Originally, in Li Qinglin's conception, a Taoist temple like Wulao Qingxinzhai, which had complicated factions and different backgrounds, should be filled with power struggles and the pursuit of interests.

But according to Fu Bo, it does not exist.

In the Wulao Qingxinzhai, people only believe in the strong.

As long as you are strong enough, you can even kick open the door of the abbot Wen Shoufei at night and yell, "How can you be the eldest senior brother for thirty years? I should take your place."

As long as you conquer others with force.

Li Qinglin felt a little relieved when he heard this.

When it comes to brains and strategies, he is still a bit immature and clumsy.

But in terms of strength?

Li Qinglin claims that he is no less capable than others!

"This generation, including you, has produced some good talents in the five inherited schools."

At this point, Fu Bo's eyes changed, and his expression became a little solemn, as if he had thought of something, "It's a pity that the official will kill this lineage, and there is a little demon with martial arts skills, who is almost the designated disciple.

Otherwise, according to your talent and strength, if you were in the previous generations, you might not be able to compete for the position of a direct disciple, which would be enough to save you a few decades of detours, although there would be a price to pay."

After saying that, Fu Bo casually took out a greasy scripture from his arms and threw it to Li Qinglin.

Martial arts to the gods?

Hearing these four words, Li Qinglin felt a chill in his heart.

How could a person who is treated with awe by a cultivator like Fu Bo in the Marrow Refining Stage and is called a martial arts master be an ordinary person?

This world is indeed full of talented people...

Li Qinglin thought silently and took the scripture.

He ignored the faint smell of food coming from the scripture, and scanned the Xuanyu Qinlong Sutra carefully with his eyes as fast as lightning.

The ancient and complex posture patterns seemed to come alive as the scriptures were turned.

There was a little man demonstrating it personally for Li Qinglin.

The various key points and tricks recorded in it are far more sophisticated than the herbal medicine collecting and standing practice.

Tighten the skin, strengthen the flesh, penetrate the bones, refine the marrow, and make the five internal organs round...

The idea of ​​"Xuan Yu Qin Long Jing" is to regard the Qi and blood in the body as a big dragon, to control and capture it, so the strength cultivated and the characteristics produced after refining the marrow are extremely domineering and brave. If it is perfected, every move and every style will be accompanied by a black feather as sharp as a knife, and it will be matched with several unique killing moves.

At this moment, each of the five levels of Locking Essence was clearly displayed in front of Li Qinglin.

Strengthen the muscles, condense Qi and blood, nourish the body, and further strengthen the flesh, tendons and bones so that they can withstand the recoil of thousands of kilograms of force.

The blood penetrates the bones like needles, filling up the empty cavities and gaps in the bones, thoroughly polishing the flesh, making the bones as strong as ten-forged weapons.

Refining the marrow, burning qi and blood like a furnace, removing the mixed and old bone marrow, replacing it with new blood, and opening up the mysteries of the body, getting a glimpse of the mysterious meaning.

During this stage, some practitioners can even produce small balls of fire, control the breeze on their bodies, have electric eyes, and spit out wind and frost from their mouths, and have begun to become inhuman.

The five internal organs are round, and with the help of the qi, blood and bone marrow accumulated in the first four levels, they nourish the internal organs.

Since then, the suffering body has no flaws. If the chest is cut open and the internal organs are taken out, they can survive and beat independently outside the body for several days! A drop of blood is a good medicine, which is a great tonic for ordinary people! Just seeing this, Li Qinglin couldn't stop wondering.

A warrior who is only in the mortal stage and polishes his body is too extraordinary, isn't he? The profound meaning of the marrow refining realm is to use one's own body as firewood, and when it burns, it can cast fire, ice, and lightning.

Once the five internal organs become round, this tenacious vitality is almost like that of a monster!

You call this a reckless martial artist?

The sky is dotted with stars and the silver moonlight is streaming.

Li Qinglin added a few more pieces of firewood. Amid the crackling sound of the firewood, the voice of Fu Bo reciting scriptures to Li Qinglin was a little unclear.

Outside the blazing flames, the cold air twisted and deformed.

While explaining, Fu Bo personally demonstrated various postures for strengthening muscles, and even passed Qi to Li Qinglin, leading his Qi and blood to flow through acupoints and meridians.

Li Qinglin was introverted, sitting cross-legged on the ground, immersed in deep cultivation.

After an unknown amount of time, his mind suddenly shook, and he vaguely grasped the essence of breaking through the tight membrane to strengthen the flesh.

He opened his eyes and saw that the fire was dimming and about to go out. He looked around and saw that Fu Bo was no longer around.

Seeing Li Qinglin wake up, Wen Tiexin, Deng Dong and Chang Yuren, who had been avoiding suspicion and blowing the cold wind outside, came over.

Chang Yuren quickly added a few pieces of firewood, exhaled a breath of cold air, rubbed his hands, and sat down in front of the fire.

Deng Dong sat down next to Li Qinglin and looked at him with a complicated look.

When he was being held in Fu Boti's hands and escaping in broad daylight, he saw the scene of Li Qinglin touching the corpse.

Afterwards, according to Chang Yuren's description, we learned that Li Qinglin actually shot Jiang Xuecai to death with one arrow.

How long has Li Qinglin been practicing archery?

Deng Dong's memory is a little fuzzy.

"Fu Tiancheng is such a tight-lipped guy. He didn't even tell me in advance that Li Qinglin's archery skills are so superb. I will definitely kill him when I get back!"

Thinking back to when he had told Li Qinglin not to show up and to hide behind him, Deng Dong felt uneasy and his face was burning.

He then thought of something and took out a miniature jade gourd seal that looked like a pendant from his sleeve and handed it to Li Qinglin.

On the jade gourd, the words "Li Zong, Fu Bo Ben Yin" are engraved.

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"This item was given to you by Senior Fu before he left. It is said that your officer killed the little demon Wu Houjing of that lineage. He was obsessed with martial arts and even fought in the wild. During his service, he hunted down fellow disciples of the same generation.

Wulao Qingxinzhai will start recruiting students at the end of this month and screen applicants. You may run into him when you join the Taoist temple. When the time comes, you can show this seal. Senior Fubo has done a favor to Wu Houjing, and he will certainly not embarrass you and will spare your life. "

Deng Dong's tone was a little serious, and he added, "I've also heard of Wu Houjing's name. He's not a direct disciple, but he's better than a direct disciple. Rumor has it that he was secretly cultivated by your master Wen Shoufei. At only fifteen, he has reached the peak of strong flesh. Half a year ago, he could fight against a marrow-refining warrior without losing! Don't try to be brave. It's not shameful to admit defeat. It's still unknown who will be stronger in the future."

Li Qinglin took the jade gourd seal, nodded silently, and didn't say much.

Fu Bo did not say these words himself, but asked Deng Dong to relay them. He was afraid that this would dampen his enthusiasm, so he did it in a tactful way.

Li Qinglin just felt curious.

How much worse am I now than Wu Houjing? Tight skin, broken horns, and invulnerability to water and fire may not be enough.

What about the strong flesh? The flesh is like grinding, the bones are like dragons, and the ribs and tendons are like a dragon. What should I do with my body? I was thinking,

Wen Tiexin, who was standing aside, walked straight towards Li Qinglin, his tone always cold, but with a hint of emotion.

She said with an unnatural look, "Thank you for what happened during the day. Jiang Xuecai, good job!"

Seeing this, Deng Dong stopped talking and just focused on healing his wounds.

Li Qinglin heard this and chuckled.

"Leader, there is no need to be polite. Jiang Xuecai is indecisive and everyone has the right to kill him."

Wen Tiexin nodded, suddenly remembering something, and said, "But you shouldn't have swallowed the Nine-branch Black Essence Grass directly."

As if to prevent Li Qinglin from thinking too much, Wen Tiexin immediately explained,

"The Nine-branched Black Essence Grass is the spiritual herb that the Silver-striped Python lives with. Its greatest use is to ask a doctor to extract the essence of the herb and boil it into a pill. This can greatly increase the probability of breaking through from the Bone Penetration Realm to the Marrow Refining Realm."

"You take it on an empty stomach, and the medicinal properties will be lost. If you have bone-penetrating cultivation, it would be fine, and you can use the surging medicinal properties to force a breakthrough, but you..."

Wen Tiexin spoke very quickly, as if he was not used to talking to someone with such caring words for a long time.

Finally, she said simply, "It's a waste."

Li Qinglin heard this but didn't care: "How can it be a waste? If I don't swallow it, I will die. If I swallow it, there is still a glimmer of hope."

Wen Tiexin's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he nodded, "Okay."

After that, she returned to the fire and rested silently.

As for the half-stubbed Nine-branched Black Essence Grass, everyone tacitly agreed not to say anything more.

It is not included in the common gains of this march.

Seeing the sudden change in people's attitude towards him, he began to take it even more seriously.

Li Qinglin was not proud, but instead his heart was full of emotion.

Everything is because of strength!

If he was still a porter carrying a backpack, there was no reason why he would be the one to get the Nine-branched Black Essence Grass.

But now, not only has he 'forcefully broken through the realm and become a martial artist', he has also shot down a martial artist at the bone-penetrating realm with one arrow, and he is highly regarded by Fu Bo, who has traveled thousands of miles to secretly protect him and teach him martial arts...

No one pays attention to the hoarse roar of the weak, but the casual whisper of the strong is enough to make people listen attentively.

(End of this chapter)