Horizontal Push Starts From the Demon World Chapter 3

Back in the courtyard, Ning Ke locked himself in the study, and on the table in front of him was the package and the jade plaque.

He had already opened the package, and inside was a string of peach wood bracelets made of nine peach wood beads.

If you look carefully, you can see the dense lines, like a spell.

He thought about it for a moment, and put it on his wrist.

A scorching breath came, and washed around his wrist, making him feel the tiredness on his body and swept away.

"It's a good thing, but I don't know if it has other uses."

Ning Ke felt the changes brought to him by the peach wood bracelet, and felt a little excited, and turned to look at the jade card on the table.

This jade tablet is about the size of a palm, and it is square. The reverse side looks like a no-thing card. It's clean, with only the front side engraved with the three characters "King Kong Ling".

"King Kong Temple, King Kong Ling, why does it feel the same as the martial arts school?"

Ning Ke held it in his hand and played with it for a while, but he never found anything, so he just put it away.

Put it away for the time being, this thing is useless to me now, maybe it will be used at some time.

"Master, do you really want to learn my wind chasing knife?"

In the small courtyard, Uncle Wang had a long knife on his waist, with a slightly solemn expression on his face.

After returning from Baiyun Temple, Ning Ke proposed to Uncle Wang that he wanted to learn the wind chasing knife with him.

After speaking, Uncle Wang was in a state, standing in the small courtyard waiting for him until he walked out of the study.

"Of course I want to learn, otherwise I wouldn't have told you Uncle Wang."

When Ning Ke saw Uncle Wang like this reappearing in front of him, his eyes lit up and he spoke quickly.

For him, Wang Bo's wind chasing knife was not his best choice, but he quenched his thirst.

Originally, he wanted to ask for a martial arts from the old host of Baiyun Temple, but whoever thought of it gave him a token.

"But young master, you are born with a heart disease..."

Ning Ke knew that Uncle Wang also cared about him, so he didn't let him finish. He just wanted to reassure the other party and handed the wind chaser to himself, saying:

"Uncle Wang, I came out of this Baiyun Temple. Naturally, I have some confidence in practicing martial arts. Otherwise, why would I open my mouth?"

Seeing that Uncle Wang's expression gradually softened, he also rolled up his sleeves, revealing the peach wood bracelet, and continued to persuade:

"Although the old host has no way to cure my heart disease, he has given me a treasure of prevention. It is naturally no problem to practice some martial arts to protect myself."

"Alright then, I'll teach you this wind chasing knife."

Uncle Wang watched Ning Ke grow up, and served him as his guard for more than ten years. Hearing the words to this extent, he knew in his heart that he could not persuade his young master, so he nodded in response.

After he finished speaking, the breath on his body also changed a little, his hand was already on the handle of the knife, obviously he had entered the state:

"My wind chasing knife, just one word 'fast'!"

I saw him open the sword, and with a clang, the long sword was unsheathed, and in the blink of an eye, it was already in front of him, waving it.

"The wind chasing knife has a total of twelve moves. Depending on the speed, order, and strength of the sword technique, it can be divided into three moves. They are divided into Qingfeng-Flicker, Blast-Chaos, and Gusty-Fierce."

He followed one step at a time, and under three moves, he instantly rolled up the flowers and plants in the corner of the small courtyard, and no one survived.

After he danced a few times, he finally saw sweat. He raised his hand and took out a crumpled booklet from his arms and handed it to Ning Ke, saying:

"The Wind Chasing Knife is a family heirloom of my royal family. Back then, after my son died young, I wanted to cut off the inheritance. If the young master has achieved something in his practice, please help me find a successor, so that it can be regarded as an explanation to my ancestors. ."

After hearing this, Ning Ke didn't say anything more, just nodded lightly and took the booklet.

He casually flipped through it, and then he remembered something and said:

"Uncle Wang, since I'm practicing swordsmanship, how can I not have a sword?"

"Young master, don't worry, this wind chasing saber technique has a pedigree, but the most important thing about this wind chasing saber is not written in the saber pedigree."

After he finished speaking, he put his hand on Ning Ke's shoulder and turned it lightly, and then used his legs to open his legs, constantly adjusting his posture:

"For the wind chasing knives to be successful, not only must you be familiar with knife moves, but you also need a stable chassis, arm strength, know how to exert force, and control the rhythm of your breathing.

If you want to do these points, you need to practice the wind-fixing pile that matches the wind-chasing knife. Otherwise, the knife will drive you, not you. "

After Uncle Wang set up Ning Ke's wind-fixing pole, he took a closer look and nodded with satisfaction, saying:

"Practice martial arts first, otherwise it will be empty, wait for the young master to stand for a month, the breathing rhythm reaches the state of breathing like the wind, and you can easily start to find the sense of qi by setting the wind pole. The blood qi realm is a matter of course.

With blood and energy to motivate the swordsmanship, once you are proficient in it, you can start the swordsmanship. With the attitude of a young master, you can strive for a small success in one year and a major success in two years. It can be regarded as a place in the third-rate.

It's a pity that the ancestors encountered turmoil in the early years, which resulted in the loss of the medicated food recipe that matched the wind-chasing stake. Otherwise, this wind-chasing knife would definitely not be just a martial arts in the blood power realm. "

After he finished speaking, he also remembered something sad. He turned and walked outside the courtyard, muttering to himself:

"If that kid of mine is still alive, I'm afraid he is as big as the young master, if..."

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A small success in one year, a big success in two years?

I am at the end of my life, and I haven't had a good year to live yet. How can I practice step by step like this?

Seeing that Uncle Wang had gone far, Ning Ke took a deep breath and recited 'panel' in his heart.

Constitution: 0.6 (1.2), Essence: 0.2 (1.2), Spirit: 0.9 (1.6).

Talents: martial arts, night vision

Energy point: 0.8.

Status: Weak.

Martial arts: Dingfeng Pile (not yet introductory), Wind Chasing Saber (not yet introductory).

Heart-snatching curse: (omitted).

Remark 1: A strong physique can prolong your survival time.

Remark 2: You, who have been cursed with a heart-sucking curse, are like a beacon in the eyes of monsters and monsters. You were once possessed by a strange body, which led to depletion of your essence and a weakened spirit. Currently, you have been obliterated by mysterious power, and the depleted essence is gradually recovering.

It was exactly as I had guessed.

Ning Ke saw that there were two uninitiated martial arts on the panel, and he knew it too.

As long as you know the content of martial arts and make a little extrapolation, you can visualize it on the panel.

Panel, add some wind-stabilizing stakes for me!

He meditated silently in his heart, the energy point on the panel decreased by 0.2, and the martial arts changed in a blink of an eye.

Martial arts: Dingfeng pile: entry (1/5), wind chasing knife (not entry).

In just a split second, he realized what was wrong when he was practising the wind stance. The strength of his body was gradually changing, and his breathing was gradually becoming regular.

Is this what it feels like to breathe like the wind...

With this rhythm, Ning Ke urged the wind-fixing stake~www.mtlnovel.com~, an inexplicable aura emerged from his dantian, trembled continuously, and swept towards his body.

Breath!

Feeling this change, Ning Ke was overjoyed and his eyes lit up.

At the moment when the sense of qi appeared, he clearly felt that his strength and physique were increasing little by little.

In this case....

Ning Ke was tense, took a deep breath, and a hint of determination flashed in his heart.

"Panel, continue to add some wind-fixing stakes for me!"

After he meditated in his heart, the remaining 0.6 energy points gradually decreased, and the slight sense of energy gradually became thick and powerful, as if condensed into a ribbon, swimming away in his body.

In Ning Ke's heart, the sense of qi gathered from all parts of the body, blocked here, and could not enter an inch.

Trouble.

Ning Ke felt his current situation, and he was also secretly hated.

Because of the heart-snatching curse, his heart and body created an imperceptible barrier, blocking the flow of qi sense.

The constant impact of the sense of qi was like a long needle piercing the heart, which made him feel great pain, and his expression changed a little bit.

Is this little trouble just trying to prevent me from becoming stronger!

Ning Ke roared in his heart, gritted his teeth and insisted, fine sweat already appeared on his forehead.

Under the accumulation of energy points, the sense of qi slowly increased and gathered here, and finally opened a long and narrow gap, all pouring into the heart.

Boom!

At the moment when the sense of qi and the heart meet, it is like a thunder that stirs the fire of the earth. After mixing, it spews out of the heart, and it has turned into pure blood, feeding back to the limbs and bones again.

Blood Power Realm, complete!

Chapter end