Cultivation Starts From Simplifying the Exercises

A dozen miles to the north of the Changhong faction, at an altitude of hundreds of meters, there are two figures confronting each other in the distance.

The high altitude belongs to the birds, and also belongs to the strong above the Aperture Realm. The wind howled, but when it came to Tong Zhongqiu and Jian Jinsheng, it suddenly returned to calm.

"Changhong faction has been doing so for so many years, not to mention the credit, but also hard work. Doesn't it make people feel a little bit chilled to kill everyone like this?" Jian Jinsheng looked at the old Tong Zhongqiu and said.

Jian Jinsheng's voice was not loud, and the two of them were hundreds of meters apart, so they should not be able to hear anything clearly, but Tong Zhongqiu could hear everything clearly.

The vitality of heaven and earth, the gate of all wonders, is ever-changing, mysterious and mysterious!

"Betrayers should end up with traitors. This kind of thing is the same everywhere." Tong Zhongqiu said flatly.

"Really? The people who betrayed the Shenyan faction back then are living well now, why don't they die?" Jian Jinsheng suddenly sneered, his expression full of sarcasm.

"Who betrayed who back then, you and I have no way of commenting!" Tong Zhongqiu shook his head.

Everyone knows that the Shenyan Sect and the Xianyun Sword Sect have been fighting for so many years. But many people don't know that the two sects used to be like a family back then.

It is not an exaggeration to say that they are two branches of a sect. But unfortunately, everything has dissipated like smoke, and there is no way to look back.

"Okay, let's not talk about what happened back then. Since you don't want me to take away a few people from the Changhong faction, then I have to learn your brilliant tricks again today. I hope that your old bones can still withstand it!"

Jian Jinsheng looked up to the sky and smiled. The distance of hundreds of meters was like a decoration. Jian Jinsheng stepped over and came to Tong Zhongqiu, stabbing out the long sword in his hand.

With a sword out, there is nothing else in Tong Zhongqiu's field of vision, the whole world is a sword blade.

This sword penetrates heaven and earth, as if everything in the world is irresistible, it can only be captured obediently, and killed with a bow.

"boom!"

The exploding light cluster exploded high in the sky, and the vitality of the surrounding world suddenly boiled, and a huge ripple swept out from the collision point towards the four directions.

Many people outside the Changhong faction looked up to the north. Even though they didn't hear the sound, they still caught the fluctuations coming from there.

Apparently, the two strong men in the Aperture Realm fought again.

Jian Jinsheng had to fight, because the catastrophe of the Changhong faction was caused by the Shenyan faction. If the Shenyan faction hadn't lured the Changhong faction, the Changhong faction would not have joined the Shenyan faction, let alone backstab the Xianyunjian faction.

Now many sects are besieging and killing the Changhong Sect, but the Shenyan Sect is unable to rescue them. At this time, if there is no sign at all, then no one will dare to join the Shenyan faction in the future.

Therefore, no matter whether it can be done or not, Jian Jinsheng must make a move.

Ding Luzhong of the Changhong faction also felt the fluctuations in the distance, his eyes were full of desolation, the Shenyan faction could not save the Changhong faction, and the Changhong faction could not save itself.

At this moment, all the early and middle stages of Aperture Realm in Changhong Sect have been besieged to death, including him, and only two late stage Aperture Realm are still struggling.

In the battle at the later stage of the Aperture Realm, the general early stage of the Aperture Realm was completely inaccessible, so they all disappeared at this moment, and went to the Changhong faction to search for resources.

Only in the mid-stage of the Aperture Realm, the real opponents are those who are also strong in the late stage of the Aperture Realm. But the Changhong Sect only has two people, and the other sects combined, there are eight people in the late stage of Aperture Realm.

"ah!"

Ding Luzhong raised his head to the sky and roared furiously, and began to fight recklessly, just hoping to drag one away. But it's a pity that everyone understood Ding Luzhong's thoughts and didn't give Ding Luzhong a chance at all.

At every moment, there must be two Aperture Realm Late Stages blocking his attack at the same time, while others wait for an opportunity to attack.

Even if they were at the same level of cultivation, they were besieged like this, and even if they wanted to die together, they would not achieve anything.

A quarter of an hour later, Ding Luzhong was beheaded on the spot, and another Changhong faction strongman in the late stage of Aperture Realm also followed in Ding Luzhong's footsteps.

Qu Qingsheng stood aside with silent eyes. Winners and losers, there is no right or wrong, only positions. In this world, the biggest truth is the fist, and whoever has the biggest fist is right.

That's all!

Inside the Changhong Sect, there were rows of houses where inner disciples lived, the door of one of the rooms suddenly opened, and Chen Fei walked out from it.

Chen Fei glanced at a corner behind, his figure flickered and disappeared in place.

In the cellar of the house, a female disciple covered her mouth to prevent herself from making any sound. The whole body was shaking constantly, she didn't know if it was safe for her to hide here, but she had nowhere to go.

Chen Fei's figure turned into a phantom, and rushed towards the Changhong Sect's scripture storage pavilion. There was a short delay just now, and most of the places where resources are hidden are probably already overcrowded.

It's a bit difficult for Chen Fei to go again if he wants to get something more, so it's better to go to the Sutra Pavilion.

Now those who besiege the Changhong Sect are all from various sects. Each sect has its own inheritance, and the inheritance of Changhong Sect is of little significance to many people.

It's not that the inheritance of skills is not important, but for practitioners, of course it is better to practice the skills of one's own sect into a system. At the very least, if you really encounter any difficulties in the exercises, there is still a place to ask for advice.

If you rush to learn other exercises, if you have any difficulties, you have to solve them yourself, and you don't know whether these exercises are complete or not, or have been deleted or modified.

Only for Zongmen, increasing the diversity of their own exercises is meaningful.

But after a while, Chen Fei came to an attic. Compared with other places he met on the road just now, it was really much quieter here.

It's not that there is no one there, even if Chen Fei has not stepped into the Sutra Pavilion, he still feels a few auras in it. However, unlike other places scrambling for resources, people here are reading quickly to find the exercises they need.

Chen Fei walked into it and found that there was nothing to do in the outer bookshelf area, after all, what was placed there was only a brief introduction of exercises.

However, most of the place where the secret script in the inner layer was actually stored has been destroyed, and there are even traces of fire. Fortunately, there are still many exercise scriptures that were not destroyed in time, but were preserved.

Many cheat books already have the function of fire prevention, but they saved these exercises.

Chen Fei skipped all the weapon cheats and came to the area of ​​mind and spirit skills.

In the realm of refining the gods, the gods are the most important. If the gods are strong enough, the speed at which the acupoints are accumulated will continue to increase. Chen Fei never felt that the improvement of his mental power was enough.

But at this moment in this area, there is already a person who is reading quickly. Sensing Chen Fei's arrival, the man paused his hand involuntarily, and turned his head to look at Chen Fei.

"I arrived here first, and no one is welcome here before I leave!" Nie Zhiyang said, looking at Chen Fei indifferently.

"Cultivation secret books can be transcribed, just take a copy when the time comes." Chen Fei said in a deep voice.

Cheats are different from spiritual resources, as long as you copy one copy, everyone can read it, and there is no need to fight to the death.

"Did I not speak clearly enough!"

Nie Zhiyang got up and stood up, pressing towards Chen Fei with majestic momentum, and said: "This is not the Yuanchen Sword Sect, no one will let you, I don't want to say it a second time!"

"It seems that there is no discussion!" Chen Fei laughed softly, everyone knew him, but everyone looked down on him. After all, he has just broken through the Aperture Realm for less than a year, and his strength is indeed the weakest in the Aperture Realm.

"For your master's sake, don't force me to take action, get out!" Seeing Chen Fei's expression, Nie Zhiyang narrowed his eyes, already very impatient.

"Then you, let's make a move!" Chen Fei raised his head to look at Nie Zhiyang, raised his hand, hooked his fingers and said.

"presumptuous!"

Nie Zhiyang's eyes widened, he didn't expect Chen Fei to be so courageous. It has been nearly twenty years since Nie Zhiyang broke through to the Aperture Realm, and it has been a long time since no one dared to provoke him like this.

A person like Chen Fei who broke through the Acupoints Realm not long ago, and his realm has only been stabilized for a short time, doesn't know how to live or die. He really thinks that this is still the Yuanchen Sword Sect, so he can't hit you hard!

"Zheng!"

A dazzling sword light burst out from Nie Zhiyang's hand, and a sharp aura filled all directions, then tightened suddenly, completely covering Chen Fei's body.

Sword Heart Art!

Gather all the power and condense it on the enemy without wasting any power. Cultivated to the highest level, with one sword strike, there is silence.

One of the top inheritances of Beidou Tower, Nie Zhiyang has practiced for more than ten years, and has won the three tastes.

Nie Zhiyang would not kill Chen Fei, but Nie Zhiyang wanted to teach Chen Fei a profound lesson, let him understand that when his strength is insufficient, he should be a man with his tail between his legs, instead of making enemies at will.

"roll!"

Seeing Nie Zhiyang's attack, Chen Fei snorted coldly, Qianyuan sword jumped into his hand, and the dragon elephant roared endlessly, the next moment, Qianyuan sword had already chopped on Nie Zhiyang's long sword.

As for the warriors who were also in the early stage of the Aperture Realm, Chen Fei already ignored the opponent's moves, and he just suppressed them with all his might.

"boom!"

The faster Nie Zhiyang came, the faster he retreated. Nie Zhiyang couldn't control his body at all, and he retreated involuntarily.

After dozens of steps in a row, Nie Zhiyang stepped on the ground out of the deep hole step by step, until he retreated to the corner of the Sutra Pavilion, Nie Zhiyang reluctantly stopped.

A mouthful of blood welled up in his mouth, and Nie Zhiyang swallowed it back abruptly.

Nie Zhiyang raised his head and glanced at Chen Fei, his eyes were full of horror, he didn't dare to say any harsh words, his figure flickered, and he disappeared directly into the scripture storage pavilion, but he didn't even dare to stay here, and he didn't have the face to treat him up.

How arrogant what he said just now is how embarrassing it is now.

And Nie Zhiyang was also afraid that Chen Fei would not like him, so if he made a few more strikes, the ending might not be as simple as a slight injury.

Nie Zhiyang ran hundreds of meters before stopping his figure, his face turning blue and then pale, and he couldn't figure out what was going on with Chen Fei's huge strength, the Yuanchen Sword Sect didn't have such a skill at all.