Authentic Magic Gate - Chapter 14

[Chapter 14 Swordsmanship]

Pills and talismans must be activated with special techniques before they can take effect. The battle belt is to save the time for this activation. The disciples of Jin’ao Island are aggressive, so they invented such a thing.

“Qinglian sword song, the master has not practiced it before. Ye Ting, you should learn it by yourself first. When your acupoints expand ten times again, you can enter the first door.”

After Yu Wenxuan said these very irresponsible words, a flash of light disappeared.

Ye Ting opened his mouth, thinking how could I leave!

This is the place where the inner disciples practice and try, and there should be no danger. Ye Ting quickly calmed down and opened the skin. This skin bag is a large storage bag, which should be used for running supplies during the Demon Gate War.

Even with Ye Ting’s current size, this thing looks like a giant shield.

Ye Ting took a deep breath, took off the original belt, and took off the token of the True Disciple of Dragon Control City. He looked at his new battle belt. There were also inlaid positions on the left and right, so put the token on the left. The token space could not be opened, so he could only use a small storage bag, which was hung on the right side.

Looking at the huge skin bag again, the skin bag contains dry food and water, plus many bottles and jars, all of which are medicinal herbs. In addition, there is a huge bundle of wooden swords, that is for yourself to practice Qinglian Sword Song, right?

The last thing, is a wooden charm, wrapped in paper. Ye Ting took it out and unfolded it, but it was an open talisman. It is clear on the paper that if you want to return to the stone room of cultivation and stimulate the wooden talisman, you can open the bronze door in the position where you go out.

It turned out to be the key to come back. Ye Ting put the wooden talisman into his storage bag, and after thinking about it, he also put the best medicinal pills in the huge skin bag into the storage bag. The food originally put in the storage bag was taken out, and the space was cleared, leaving only the talisman money and medicinal pills.

The piece of metal Yangmei gave him, Ye Ting thought about it, and put it in a storage bag. In this way, storage bags less than two feet in size are filled.

Ye Ting counted the wooden swords in the leather bag, and there were three hundred. This wooden sword is not even a talisman, but it has also been refined, and there are formation patterns in it. When used, it is a hundred times better than a mortal iron sword. It is suitable for monks to practice swords.

Ye Ting sat down on the ground, not willing to drink the few spiritual fluids. He took a piece of dry food and filled his stomach with clean water, feeling a little nostalgic when Jiachen was by his side.

When his stomach was a little full, Ye Ting took out Qinglian Jiange and looked at it calmly. The cover of the sword manual is pure blue, and the four characters of the iron painted silver hook are written on it – Qinglian Jiange.

Below the four characters, there is a small seal, vermilion red, as thick as blood. The traces of the seal are simple and simple, Ye Ting looked at it intently and felt mysterious. In the small seal, it seems to contain the principle of heaven and earth, the supreme avenue.

But! What is this inscription?

Ye Ting was a little shocked, because he could not remember a single stroke of the words on the seal. This was not within his ability, so Ye Ting immediately gave up watching the printed text. He stroked the cover of the Jianpu with his hand, his tentacles were cold. It feels like leather and has a hard metal taste.

Slowly open the cover and turn to the first page.

On the pale yellow paper, there was only a trace of ink, three inches long, that hit Ye Ting’s eyes. Ye Ting seemed to have been hit by a meteor, and his whole body was crushed by invisible force, so he couldn’t breathe, his bones rattled, and layers of sweat instantly ooze out from the surface of his skin. Under this pressure, the nine hundred acupoints in his body, together with the ten acupoints outside his body, resonated strangely.

A sword light lit up in Ye Ting’s Zifu Sea of Consciousness, pure cyan, and Qinglian sensed the appearance of the sword light, and suddenly the petals bloomed, revealing the somewhat sluggish soul inside. In Ye Ting’s soul, a sword light also flew, and the sword light with the power of time and the pure cyan sword light fused together.

The two sword lights merged and returned to Ye Ting’s soul. Ye Ting’s soul was instantly full, and the consumption of the previous fight against the transparent silk thread was directly replenished.

Nine hundred and ten acupoints were still buzzing, the green lotus swayed, and the white lotus silk grew again, passed through the mud, broke through the sea of knowledge of the Zifu, entered the meridians of Ye Ting, and went towards the acupoints.

Only this time, in the white lotus root, there is a peerless sword intent.

Sword Intent entered all the acupoints along the pulse of the meridian, and as the acupoints oscillated, Ye Ting felt that his whole body was shattered by sharp weapons, and then recovered in an instant and shattered again.

In a few breaths, nine hundred and ten acupuncture points have been dyed a cyan color. When the vibration of the acupoints stopped, all the acupoints expanded, more than ten times larger than before.

At the same time, Ye Ting also knew the name of this sword move – Qinglian Furious Sea.

When I looked at the sword manual again, there were several lines of writing under an ink mark. The handwriting was extremely insane, as if the paper could no longer be restrained, and it seemed to jump out directly.

It reads: In the 16th year, Cang pirates and bandits slaughtered Xingcheng, I was alone with a sword, and I destroyed it on the way back. It is very happy to realize the meaning of this sword!

Ye Ting’s chest was full of energy, and he had the urge to scream up to the sky. Those handwritings also flew from the paper, turning into images one after another, circulating in front of him endlessly.

A youth in green clothes, holding an iron sword, stepped forward on the slippery soil, one step after another.

Hundreds of steps ahead, the ferocious bandit looked at the young man in surprise. There was a hint of panic on his hostile face. Hundreds of robbers under his command were still unconscious, making a roar of laughter.

Bandits build foundations, young people refine Qi!

Ye Ting realized all the details in the picture, and his heartstrings could not help tightening. All the details passed through his eyes, the boy’s hand was just a handful of ordinary iron, and the bandit’s subordinates still had nineteen condensed liquid loose repairers.

Suddenly, a monstrous anger erupted from the boy’s body. Then his body took up the afterimage, stepped forward to the leader of the bandit, and drew out his sword.

The iron sword penetrated the bandit’s eye socket, and a huge green lotus bloomed. As each lotus petal spreads, a bandit falls, and the green lotus is released in layers, like a fantasy.

In less than a breath, hundreds of bandits were all slaughtered.

It was just one sword, one foundation building, and nineteen condensates, all of whom died at the hands of the young man.

After the killing, the young man laughed and walked away. The only thing standing on the ground was the broken iron sword in his hand. On the iron sword, the cracks like spider webs were densely covered. It was not until the young man’s figure disappeared that it broke apart and scattered on the ground. The broken sword body spread out a lotus flower, which seemed to be still swaying on the blood-stained ground.

At the same time that Ye Ting understood the sword intent, he also knew the name of the sword—Qinglian Furious Sea.

At this moment, Ye Ting realized that he was shocked by the young man’s anger, unable to exert any strength, and slumped to the ground. This is the true and true reaction of the body. Facing the boy’s anger, the body has lost any will to resist.

Only the external acupoints can still function, Ye Ting mobilized the true energy in those ten acupoints, returned it to the body, and attacked the rest of the acupoints. The nine hundred acupoints oscillated one by one, gradually turning into pure cyan, and the lotus patterns inside the acupoints scattered and grew, expanding all the acupoints again.

This time the expansion stopped for a full six hours. The 900-character formula was generated in Ye Ting’s heart.

Qinglian Sword Song, Qi Refining.

It is also a chapter on refining Qi, with thirty thousand words in the ten directions of purgatory, and this Qinglian sword song has only nine hundred words. However, the complexity of Qinglian Sword Song is far more complicated than that of Shifang Purgatory.

The 30,000-character introduction to the purgatory of the ten directions, the order is rigorous, and the words are beaded.

Qinglian sword song nine hundred word introduction, what the fuck is this!

Ye Ting seems to be a bystander. Nine hundred words of sword songs flow through his mind. These nine hundred words can also be reversed. No matter how you read them, you can read them smoothly! In this way, the changes are countless. Even if there is an upper limit, it is the number of sands in the Ganges. It is calculated by manpower, and there are no exhaustive possibilities.

Ancestor, do you still let people get started?

Ye Ting felt deeply hurt. Such a formula can humiliate everyone’s IQ.

Sword Intent, Sword Intent!

Ye Ting worked hard to stabilize his emotions, and the master let him congeal the liquid for two months, which would definitely not be aimless. He tried hard to recall the boy’s sword, and at the same time took a wooden sword in his hand and stabbed it like a boy.

This sword stabbed out, and Ye Ting’s mind was completely stabilized. He imitated the anger of the young man, but it was paradoxical. The lotus shadow on his body bloomed directly, and the power dissipated in an instant.

However, he directly absorbed the Sword Intent. He didn’t have a good way to control the attack. The acupoints in his body oscillated, and Ye Ting had already touched the threshold while his True Qi was running.

The countless changes of the 900-character formula have been simplified, and there are still hundreds of billions of them.

Ye Ting was not excited either. He tried to recall the picture he just saw, the steps of the young man, his true qi running, and his anger bursting out. All kinds of details have been imprinted in my heart.

As Ye Ting’s imitation became more and more similar, he reduced the formula of this chapter to more than 120,000 words.

This practice, more than 20 days have passed in a blink of an eye. Ye Ting has reduced the formula to 3,600 words. At this time, he already understood that the Qi-refining chapter of Qinglian Jiange was really 900 words. As long as you understand the sword intent, you can quickly learn it. Just don’t have much time.

Therefore, in order to speed up the practice, one must start taking pills.

Another ten days passed, and Ye Ting ate most of the medicinal pills left by the master in the skin bag, and only then did the formula be reduced to 900 words. He already knew all the changes in Qinglian’s angry sea.

His nine hundred and ten acupoints have been expanded to the limit, and in each acupoint, the lotus pattern is densely covered and runs through the meridians. Infuriating control is a world of difference from before.

In the back of his head, a green lotus phantom was born and destroyed three times, and then it dissipated.

Outside the copper tripod, Yu Wenxuan sensed the breath emanating from Ye Ting, smiled, and turned away. Qinglian Jiange can’t be pointed by others, even the island master of Jinao can’t help Ye Ting.

How far he can learn can only depend on Ye Ting himself.

Ye Ting has cultivated the formula of the Qi-refining chapter, but he has not mastered the swordsmanship yet.

These days, Ye Ting has been thinking about the use of Qinglian Furious Sea, and there are thousands of changes in his chest.

Anger suddenly erupted from his body, and he took the next step and rushed out a distance of seven feet.

boom!

The wooden sword, which was tougher than pure iron, exploded directly. This time, because he did not have too many mistakes in accumulating power, the power contained in the wooden sword had exceeded his own expectations. The sword intent was out of control, the wooden sword couldn’t bear it, the sawdust flew, and more than a hundred pieces were stabbed directly into Ye Ting’s body.

One of them, pierced from above his eyelid, almost hurt his eyeball.