Finally, Lin Qingshan handed over the bone tempering pill to Lin Nianwen and asked Lin Shizhen to help him refine the pills.

With Lin Nianwen's cultivation level, it is very dangerous to take the bone-tempering pill. It must be sold by a strong person in the Concentration Realm to protect the meridians and the heart.

After the two left, Lin Qingshan opened the booklet given to him by Lin Nianwen and studied it carefully.

He was very interested in this art of controlling the essence and forming silk.

After a long time, Lin Qingshan closed the booklet.

According to Lin Nianwen's method, he began to practice the art of controlling the essence and forming silk.

Generally, it is difficult for the true energy to continue to control when it leaves the body, and it is impossible to control it like a silk thread.

To condense the true essence into a silk, you need to circulate the true essence from the dantian, through the diaphragm, connect the lungs, then enter the pelvis, along the anterior edge of the acromion, to the outside of the elbow, along the radial edge of the forearm, enter the depression between the extensor longus and extensor shortus shortus, and finally occurs at the Shangyang point at the end of the finger.

Lin Qingshan circulated a trace of true energy, flowed out of the dantian, and carefully moved along the meridians to the acromion.

Suddenly, when the true energy turned around, Lin Qingshan accidentally lost control.

Lin Qingshan was not discouraged and continued to try.

once.

Once again.

...

Lin Qingshan kept failing and tried constantly.

The cultivation process is not easy and requires extraordinary control.

Fortunately, Lin Qingshan has strong soul power and has always had a strong control over the true energy.

Finally, after failing many times, a small but condensed silk of true energy surged out from his fingertips.

Lin Qingshan gently danced the silk of true essence, and the thin silk swayed in the air like a dragon's beard.

The silk of true energy continued to spread across his fingertips, reaching out to a length of 100 feet, and stopped.

Lin Qingshan's control has reached its limit.

"Although it's not as good as Nianwen, it's enough!"

Lin Qingshan pulled out his long blade.

This knife is slender, snow-white, with a flashing cold light. It is a spiritual weapon made of precious materials such as Xin iron.

The silk of true energy surged out of his knife-holding hand and attached to the long sword like a spider web.

Control the power to form a silk, and use the silk to control the knife!

It was already night, and the stars were like water.

Lin Qingshan left the house, came to the atrium, and began to use the wind-cutting sword technique that he had already become familiar with.

The long sword seems to be integrated into the wind, light and fast, but not losing strength, and the combination of hardness and softness is vivid.

Like a flowing light like a flying phoenix, step and body, spirit and sword.

Lin Qingshan's spirit and spirit are united, and he is fully focused. Through the silk of true energy, he experiences every bit of power on the sword. He only has the sword in his hand, only the sword in his eyes, and only the sword in his heart.

The dazzling sword lights were tangled and intertwined in the atrium, and countless sword shadows burst into sharp and cold.

Every muscle in his body was beating.

The air was stirred and driven, and it surged, gathered towards the forest and green mountains, and gathered on the knife in my hand.

It seemed as if a vague light of inspiration flashed through my mind, and the air around me was slightly rhythmic and the breeze came.

At this moment, Lin Qingshan seemed to fit the world, and controlled everything within a few meters.

An invisible momentum gathered on him.

The momentum was like the substance, like an extremely sharp long sword, which could break through the sky with its sheath.

Lin Qingshan wanted to cut this sword, but it seemed like a wall of doors and could not enter.

Finally, the wind stops and the knife is closed.

"It feels a little bit bad!" Lin Qingshan stood in the atrium with his hands behind his back, showing regret.

In the early stage of martial arts, we should experience our own strength, understand our own body, and then go from oneself to the outside world, communicate with the outside world, understand the heaven and earth, and comprehend the great way.

After the unity of the realm, it is the realm of momentum!

With the assistance of the secret technique of controlling the original silk, Lin Qingshan has now realized the state of unity to the extreme and naturally touched the state of momentum.

Unfortunately, the situation is not so easy to understand. The Lin family does not have a higher level of inheritance, and there is no master in charge. It is too difficult to explore it all by himself.

After all, I was not sure if I could get in completely.

However, there is no doubt that Lin Qingshan's swordsmanship has taken another step forward.

Now, in the entire Pingnanwei, there are probably only two Zifu realm martial arts realms that can surpass him.

Even it is hard to say whether the two Zifu realms are higher than him.

There is no clear statement among the people about the specific cultivation and martial arts realm of the city lord and the ancestor of the Liu family.

I only know that the two are in the Purple Mansion Realm.

However, this is enough. After all, Pingnanwei has no genius who concentrates his mind and fights against the purple palace, and everyone will be beaten.

The secret technique of controlling the silk is difficult to practice, but it has many effects. If you continue to improve it, the potential of this secret technique is unlimited.

"What a monster!" Lin Qingshan couldn't help but sigh secretly.

The talent of Lin Nianwen is really terrible.

...

Since the Chamber of Commerce jointly reported the Black Mass to the Lin family and reported it to the garrison palace, the garrison palace and the Chamber of Commerce families have been investigating the traces of the Black Mass assassins, but there has been no progress.

The two assassins who escaped seemed to have evaporated from the world.

Some people speculate that they have left Pingnanwei.

But Lin Qingshan dared not take it lightly. Black Mass exists so much. They are not ordinary killer organizations. It is impossible for them to run away if they suffer losses.

Black Mass will definitely come to assassinate yourself.

So Lin Qingshan never left the Acropolis. He did not want to bring the danger to the tribe land to avoid damage to the tribe's people.

A few more days later.

At night, Lin Qingshan was sitting cross-legged in the room and practicing.

Suddenly, a ripples appeared behind him. Then, a figure in black, holding a dagger with a cold light, stabbed Lin Qingshan's neck hard.

"laugh."

The dagger cuts through the air and stabs into the target, but there is no blood or the sense of resistance to penetrate the human body.

"After shadow!"

Looking at the figure that dissipated quickly, the assassin's heart beat, and he thought it was not good, so he turned around and wanted to withdraw.

Lin Qingshan would not let the other party go easily.

This is the moment he is waiting for!

The assassin seemed to have practiced some special secret technique, and his entire body was integrated into the darkness.

However, this did not affect Lin Qingshan's pursuit.

With spiritual consciousness, he can sense the people around him by closing his eyes.

When the assassin approached him just now, he had already sensed the other party.

With a clang, the long sword was unsheathed, and Lin Qingshan used the wind-cutting sword technique to cut towards a black shadow in the corner of the wall.

The assassin knew that his figure had been seen through and simply stopped hiding it.

"It's just the second level of the concentration realm, it's not that easy to keep me!" He became ruthless, and the assassin raised his dagger and rushed towards Lin Qingshan.

Assassins are good at assassination, but they can not only assassinate. After all, they have received various training since childhood, and have extraordinary physical skills and martial arts. They are born to fight.

As soon as the dagger came into contact with the long sword, the assassin's face changed.

This sword light is sharper than he thought!

"Ding Ding Ding..."

Lin Qingshan slashed his sword in succession, and one cold light after another greeted the assassin.
Chapter completed!