Chapter 051 Eightfold Practice

"The feeling of being rich is cool! I ordered three, one to feed people, one to pigs, and one to throw around!" Hongxuan took out his teeth and said with a little satisfaction. Today, the money was spent very well, and he secretly said that I would dare to look down on beggars in the future, and we beggars are also rich people.

"Sung, your three pots of cabbage porridge." The shopkeeper came to Hongxuan humbly with porridge, gently put down the food, and then ran away from the best beggar.

"Old man, this pot of porridge is yours!" Hongxuan took out a pot of porridge and pushed it to the old man next to him. Then he picked up a pot and fell to the ground. The cabbage porridge immediately flowed all over the floor, and a group of little pigs rushed up and ate happily. He himself picked up a spoon, scooped up a little rice soup, rinsed his mouth in his mouth, and then spit on the ground.

"You...you..."

"God, you don't care if there is such a prodigal son!"

"There is still heavenly principles in this world. Help!"

The onlookers were about to spit blood by Hongxuan's action. They beat their feet and their chests one by one, covered their faces and lamented, shouting the injustice of the world. Hongxuan didn't care about the people around him. He picked up the white cloth prepared by the restaurant, wiped his mouth, and leaned on the table with a satisfied look. The old man next to him was all the opposite. When Hongxuan gave the pot of cabbage porridge, he took it up and drank it. In a blink of an eye, most of the full plate of porridge had gone.

"Old man, you are so good at eating! When I first came here, you had already eaten and drank here, and then you almost ate most of the whole banquets in the border city, and now you have finished drinking this pot of porridge in one gulp! Are you still human? I find that you are a monster!" Hongxuan covered his mouth in astonishment and looked at the old man's belly, but he did not notice the full weather at all, and his heart was secretly surprised.

"Ha ha, the boy's temper is in line with my appetite! You are a good guy!" The old man patted Hongxuan on the shoulder, and suddenly, a strong electric current shivered out and rushed to Hongxuan's body in an instant! That current is even far more than the water generator cast before, at least tens of millions of volts! The electric current trembled, Hongxuan's scalp was numb, and his hair was like lightning, standing upside down! The body is charged with electricity, and the soreness has shaken Hongxuan to move!

"You!"

After a moment, the electric current dissipated. Hongxuan turned his head and looked at the dishevelled old man again. However, when he turned his head, he was horrified to find that the old man had disappeared. There was no trace, as if he had never appeared, and the whole space had disappeared from him. On the table, there was a pair of purple gorgeous gloves. The knuckles on the gloves were vivid, and a metallic luster flashed by.

Picking up the gloves, Hongxuan looked around blindly and seemed to be at a loss. Who was this person? He suddenly disappeared in broad sunlight. His strength was beyond imagination. What did he mean by leaving this pair of gloves for himself? Doubts filled his heart. Hongxuan Hongxuan no longer wanted to eat. He left the remaining 4,000 Zhongpin Yuanjing, and then flashed by, swept away the crowd, and disappeared for a moment.

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In the dead of night, the bright moon shines

On the back of his hands, he leaned against the window alone. Hongxuan quietly stared at the prosperous cold city. A sense of loneliness flashed across the corners of his eyes, and a pair of purple gloves in his hand still flashed with metallic luster tirelessly. Looking at the cold city with traffic, he felt a trace of fatigue for no reason. He hopes to live a plain life, but God will not allow it; he hopes to wander around the world quietly, but the three sects will not allow it; he hopes to find a wife happily, but Qiu Jing will not allow it.

Twenty-two years old!

It is 22 years old and more than a year old, but Hongxuan has just cultivated to the realm of Yi Miao, far away from Wuzong. In the eyes of others, his age is determined to be talented, and the stars are shining in the past and present, but who knows his sourness. After many years, he can break through the shackles of Wuzong and achieve his myth. He is at a loss. If he gives up, he still has a short year of life. At a prosperous age, who doesn't want to survive forever, but because of the system, he can only wait for the ruling of fate.

"There is still one year left! Breaking through Wuzong is really slim. If I succeed, that's my blessing; if I fail, I have at least fought for my life and worked hard!"

Leaning against the window and looking at it, Hongxuan clenched his fist, and a firm flashed his cheek. He secretly made up his mind to practice with all his strength from now on. The hatred of the three major sects, Yaozong, Zhenzong and Qizong, was put aside for the time being. As long as he breaks through Wuzong, he will have unlimited time to spend. In the face of the three mountains, what is Hongxuan afraid of?

'Go to the sword!'

He shouted softly and called out Taichu. A purple sword light passed the door and immediately stopped firmly in front of Hongxuan. Staring at this strange sword, Hongxuan's vague mind found a little home. Holding the sword with one hand, the sea of air runs, and the vitality riots out, pouring into the sword body one after another. With the influx of vitality, a heterogeneous space quietly emerged, gradually wrapping Hongxuan. In a moment, Hongxuan was already immersed in the heterogeneous space.

The realm of easy marrow, eight times the speed changes!

One day of cultivation in different space, eight days in the outside world!

With the help of Taichu's divine sword, Hongxuan began his crazy cultivation. On one side of the earth, the vitality rotated and rushed to the whole body in a whirlpool. Under the moisture of vitality, Hongxuan's body and mind were slowly strengthening, and he began his impact towards the infernal realm of Wuzong.

In the alien space, Hongxuan is not limited to a small body, but leaves him an endless space of nothingness. In this space, Hongxuan can do whatever he want, and a touch of magic will turn into a human body. He holds Taichu in his hand, swings the sword and dances, and the sword vibrates, causing the surrounding air to hunt.

The nine-style sword, the lonely wind cooperates with the nine-style swordsmanship created by Taichu, one move breaks one style, the move is sharp, the angle is strange, it is unpreventable. And every night, Hongxuan will seriously practice the nine moves of swinging swords. The nine moves of swinging swords are complicated and varied, and there are countless changes in sword moves. The first type: The broken sword style of the nine-style swing sword contains 360 kinds of changes, specializing in breaking sword moves! Type II: The broken knife style of the nine-style swinging sword contains 810 changes, specializing in breaking the knife! Type III: The broken array of the nine-type swing sword contains two thousand and forty-eight transformations, specializing in breaking the array!

Although the swing sword nine is tedious and complicated, and it is quite difficult to practice, its power is quite amazing, far beyond ordinary swordsmanship. So far, Hongxuan has only practiced the nine-type of swinging swords to the second type of broken knife, and the third type of broken array knows a little about fur and has not yet started. The two thousand and forty-eight transformations of the broken array are so complicated that it is difficult for him to control them in a short time. Without the guidance of the array master, he may even stagnate in the broken array for a long time.

Under the beginning of Taichu, eight times the time accelerated. Hongxuan waved his long sword. In the void space, the purple trembled. The nine moves and one move of the swinging sword were gradually becoming round and familiar. Just as he was practicing, with a bang, the whole alien space disappeared and his mind shrank back.

"What's going on?"

He frowned slightly, and Hongxuan was a little confused. He looked at the dim and dull Taichu next to him and looked at it. It turned out that the vitality in the sea of Qi was insufficient, and the eight-time speed change really consumed too much energy. His own vitality was only consumed for an hour, and it was difficult to support.

"Eight times the acceleration time, how can the energy consumption be so horrible!"

In the past, the realm of empowerment accelerated four times. With the vitality of the sea of gas, he was able to support the middle of the night. Now after breaking through the marrow, it accelerated eight times, but this energy is only enough to support for an hour. He sighed secretly that Taichu was really not a fuel-efficient lamp. In desperation, he had to take out the remaining medium-quality Yuanjing for cultivation and consumption. Yesterday, in Hantian University, he got 10,000 Zhongpin Yuanjing. Fortunately, he came to the restaurant and spent 9,000 Zhongpinjing. At night, he spent dozens of yuan on housing. Now he only has more than 900 Yuanjing.

Seeing the rapid consumption of Yuanjing, Hongxuan couldn't help but smile bitterly, picked up the remaining crystals to absorb the atmosphere of heaven and earth, and then poured into Taichu. In addition to the exchange of money, the most important thing is to provide the energy of heaven and earth and supply personnel to practice. After Yuanjing, Hongxuan continued to practice and began his evening homework. Hongxuan, who was immersed in cultivation, did not find that the pair of gloves he got during the day actually flashed a trace of dragon singing!

One night, in a blink of an eye, Xuanyang swept over the top of the mountain and shone on the mainland of Kyushu. The cold city, which had been silent all night, became noisy again. After a night of practice, Hongxuan also opened his eyes slightly and stopped his practice. He looked at Zhongpin Yuanjing, who had turned into powder beside him, and couldn't help but feel a trace of tenderness on his cheeks. More than 900 Zhongpin Yuanjing was exhausted in one night. What made Hongxuan most painful was not the 900 yuan crystal, but the 900 yuan crystal did not support him to practice until dawn.

" Eight times the acceleration time, and the energy consumption is so horrible! In order to speed up the cultivation, it seems that we have to find some extra money to get some Yuanjing in the future. Otherwise, this time is really not enough."

A wry smile flashed with a wry smile. He didn't expect that he was still worried about Yuanjing. He always thought that Yuanjing would not bring such things related to money, but he had to fall into the cliché in order to practice. I was secretly annoyed, and I had to worry about Yuanjing in the future.

After tidying up, Hongxuan did not take out a Yuanjing to buy clothes. Now he is still the tattered white robe he used to wear, but for the sake of image, he still washed it slightly. His fluffy hair was also stretched upright, elegant black hair, dark eyes, handsome face, if it hadn't for the tattered white robe on his body, He is really a gentle scholar, but who knows that this man is a well-dressed beast in his heart.