"Hee hee, Grandpa, just wait and see. I can surpass you sooner or later." Shen Yuexin was also very happy to see Shen Guyun, waving a pink fist and said proudly.
"Are these two?" at this moment, Yan Changkong looked at Xia Yuwei and Gu Qingying behind Yang Xuan.
"This is Xia Yuwei and this is Gu Qingying." Yang Xuan introduced them and smiled proudly. "They are all disciples'' wives."
"Senior brother Yang Xuan is so powerful that he has married so many beautiful sisters." a girl''s eyes show stars. At the same time, someone said, "senior brother Yang Xuan, it''s rare for you to come back and tell us what Zhongzhou is like!"
"No problem."
Yang Xuan was very cheerful and told many interesting cultural stories in Zhongzhou. During this period, many inner disciples of the seven Xuanmen also came. When they saw Yang Xuan, their faces were shocked.
Some of them even clashed with Yang Xuan before, but see you today. They all saw the huge gap between themselves and Yang Xuan and felt ashamed for a while.
For a long time, Yan Changkong said, "well, Yang Xuan, let''s go to the inner door. First, we will receive the wind and wash the dust for you, but celebrate the reunion of master Pei and his brothers."
……
Time passed slowly, and several days passed in the twinkling of an eye.
These days, Yang Xuan was not in a hurry to practice. First, he accompanied Xia Yuwei and Fang Qingxue home to visit their relatives, and then spent most of his time traveling with the girls.
After so many days, he finally began to practice.
This morning, on the Cuiyun peak of the inner gate, in the former Qin Lan''s other courtyard, Yang Xuan sat cross legged in the practice room, preparing to practice the art of dividing silk and refining gods.
Filigree alchemy is a supreme magic power handed down from the last chaotic era, which is specially used for soul refining. It is needless to say how difficult it is to cultivate.
When a martial artist begins to cultivate, the first step is to cut off the spirit.
This step is extremely critical and dangerous. Yang Xuan had to be careful.
He first meditated and practiced his Qi, adjusted his essence and spirit to the best state, then held his breath, turned his mental strength into an invisible sword, and fiercely cut at the spirit.
At this moment, if you look through the perspective, you can see that his spirit in the sea vibrates violently.
At the next moment, a wisp of light white divine soul silk thread fell off from the complete divine soul.
The whole process was very short, but Yang Xuan felt almost scared. The severe pain could not be described in words. The pain made him show his teeth and look ferocious.
He was determined, or he would have passed out.
"If you eat bitterly, you will become a master. Hold it, I must hold it."
Yang Xuan clenched his teeth. According to the operation method of silk refining, he condensed a little spiritual power into a sharp sword again and cut it on the complete spirit.
Yes, it is cutting. Of course, it can also be called self cutting the soul, or stripping the cocoon.
As the spirit sword touched the spirit, Yang Xuan only felt that the whole head was going to blow up, but with his tenacious perseverance, he could bear it after all.
Soon, the second strand of soul silk thread was cut down.
That feeling is like lingchi, but lingchi is aimed at the flesh, while Yang Xuan is now lingchi to the spirit.
"Ho ho!" Yang Xuan''s upper and lower teeth trembled, and the pain almost wanted to roar up to the sky.
"Scream if you want. Just don''t faint." the purgatory boy smiled.
"Shut up!"
Yang Xuan was furious. The little boy had no conscience. Didn''t he see that he was suffering to death?
However, to Yang Xuanxin''s delight, his anger was vented, and the pain of the spirit was reduced a little. Although the range was very small, he was able to breathe.
"Smelly boy, how do you feel? Do you feel more comfortable?" the purgatory boy hummed.
"Boy, thanks." Yang Xuan realized that purgatory boy was to help himself.
"It''s just a small thing."
Yang Xuan didn''t answer again. He took a little rest, closely guarded the Lingtai Qingming Festival, and began his terrible self mutilation
This is the silk refining skill. It doesn''t need too high talent. A martial artist can practice this skill, but not any martial artist can succeed. After all, it''s a dangerous thing to strip the cocoon of the spirit. If it''s not good, he will have to become an idiot and even die on the spot.
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Screams can be heard in the practice room. The sound insulation effect is very good. People outside can''t hear it. Otherwise, Su ziyao and other women can''t rush in.
In just half an hour, Yang Xuan continued to peel off the spirit, which was painful.
But in order to become stronger, no matter how painful it is, he has to endure it.
In half an hour, he painfully cut nine strands of divine soul silk thread.
As the supreme supernatural power of the last chaotic era, silk refining can be divided into four stages: introduction, Xiaocheng, Zhongcheng and Dacheng, in which each stage corresponds to the corresponding divine soul silk thread.
Let''s put it this way. All those below the 999 thread of the divine soul are counted as beginners.
More than 999 strands of divine soul silk thread, Xiaocheng!
Beyond 9999 strands of divine soul silk thread, Zhongcheng!
Reach 99999 strands of divine soul silk thread, Dacheng!
Not to mention Zhongcheng and the legendary Dacheng, even Xiaocheng is destined to be a long and arduous process.
Without great perseverance and great spirit, it is impossible to succeed.
Yang Xuan was a man of two generations. He was calm and did not rush for success. After successfully cutting the nine strands of divine soul silk thread, he collapsed to the ground and fell asleep.
He was too tired and his mental strength was seriously overdrawn. If he didn''t have a good rest, he felt that his spirit would collapse immediately.
When Yang Xuan was resting, his spirit also changed strangely.
I saw nine strands of fine hair like divine soul silk thread, swimming back and forth around his divine soul in a counterclockwise direction, emitting a strange suction.
Under this attraction, the vitality of heaven and earth slowly poured into his sea of knowledge, nourished his spirit, and made his spirit grow all the time.
This speed is slow, but it is also very powerful over time.
It is no exaggeration to say that his mental strength is growing every day.
……
For several days, Yang Xuan cut the spirit in the practice room.
Su ziyao and other women didn''t know that he was practicing the art of dividing silk and refining God. They also thought that he was practicing Qi and improving his cultivation, so no one bothered him. After all, the eternal life hall is about to open, and Yang Xuan also needs to work hard to improve his cultivation.
Yang Xuan didn''t know how many women were thinking. After several days of self mutilation, he gradually got used to this inhuman pain. There were more and more divine soul threads around his divine soul, with hundreds of strands.
However, this is far from enough. He should strive to practice the silk refining technique to a small degree before the date agreed with the master Zhan Wang.
Time passed slowly in pain and happiness. When Li Yunfei and others came to the seven Xuanmen to meet, Yang Xuancai dragged his tired body out of the practice room.
"Thief!"
"Bad guy!"
"Woo woo, brother, what''s the matter with you?"
Su ziyao, Shen Yuexin, Xia Yuwei and others lose their appearance. Fang Qingxue and Gu Qingying even cry with fear.
Yang Xuan now looks too embarrassed. No, it''s better to be miserable than embarrassed.
His black hair was messy, covered with dark red dried blood clots. His originally spotless white clothes were also stained with blood. On his face, there were also blood stains everywhere
"Ying''er, xue''er, don''t cry. I''m fine."
Yang Xuan''s face showed a smile that he thought was charming, but he didn''t know that his smile was even more ugly than a ghost, but several women didn''t care about it now, and everyone''s heart hurt faintly.
Gu Qingying and Fang Qingxue burst into tears and couldn''t help jumping into his arms.
Su ziyao, Shen Yuexin and Xia Yuwei also came to him with a worried face
"Don''t worry, my wife. My husband has cultivated a secret skill. He did it carelessly. It''s no big deal."
Yang Xuan was careless.
"Really!?" several women looked suspicious. How could Yang Xuan describe this with a miserable word.
"Of course, I just feel a little tired."
Yang Xuan nodded, sensed something, and said, "little witch, let Li Yunfei wait for them. I''ll take a bath and change my clothes, and then we''ll go back to the sword palace."
Say it and enter the bathroom.
Seeing this, Su ziyao followed Xia Yuwei into the bathroom regardless of what Xia Yuwei''s women thought.
……
Yang Xuan and Su ziyao went out of the bathroom hand in hand. One was dressed in purple and the other in white.
When they came to the other courtyard, they found that not only Li Yunfei and manba came, but also Yan Changkong, Pei Yuntian, Yang Fu and many elders of Qixuan gate.
Obviously, they came to see Yang Xuan off.
"Sect leader, Pei ye, Fu Bo, and elders, I don''t know how long it will be before I come back. Take care."
Yang Xuan came to Yan Changkong and others and bowed.
"Go, the vast world outside is suitable for you."
"Be careful, smelly boy. If you can''t beat anyone, you''ll run away. I don''t want to hear your belch fart, old man."
"Son, Fubo has nothing to say. I wish you can show your style in the hall of eternal life, win fortune and step into the supreme in one fell swoop."
Yan Changkong, Pei Yuntian, Yang Fu and others spoke one after another.
"Farewell, everyone."
Yang Xuan didn''t say much, so he was ready to leave. At this time, a figure appeared silently.
(after the Kung Fu of Jixiang, Yang Xuan and Su ziyao go out of the bathroom hand in hand. One is dressed in purple and the other is dressed in white.
When they came to the other courtyard, they found that not only Li Yunfei and manba came, but also Yan Changkong, Pei Yuntian, Yang Fu and many elders of Qixuan gate.
Obviously, they came to see Yang Xuan off.
"Sect leader, Pei ye, Fu Bo, and elders, I don''t know how long it will be before I come back. Take care."
Yang Xuan came to Yan Changkong and others and bowed.
"Go, the vast world outside is suitable for you."
"Be careful, smelly boy. If you can''t beat anyone, you''ll run away. I don''t want to hear your belch fart, old man."
"Son, Fubo has nothing to say. I wish you can show your style in the hall of eternal life, win fortune and step into the supreme in one fell swoop."
Yan Changkong, Pei Yuntian, Yang Fu and others spoke one after another.
"Farewell, everyone."
Yang Xuan didn''t say much, so he was ready to leave. At this time, a figure appeared silently.