Cold-Faced Little Changkong's "Approval"

The next days passed quickly.

Yun Jingheng cuts life into two pieces.

During the day, he was digging through the stacks of books to dig into the theory of Soul Tool. The more he flipped through it, the more he realized how deep this thing was. The arrangement and combination of Core Array were more convoluted than the formulas of advanced mathematics in his previous life, but he managed to get in.

Sometimes he would be taken out and used as a target by Cai Yue'er.

Ye Xinglan Their practical class requires a "moving target" that can be used to attack without actually killing anyone. A guy like Yun Jingheng who has a sixth-level cultivation and knows how to measure is a perfect sparring partner.

When he first came on stage, he was still thinking about how to be merciful, but Ye Xinglan flew past his ear with a sword, cutting off a strand of his bangs.

"... Are you serious?" He touched the ends of his hair.

Cai Yue'er stood on the sidelines with his arms folded, smiling broadly, "The loser will brush the shoes of the whole class tonight."

That afternoon, Yun Jingheng took turns in a class and blasted for two hours.

"You are not a living target, you are a living troublemaker!" Xu Xiaoyan stamped his feet angrily.

But later they got used to it, and even began to actively ask him to "be more cunning", because the dodge speed and emergency prediction he forced out would be of great use in real battles.

Tang Wulin and others learned a lot, but what is shocking is that Gu Yue can fight Yun Jingheng back and forth without using two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.

Xu Xiaoyan even suspected that Yun Jingheng deliberately let off steam during the fight with Gu Yue.

But it really didn't happen. In fact, after Yun Jingheng released Xiao Jiu to fight Gu Yue, Gu Yue quietly opened some seals and began to directly pressure Yun Jingheng.

But this scene, in Xie Xie's opinion, was a great improvement for them. He immediately started a provocation with confidence, and then was chased and beaten by Yun Jingheng for more than half an hour. If he hadn't been stopped by Cai Yue'er, he would have probably stayed in the school hospital for a few days.

Every night, after everyone goes to bed, Yun Jingheng sits cross-legged on the bed, scatters his consciousness, and captures the remaining Moonlight threads between heaven and earth.

Lunar Path Technique is deeper than he imagined.

It only took him three days to master the first part, but the second part started to involve how to compress, purify, and repeatedly temper the Moonlight introduced into the body into a more pure form, which was much more difficult.

He had been competing with those slippery Moonlight every night for the first half of the month. He had obviously introduced a large area, but in the end only a thin wisp was left, which was enough to fill the gap between Golden Core's teeth.

This is obviously a waste of time and there is no need to rush.

But he was anxious, so he took out the Lunar Divine Metal given by Gu Yue and sucked it using the method he had learned.

What originally took several years was suddenly reduced to half a month, and his Golden Core solidified visibly to the naked eye. The silver light on the surface changed from a mist to a thick glaze, and the temperature of the Moon Palace also accelerated.

One night later, he felt that the pattern of the floor tiles inside the palace lit up in a complete circle, from the main hall through the cloister and back to the starting point. The first turn was completed.

The material of the Moon Palace is visibly refined to the naked eye, and the scratches on the surface have become deeper, like natural weathered lines rather than knife-carved marks.

He began to vaguely feel that the circulation of Soul Power was smoother than before.

The most direct change is reflected in the sparring with Wu Zhangkong.

Wu Zhangkong would spend two days a week fighting with him. The first few times, Yun Jingheng was pressed to the ground and "rubbed."

His sword was as fast as a ghost. His Soul Power shield had no time to open before he was slapped on the shoulder by the back of the sword, paralyzing half of his body.

If he uses his age and experience to bully others, he is not allowed to use Soul Skill, nor is he allowed to use a sword.

Just fight him with nothing!

"Too slow." Wu Zhangkong put away his sword, his face expressionless.

When we got to the back, Yun Jingheng was able to dodge his sword.

Later, he opened the Soul Power shield and hit three swords. The shield cracked but he did not fall.

One recent afternoon, Wu Zhangkong came to "feed" as usual. The moment the sword was unsheathed, Yun Jingheng did not retreat, but took a step forward.

The Golden Core in his Dantian suddenly turned, and a stream of silver Moonlight rushed up his right arm along his spine. His speed suddenly increased, and he slid past the sword edge sideways, and slapped Wu Zhangkong's forearm with his palm.

Wu Zhangkong's wrist tilted, and the tip of the sword was crooked by three inches.

His eyes narrowed.

In the next half cup of tea, Yun Jingheng's strikes became faster and faster, Moonlight Spiritual Power surged through the meridians more and more smoothly, and every punch and palm carried a "tenacity" that was not seen before.

The force will bounce again the moment it touches the target, removing the shock and replenishing a layer of dark energy at the same time.

This is "Silk-Twining Force" recorded in the third chapter of Lunar Path Technique. He has just scratched the surface of his training, but it is enough.

At the last moment, he pressed his elbow against the spine of Wu Zhangkong's sword and pushed it forward. He took half a step back.

The yard was quiet for a moment.

Wu Zhangkong looked down at his retreating foot, then raised his eyes at Yun Jingheng. There was no expression on his face, but the corner of his mouth moved slightly.

"... Practice for another hour tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

Yun Jingheng leaned on his knees and panted, looking down at his slightly trembling right hand, feeling an indescribable sense of joy in his heart. He didn't use all his strength with that elbow just now.

His sword doesn't seem to be as fast as before?

Is time really a killing knife?

About ten days later, at the end of a certain sparring session, Yun Jingheng executed a complete set of Silk-Twining Force's combos for the first time. The wind from his palm drew a silver arc in the air wrapped in the moonlight, and hit the Soul Power cover of Wu Zhangkong's body. The cover shattered into spots of light all over the sky.

Wu Zhangkong took three steps back before he could stabilize his figure, and the wind on his chest made a dent in his clothes.

He stood silent for a long time, looking at the slowly recovering folds on his chest, and then raised his eyes to look at Yun Jingheng.

"What you have been using recently is not the one your father taught you?"

Yun Jingheng closed his palm and scratched his head. "Well... it's just a small change that I thought about."

Wu Zhangkong didn't ask further.

He just put the sword back into its sheath, turned around and took two steps toward the door. He stopped again, turned his back to him and said, "Your father would be happy if he knew about your current progress."

"If you pass my test here, the teacher will come to practice with you from now on."

After saying that, he left.

Yun Jingheng was standing in the yard, the sun had already set in the west, and his shadow was stretched out and spread on the blue brick floor.

"Grandpa Zhuo practice with me?"

Moon Palace hangs quietly in the Dantian. The silver light on the surface of Golden Core is nearly twice as thick as a month ago, and the rotation speed is also three minutes faster.

He took a deep breath, spread out his palms, and a ray of silver Moonlight condensed into extremely fine threads on his fingertips, swirled around his knuckles and spread out.

"Third Trial..."

He muttered in a low voice, "It doesn't seem like it will take more than a year."

"Grandpa Zhuo... Huh! I have to pull out some of your beard tomorrow!"

Zhuo Shi, who was observing in the dark, twitched the corner of his mouth.

Feng Wuyu next to him smiled heartlessly.