"Damn Li Tayue!" Zhang Tianpeng cursed hatefully.

If it were me, the secret that I almost got from my life was actually unable to practice because of my weak constitution. That would be crazy.

Leng Fei had long been accustomed to this kind of thing and smiled and said, "It's easy for me to practice the scented step on the moon, but Brother Zhang, you are just the opposite. It's easy to practice the sacrificial knife."

Zhang Tianpeng looked at the Kyushu's knife score and smiled and said, "It's not difficult."

The secret of the Kung Fu Sword is not the method of exercising strength, but the method of using the intention. If you use the intention to penetrate the knife, the more murderous intent and the more angry the intention, the stronger the sword technique will be.

The most important thing about the Happy Knife is deliberateness.

The more you accumulate the sword intent, the stronger your power.

Leng Fei handed over a flying knife, and Zhang Tianpeng stood with the flying knife, narrowing his eyes slightly and motionless.

Recalling the situation where he ran away with Zhao Qinghe in his arms, his chest was filled with resentment towards his incompetence, and his murderous intent towards Li Tayue was as strong as the essence, and was poured into the flying knife in his hand.

This sword must penetrate the world, break through the void, kill gods and Buddhas, and kill Li Tayue in the world and underground!

"Swish!" A light roar was heard.

A white light flashed, and the flying knife did not enter the wall.

Zhang Tianpeng frowned and came to the wall, carefully looked at the depth of the flying knife, then looked at the depth of the silver shuttle next to him, and shook his head.

Leng Fei smiled and said, "Isn't it enough to be so powerful?"

Zhang Tianpeng said: "It seems easy, but it is actually very difficult. It seems that it is not that easy to put your heart on the knife!"

He reacted now.

This Happy Sword is not able to really focus on the blade, but to make the body's strength explode through the accumulation of anger.

The stronger the anger, the stronger the power the body bursts out, and it has nothing to do with the intention of the sword that is focused on the blade.

He shook his head in disappointment.

Above internal strength is the internal energy, then the innate, then the qi, and then the qi. After one step deeper, you can enter the state of unity of mind and energy, and then you will have the intention of swords.

He thought that this Happy Sword could cultivate the sword intent now. It turned out to be a false and exaggerated statement.

Leng Fei said: "Take it slow, the power will become stronger and stronger."

"Oh..." Zhang Tianpeng shook his head in disappointment.

Leng Fei said: "This involves the martial arts of sword intent. The longer the time, the purer the sword intent, the stronger the power will be."

"I hope this is the case..." Zhang Tianpeng said.

He was absent-minded and was completely disappointed. He knew that practicing was a waste of time. Li Tayue was able to practice Kuaiyi Sword so strong, which may be related to his Pure Yang Sect's mental method.

Leng Fei felt that this Happy Sword was mysterious and not that simple. He had to spend a lot of effort to practice, and he might have a surprise.

The two of them did not go to Taoran Building, so they buried their heads in the house of Dengyun Tower and practiced hard. They came back to practice after scanning the street every morning.

Leng Fei would occasionally go home to meet Song Yiyang, and pass on the scented stairs on the moon and the Kung Fu Sword to Song Yiyang.

Song Yiyang was not interested in hidden weapons and thought that a pair of fleshy palms was enough. It was better to specialize in Xiaoyao palms than to be broad.

As for light skills, Xiaoyaotang's Qingfeng Step is already the top light skills, and he has no interest.

In the early morning of the fifth day, when they came back from sweeping the street, they saw Zhao Qinghe.

Zhao Qinghe was radiant and could tell at a glance that she was happy when she was having fun, and her cultivation level increased.

"Leng Fei, I've asked someone to check it out. Don't worry, as long as there is news, it will come." Zhao Qinghe said with a smile.

Zhang Tianpeng said: "Qinghe, what's the good thing?"

Zhao Qinghe took out a small box from her sleeve and handed it to Leng Fei: "This is for you."

Leng Fei took over the exquisite little purple lacquer box and asked with a smile: "What good thing?"

When I opened it, I saw a jade bottle with silver notes underneath.

Leng Fei's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly took down the jade bottle and took out the silver notes, with a total of three, each of which was a denomination of one thousand taels.

He was overjoyed and did not hide it.

With these three thousand taels, the retreat arranged for the elder sister and brother-in-law can work. One thousand taels can connect the relationship, and three thousand taels are more secure.

"I didn't realize that Leng Fei, you are still a financial fan." Zhao Qinghe smiled.

She originally thought Leng Fei would pay more attention to the jade bottle.

Compared with the spiritual pill in the jade bottle, three thousand taels of silver is insignificant, and it is just a part of the wealth found from Li Tayue's house.

There are strict regulations in the sect for spoils, and these three thousand taels and a bottle of Red Dragon Pills were distributed to her.

The Red Dragon Pill is the real good thing, and it is especially important for cold and falsehood.

Leng Fei smiled and put away the silver notes, picked up the jade bottle, opened it and saw the red pills sealed by beeswax, vaguely flowing red light.

"This is the Red Dragon Pill." Zhao Qinghe said: "It can strengthen the physical fitness!"

"This thing is good!" Zhang Tianpeng's eyes lit up.

Leng Fei looked at the Red Dragon Pill.

Zhao Qinghe said: "This is the secret medicine of Chunyang Sect, and it is not a story. This time, we have to seal our mouths, so we can get it. We have given two bottles in total. We have got one bottle and one in the sect."

"How about the marrow cleaning pill?" Zhang Tianpeng asked hurriedly.

"Slightly inferior." Zhao Qinghe said.

Zhang Tianpeng suddenly fell: "It's not as good as the marrow-cleaning pill!"

Zhao Qinghe smiled and said, "The reason why Changsheng Valley can establish a sect is because of the Marrow Cleansing Pill. They can only take advantage of this."

"There is also Yijin Pill!" Zhang Tianpeng said.

Zhao Qinghe shook her head and said, "Compared with the marrow-cleaning pill, Yijin Pill is not worth mentioning. There are no ten or eight types of Yijin Pill in each martial arts sect that compare with Yijin Pill."

"It's so rare for marrow washing pill?" Zhang Tianpeng frowned and looked at Leng Fei.

Since it is so rare, they must climb faster, and I am afraid that even if they get to the inner guard, they may not have the chance to get it.

Zhao Qinghe said: "If you want to obtain the Marrow Cleansing Pill, it can only be said to be a beautiful delusion. The key to Marrow Cleansing Pill is not only difficult to refine, but also because medicinal materials are rare. I am afraid that there will be few Marrow Cleansing Pills in the Longevity Valley. It is not your turn to make a great contribution, and it is useless."

"What about this Red Dragon Pill?" Zhang Tianpeng snorted.

Zhao Qinghe said: "The Red Dragon Pill is said to be refined from dragon blood. If Li Tayue hadn't been too bad this time, he wouldn't have given these two bottles. Chunyang Sect must have hurt a lot. It was made of one less."

Zhang Tianpeng looked at Leng Fei: "Brother Leng, eat and have a look."

Leng Fei was so cold that he looked at Chilong Pills, crushed beeswax and threw it into his mouth.

It goes down the throat and turns into a burning air flow, flowing in the body, warm and comfortable wherever it passes.

Leng Fei smiled as soon as he smiled, and his smile immediately stopped.

The warm air flow became hotter and hotter. In the blink of an eye, it became as hot as magma, and the whole body was burned, making it hard to bear the pain.

Sweat drizzled down, his face turned red like drunkenness, and the breath he exhaled was burning, as if his internal organs were on fire.

"This..." Zhang Tianpeng was surprised: "It doesn't matter, right?"
Chapter completed!