In the courtyard, Yang Ningfeng sat cross-legged in a bucket filled with blood-red medicinal liquid. He crossed his hands and made a strange seal in front of him. His eyes were closed tightly and his breathing was steady and strong.
With every breath he took, the blood-red liquid in the barrel faded a few times. The blood-red liquid that could be seen by the naked eye emitted a faint blood-red mist, slowly rising to the top of his head, and then from the top of his head.
After getting into his body, as the blood-red mist continued to enter the body, Yang Ningfeng's originally pale face became more red and became rosy.
As if aware of the rapid recovery of his body and the rapid reduction of his injuries, Yang Ningfeng's face slowly began to show a shallow smile of relief.
Just over an hour later, Yang Ningfeng's dark eyes opened.
"call!"
Slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air from his chest, Yang Ningfeng became more energetic, and his face looked better than before he was injured. Looking at the Xuehu Jianlai lying on the rocking chair, he said happily: "Senior, you
This liquid is so miraculous! I suffered such a serious injury and it healed so quickly. If this liquid is sold, it will definitely be a hot commodity."
Practitioners, who can guarantee that they will not be injured?
"Of course, we don't care who prepared it. But if you don't want to make money, you don't need this little money now! However, if you want to learn, I can teach you how to prepare this medicine.
Sludge, you can use this to treat the injured in need of treatment in the future." The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit turned over and looked at Yang Ningfeng who was still sitting in the medicine bucket and said.
"Okay! Of course I want to learn."
Yang Ningfeng's face lit up, and he took the clothes lying beside him in his hand, then got out of the medicine bucket and quickly put on his clothes.
"Listen, I'm also optimistic about this."
The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit turned over and flew up, landing next to Yang Ningfeng. Then he waved his hand, and a new wooden bucket filled with half a bucket of water appeared in front of him. Then the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit flipped his hand, and a medicinal plant appeared in front of him.
Hold the medicine in your hand, and then start to say the names of the medicinal materials while explaining how to prepare them.
In fact, it is not difficult to prepare the medicinal solution. What is difficult is to know which medicinal material requires how much quantity, which medicinal material is put first and which medicinal material is put last. It is tedious but not complicated.
Soon, the water in the barrel turned blood red like the medicinal solution Yang Ningfeng had soaked in just now.
"Here, prepare it yourself."
After the preparation was completed, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit waved his hand lightly, and the water in the barrel turned into clear water again, and then all the medicinal materials needed for the preparation instantly appeared next to the barrel.
The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit took two steps back and signaled Yang Ningfeng to take action. He watched from the sidelines, and if Yang Ningfeng did anything wrong, he would remind him aloud.
Once, twice, three times...
Yang Ningfeng mixed it eight times in a row before successfully mixing the Peiyuan Sludge Liquid.
"Yes, you succeeded after eight times, which is a bit of understanding! There is still time, so you should seize the time to practice your sword!"
The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit looked at the blood-red liquid in the barrel, nodded with satisfaction, and then lay back on the rocking chair.
Yang Ningfeng started to walk to the wooden stake that was always split and restored, reached out and grabbed the Blood Tiger Sword that was stuck on the ground. The vitality energy in his body started to circulate, and the sword struck down angrily...
Practicing the sword in this way is the most boring and boring training, but Yang Ningfeng took the trouble to swing the sword.
This serious injury made him realize that his current strength was indeed weak and pitiful, and he had to practice hard...
In the Blood Tiger Space, Yang Ningfeng kept swinging his sword, but in the ancient tomb, he just sat calmly.
When almost two hours had passed outside, there was a row of nearly three hundred people from the Qingyun Gang standing on the cliff. Standing next to the cliff, many members of the Qingyun Gang had shocked faces.
His legs were trembling, but he was afraid of being laughed at by his brothers in the gang, so he held on tight.
"After searching for so long, I still haven't found any trace of that kid. He probably jumped from here!" After checking for a while, a thin old man said with a gleam in his eyes.
"Jump from here?" Upon hearing this, the seventh master of the Qingyun Gang had a look of disbelief on his face: "How can you still survive after jumping from such a high height? The second master, this is impossible?"
"Nothing is impossible. If he hadn't jumped and was still up here, our people would have searched for him long ago. But now they can't find him. The only possibility is that he didn't jump. Didn't you say that he was
Was he carried away by a golden monkey? People can't jump, but monkeys can. You see, looking down from here, there are strips of rattan, which is enough for a monkey to make it easy
We have gone down to the bottom of this cliff." The thin old man, the second leader of the Qingyun Gang, pointed to the vines spreading downwards and said.
As soon as he said this, many people noticed the downward-spreading vines, and a look of sudden realization appeared on their faces.
"Well, from what the second master said, it's possible. Why didn't I think of it before?"
The seventh master nodded, looked at the second master with admiration, and said. After finishing, he squatted down, reached out and pulled a few canes vigorously, then raised his head and said: "Then let's go down along these canes. That boy
With such a serious injury, he will definitely not be able to run far, and he might be under this cliff now."
"No need, let's go back!" But the second master shook his head.
"This kid killed so many of us, so let's forget it?" Upon hearing this, the seventh master stood up in surprise.
"It's not that we forget it, but we don't need to waste time here anymore. I'm here. If I can find this kid, I will kill him. But if I can't find him, I will let him go for the time being. You don't know, Yang
Yang Wenxuan, the patriarch of the family, may personally go to Wushi Town to investigate the jade that was robbed from his Yang family a few days ago," the second head said.
"Yang Wenxuan is here in person? Hehe, with the two elders of Yangu here, he will never come back!" The seventh master's eyes lit up, and then he said with a sinister smile.
"Just leave a few people here to guard here, and the rest will pay for it. After we deal with this important matter first, we will send people here to vigorously search for this kid. A little kid can't change the world." The second master said.
Wai, you should be the first to leave.
"You, and the rest of you, stay and guard. As soon as that kid shows up, report him immediately!"
The seventh master pointed at a few of his subordinates, and after giving instructions, he quickly followed them.
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Bah!
With a slash of the sword, the wooden stake was split into three.
call!
Seeing that the wooden stake was split into three, Yang Ningfeng couldn't help but let out a long breath, dropped the Blood Tiger Sword in his hand, and fell down, rubbing his sore left arm and said: "Finally there is progress!
It’s just that I really don’t know when I will be able to swing out eight swords with one sword.”
"Haha, actually your thinking has entered a misunderstanding."
Hearing this, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit smiled and said: "You think about it, it must be more difficult the further you go to the back?"
"Isn't it? It's so difficult now. If you want to swing eight swords with one sword, how easy is it to open a wooden stake with nine swords? Of course it is even more difficult!" Yang Ningfeng was so tired that he simply sat cross-legged while secretly adjusting his breath with luck.
, asked in confusion.
"Theoretically, yes. But have you ever thought that the reason why you are having difficulty now is because your strength is insufficient and the Blood Tiger Sword is too heavy in your hands. But as your strength increases, the Blood Tiger Sword becomes too heavy in your hands.
Your hand has become lighter, so you still think it will be difficult to draw the sword faster?"
"This..." Yang Ningfeng couldn't react for a moment.
"Try it yourself!"
The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit smiled slightly, flicked his fingers, and a black sword flew towards Yang Ningfeng.
Yang Ningfeng stretched out his right hand and took the sword in his hand.
Although this sword is exactly the same as the Blood Tiger Sword, it is much lighter in hand and feels not as heavy as the sword his father gave him.
"Do you think this sword is very light? Let me tell you, the weight of this sword is definitely more than twice as heavy as your father's sword. If you feel light now, that's because you are practicing with
A sword weighs more than three hundred kilograms. During your sword practice, you have begun to adapt to this weight. If you switch to other swords, you will feel much lighter. And you are now a master, and your strength is not yours.
It can be compared with the previous five-dan scholars."
The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit said, pointing to the wooden stake, and then said: "Now try to use the sword in your hand to split the wooden stake, use the fastest speed to split, and see how many swords can be split."
"With this sword?"
Yang Ningfeng's eyes widened, he stood up, handed the sword to his left hand, took a deep breath, and struck down with all his strength.
Bah!
The wooden pile opened in response. Yang Ningfeng took a closer look and was a little dumbfounded!
"I can actually chop five swords now?" Yang Ningfeng looked at the wooden stake and then looked at the sword in his hand, but he didn't dare to believe it.
"Actually, the Nine-Xuan Sword Sword does not necessarily need to be wielded with the Blood Tiger Sword. As long as you can split the Nine Swords in an instant, you can learn the first form of this sword technique. Only if you use the Blood Tiger Sword can you perform this skill.
The strongest power of one move." said the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit.
when!
Yang Ningfeng directly threw away the sword in his hand, and then picked up the 360-pound Blood Tiger Sword again. With determination in his eyes, he said: "I understand! But if you want to learn, I have to learn from the best, so,
I will still not practice with a sword lighter than the Blood Tiger Sword in the future."
"Haha, if you are ambitious, you must learn the best if you want to learn. Well, this is what suits you best. Work hard! As long as you can reach the point where the Blood Tiger Sword is also light and weightless in your hands, you will be the best in the world in the future.
Any sword in your hand can be wielded freely." The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit laughed happily!
"I won't let you down."
Yang Ningfeng's hand holding the sword tightened, and then with a deep shout, he raised the Blood Tiger Sword again, slashed it down, and began to practice hard again.
The sword is swung faster and faster, and the vitality in the body is constantly growing...
Finally, the crystal energy was exhausted, and Yang Ningfeng came out of the blood tiger space.
"Xiao Jin!"
As soon as he came out, when Yang Ningfeng opened his eyes, he saw Xiao Jin lying on the steps, waiting for him, looking like he was guarding him. He felt warm in his heart and shouted softly.
Hearing Yang Ningfeng's cry, Xiao Jin turned around and saw that Yang Ningfeng woke up and was in high spirits, with obvious joy on his face. Then he suddenly flashed and landed on Yang Ningfeng's shoulder.
Boom!
However, just when Xiao Jin was thinking about it, a dull voice sounded, and Yang Ningfeng felt as if his heart was suddenly scratched by something, causing a faint pain. Xiao Jin's face turned pale for a while, and suddenly, it fell on Yang Ningfeng's shoulder.