I Have Refined Qi For 3000 Years!

The old man left Qingshui Village with firewood, rice, oil and salt on his back, and walked on the mud road in the countryside.

His home is quite a distance away from Qingshui Village, and you have to walk 20-30 li to get there, and his family’s neighborhood is also his family. The wild beasts in the nearby mountains will occasionally Come to bother him.

Fortunately, although the sword of Sword God is broken and sharp, although it is already impossible to compete with the heroes of the world at the sword meeting, it is still possible to deal with the wild beast between the mountains and the wild.

Halfway, on the road ahead of the old man, suddenly an eleven or two-year-old boy, holding a bamboo sword in his hand, was gesturing to practice the sword in the middle of the road.

It’s so nice to be young…

Seeing this young man, the old man couldn’t help feeling a little bit. He glanced at the young man casually, and then he couldn’t move anymore. Up.

“This…Is this?”

He thought that an eleven-twelve-year-old young man practicing swords at best would only practice some Jianghu on ordinary, which is more popular. Basic Sword Technique, but he didn’t expect that the Sword Art derived from a bamboo sword in the hands of this young man was so profound and exquisite that he was a little dizzy.

The old man’s favorite in his life is this brilliant Sword Art technique. If a stunning beauty wears light clothes and dances in front of him, then let a peerless swordsman use his sword in front of the old man at the same time art, the old man would definitely go to see swordsmen practicing swords

After all, where can women practice swords for fun?

On Sword Dao Road, the old man thought he was already at the top of this World. Even if it was the Daoist Immortal on Jianghu and Great Xia Nation Consecrate, the old man thought he was in Sword. Above Art, will not lose to them.

His only difference is his age and cultivation base. In fact, after a fight, he found that his Sword Art is even better than those of Old Monsters.

However, at this moment, the unprovoked Sword Art of this young man’s transformation has some swordsmanship, but even he can’t figure it out.

The old man couldn’t help but stand by with a basket on his back, watching the young man practicing sword, as if drunk and stupefied, until the young man finished practicing a set of Sword Art and ready to leave before he woke up. .

“Little baby, please hold your steps!”

Seeing that the young man was about to leave, the old man hurriedly said.

The young man turned his head, and the old man noticed his face. It was the youngest boy who was one of the trio in the village before.

“Oh, it’s you.”

Bai Li holding the bamboo sword, seemingly surprised to ask:

“Does Senior have any advice? “

“I can’t talk about advice.”

This old man is also a sincere man. He looked around and sent out true qi with one arm, intercepting it from the tree by the road. Go down a branch, and ask:

“Young man, can I compete with the old man?”

“…Compared with the sword?”

Bai Li looked at the empty right hand of the old man speechlessly, then looked at his pale white hair and the chai, rice, oil and salt behind his back, and then said:

“Senior, it’s not like touching porcelain. , How can you be so disabled, old and carrying things, and then let me fight with you? In case you type it out anyway, you will stay at my house in the future, and my parents must beat me to death. , Can’t be compared, can’t be compared.”

“Ai, I didn’t touch your porcelain, I just want to see your Sword Art.”

The old man waved his hand:

“You don’t believe me, should we make a note?”

He put down the back basket, and he fetched white paper and ink pen from the back basket, pinched it with his left hand, crookedly Wrote a letter of guarantee.

Bai Li took the letter of guarantee handed by the old man, looked at it hesitantly, and said:

“Senior, it’s not that I look down on you, you are obviously not Left-handed, then your left hand is definitely not your dominant hand. It’s too big for you to compare with me with the sword in your left hand.”

“It’s okay, you just come.”

The old man smiled confidently.

Of course he can see that the sophistication of Bai Li’s Sword Art is even higher than the Sword Art he has mastered. This kid is definitely a dead genius, but he is only twelve or thirteen years old. At his age, even if he started body forging cultivation from his mother’s womb, the old man felt that Bai Li’s cultivation base would definitely not surpass him, an old man who has been immersed in Martial Dao for 40 years.

No matter how subtle Sword Art is, it needs to be supported by the corresponding foundation, otherwise, even if it can be used, it will be just a display, empty and tangible, without the slightest formidable power. It is really invincible. The old man is completely You can drum up true qi and cut and crack Bai Li’s swords.

“Well, since it’s you.”

Bai Li nodded head, shua shua wrote own name on the white paper, pressed the handprint with the old man, and then He put away the writing and raised the bamboo sword, and the body suddenly emitted a powerful true qi that was still above the old man.

“Come on, Old Senior, please make a move.”

Old man: “…”

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Fifteen minutes later, Bai Li retracted the sword in his hand, with a regretful expression on his face.

In front of him, the one-armed old man silently looked at the broken branches on the ground, his face a little sad.

“Ai, it’s no better than no better.”

He said to the injured old man shake one’s head:

“If you still have your hands, use your usual You can fight with a sword in your hand. Now you are like this. Bullying and bullying juniors is okay, but it’s totally impossible to compare swords with me. Old Mister, unless you can find someone to heal your hand, otherwise on Sword Dao Road, you can’t already Go ahead.”

Putting away the bamboo sword, Bai Li glanced at the old man again, filling Blade Dao:

“It’s a pity…well, forget it, go home Eat.”

After speaking, he left here without looking back, and moved towards Qingshui Village.

The old man did not keep him. After Bai Li left, the old man silently raised his hand and blasted a small hole on the ground, and then buried the broken branches in the hole.

After the soil was filled and leveled, he put the basket on his back and continued moved towards his own home, his back was a little sad and lonely.

We walked for a while, and when we could see the crude soil wall of his house, in the mountains next to him, for some reason, there was another man with white hair. He was also by the side of the road. Sword practice in the wild.

Compared to Bai Li, this man’s sword is the sword qi. The flying sword qi directly cuts the three-meter-square weeds around him, in the wild grasses. A clearing was formed in the middle.

The old man couldn’t help but look twice more and found that the Sword Art used by the white-haired man was the Sword Art used by the boy before, but the sword art of the white-haired man was even better than that of the boy before. To be a bit more subtle, the formidable power sword qi was instructed by him like an arm, and easily controlled within three meters of his own, forming an absolutely impossible intrusion field. The sword light combined into a circle of swords. The old man was fascinated.

But he lowered his head, looked at his empty right arm, and then sighed helplessly, no longer looking at the white-haired man practicing sword, but carrying a basket on his back, continue walking home.

Sword cry suddenly stopped, the old man was surprised, and a gentle voice suddenly came from beside him, asking:

“Elderly, since I stopped to watch, why not watch In the end, isn’t Bai’s Sword Art not enough to be in Elderly’s eyes?”

The old man turned his head, and it was the white-haired man who was practicing swordsman who made the sound. Behind, looking at the old man, his face was a little curious.

“No, Little Brother is young, and Sword Art has already reached the realm that I can’t understand. Your brilliant Sword Art makes it appear that the entire Jianghu swordsman is a man of fame, a real Sword The name of God should be given to you.”

The old man said to him:

“I didn’t see it because the Sword Art couldn’t enter my vision, but because it It’s too profound. I am already not qualified to touch it now.”

After that, the old man lifted his empty sleeves, and then turned to continue moved towards home.

“Is it because I lost my dominant hand?”

The white-haired man behind his back suddenly said:

“Elderly, if I Say, I know there is someone who can heal your arm. Would you like to try it?”