The Transmigrator’s Cultivation Chapter 92:

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Since the cultivator entered the tenth level of Qi refining, the veins in the body were unblocked, and the matter of refining the true essence afterwards was roughly just a matter of water milling.

True essence is formed by compression of spiritual power. When the dantian is full, then the spiritual power is continuously pressed in. When it reaches a certain critical point, the dantian will drain all the spiritual power and form a drop of true essence in an instant.

Xu Ziqing is facing this situation at this time. There was a trace of sweat on his forehead, and his face was a little pale.

The first drop of true essence is the most difficult, and the feeling of being suddenly emptied of spiritual power is also very bad. Spiritual power is the foundation of a Qi-refining monk, but because there is still a drop of true essence in the body as a support, it will not be immobile.

What he will do later is to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth again, transform it into spiritual power from the dantian, and then fill the dantian, once again compress all the spiritual power in the dantian to form a drop of true essence, which is condensed with the true essence before. Unite as one. This was repeated until the dantian couldn't squeeze any more spiritual power into it, and all of it was transformed into true essence.

At this time, it is the peak of the tenth level of Qi refining, and you can touch the film during the foundation period.

The first step to extract the true essence was successful, Xu Ziqing breathed a sigh of relief, and then explored the inner world again, and found that there was no damage or impropriety, so he relaxed and started to absorb the third-order spirit again. The boundless aura brought by the pulse.

In this way, one night passed.

In the early morning, Xu Ziqing opened his eyes and was surprised to find that the person in the ring had appeared in front of him again.

Could it be that Brother Yun helped him to watch the night again yesterday?

He turned his head to look, but saw two demon vines climbing on the top of the cave, one side seemed to shrink, and the other side pointed the leaf buds at the clouds, seemingly fearful and vigilant.

Xu Ziqing felt a bit touched in her heart, and a bit funny. The natural thing that moved is the instinct of the demon vine protector, even if you are facing people who are afraid, you must defend yourself; and the funny thing is because of the cloud.

In Xu Ziqing's opinion, good friend Yunyu is clearly a cold-hearted person, but no matter whether he is a demon vine or Chonghua, he is actually very afraid of him, but I don't know why. Is the result really incompatible? Thinking of this, he shook his head, thinking too much to no avail, and now he had to say "Good morning" to Brother Yun first.

After thinking about it, Xu Ziqing stretched out his hand, and the demon vine rushed back, like a wandering homecoming, can't wait to get into his palm again and go back to his dantian.

Xu Ziqing turned her head and looked at Yun Li.

But before he waited for him to speak, Yun Yu spoke up first: "From today, you will practice swords with me."

Xu Ziqing didn't expect to hear him say this, and was startled: "Brother Yun wants to teach me?" For a while, he didn't know if he was listening to it.

Yun Yu nodded: "Practice swords day by day, practice at night."

Xu Ziqing only reacted at this time, and he was instantly happy, and immediately got up to salute: "I am really grateful to be able to get Brother Yun's advice!"

Yun Li is a stumbling block: "You and I have been together for many years, so don't need to be so polite."

Xu Ziqing laughed and said: "If I can enter the Wuling Immortal Gate in the future, I will be considered a descendant of Brother Yun, this is a gift to Brother Yun." However, he did not insist, and his gratitude was in his heart. He has been in friendship with Yun Yu for so many years, so that he doesn't need such hypocriticality.

After saying these two sentences, Xu Ziqing straightened up his positive expression and said: "Brother Yun, please teach me."

If you can get the teaching of Yun Yu, an expert in kendo, it will be many times stronger than his own Husuo.

Yun Li has always had no nonsense, he just said: "You stand on the side."

Xu Ziqing had nothing to say: "Yes, Brother Yun." After speaking, he stood in front of the cave wall, his eyes fixed on the white figure.

Yun Yu raised his right hand and pointed his left hand together. In an instant, a long sword appeared on his right hand. It was simple and unpretentious, and its shape seemed to be vague, which was as illusory as his figure, but it was quite commensurate.

Then he moved his right wrist slightly, and the tip of the sword pulled out a sword flower, which turned into a number of sword shadows, and then merged into one in an instant, and then turned into that long sword again, as if it had never been moved. .

Xu Ziqing's pupils shrank suddenly!

He couldn't even see how the sword started and how it ended!

With only one sword, Xu Ziqing knew that he had seen so many people who used swords before, and none of them could be worthy of Yun Yu in case!

Yun Yu didn't want to teach him this sword, but just let it go.

It's just that, even if he is just a random move, it also contains thousands of swordsmanship principles. It is not only changeable, but also has the meaning of ten thousand swords.

"You and take out the steel and wood." After he tried his hand, he ordered.

Xu Ziqing didn't dare to neglect, and immediately turned his wrist, already grabbing the steel and wood in his hand.

Yun Xun said again: "Parallel with me."

Xu Ziqing had a meal and walked immediately, standing on the right side of Yunxun: "Yes, Brother Yun."

Yun Yu's feet are differentiated, level with shoulders, while the right arm is holding the sword, and the tip of the sword is slightly slanted.

Xu Ziqing had some tacit understanding with him, and immediately imitated his behavior, just like his posture.

Seeing that Xu Ziqing was quite able to understand it, Yun Yu didn't say much, just raised his arm and cut it off in one move.

"Swipe!" The sword came down, and even the air seemed to be cut apart!

And the sword is single, crisp and neat, without redundancy. Even if it looks mediocre, it seems that there is no gorgeous skill, but it has the charm that makes people unable to move their eyes.

Xu Ziqing saw the sword trend, and also swung down his right arm——

With this wave, he made a buzzing sound, which seemed muddy.

Xu Ziqing frowned slightly, intending to start again, but suddenly his arm was so heavy that he couldn't lift it up. If he wanted to swing it down again, it seemed to be stuck in mud, and he couldn't move at all.

He knew that Yun Yu was doing it, so he couldn't help but speak: "Brother Yun?"

Yun Li said coldly: "Don't move."

Since Brother Yun said nothing, he didn't move. As expected, Xu Ziqing stood still and didn't do anything.

At this moment, Yun Yu walked in front of Xu Ziqing.

The two were very close, Yun Li leaned slightly, and swiped slightly across the steel and wood. Although the fingertips were dim, as if they had never really touched them, the steel and wood actually dangled a faint golden light.

Xu Ziqing looked down and saw that Gangmu's original rod-shaped column suddenly became flat, and the front end was still sharp. At this time, it looked no longer strange, but like a very simple wooden sword.

At this moment, he felt his arm loose again, and he knew that his friend had already lifted the restraint. He understood what a good friend meant, and immediately, as before, swung another sword again——

"Swipe!" This time it was different from the muffled noise just now, and it seemed a bit sharp.

Xu Ziqing's eyes lit up and turned to look at the figure in white: "Brother Yun, how?"

Yun Li glanced at him lightly and said: "The sword path is not wrong, the sword is still not accurate, and more practice is needed."

When Xu Ziqing heard this, he was disappointed at first, then cheered up, and his eyes became firm: "I should try my best to guide the sword, please brother Yun to correct me."

Yun Yu said nothing, but Xu Ziqing knew that he had already agreed, so even though he didn't say much, he deliberately chopped out the second and third swords.

Xu Ziqing has always been very serious about cultivation, so every time he cuts a sword, he can be more accurate than before. With such diligence, Yun Yu has never said anything to stop him.

Finally, when the twenty-eight swords were cut out, Yun Ling spoke: "The sword is already in full force."

Xu Ziqing paused for a moment and smiled: "Yes, Brother Yun."

He suddenly remembered something at this moment.

I still remember that he watched Master Zifeng's three sword qis and cut two consecutively. It was very rewarding, so he shared it with his friends. It was also at that time, but I heard something I had never heard before.

"Swordsman who uses the skill of swordsmanship can only be considered as an introductory one after thousands of trials."

"Without my spiritual power, I swing my sword 30,000 times a day until I correct my sword, and then talk about other things."

"If you want to practice swords, you can't even cut, stab, chop, and wipe accurately, so how about swordsmanship."

These few words refer to the son of Zifeng who is still very mixed in sword aura, but it is not the way that sword practitioners need to follow. Now Brother Yun is willing to teach him to practice swordsmanship, and he must follow this statement.

Thinking about this, Xu Ziqing couldn't help asking: "Brother Yun, what kind of sword technique I am learning now, is'cleave, stab, chop, wipe'?"

Yun Yan nodded slightly: "You remember it, very good." Then he said, "What you learn is the word hack."

Xu Ziqing smiled and said: "I don't need spiritual power now, I split 30,000 words that day, but?"

Yun Li nodded again: "Yes."

Xu Ziqing took a deep breath and chopped 30,000 words a day. It was extremely difficult to just think about it. But since Yun Li could say that, he naturally did it before, and only then asked him. If this is the case, Yun Xun can stick to it. He hasn't tried yet, how can he do it?

Now hold your breath and concentrate on the sword body, "Swipe!" Another sword cut!

One sword, two swords, three swords!

Since the start of the sword, Xu Ziqing has never missed the sword path. Every sword is closely aligned with the trajectory of the sword chopping before Yun Yu, and there is no difference in the slightest.

Seeing that his mind was already sinking into the sword, Yun Yu sat on the opposite side, watching his sword moves with his eyes, and he was still motionless.

Xu Ziqing draws and closes the sword, and with every move, he seems to be able to see its trajectory clearly, making it accurate. His spirit is so focused that he has no distractions and can't perceive what is happening around him.

However, gradually, fatigue began to develop in his mind, and his arms gradually became heavier...If you want every move to be accurate, as a monk, it is not difficult at the beginning, as long as your attitude is correct and you can understand it with your heart. Not badly done. But the hard part is persistence.

The same sword technique is already well-acquainted, but I have to keep cutting it. There must be no negligence, no slackness... and even the monk’s body has a smooth flow of arteries and is always supplemented by aura. ...And will still gradually become numb, sore and heavy, unsustainable.

Xu Ziqing's back began to sweat.

It's hard...

The constant and continuous same actions have already made him dizzy, and even his mind has become a little fuzzy. But Xu Ziqing still wants to keep the spirit platform clear and clear, and keep track of the number of falling swords.

It was three thousand six hundred swords. This time, it was three thousand six hundred and one sword...

After that, not only was the mind chaos, but it also became difficult to breathe.

Xu Ziqing's face turned pale, except that he only remembered instinctively swinging the sword and reciting sword moves silently. At every moment, he felt as if he could no longer hold on, but every time he held on, still gritted his teeth to continue.

I don't know how long it has passed, and his half of his body is also numb, and then it seems that the whole body can only perceive the movement of this arm, and the rest, don't know anything...