The fairy is fierce

The night is long and rainy. →

Zuo Lingquan sat cross-legged with his upper body naked. He always felt that the conversation between the two was a bit weird, but he couldn't tell what was weird. After thinking about it, he had better put aside his distracting thoughts and feel it seriously.

As Wu Qingwan increased his strength, Zuo Lingquan soon felt a burning sensation in his lower abdomen, and there was something inexplicable in his body, like a hot current, swimming around his lower abdomen.

It was his first intimate contact, and he definitely felt uncomfortable, but it was far from painful, so he didn't speak.

Under the rainy night, Wu Qingwan could already see through the dim firelight that Zuo Lingquan's chest was red, and the rain was dripping on his skin, and wisps of mist were coming out.

Wu Qingwan only tried cautiously at first, but gradually she realized something was wrong.

The last time she explored Qihuang Valley, after the zhenqi she poured into her was like a stone, she stopped exploring again.

This time she was a little bolder, pouring Qi into Zuo Lingquan's body continuously, but found that Zuo Lingquan's body was like a bottomless pit, and it was really impossible to touch the edge.

Wu Qingwan raised her eyes and looked at Zuo Lingquan's side face with closed eyes:

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm sure it's fine. It's just a little hot. Well...it seems to be spreading from bottom to top. It actually feels quite comfortable, almost like scraping."

?

There was confusion on Wu Qingwan's eyebrows. The amount of Qi she was pouring into her now had exceeded the maximum range that the first level of Qi refining could bear.

It stands to reason that Zuo Lingquan has never practiced cultivation and his meridians have never been tempered, so he should be unable to bear it. How could he be like a normal person?

After Wu Qingwan was sure that Zuo Lingquan was fine, she did not stop and continued to pour a steady stream of blood into his body.

Zuo Lingquan closed his eyes and felt the condition of his body. He could clearly feel that there was a strong flow of heat in his body. After the initial discomfort, he gradually felt very comfortable and his whole body was filled with a sense of power.

The two of them sat on a stone by the creek like this, and an hour passed unknowingly.

Wu Qingwan's expression gradually changed from confusion and surprise at the beginning to disbelief.

Wu Qingwan has been practicing for many years, and has gone through it all from the first level of 'Qi Sea' to the twelfth level of 'Divine Court', and knows very well how much true energy a monk at each stage can carry in his body.

There are fifty-two acupoints in Rendu's second channel. During the Qi refining period, the amount of true energy that each acupoint can carry is not much different. If we take the Qihai monk as an example, the second level of the divine palace is about five times more than the first level. times; triple dove tail, it is ten times more than Qihai monk; four times fifteen times, and so on.

She poured zhenqi into Zuo Lingquan's body, starting with the first and second levels, and gradually reaching the fifth, sixth, and seventh levels...

Slowly, Wu Qingwan began to feel frightened, as if she was holding a firecracker with her hand, fearing that the young man next to her would explode directly in front of her.

But Zuo Lingquan in front, his whole body shrouded in white mist, remained motionless, as if he didn't feel any difficulty.

This kind of reaction even made Wu Qingwan worry about herself - don't let it go until the end, draining herself dry and not being able to satisfy Zuo Lingquan.

However, this idea is obviously a bit exaggerated.

A person starts practicing at the age of six. He can master one skill in one year and reach the twelfth level of the divine court at the age of eighteen. This kind of talent may be rare among the nine sects in the south.

Zuo Lingquan is only seventeen this year, and he has never practiced any serious Qi refining technique. How could he be better than her?

In Wu Qingwan's opinion, the current reaction can only occur because Zuo Lingquan's system is special.

Since Zuo Lingquan could bear it, Wu Qingwan never stopped, pouring in Qi continuously. It was not until another hour passed that the amount of Qi poured in reached the limit that the tenth level of Qi refining could bear, and Zuo Lingquan frowned. :

"Senior Wu, wait, it feels... I can't explain what it feels like, it's not quite right..."

When Wu Qingwan heard this, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief - the fifty-two acupoints of her Rendu Second Meridian were all stable, and the amount of Qi contained in her body was about fifty times that of a first-level Qi Sea monk. It would take a month to refining and re-refining it to 70% to 80%. She didn't dare to think how Zuo Lingquan could resist.

Wu Qingwan retracted her palm, and there was a small amount of sweat on her forehead. She raised her hand to wipe it, stood up and stood in front of Zuo Lingquan, and asked:

"How does it feel?"

Zuo Lingquan's body contained the surging Qi instilled by Wu Qingwan. He felt very strange, as if he had ADHD. There was a sense of energy in his body. As the injection of Qi stopped, the heat that filled his body quickly subsided. , if nothing else happens, it will dissipate soon.

Zuo Lingquan stood up, looked down at his red body, thought for a while and said:

"It feels like air is leaking all over my body."

"whole body?"

Wu Qingwan was confused and quickly grabbed Zuo Lingquan's wrist to explore, and sure enough, he found that the flow of true energy, which was originally as surging as a river, was rapidly declining.

In fact, there was no need to check his pulse. Zuo Lingquan's body was filled with mist, which quickly turned into nothingness in the rain. It could be seen with the naked eye. The scene was just like a practitioner discharging his kung fu on his own.

"How could this happen? It shouldn't be."

Wu Qingwan circled around Zuo Lingquan, feeling both confused and distressed that she couldn't take back the true energy that she had finally refined.

Zuo Lingquan finally felt the power of a practitioner, but he was about to fall back to where he was. You can imagine his frustration. He felt the rapid loss of vitality in his body and said with some reluctance:

"Senior Wu, can I use this energy now?"

Wu Qingwan frowned and said softly:

"Since there is no discomfort, it should be possible to use it. However, sword skills and magic have specific luck veins and experience. You haven't learned these, how can you use them?"

Zuo Lingquan's true energy is almost gone. It's useless to feel sorry. It's better to have a good time before it runs out.

He started practicing martial arts at the age of three and practiced sword for fourteen years. He practiced the same sword. The purpose is to have a move to step into the door of practice one day. With this sword, let the world see what a swordsman is!

Zuo Lingquan may not be able to practice, but he is very confident in his sword. He is so confident that he doesn't take people who practice seriously, and he doesn't think that the sword moves of Qihuang Valley are stronger than his sword.

Now that he has true energy, he doesn't believe that his proud sword can be weaker than when he didn't have true energy.

Thinking of this, Zuo Lingquan didn't hesitate. He held the green leather sheathed long sword and came to the woods outside the stream. Five steps away, he put his hand on the hilt.

Wu Qingwan had seen Zuo Lingquan's swordsmanship and thought that sword was very powerful. Anyway, if you don't follow the fixed methods of sword skills and magic, it's just like a martial artist in the secular world who doesn't use force in the right way. You can't play any tricks at all. It's nothing to watch.

Thinking so, Wu Qingwan came to Zuo Lingquan, put her hands on her waist and looked carefully, but the scene she saw next made her unforgettable for life.

Thunderbolt--

Under the night, spring thunder exploded in the sky covered with dark clouds.

The rain curtain fell, and Zuo Lingquan, with his upper body naked, stood on the river beach with his hand on the hilt of the sword, his long hair flying with the mist, and the world suddenly became silent at this moment.

Wu Qingwan felt the sharp penetrating power just like last time, which was hard to explain, but it really existed in front of her.

But unlike last time, Zuo Lingquan was covered with mist, and it was obvious that the mist from the evaporation of rainwater turned into a cyclone around Zuo Lingquan and gathered on his right hand holding the sword.

The wind started to blow in the closed valley at this moment!

However, the wind was blowing towards Zuo Lingquan. Even the raindrops falling from the sky were gathered towards the green-skinned long sword in Zuo Lingquan's hand under the blowing of the invisible night wind.

"This..."

Wu Qingwan had never seen such a scene in her half-life of cultivation, not even on her master Yue Pingyang. Although she didn't know why, she could feel that this sword was a bit powerful.

Wu Qingwan subconsciously stepped back a few steps, not daring to blink, trying to see Zuo Lingquan's every move.

Unfortunately, even if she stared at it with full concentration, she still couldn't see it all clearly.

Snap——

The sword rose!

The valley shrouded in the vast night, flashed a dazzling green light in an instant, overwhelming the spring thunder in the sea of ​​clouds.

The long sword was unsheathed, and the three-foot green blade stabbed forward.

The blade was surrounded by green sword energy, just like Wu Qingwan.

But the difference was that it was much more dazzling than any of Wu Qingwan's swords.

The next moment, two dragon-like sword qi emerged, entwined and circled on the sword edge, and then broke through the air with the sword edge.

Swish——

The sword sounded ethereal and clear, like a teardrop falling into a cold pool in a deep valley, suppressing the noise of heaven and earth.

The sword qi swept the wind and rain, like a dragon walking in the wild, destroying the dense forest in front with a force that crushed withered and rotten.

The ancient trees, flowers and plants were all turned into dust at the same time under this sword!

Everything happened in just a moment.

After the sword light, the mountains and rivers were all dead silent, leaving only Zuo Lingquan, who was naked, standing with a sword in the silent night.

The three-foot green sword pointed obliquely at the ground, and the rain curtain that was dispersed by the air wave fell again, sliding down along the sword edge and dripping on the river beach...

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Thanks to the leader of the alliance [Zhexianzx], and the massive rewards from many big guys in the past!

Debt (7/328+)

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