The years passed, and the years passed, and the time passed, and nine years passed.

The old child Lu Yun has now grown up to be a young man.

Above the mountains, Lu Yun was a green shirt, with long hair floating, and was facing an old man.

"Master, your sword has bursts into strength of 150 pounds, the speed of the sword dances, and the blink of an eye is five steps."Directions to the Northwest.Change, a breath turned to the southeast, I don't know... right?"

He looked at the occultists and talked.

“It’s old, really old!”On the other hand, the occultist listened to the landing cloud, shook his head, and couldn't help but feel the emotion.

Every move of his, by the face of the boy in front of the clear, calculated a point is not bad, it is really terrible!

"In this way, Master has said it hundreds of times, and the body is getting younger and younger!"Lu Yun laughed.

Today's Xuanyu people, with the receipt of Lu Yun as a disciple, the mood is much better, the mentality is also younger.

"Your sword's way has finally become a big deal, and now down the mountain, I'm afraid there are not many people who are your opponents!"

“Thank you Lord for feeding me!”Lu Yun laughed.

Nine years time!Nine years time!

Nine years ago, he had been able to draw with the occult people, and after nine years of deep cultivation, his sword art had almost reached the point of shock.

Lu Yun is now against the enemy, all the opponent's state, whether it is his weight, the speed of running and jumping, or the power of his shot, can be clearly perceived by him.

Seeing a person, in the mind of Lu Yun, can immediately accurately estimate the various vitalitys of this person!

Huashan competes with his sister every year, and in the past, there were some tricks for his sister to take him with a subtle sword method, but now, as long as he moved the sword, he could kill his sister in seconds.

On the mountain, he was almost the first.

Not just for the sister, but for the... master.

The Xuanyu Dao is the seventh-heavy realm of Zixia Gong, and Lu Yun is now the seventh.

It is reasonable to say that Lu Yun could not reach the seventh weight in nine years, but Lu Yun still achieved it.

The power!

The power of mind in the hands of Lu Yun, and the martial arts to promote each other, played a huge role.

It is because of his ability to achieve such an accomplishment.

Ordinary warriors, meditate and cultivate, although their own veins can be perceived, but they cannot see.

I knew that the real air was flowing there, but there was a layer of flesh that isolated my vision.

My eyes cannot see.

If you can see it, it's a problem...

And Lu Yun has the ability to help, can see their own context...

To see it means not to go to hell.

Cultivation, every moment, is in your own control, including the degree of true air flow, the size, the difficulty of impacting the acupuncture points, the strength...

All of this can be seen and calculated.

How could he go into flames?

Cultivating the inner strength of the Taoist family may be a great deal of attention to others, such as the nature of the mind, and it is necessary to be in an ethereal environment in order to be able to cultivate.

But for Lu Yun, these are not problems.

His purple buds can be successful, and later largely rely on the various roles of mind.

The seventh floor of the Zixia Shen Gong, who has not been broken for 50 years, has been cultivated by the modern leader, and Lu Yun has reached it in nine years!

In the first year, the cultivation to the purple Xia success - purple sponge.

In the third year, the cultivation of Zixia reached the fourth weight - Ziyang was empty.

In the ninth year, the cultivation of Zixia has reached the seventh weight, and it is still one step away from the eighth weight!

There are no people before, no one after!

Lu Yun's horror cultivation, all the predecessors, with the later generation appeared in the future to throw off ten streets!

“Little brother, how’s your violet cultivation?”There is a master sister Su Qingwan from far away, smiling.

At this time, when the red sun rises, it is hazy, golden light sprinkled on the face of Lu Yun, reflecting a faint faint lavender micro-mong.

“Look at it and you know!”Lu Yun smiled slightly.

The thought moved slightly, and the purple spirit instantly turned into a tight and flexible purple air, all over the body, a thighless windless automatic, and the surface was covered with silk loose purple.

On the long sword, the lavender clear light flowed endlessly, and a little wave, there was a sound of Hehe wind and thunder.

A sword comes out, such as the beginning of the sunrise, the clouds are empty, and the golden light is pouring in, which is unstoppable.

“Wow, that’s great!Little brother, your purple Xia Gong... it will not be a big one!”Su Qingwen saw a ghost look, incredulity.

After the younger brother could hang her for a year, Su Qingwan knew that his younger brother was a genius in martial arts, an extraordinary genius.

Although the little brother is very talented, he did not expect such a genius...

No wonder his master is getting younger.

If it is nine years of success, it is the genius of the unprecedented who has never come before...

“It’s still a little bit!”Lu Yun shook his head.

It is indeed worse.

Zi Xia God Gong totaled nine floors, and he cultivated to the seventh level.

The first to the third floor of the purple god's work is to be long-lasting for the purple, the true gas is flexible and dense purple air, and if it is done with people, if there is nothing in the beginning of God's work, it is like a cloud, but it is extremely tough, and even overwhelming.

The fourth to the seventh floor, Ziyang when empty, compared to the sponge air of the purple, is tight and flexible, on the contrary, the masigo, and even with silk hot, aggression like fire!

This purple spirit of the purple spirit, is to turn the real gas into a feminine soft air, like water, suitable for the use of the Taoist palm and the like of the soft kung fu, good at guarding and then attacking, continuous.And Ziyang when empty, is the real gas to masculine, violent as fire, suitable for the use of masculine fist and the like of the fierce kung fu, good at hard, forward-looking attack.

Now that he has reached the seventh floor, there are some speculations about the purpura of the ninth floor of the purple spirit.

Purple gasification, is to be true air soft and gentle, yin and yang and combination, mixed, unpredictable, training to the end can be in vitro to achieve the body rebound of the door!

It’s hard to hear the name, just listen to the name!

In fact, it is extraordinary, it is completely inconceivable.

In the description of the Taojia qigong classics, Xuanmen's anger is directly compared with Shaolin King Kong's unbad god success!

"Brother, go ahead, break through as soon as possible, my sister is still waiting for the younger brother to protect me!"Su Qingwan smiled and stood beside Lu Yun and looked at the sun.

Maybe even my brother...

Lu Yun smiled slightly, but the Xuyu Dao gently knocked on Su Qingwan, helpless: "Eile, if you cultivate well, *gong also want to cultivate to the fifth weight, why is it now the third weight!"

Su Qingwan cultivates the * skill, but it is not the kung fu of the Huashan Daoist, but it is also a divine skill.With her qualifications, nine years of cultivation to the third weight, is already beyond ordinary people, a small genius.However, according to the occult people, Su Qingwan did not do his best.

After all, how can a little girl work hard for nine years in Huashan, is it not too boring?

"Wan Er, Yun, now it is useless to work hard, and it is time to go down the mountain and travel!"The occult suddenly spoke.

As soon as this sentence came out, Su Qingwan and Lu Yun showed their joy at the same time.

In the mountains of Huashan for nine years, it can finally be out of the mountain.

In the world of the Great Song, Lu Yun came.