After a long time of attack, Du Qianxue suddenly retreated and looked at Bai Fengjiu with a trace of splendor in his eyes. His breathing gradually stabilized. He saw his sword with his right hand, and the water energy outside his body began to boil, and the surrounding energy gathered into his body. However, during his breathing, he completely turned into a blue statue. A dark blue pattern spread out from the Tianyi sword, which quickly covered him along his arms, and his whole body turned into a state that was almost inhuman.

The three examiners in the stands were all shocked, and only heard the Huang Magistrate whisper: "Good guy, it's actually the method of qi sword melting, this is a magic of heretics."

The heretic spell is a kind of ability to allow ordinary monks to use some spells in advance. However, this spell must be based on magic tools and special talismans as the introductory order to activate the power of magic tools to cover itself, turn itself into part of magic tools, exert extraordinary combat power, and can almost fight beyond the level.

Seeing the means that Du Qianxue used, Bai Fengjiu's face changed. He had never seen such means before. He felt a danger from Du Qianxue, and countless thoughts flashed in his heart: "Good guy, this is a matter of one sword. This sword is extraordinary. I don't know if Tai Chi sword technique can be used. But no matter what, I don't have many choices. After all, I am a family member of aristocratic families, and there are too many trump cards."

As he thought, he was in great pain.

Whoosh

A blue shadow rushed towards Bai Fengjiu at an extremely fast speed, which was as fast as the blessing of the Wooden Spirit. However, this was finally powered by the power of the magic weapon. At this time, Bai Fengjiu's snake eye had reached its limit, and then he moved.

when

With a muffled sound, the overwhelming blue sword aura swept towards Bai Fengjiu. The huge force was pressed down. Bai Fengjiu's arm sank and boundless force was applied. He immediately knew that he could not stop it, but he did not resist. Instead, he turned his body and led the sword aura to the ground with a divine sword. At the same time, he turned around in the air and slapped the blue figure behind the long sword.

This palm is extraordinary, and the huge force is nurtured. Tai Chi sword technique does not only use softness to overcome hardness, but also the final trick. With the force to fight the force, Du Qianxue's sword is too fast, too heavy, and too ruthless. Even Bai Fengjiu cannot release this power. He can only turn the tables with the last trick, reverse in the air, and pass this distance along his body into his left hand, and together with his own power, it all turns into this invincible palm.

Bang

With the help of eight-colored light, a palm suddenly hit Du Qianxue, which wrapped in Tianyi's Qi, with the help of inexplicable power. With a huge muffled sound, Du Qianxue flew into the air. Tianyi's magic sword came out of his hand, and was as anxious as thunder and inserted into the ground under the ring.

He himself was beaten by the huge force and was spitting blood. He was weak all over and was about to land on the ground. He tried his best to exert his strength, and his body turned to fall into the air. But at this time, he suddenly saw a little colorful cold light rushing in his eyes. Du Qianxue sighed in his heart, knowing that he had lost.

A piece of water-moving energy rose from the body of Lingkong, turning into a torrent, and suddenly blasted towards the colorful light that was shot. In the huge bomb, Du Qianxue finally fell under the arena.

Seeing Du Qianxue fall from the ring, there was a silence first, followed by thunderous joy.

"I won, I really won."

"The biggest dark horse in this martial arts competition, Bai Fengjiu, won the Qingxian Town."

"It's really incredible. This is someone from a small family."

At this time, the voice of the host of the conference sounded, and the loud voice suppressed all the noise: "The first in the Nanfu Martial Arts Competition, Qingxian Town Bai Fengjiu."

"The second capital of the Martial Arts Master is Thousand Blood."

"Tan Wenlong, the third martial arts scholar."

The first three are released, Changping City is in full bloom, and the horse is galloping, and there is a hustle and bustle in Changping City.

One day later, Qingxian Town was peaceful, but as a horse galloped at the gate of the city, the sound of gongs alarmed the entire Qingxian Town.

Countless people heard shouts: "The first martial arts of Bai Fengjiu in Qingxian Town."

"The first martial arts of Bai Fengjiu in Qingxian Town."

The sound continued, resounding throughout Qingxian Town. Finally, the horse stopped in front of the Bai Mansion of Qingxian Town. At this time, the crowd who were moving at the sound had already lost the surroundings. Bai Yufan had already been waiting at the door, watching the yamen runners who came down from the horse.

The yamen runner was full of strength and saw Bai Yufan's identity at a glance. He immediately walked up to congratulate him: "Congratulations to Mr. Bai, congratulations to Mr. Bai, Mr. Bai successfully won the first place in this martial arts exercise. He is now studying in the Wumu Pavilion. I think he will return in another half a month."

As he said that, he handed over a big list of names, and the first place on the list was Bai Fengjiu's name, and the seal of the prefect was covered by the list. His unique skills were not fake. Bai Fengjiu's first place was a foregone conclusion.

Bai Yufan's face was full of smiles: "Okay, okay, my son is really a natural talent, and someone comes to see him."

Bai Fu immediately walked up and handed the ten taels of gold wrapped in red thin paper to the yamen runner who announced the good news. The yamen runner quickly accepted it with a smile on his face, then bent down to thank him, and followed the people arranged by Bai Fu to go down to rest.

At this time, Bai Yufan said aloud to the people around him: "Today, my son won the first place in the martial arts competition. The Bai family has a banquet for three days. Anyone from my Qingxian Town can come to attend the banquet."

When people around him heard this, they were cheering. For these ordinary people, having a good meal is undoubtedly a rare thing. There are many delicious dishes in the three-day banquet, and a song of praise echoes in Qingxian Town.

"Mr. Bai is so generous."

"The Bai family has really produced a peerless genius."

At this time, an old pedant looked smart and recited a limerick poem with a long voice.

"Qingxian has the Bai family, there is a Qilin in the family, and Qilin has magical powers, and its achievements are in the future."

Hearing this limerick, Bai Yufan smiled even more and said to the old scholar: "The old man is so literary, so people come to see him."

Another bag of gold was rewarded, and the old scholar immediately attracted a look of enviousness and jealousy. No one expected that this old guy was so smart, and he earned ten taels of gold with a lilac poem.

There was joy in Qingxian Town, and at this time Bai Fengjiu had already arrived at a mysterious place in Changping City - Wumu Pavilion.

Wumu Pavilion is the place where the Dakun Dynasty collects various magical secret techniques and is also a school for the Dakun Dynasty to cultivate local talents. Whether it is the literary or martial arts, the top eight scholars must further study in it, and there are countless benefits. The first place in each martial arts exam will receive even more benefits.

As the first martial arts vocation in this year, Bai Fengjiu will benefit more than before.

At this time, he was holding a token and came to a Sutra Pavilion in Wumu Pavilion. From the outside, this Sutra Pavilion looked three floors in total, with antique fragrance, and was built with agarwood, emitting a faint fragrance, repelling insects and mosquitoes, and no insects were wandering around.

When he arrived at the gate of the Sutra Pavilion, Bai Fengjiu showed his token. The old man guarded the gate, but his body contained powerful power, which made Bai Fengjiu feel cold in his heart.

The old man was old, looking in his seventies or eighties, looking weak. After reading the token, he said to Bai Fengjiu: "You can enter the first and second floors, but you can't enter the third floor. You can watch the books inside at will, but you can't borrow them. You only have six hours."

Bai Fengjiu remembered this information firmly in his heart when he heard this. He knew that such places were generally strictly controlled. If he violated the rules, he might not end up being very good.

When you step into the Sutra Pavilion, you will see a bookshelves, surrounded by seats, you can sit there to read. Looking around, there are only a few hundred books on it. Bai Fengjiu picked up a book casually, turned a few pages and put it down. These books are martial arts secrets, and they need to be combined with the blood of certain specific beasts, either single or double. As long as you follow the steps, you can gain powerful combat power.

Just like the Qingfeng sword technique he passed down from his family, he can exert the greatest power by blessing the Muxing vital energy, but it is no longer useful to him now.

Without wasting time on these martial arts, Bai Fengjiu climbed to the second floor. At this time, there were two people here, both in their twenties. On the same bookshelf, there were only dozens of thin scriptures on it, which were far fewer than the first floor.

The two of them looked at Bai Fengjiu and ignored it. Instead, they focused on the books in their hands. There were no seats on the second floor, but futons. The two of them sat cross-legged on the futons, and the books were placed on the ground, with their eyes fixed on them, as if they were to print all the scriptures in their hearts.

Bai Fengjiu looked at her strange heart and picked up a scripture from the bookshelf at will, then her pupils shrank: "The Heart Sutra of the Sun, why is this scripture only pictures?"

Open this scripture and read it carefully. It only has three pages. The first page is the sun rising, the second page is the sky in the middle of the sun, and the third page is the setting sun.

However, these three pictures are very exquisite, which makes Bai Fengjiu feel like she sees the real sunrise and sunset when she looks. An inexplicable feeling arises in her heart, and her thoughts seem to be stimulated.

when

A slight tremor in the mind, a mountain and sea jade plate trembled, and then Bai Fengjiu saw a shocking scene. The picture on the "Spiritual Heart Sutra" was reflected in the mountain and sea jade plate at some point, and evolved into a picture of the mountain and sea jade plate sank. Below are several sword-dance figures and the blood portraits of ten strange beasts that he once integrated into his body.

An inexplicable message flowed into Bai Fengjiu's heart from the jade plate. He immediately understood the mystery of the "Heart Sutra of the Sun", and his eyes flashed with shock.

"This is the art of visualization, which condenses illusory consciousness and allows it to transform from reality and produces incredible changes."

At this moment, Bai Fengjiu was shocked. Consciousness has been illusory from ancient times to the present. Modern science on Earth could not explain what consciousness is. Now the "Heart Sutra of the Sun" opened a strange door for him.

"It seems that the level that breaks through the second level of the monk is in this visualization technique."
Chapter completed!