Qinmenzhong.

In a house full of spiritual energy, Qin Fangyang was pushing three violent talismans in front of his son.

"Father, this is..."

Qin Cheng looked at the violent talisman in front of him and was confused. This thing can increase his explosive power for a short time after being activated. It is mainly used when he fails to escape in a battle. Why do he want it?

"This is a violent talisman. You don't even recognize this, right?"

"My child knows, but my father gave my child the violent talisman. The child has not yet been able to establish a foundation, and it is unlikely that he will encounter such a thing as a life-and-death fight."

Qin Fangyang nodded on the table and said: "My father never thought of letting you fight to the death with others, and these talismans are not violent qi talismans, but violent blood talismans."

"Violent Blood Talisman?!"

Qin Cheng was startled when he heard this. He subconsciously took two steps back and said in a panic: "Father, isn't it forbidden by our Qin sect to refine violent blood talismans? If you are discovered, you will be severely punished!"

Qin Fangyang's eyes flashed with anger, and he scolded in a low voice: "Look at how cowardly you are, what if you are discovered? Now that Qin Yan is dead, Qin Guan has been seriously injured and has fallen to a great level. Who in the sect can compete with me?"

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"And Elder Qin Yong..."

"He's a piece of shit!"

Qin Cheng shrank his neck and reminded: "Father, Elder Qin Yong is in the Wenhuo realm like you."

Seeing his son's submissive look, Qin Fangyang was furious: "So what? Twenty years ago, he was in the late stage of Wenhuo. Now I am halfway to Wuhuo. As long as the opportunity comes, I can achieve Wuhuo and become the first honor of the Qin clan."

Master Sect, he is still in the late stage of Wenhuo, what is there to be afraid of?"

"I called you here today to explain something. Although Qin Yong is nothing, Qin Guan is a tough opponent. If I want to unify the Qin clan, he has to be eliminated. Take these violent blood talismans and find an opportunity to deceive them.

A fool used it to kill Qin Long, which not only ruined Qin Guan's mood, but also framed him and drove him out of Qin, hahahaha."

Qin Fangyang laughed loudly when he got excited.

"Hehehehehe..."

Qin Cheng's laughter caught his attention. He glanced at his son curiously and asked, "Why are you laughing? Do you understand the reason?"

Qin Cheng shook his head: "I don't know, it's just that I saw my father smiling, and I thought there must be something wonderful going on, so I smiled along with him, hey hey hey... Father, do you think I am smiling appropriately?"

Qin Fangyang: What the hell did I do to give birth to such a stupid son?

"Don't laugh anymore, go get something done quickly. If you don't know who to look for, the Wujian family is weak and his two sons are good candidates."

Back hill, open space.

There is a dead old tree on the edge of the clearing. Although it is still alive, the dead branches on the treetop are like steel needles rooted deeply into the sky.

Legend has it that this ancient tree has existed since the Qin sect was not established. It is extraordinary that it has survived thunder and lightning to this day. However, Qin Long, who practices under the tree, knows very well that this ancient tree looks vigorous on the outside, but it is decayed on the inside. As long as

If pushed by a strong external force, it will collapse and fall, just like this decaying Qin Clan!

‘Boom!’

A shallow fist mark appeared on the ancient tree. This was the steel fist he practiced.

When you practice the steel fist technique to a high level, you can punch four times the power of one punch. Qin Long has not yet achieved great success, so he can barely punch less than twice the power of a punch.

However, even this less than doubled punching power was not something Qin Long could bear.

There was a dull pain in his hand. Qin Long looked down and saw blood oozing out from the back of his hand, which had clearly defined joints. He shook his head involuntarily: "No, although the force of this steel fist is fast and strong, the force cannot be effectively restrained. During the battle,

It is easy to leave flaws, and it also places high demands on the physical fitness of the cultivators."

Looking at his still somewhat immature hands, Qin Long frowned.

"This is still the entry-level level of Steel Fist, and I have also reduced my strength. I cultivate my Qi but not my body. Although the cultivator with spiritual energy is superior in strength, my personal quality is too weak. These hands are simply those of a girl. Could it be said that I want to

To learn this steel fist, should I also practice the iron sand palm as well? This would take too much effort."

When Qin Long was thinking about the problem, the yin and yang fish in his body moved and swam straight up along the meridians. After gently circling his damaged hand, it quickly returned to the Dantian.

In just a moment, the slightly bleeding area on Qin Long's hand was already intact.

"What is going on? Can this Yin-Yang fish still heal injuries?"

After feeling the inexplicable movement of the Yin-Yang fish, he immediately crossed his legs and looked inside, observing the Yin-Yang fish in the air sea.

The white silk threads were still chasing head to tail happily in the air sea. At first glance, there was no change, but attentive Qin Long found that their color had dropped a lot, and they were still rapidly absorbing the energy stored in the air sea to restore them.

"Since they can treat injuries and are self-sufficient, can I wrap them directly around my fist? In this way, wouldn't it be possible to directly treat wounds without causing any injuries!"

Just do it when you think of it. When the yin and yang fish returns to its original state, Qin Long thinks, and the yin and yang fish goes up along the meridian to his right hand.

In front of the ancient tree, Qin Long sat on his horse with his waist lowered and used all his strength to punch the tree trunk.

I thought that the yin and yang fish would heal the wounds the moment they were injured, but I didn't expect that when they punched, they immediately sank along the meridians and returned to the sea of ​​​​qi in an instant.

"Come back!"

Seeing that his fist was about to hit the ancient tree, Qin Long shouted loudly and used his spiritual mind to pull the Yin Yang Fish back into his fist. This punch was done with all his strength. If it could not be repaired in time, it might even cause a fracture.

In the blink of an eye, the Yin-Yang fish that originally sank into the sea of ​​energy was dragged tightly by Qin Long with his thoughts, and was squeezed and pushed toward the fist.

However, what Qin Long didn't expect was that for some reason, although the other end of the Yin-Yang fish was also dragged, it still refused to obey his orders and remained rooted in the essence pool of the sea of ​​​​qi, motionless.

Under the restraint of his thoughts, the Yin-Yang Fish was urged into a long white line, which instantly hit his right fist from the sea of ​​air.

In an instant, a surging force of unknown origin came from his waist and abdomen.

‘Boom!!’

The ancient tree shook suddenly, and Qin Long's fist was deeply imprinted in the trunk.

He thought that there was no treatment from Yin Yang Fish, but the pain that he exerted with all his strength did not come. Qin Long took out his fist and took a look, and was surprised to find that there was not even a single tear on it.

An undetectable layer of light film lingers on the fist surface. The light film has become extremely dim, but it quickly recovers under the feeding from the other end of the connected air sea.

Looking at the light film on his hand, Qin Long was so surprised that he was speechless.

"This...could this be the inner energy of Yang stationed in Yin as mentioned in Qimen Jiuzhuan? In this way, if I can absorb energy during war, doesn't it mean that I can be self-sufficient while fighting?

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Imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel.

Just when Qin Long thought he had found the heaven-defying use of the golden finger, the essence stored in the sea of ​​​​qi was actually drained away by this punch, and the light film also flickered and disappeared without a trace.

Having lost the energy to feed him, the Yin-Yang Fish retreated into his Dantian and circled feebly, waiting for his breath to come out.

"You only lasted three seconds in total?"

Qin Long looked at his right hand blankly, what the hell is this, a real man in three seconds?

He was a little speechless. The plug-in was very easy to use, but the disadvantages were too obvious. If used excessively, the administrator would discover it and his account would be banned.

Fortunately, the unblocking period did not last long, so he was somewhat comforted.

Sitting cross-legged, just when Qin Long was about to enter the body, Qin Cheng's gentle but sinister tone appeared not far away.

"Oh, I wonder why I can't find you, this loser, anywhere. It turns out you are practicing secretly in the back mountain where no one comes."

Qin Long opened his eyes slightly. Opposite him, Qin Cheng was still wearing the same moon-white robe with a gold crown on top. He was shaking a mahogany folding fan with a gold edge in his hand.

The monk in the door.

"Oh my god, what is he practicing? Why haven't I seen him?"

Qin Cheng knowingly waved his folding fan and said to the two ordinary monks following him.

"Brother Cheng, we don't see many rural tricks like this in the Qin sect. I was lucky enough to encounter a street performer in a village at the foot of the mountain. Only then did I know that there is such a skill as external power in the world." The monk next to him was flattering.

The way.

Another monk also sarcastically said: "Yeah, I didn't expect that in our cultivation sect, there would be people learning this kind of external skills. Oh, I almost forgot. There seems to be a genius in our sect who was abolished a few days ago.

The Dantian has become useless, presumably in preparation for making a living as an artist in the future!"

"Hahahaha, okay, well said!" After listening, Qin Cheng laughed loudly at the wonderful point and kept clapping his hands.

After searching his memory, he remembered these two monks. They were a pair of brothers. The elder brother was called Wu Xing and the younger brother was called Wu Yong. They were famous wallflowers in the Qin sect.

When he was the all-powerful man, these two people worked as his followers for a period of time, but now that Qin Long has lost his cultivation, he turns his face and goes to lick Qin Cheng.

"Hmph, are two wild dogs leading a man around worthy of barking in front of me?"

Qin Long faced the monk's ridicule and responded calmly.

"you..."

The two monks were furious and drew out their sharp swords to teach him a lesson.

"Wait a minute." Qin Cheng temporarily stopped the two of them with a folding fan.

It was true that he wanted to kill Qin Long, but this was still inside the door. It would not be easy to hurt someone directly with a weapon, so he tapped the long sword in the opponent's hand from the air.

"Although we are here to have fun today, we are in the middle of the sect and we cannot use weapons to fight. We should put away our swords before we go out. This way we can find excuses if we are beaten to death."

The two monks said "yes" obediently and took off their long swords and walked towards Qin Long with bare hands. In their eyes, Qin Long who had his dantian destroyed was just an ordinary person. Even if they were using their bare hands,

The aura bonus can also easily kill him.
To be continued...