Chapter 9

Zhou Heng couldn't help feeling creepy.

He went to the edge of the pond and looked down, but it was dark and he couldn't see anything. He kept reaching out his right hand and touched the water. A strange cold came and made his blood coagulate.

When he touched the water in the pool, it immediately produced ripples, and the shadow moving on the mountain wall swayed.

This is enough to prove that it is indeed a shadow shining from the bottom of the water.

Zhou Heng quickly withdrew his hand and frowned more tightly.

The water was so cold that he almost froze him with one touch. If he was immersed in it, wouldn't he be frozen to death in an instant? Strangely, such cold water doesn't freeze!

But how incredible is it that someone can walk on the ground underwater? Moreover, even if you don't freeze to death, haven't you suffocated after such a long time?

His body was full of adventure spirit. Under the influence of curiosity, he really wanted to jump into the pool and swim to the end to see what happened. But reason told him that this was pure suicide!

Zhou Heng was not afraid of danger, but he never meant to live impatiently.

The figure was moving all the time, and his feet were elegant, as if there was a very special rhythm, which made Zhou Heng focus on it involuntarily, and even speculate and grind it constantly. When he woke up, he was already moving with the figure.

Boom!

He stumbled under his feet and fell solidly.

This footwork was as elegant as a fairy in the figure, but Zhou Heng still studied gourd, but it was neither fish nor fowl, like a drunk. He couldn't even walk, but he tripped himself.

Zhou Heng jumped up and looked at the figure still shaking on the mountain wall. He couldn't help thinking, if he played lingtianjiu, could he stab the figure on the mountain wall?

This footwork seems to have a aura, looking ahead and suddenly behind, completely unpredictable!

Be sure to learn!

Zhou Heng put down his doubts, just focused his eyes on the figure, stared closely at the steps at the foot of the figure, turned around and moved around, just right and wonderful!

He constantly pushed the changes and understood the mysteries bit by bit.

Every time he looked at it, he would have more understanding. Zhou Heng couldn't help but be ecstatic. He kept giggling on his face, with a very rich expression.

Unknowingly, the first sunlight in the morning projected into the valley, and the figure on the mountain wall disappeared immediately.

Zhou Heng couldn't help but feel disappointed. He looked like a child was robbed of a beloved toy, full of reluctance. But the next moment, he felt the pain in his back and legs. He couldn't help sitting on the ground, and his bones seemed to be scattered.

He was so tired after practicing mysterious footwork all night?

Zhou Heng looked at the blue sky and felt a strong sense of sleep. He soon closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, he was very hungry. He quickly got up and went out of the valley to find something to eat.

The cave was so long that he went out almost two hours later. He was so hungry that Venus appeared in his eyes. It seemed that giving him a cow could swallow his head and tail!

After hunting a hare, Zhou Heng quickly found a river to wash it, made a fire and roasted it. After wolfing down, he patted his belly and showed a satisfied expression.

Zhou Heng went on hunting. He got seven rabbits and a goat, then cut a lot of firewood and brought it back to juegu in batches. He planned to live in juegu for some time.

After a busy day, Zhou Heng had time to stop and have a rest, and then began to think about Lingyun nine swords and the wonderful footwork he saw last night.

Although the sword technique and footwork are completely out of touch, Zhou Heng feels that there is a trace of common meaning in them. They compare and confirm each other, constantly giving him the feeling of enlightenment.

"This footwork is very clever. If I can use this footwork to show Lingyun nine swords, who else in the world can dodge?"

Zhou Heng's heart is full of expectation.

When the moon came, his heart was at sixes and sevens. If the figure on the mountain wall no longer appeared, all his expectations would be lost.

At midnight, the black broken sword released abundant energy on time. Zhou Heng quickly sat down cross legged and had to digest this benefit first. Nearly twenty minutes later, he stopped, opened his eyes and saw another moving figure on the mountain wall.

coming!

He was ecstatic, but he forced himself down and concentrated on remembering the wonderful footwork.

Complex, mysterious and changeable!

Zhou Heng couldn't help but secretly rejoice. If he hadn't been practicing Ling Tianjiu style for more than a month, I'm afraid it's really impossible to remember this mysterious footwork, because the figure wasn't teaching him actively. It was so fast that he would miss a key change in the blink of an eye.

In Zhou Heng's complete lack of awareness, the fish white appeared again in the East. Soon the sun fell, and the figure disappeared immediately.

Tired! Strange tired!

Zhou Heng sat down on the ground and felt his eyelids as heavy as a mountain. He immediately fell asleep.

As soon as he woke up, it was the afternoon. He ate something in a hurry and spent time again on the speculation of Ling Tianjiu's style and footwork, constantly increasing his perception, and there were always surprises.

At midnight, when Zhou Heng finished refining the benefits given by the black sword, he saw the figure on the mountain wall.

His life became monotonous again. He went to bed in the morning, studied swordsmanship and footwork in the afternoon and evening, practiced for a while at night, and then watched the mysterious footwork of the mysterious figure. He would go out of the valley only when he ate up all the food.

Fortunately, he has less time to practice martial arts and greatly reduces the consumption of food, otherwise he can eat things for more than ten days a day!

Although he doesn't have much time to practice, he can't stand the black broken sword. Every time he gives him amazing benefits, his cultivation is still increasing greatly every day. More than ten days later, he reached the four-level peak of body cultivation.

In just over two hours, Zhou Heng made a breakthrough in a small realm and stepped into the fifth floor of body training!

He was a little numb to his almost demon's promotion speed. After only one joy, he devoted his energy to the study of sword and footwork, and was almost obsessed with demons.

Another 20 days later, he broke through again and reached the sixth level of physical training, catching up with or even surpassing most of the younger generation of the Zhou family. To his surprise, the black broken sword has been secretly transforming his body. Although it is very subtle, he can still feel it in two months.

His mind becomes more agile, his eyesight becomes more sharp, and his memory becomes better!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

In the valley, Zhou Heng's body was elegant, and his feet stepped on steps that could not be described by words, as if he had integrated into the whole heaven and earth. It was clear that he was there, but it always gave people the illusion of turning a blind eye.

"After more than a month, I finally mastered the operation of the whole set of footwork!"

"However, any body method needs to cooperate with the corresponding Zhenyuan force operation route to give full play to its power, which I can't do! But even so, this set of footwork is still mysterious and greatly increases my self-protection ability!"

"Although I learned it secretly, I still named it... Feiyun step!"

Now when he takes the Feiyun step again, Zhou Heng won't have the back pain when he stops, as he did at the beginning, as if every bone would fall apart.

Just like Ling Tianjiu style, at first he seemed to be fighting against the heaven and earth, so every step was extremely laborious, but now he was integrated into the nature of heaven and earth, which was free of any fetters.

"I have completely mastered the form of Feiyun step, but the charm can only be understood when I get the corresponding formula, which I have no way!"

"It's no longer meaningful to stay here. The time has entered December. It's only 22 days from the end of the year. It's almost time to go back!"

"It's late today, so stay here for another night and leave early tomorrow morning!"

Zhou Heng made up his mind that after dinner, he didn't study Feiyun step any more, but instead practiced Lingtian nine moves - he spent most of his time on Feiyun step for more than a month.

When the long sword is wielded, it emits a lot of silver. It is as mysterious as a flying dragon in the sky.

But Zhou Heng is always dissatisfied. So far, his mastery of Lingtian's first style still stays in the degree of form, and he can't grasp the charm.

It set him back.

Unlike feiyunbu's master stealer, Lingyun nine moves were taught by black sword. Although there is no traditional formula, it is directly integrated into his blood and body. In fact, it should be easier to master.

Is he so stupid?

Zhou Heng stood with his sword and thought carefully. He only felt that there was always an opportunity missing, so that he could only linger on the periphery and could not really understand the mystery of Lingtian nine moves.

He closed his eyes and thought quietly. The foot seemed to be in front of him, but he didn't know how to kick it out.

He was as motionless as a stone statue.

After a long time, a little cold came from his face. Zhou Heng suddenly opened his eyes and saw that there was white snow in the sky. Each piece was the size of a goose feather, and the whole night sky became magnificent.

It's already a cold winter!

The snow was heavy, and soon the valley became silvery white. Zhou Heng didn't move. Under the heavy snow, he also became a snowman, integrated with the whole world.

Silver makeup is white!

Zhou Heng looked at the pure white, his thoughts seemed to fly into the infinite starry sky, looked down at the world and imagined the vast scene. His heart suddenly raised infinite pride and blood torrents all over his body.

Buzz!

The black broken sword in the elixir field vibrated gently if it felt.

This is the opportunity he hopes for!

Zhou Heng laughed, his body moved suddenly and his sword started!

A magical scene appeared, and all the falling snowflakes suddenly stopped, as if an invisible hand was controlling everything!

Lingtian first style!

The long sword is drawn, like the birth of the universe, full of unspeakable mystery, and like the great road Zen singing, all things should be in harmony!

This sword finally has Aura!