Chapter 12 Breakthrough

"Brother!" Just as Yan Li shook the green silk soft sword and was ready to take action, Yan Jia, dressed as a man, came out from the side and stood in front of Yan Song without saying a word.

Yan Li didn't bother to look at the other party and said impatiently, "Where did the poor hunter come from? Get out of here quickly!"

I didn't expect him to scold, and a white shadow flashed in front of him, and then slapped his mouth. His heart was amazed, and he saw another tall middle-aged man next to Yan Song. The middle-aged man wore a cloak and pressed his eyebrows, and he couldn't see his face.

After seeing the means of middle-aged people, Yan Li could see that the other party was also a seventh-level Xuanshi for the last time. He suddenly had no idea. The arrogance and anger just now went out of Jiuxiaoyun in a blink of an eye and had to look back at Yan Ke.

Yan Ke was stunned and did not dare to act rashly. He was quiet for a moment and saw that the other party had no intention to do it, so he coldly turned his attention to Yan Song: "The family will do martial arts in a month. If you dare to come, I will dare to abolish you on the spot."

Yan Song rubbed the printing hall. First, he looked up and smiled at the middle-aged man in white, and then glanced at Yan Ke on the opposite side with the corners of his eyes: "Big uncle, help me slap that guy twice. Well, I will slap you back after a month."

Yan Ke felt bad when he saw Yan Song's strange behavior. When he heard the other party say it, the blue veins on his forehead suddenly burst out and he was furious: "Yan Song, don't bully people too--ah!"

Before Yan Ke finished speaking, he was frightened to see the man in white suddenly appear in front of him and slapped his mouth. Before he realized what was going on, the other party had stood back.

Wiping away the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, Yan Ke's face was swollen and purple, his expression was distorted, and his lungs were about to explode, but he avoided the strength of the other party and did not dare to explode after all. Finally, he stared at Yan Song with tearing eyes and had to leave.

Yan Yan followed Yan Ke, with a dull expression and absent-mindedly took two steps. When she looked back at Yan Song, the other party had already turned around and left with the old and young beside her with a smile.

Back in the bamboo forest, Yan Song was about to thank his uncle. Yan Jia threw her leather hat on the ground. Her white little face seemed to shed tears. She endured it and finally shouted, "I won't leave a letter when I go out. Everyone is very worried about whether you know? If it weren't for my father today, let's see how you end up!"

Yan Song was stunned and looked at Yan Feng. Seeing that Yan Feng drank a glass of water, coughed twice, and walked into the bamboo house indifferently. Only then did he realize that he really shouldn't go out alone, so he apologized to Yan Jia, "Sister Jia, I'm just--"

Before he finished speaking, Yan Jia walked into the bamboo house with a straight face, took a burden and fell to the table: "Here are 20 first-level intermediate beast pills. If you treat us as a family, take it. If you are afraid of owed to our father and daughter, you can leave!"

Yan Song's heart suddenly trembled. Although the other party was angry, a warm current flowed into his heart. Looking at Yan Jia and Uncle Yan Feng, he was at a loss for a moment.

......

In the depths of the bamboo forest, flowers and flowing water. Yan Song sat next to the stream and received the seal with his hands. His face was full of sweat, and his closed eyelids moved. Suddenly, from his right hand to his chest and abdomen, a perfect curve flashed away a lot of dust from his body, and then suddenly opened his eyes: "The Yangmingjing is opened, and then you can open the Yangmingjing. Break through the six-fold harden body!"

He stood up and shouted, "Heaven Swordsman - Sword!" His right hand had leaned forward. The teenager's little hand brushed a bamboo pole in front of him, mysteriously, and his right arm led, and the thick bamboo pole seemed to be stuck to the face of the teenager's hand, and it actually moved with his palm. The huge bamboo pole was bent by a small hand.

Suddenly, Yan Song's palm suddenly changed to the two fingers in the food, bowed under his feet, shook his arm forward, and only heard a "sneer", and two fingers were inserted into the bamboo pole together. The power and strength were no less than breaking the mysterious finger.

"broken!"

With a loud shout, the two fingers in the food were like drills, spinning violently and clicking. The hard bamboo body was twisted raw, and the five or six meters tall bamboo fell to the ground.

"Ha!" Yan Song poked out his fingers and rowed from one end of the fallen bamboo pole to the other. Wherever he passed, he cut through the thorns, and all the side branches and buds were removed. In a blink of an eye, a bare bamboo had been caught in his hand.

Yan Song held a five- or six-meter-long bamboo pole in his hands, hit left and right in the bamboo forest, cut up and down. The slender bamboo body was really inconsistent with his small figure, but he insisted on playing this disasonant weapon.

In order to practice the swordsman's swordsmanship, Yan Song worked hard on his two fingers in the food. In half a month, his two fingers endured the same training as his little thumb. He lay prone with one finger, stood upside down with one finger, hit the sand table, and hit the sandbag...

He once thought that if he practiced breaking the mysterious finger with the two fingers in the food, the effect would be better. However, when he practiced the sword introduction, he found that the two fingers in the food did have a strong drilling force in the early stage of training, but the more he practiced, the more obvious the water and fire attributes of the two fingers, which could not cause too much impact. On the contrary, the little finger, the more refined steel it is. When Yan Song exerts his strength, the broken mysterious finger can even drill through the ordinary iron sword and the finger is intact.

"I will definitely keep in mind the kindness of my uncle and daughter." Think about half a month ago, if it hadn't been for Yan Jia's more than 20 beast elixirs, Yan Song would not have been able to practice the swordsman's introduction. He thought it was just a matter of a few words. He didn't want to pour 20 beast elixirs into the Nihon Tripod, and the complete concept of four or five sentences and the three words of the imperial sword style quickly appeared in his mind.

It turns out that the sword introduction style not only relies on the two fingers to break the sword, but also pays more attention to the purpose of brushing the palm to achieve the purpose of sticking things. Just like just now, the palm of the hand is brushed on the bamboo to let the bamboo pole, which is to be realized.

Yan Song picked up a thin bamboo on the ground, opened his mouth and bit a few bamboo leaves, chewed them for a long time, and finally spit them out: "There is still half a month to strive to break through the sixfold of quenching. The imperial sword style can't be practiced yet, so I can only try to practice the mysterious finger. Yan Song had no time to hunt beasts and exchange beast elixir for mysterious skills, so he had to improve himself from the existing mysterious skills.

In this practice, in addition to walking pulse deficiency, he devoted his energy completely to the broken mysterious finger. He can only do two mysterious skills now, and the swordsman's introduction is not mainly attack. If he wants to attack his opponent, he can only break the mysterious finger. If he wants to defeat his opponent in the family martial arts, he can only work hard on the broken mysterious finger.

Day by day, constantly practicing, Yan Song sometimes doesn't even have time to eat. Yan Jia's figure is rarely seen these days, and he doesn't even have time to consider whether the other party is still angry with him.

"Break the mysterious finger! Broken finger! Broken finger..."

The falling sandbag was poked one hole after another, and all the sand was left from it. Yan Song was sweating profusely and kept poking as if he was going crazy. At the same time, he kept shouting three words of broken Xuanzhi in his mouth. Finally, with a "ah" sound, I was so tired that I fell down in **.

Breaking Xuanzhi practiced more and more diligently, but he couldn't break through. Yan Song was extremely unhappy. He took two deep breaths and wanted to calm down the impetuousness in his heart, but after a moment, he was even more impatient. There was a faint disorder in his mind: "These days, I have tried my best. Why can't Break Xuanzhi rise to Qixuan! The foot Yangming acupuncture point can't be opened either! Tomorrow is the family martial arts meeting. What should I do? What to do!"

curled up and rolled back and forth in **, feeling extremely uncomfortable and troubled in the heart.

For a long time, thinking that his brain was tired, Yan Song suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had found the only way: "No, you must break through! I must break through! Keep practicing! Um, who?" Sitting up, I was about to continue to walk, but suddenly I saw a white shadow flashing by the window.

"Is it uncle?" After asking himself, the teenager pondered suspiciously for a moment, suddenly jumped up, broke out of the window, and chased after him.

The white shadow was extremely fast, and several flashes ran to the depths of the bamboo forest. Yan Song chased after him. On an open space, the white shadow suddenly stopped. Yan Song was stunned and saw the person in front of him, with white clothes and black hair hanging down. Although he turned his back to himself, he could still recognize that this person was the woman in white who saved him at the Yan family six months ago.

Yan Song was puzzled. He didn't know why this person appeared here at this time. He stood for a long time and couldn't think of a reason. Just as he was about to ask, he suddenly saw the woman's arms moving.

Yan Song was about to defend, but he saw the other party take out a jade flute from his sleeve and blew it up.

He chased after him all the way and didn't see the other party's face, but he could feel that this person must be the mysterious woman. I don't know whether it was to deter the invisible pressure of the other party or have a self-known name, Yan Song did not dare to go around to the front and look at the other party's face. A song of nature has fascinated him.

The moon star is sparse, the wind moves the bamboo forest, and the sound of the flute is rotating. Yan Song stood behind the woman and listened quietly. For a moment, he was completely intoxicated. Slowly, he suddenly found that the Xuanqi in his body began to resonate, secretly in line with the rhythm of nature, and there was a faint tendency to spontaneous impulse.

Yan Song was shocked, looked inside his body, looked at the woman who blew the flute in front of him doubtfully, and muttered, "How could this happen? Did..." seemed to realize something. The teenager immediately sat on the ground and walked with a pulse. Although he didn't know the details of the other party, the other party saved him half a year ago, and Yan Song had some depth in his heart.

The melodious flute sound came from the ear to the heart, and Yan Song suddenly had a hundred times the spirit. With the help of the previous day, he controlled the Xuanqi in his body and kept washing the acupuncture points. Finally, from the left foot to the chest and abdomen, a perfect curve flashed away.

Opening his eyes, the teenager jumped up. Under the turbulent and mysterious energy in his body, his little finger flashed slightly and clicked on a huge stone on the ground.

"Break the mysterious finger! Qixuan!"

With a muffled bang, the boulder first had no response, and then there was a continuous crack, and a mesh crack appeared on the surface, and finally a bang broke into the ground.

"Ha, it's all broken through, that's great!" Yan Song looked at the stone smashed by him, turned his head excitedly and thanked the woman in white, but the other party had long disappeared.

The excitement of the breakthrough suddenly disappeared, and Yan Song had a trace of loss and a trace of doubt at this time: "How can this person give me the feeling of being like the voice in the virtual realm of Jade Bodhi..."

Yan Song scratched his head and thought deeply. Suddenly, he was hit on his shoulder. He suddenly turned his head and relaxed his alert expression: "Sister Jia, you're here."

Yan Jia seemed to be still angry, expressionless and meticulously. She looked for Yan Song's eyes just now: "What are you looking at? Is there anyone else here?"

"No, I'm practicing. It's not early. Go back."

"I'm going to the Yan family to do martial arts tomorrow, right?" Seeing that Yan Song nodded solemnly, Yan Jia handed the burden in her arms to the latter. Although she still didn't smile, her tone was still stiff. She still stared at Yan Song from time to time, but the words she said had relieved her previous unhappiness: "Change the clothes I made for you tomorrow."