"After eating, continue practicing, do you think you really want to take the path of sword cultivation in the future?" Zhao Qingyang said while peeling a sweet potato. "This is not easy to walk."

"You have to." Zhao Xier nodded and said, "I still like swordsmanship. Over the past few days, I also feel that the advancement of strength is closely related to the breakthrough of swordsmanship."

Zhao Qingyang nodded slightly. There is no skill in swordsmanship. The skill used by Zhao Xier now is still the most superficial skill to draw qi into the body. Most of the skills used by warriors to build foundations are like this, but as a direct descendant of the Zhao family, it seems extremely shabby.

Zhao Qingyang could also see that these two people are not the branch of the Zhao family. One branch can have such strength. Then you really have to think about how powerful the main vein is. The foundation-building stage, no matter where on the continent, it is considered a powerful person who can occupy one side. If you break through the spiritual stage, you will be really a great monk with all his hands and eyes. Now, there must be four or five foundation-building stages in this family?

I didn't think about it carefully. After all, this is someone else's family matter. His current identity is just a swordsman. It's useless to ask. Even if someone tells me, it seems like he is gossiping.

"Then continue practicing. Come here tomorrow morning, I have something for you." Zhao Qingyang said.

Zhao Xier nodded and said yes, and was slightly surprised. The teacher was definitely a good teacher. She gave her the sword skills she had practiced and a sword of excellent quality. What should she give to her now?

I thought to myself that I was not absent-minded when practicing swordsmanship. I was so energetic that I saw Zhao Qingyang nodded from time to time.

After thinking about myself, it seems that he really doesn't have much pursuit. If he really can't make a living here, he can really be a swordsman or a master of a great power. Of course, he really hasn't thought about fighting for hegemony or something.

It is better to be happy to be idle now and traveling through famous mountains and rivers is a good place to relax your mood. If you limit it to one place, it is really a burden.

This is a bit contradictory. I want to go out for a trip, but I can't bear to be at ease.

I shook my head and stopped thinking about it anymore. At least I had to reach the tribulation stage first and then have fun. After all, I was only one step away from becoming an immortal. This step means that I need to change the world to play in the maximum level.

The next morning, when Zhao Qingyang got up, Zhao Xier had been waiting for a long time. She stood in front of the door, did not come in, nor was she far away.

"I got up late today." Zhao Qingyang yawned and smiled.

Zhao Xier naturally knew that the teacher was talking about himself, but getting up at midnight is not the standard for hermit strong men?

Zhao Qingyang glanced at Zhao Xier's dusty face.

Then he picked up a black mud ball beside him and handed it to Zhao Xier, "This is the pill I have refined for you. Well, although the heat is not well controlled and it is a bit muddy, it can still be eaten."

This is the poisonous weed that the teacher was leaving yesterday...

She still remembers what the share yesterday brought to her.

Staring at the irregular pill, a circle of black lines appeared on my forehead, why did I feel that this thing looks so unpalatable?

Think about it, after a pile of poisonous weeds is burned, it becomes a ball, and there is no appetite at all.

The black and dirty ones, but Zhao Xier still put them directly into her mouth. The teacher said it was a elixir, so she didn't care about the shape or what it was. It must be a elixir. The teacher said that it could be eaten, so she would definitely be able to eat it, and it would be beneficial to her.

There is no doubt about this.

After Zhao Xier put it in her mouth, Zhao Qingyang nodded, "By the way, the side effects are a bit big, just take it down."

It’s not that the side effects are big. Think about it, a bunch of poisons, and after Zhao Qingyang consciously burned it into a paste, the medicinal properties have been raised to a higher level. Originally, they could only clear the intestines and relieve the stools, but now they can wash the meridians and remove the marrow.

“What side effects are there…”

Zhao Qingyang shook his head and signaled that he didn't know either. He only knew that this thing could remove stains in the body from the body surface. In terms of various processes, this is the case. But, the specificity depends on your own ability to withstand and the specific absorption of the medicinal properties.

But before Zhao Xier could react, a dark blood burst out from her face and fell down dripping. Soon, it became a blood gourd.

"Go and clean it. This is the process of the impurities in the body being discharged. After that, use spiritual medicine to replenish this part of the blood and energy to remove impurities in the body. It seems that it can only be achieved in the Golden Elixir stage, and it will benefit endlessly throughout this life."

Zhao Qingyang drank a cup of tea and said quietly.

Blood and energy are not particularly important to strong people who have already refined their qi and cultivated immortals, but for a warrior, it is like life.

Zhao Qingyang did not tell her about this in advance because Zhao Qingyang was too lazy to guess what changes would happen. In short, they all developed in a better place.

Zhao Xier ran out quickly, and the blood color dripped down her body, forming a bloody road.

The blood was pitch black and splashed out from the pores around her body. In just a moment, she lost half of her weight.

"Xi'er, what's wrong with you?"

A sound full of energy came out.

Immediately afterwards, a figure quickly attacked Zhao Qingyang. Zhao Qingyang calmed down. This was a man in green, at the age of thirty, and his strength was second only to those two foundation-building people. The Qi Refining Period Great Perfection?

Zhao Qingyang shook his head gently, kicked the table beside him gently, and with the force, he avoided the palm wind and the energy brought by the side. The energy hit the table beside him. The ancient wooden table was split into two in an instant, and the teapot fell down and shattered in an instant, making a broken sound.

I didn't take advantage, but this made the visitor extremely shocked.

A pair of tiger eyes were a little low.

He asked himself that even the peak powerhouses in the Qi Refining Stage, or even those of the same level as him, it would be difficult to avoid them, let alone this unknown young boy. Before that, he had indeed heard that Zhao Xier had a swordsman, but the two heads did not say much, so he did not ask much.

It is indeed a bit tricky. The two brothers did not say it in detail, but he could feel that Zhao Qingyang was not afraid of him.

"You broke my teapot." Zhao Qingyang said lightly.
Chapter completed!