Grandpa, what level of martial arts are you at?"
"Me? Haha, I'm not a martial artist." The old man with white hair shook his head and smiled.
Du Xuan looked at the old man in disbelief and said in surprise: "Ah? You are not a martial artist. Then what did you say just now that I have achieved such a thing? Since you are not a martial artist, how did you see it?"
The white-haired old man put away his smile and asked, "In this world, there is nothing else except martial arts practitioners?"
Du Xuan was stunned, then suddenly realized and said, "Oh! It turns out that the old man is a demon cultivator. Then, what level of demon cultivator are you?"
"It's almost the same, like Du Ziwei, your grandfather Wei." The white-haired old man replied.
"Wow." Du Xuan opened his mouth and said in surprise, "Grandpa is so powerful, he is also a great devil master? The highest level of demon cultivator! Hey, grandpa, do you know Grandpa Wei?"
The old man with white hair waved his hand and said, "I just met you for several encounters. However, a mere devil's master is not at the highest level, maybe it's just a first look at the path."
Du Xuan blinked his eyes, thought for a while, and said, "I heard that the highest level of the demon cultivator should be the Demon Saint. However, Grandpa Wei said that no one has reached the Demon Saint's realm throughout history. Therefore, the cultivation level of the great demon Taoist master today can of course be considered the highest level of the demon cultivator."
"Yes, no one has reached the Demon Saint from ancient times to the present. It's so sad, it's so lamenting." The old man with white hair chuckled, then stroked his beard and sighed, sighing.
Seeing this, Du Xuan immediately said, "Grandpa, don't be sad. Maybe you will reach this Demon Saint one day."
"Haha, you kid can speak. But it's not easy to talk about the Demon Saint." The old man with white hair squeezed out a smile, but his face was a little solemn.
After a while of silence, the old man looked at Du Xuan and said solemnly: "Du Xuan, are you willing to practice demon cultivator?"
"Demon Cultivator?" Du Xuan was startled, and then smiled, "Grandpa, I am already a martial artist, and I am at the eighth level of art! Isn't martial arts better? Why do you need to practice demon cultivator?"
"Haha, too." The old man nodded, stroked his beard and smiled.
Seeing that the old man stopped talking, Du Xuan felt a little embarrassed and stood up and said, "Grandpa, I'm going back to practice. I don't dare to stay here for a long time, so I won't be with you."
"Oh, OK." The old man seemed a little dazed and nodded dullly.
Du Xuan was quite surprised. Just as he was about to leave, he saw the white-haired old man saying again: "By the way, you and I have a fate, I will give this elixir to you. When you reach the Nine Realm of Art, you can take this elixir to help you and help you."
"This..." Du Xuan hesitated a little.
These days, I have also heard of the name of Overlord Pill. With this pill and Grandpa Wei’s meridian refining technique, as long as I practice to the Nine Realm of Art, I can break through to the Dharma Realm in one step.
Du Xuan thought for a while and refused: "Thank you, Grandpa, but Du Xuan dared not accept such precious pills as the King of Kings. Moreover, Grandpa Wei should have prepared this pill for Du Xuan."
"It's just a mere king pill, it's not a precious pill! Moreover, I'm not worse than Grandpa Wei's at all. Grandpa Wei and I have acquaintances. You don't have to refuse, just take it." The old man said, and then he forced it into Du Xuan's hand, "Don't refuse any more."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the old man suddenly lit up his feet. Then he didn't see how to use force, but he suddenly jumped high. In an instant, the figure had reached the forest in the distance and turned into a small dot. Then, he disappeared.
This scene made Du Xuan stunned for a long time. The white-haired old man was really strong! He seemed to be even more powerful than his grandfather Du Zhimu and the others. Because Du Zhimu and the others couldn't fly. Perhaps, the magic cultivator was not as bad as the master and the grandfather and the others said.
After a moment of stunned , Du Xuan finally smiled a little proudly . Since passing the martial arts exam two years ago , everyone has loved him very much , and everyone is very nice to him . After a long time , he naturally has become accustomed to enjoying this special treatment calmly .
Putting aside his thoughts, Du Xuan returned to the forest again and was about to continue practicing. But he saw Ah San passing through the forest quickly, looking around anxiously, and shouting constantly: "Young Master, Young Master!"
"Here." Du Xuan waved his hand and shouted, thinking, this San was here in time. As soon as the old man left, he came to find him.
A San ran over in Du Xuan's voice. Seeing that Du Xuan was safe and sound, he felt relieved and said, "Young Master, why did you disappear in a blink of an eye? I scared me to death."
Du Xuan rolled his eyes and thought to himself, it was still a blink of an eye, and he had a stick of incense for himself. However, he just said, "A gust of cold wind just now, I woke up, come out and walk around, go back and continue practicing."
"Oh, okay." Asan touched his head. No cold wind blew through him. He was obviously alert to his surroundings.
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It was late at night, and Du Zhimu's study room was still flashing with a faint light.
Suddenly, the cabinet on the side wall of the study turned "squeaking". Immediately afterwards, a black shadow flashed by and suddenly appeared in front of Du Zhimu, saying respectfully: "Master of the House."
"Yeah." Du Zhimu was not surprised at all, and did not raise his head, asking, "Is there something unusual today?"
The man in black bowed his hand and shook his head and said, "No. Mr. Du Xuan got up at the back mountain as usual and went to the back mountain to practice qi skills. He went down the mountain at noon and practiced sword skills at the outer gate in the afternoon. Everything was as usual."
"Well, okay, continue to protect it secretly, don't be careless." Du Zhimu still lowered his head and ordered.
"Yes." The man in black bowed and responded, and then the candlelight moved slightly, and the man in black flashed and left the secret passage behind the cabinet.
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After practicing like this, nearly a month has passed in a daze.
Du Xuan's martial arts energy became stronger and stronger, but the progress of his cultivation was far less than before. After all, the higher the realm, the thicker the martial arts energy became, and the slower the improvement. However, even so, it only takes about two or three months to get away from the Nine Arts Realm.
As for Du Yumu, Du Tao and Du Haobing, they had already broken through to the eighth level of art more than 20 days ago. Now, the Nineth level of art is just around the corner, and they naturally work harder in their practice. No one wants to be surrounded by a child who is more than three years younger than him, hoping that this time, he can use the impact on the Nineth level of art to significantly narrow the gap between them.
Today, the identity of a big family is important, but strength is even more important. Everything is almost based on strength.
Du Yujin and Du Yue, as well as nearly 30 other disciples of the Du family, are still working hard to reach the eighth level of art. Such cultivation speed is still a little worse.
In the past two years, two new groups of disciples of the Du Mansion have passed the martial arts examination and become martial arts practitioners. Benefiting from the new Shaoshu Regulations, these three groups of disciples are also slightly stronger than before. Although there are not yet twelve-year-old martial arts practitioners, there is another fourteen-year-old martial arts practitioner.
Moreover, in the past two years of martial arts examination, all disciples aged thirteen and under took the martial arts examination secretly and did not make it public. Otherwise, if the Du Mansion had successively produced martial arts geniuses, it would have to make all major families and martial arts sects suspicious. It would be inevitable to visit the door to find out, and the new training regulations will probably not be covered.