Chapter 326 The Old Man

When he saw the wind blowing towards Su Ming, and part of it dispersed from his temporary face, the old man surnamed Jing looked solemn in an instant. He suddenly understood why Bai often valued Su Ming in front of him so much.

"What a Su Ming..." The old man surnamed Jing muttered.

"I wanted him to have more time to bear under the stimulation of words. After all, the wind blowing under the speed of this cold weather is by no means unusual. It is the best quenching body...

And in the position of the tip of the sword, there is only one person who can get this kind of quenching. For the sake of Bai Chang, he can let this person practice here.

However, I didn't expect... This person's power of understanding has reached such a level that he has realized this level of realm! " The old man surnamed Jing looked at Su Ming with his eyes.

"I let him imagine himself as the wind, so that when the two winds collide, he can feel the power of the wind, so as to achieve the effect of quenching, quenching with the wind... But what he clearly realized is beyond this realm, so that his body can be penetrated by the wind, so that... when encountering the wind, there is The old man was stunned for a long time and looked at Su Ming's eyes, which was strange.

Su Ming crossed his knees there for a long time before he opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, his eyes were calm.

"Senior Jing, this wind is a little small. Can you make this crack slightly larger?"

The old man surnamed Jing snorted, but he did not say the word waste again. Instead, he raised his right hand and clicked in front of Su Ming. Suddenly, the crack expanded a little, making the blowing wind stronger.

At the moment when the wind blew on Su Ming, Su Ming closed his eyes, and the sweat pores of his whole body suddenly opened. In his mind, he imagined that his body had become the blood fog, which contained countless subtle gaps, which could let the wind penetrate directly, as if he did not exist.

As if his sweat pores would breathe, the wind blew on his body and was sucked away by his sweat hair in a strange way, and the rapid transformation and exchange in the body dispersed from the sweat pores behind him.

It's just that this way of breathing can't replace Su Ming's real breathing, which will also make him feel suffocated, and even more and more intense tingling in his body under the exchange of breath. However, this way does allow him to maintain a high speed beyond the load in the wind and even in time. There should also be a lot more.

As time went by, when it came late at night the next day, Su Ming opened his eyes, suddenly withdrew a few steps, took a few deep breaths of atmosphere, and his face gradually recovered. Such a move continued many times during the day.

The old man surnamed Jing never spoke again, but kept looking at Su Ming with a strange look, staring at the scene of Su Ming breathing with sweat pores.

"As far as I know, there are some fierce beasts that do not need to breathe. They use the skin of the body to replace the mouth and nose... If you hadn't known that you were indeed a barbarian and saw that you sometimes suffocated, I would have thought that you were a fierce beast." The old man surnamed Jing said strangely.

"Your method is different from my previous judgment, but depending on your appearance, this method will not last long. In the end? ...Can't be perfect." The old man surnamed Jing pondered for a moment and said slowly.

"But my speed is much faster than before, and I have persisted for a long time. For me, I am very satisfied with this result.

As for the more perfect way... you need to survive this war to be qualified to understand. Su Ming was silent for a moment and said in a low voice.

The old man surnamed Jing didn't seem to agree, but he seemed to think of something. He did not refute, but turned into a sigh.

"Maybe you're right. Only when you survive can you have a chance. Practice by yourself. I'm a little tired..." He shook his head, closed his eyes, and sat down silently there.

At night, the sky was dotted, but Su Ming had no time to look. After resting for a moment, he took a deep breath and came to the air outlet of the tip of the sword again. After sitting cross-legged, he used this way that even the old man surnamed Jing didn't understand to refine.

In fact, Su Ming doesn't know much about this. It's just a way to find out by himself according to the blood fog as inspiration. This way doesn't seem to be difficult. It can control every different breath of sweat pores all over the body, which requires a sense of insanity, which is difficult for ordinary people to do.

Even Su Ming needs to keep trying to slowly find some current laws and slowly unfold the quenching that is completely different from the load.

"You can't give up the burden. It's not that what others say is completely right, and I'm afraid this war will last for many years, and its tragic degree is even more unbelievable. Live?" That's the point!" Su Ming's eyes were firm and he closed his eyes.

The night gradually passed. In the morning of the third day, when the first sun looked up, Su Ming saw a different sunrise in the sky.

The sunrise was spectacular and attracted Su Ming's attention. After a long time, he closed his eyes and immersed himself in the refinement of the wind until the late night came again, until the third night passed. When the new morning came again, Su Ming stood up and walked to the old man surnamed Jing who always closed his eyes like a sleep.

The moment he came, the old man opened his eyes.

"Senior Jing, thank you very much for your enlightenment." Su Ming clenched his fist and bowed, with gratitude in his eyes.

"Don't thank me now. If you can survive this war, it's not too late." Su Ming had some habits in the way the old man surnamed Jing spoke. Hearing the words, he smiled, took out the wooden slip given to him by the evil son of heaven from his arms, and respectfully handed it to the old man.

The old man surnamed Jing took the wooden slip, glanced at it and frowned.

"The younger generation, the younger generation will leave here." Su Ming spoke calmly.

"Take the token of the predecessor of Tianxiezi, you can leave at any time, but there is still more than a day to reach Tianlan City. If you leave now, you have to go to Tianlan City by yourself." The old man surnamed Jing looked up at Su Ming.

"If there is nothing particularly important, I suggest you don't do it."

"This matter is very important to the younger generation." Su Ming looked at the old man.

"Give you seven days, and you can come to Tianlan City at your speed. You can feel the specific location with your vitality on the sword.

If you don't come back after seven days, you will be punished as defection!" The old man surnamed Jing shook his sleeves, threw the wooden slip in his hand at Su Ming, closed his eyes again, and ignored it.

But between his sleeves just now, on the protective light curtain of the sword behind him, there is a distorted fluctuation in a position. Obviously, it is the exit he temporarily opened for Su Ming.

Su Ming took Mu Jian, bowed to the old man with his fist, turned around and looked at his car at the edge of the crowd. Su Ming nodded with a smile, and there was encouragement in his eyes.

The car was silent, looked at Su Ming, and nodded in the same way.

As for Tianlan Meng, he still sat on the edge of the sword, with his back to Su Ming, with his hair on his shoulders, as if looking at the sky, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Su Ming withdrew his eyes. Under the surprised eyes of the people around him, he shook his body and went straight to the temporary door opened behind the old man. In a flash, he penetrated through the twisted curtain of light.

At the moment when Su Ming left the light curtain, a deafening roar echoed in his ear. The roar was still going on, and the big sword in the cold sky roared away. When Su Ming looked back, he could only see a black spot disappearing in the distance.

Then it disappeared, and then there was a violent roar.

In the vast sky, there was gradually silence. Su Ming stood there alone and looked at the distance. For a long time, he withdrew his eyes and took a step towards the earth.

At the moment he stepped, the ice ring of his body exploded before his body's ice ring. At this moment, the speed was amazing, and in the gallop, he felt a strong wind resistance. At the moment when the wind resistance was approaching, Su Ming unfolded the breathing method he had realized.

His body flashed and disappeared.

This speed has reached a shocking level. A moment later, on this barbarian land, at the top of a peak in a mountain, there was a strong wind roaring, and there was a void twist and ripple echoing. Su Ming's body, like a remnant reunited, stood there.

His face was pale. After he appeared, he breathed a few breaths in a row, and then he gradually recovered, but his eyes were bright and his heart was beating faster.

"The speed is much faster than before... The time can last for half an hour!"

Su Ming had a smile on his face. After the qi and blood in his body calmed down, he looked down at the mountains. On a large land not far away, there was a small barbarian tribe surrounded by wood.

In the early morning tribe, the cooking smoke curled up, and the noise of some children playing could be faintly heard. Standing here, Su Ming saw that in the small tribe, people were starting a new day.

Su Ming came to this tribe for the second time. He stared at it, a seemingly ordinary house.

He shook his body and walked down the mountain to the tribe.

Su Ming's arrival was silent. With his cultivation, the people of the small tribe could step into it unnoticed. When his body appeared in the stockade tribe, outside the ordinary house, Su Ming heard a wisp of music coming out of the house.

This song is full of tranquility. After hearing it, the whole person is at peace.

Su Ming stood there, closed his eyes, and immersed himself in the lost song. For a long time, the sound of the song gradually dissipated, and an old voice came out hoarsely from the house.

"You're here..."

"Su Ming, the younger generation, please meet the senior." Su Ming opened his eyes, calmed down, and bowed with his fist.

"Come in, yours, I've already fixed it."

Su Ming looked respectful and raised the door of the house. At the moment he stepped into the house, he saw that it was the same as before, and even the position where he sat down had not changed at all, as if in the past few days, he had never got up and damaged the old man, looking at himself there with a kind smile on his face.

His eyes are godless.