Under Qin Hui's observation, Nie Feng's body suddenly sat up in the demon pool that was dissatisfied with green blood, and his eyes also lost the agility of human nature.

"Roar!" Nie Feng roared lowly, and when he raised his head, he found Qin Hui on the stone platform.

"how so!"

Qin Hui looked at Nie Feng below. At this time, Nie Feng's whole body was green, but it was different from Hulk's transformation. Nie Feng's body did not grow bigger, nor did he grow bone spurs like Brownsky. He was completely a green man, not a Hulk.

"Roar!" Nie Feng's body jumped up from the demon pool. The demon pool was five meters away from the stone platform where Qin Hui was located, but Nie Feng flew up at a little while at the foot of his feet.

"Is it because there is not enough time and Nie Feng has not completely assimilated!" Qin Hui frowned, then he turned his fingers into swords, and pointed at Nie Feng's body.

Qin Hui pointed at Nie Feng's chest with one finger, and after one finger, Qin Hui felt a barrier first, and then he pointed heavily on Nie Feng's body and knocked Nie Feng down.

"Internal strength! How is this possible!" Qin Hui exclaimed and stood up from the stone platform in disbelief.

Although it was just one blow, Qin Hui, who had been in Fengyun World for more than ten years, was very sure that the blocking power was internal force.

Qin Hui would not be surprised if the internal force appeared on the warrior, but Nie Feng was different. Now Nie Feng was flowing in Nie Feng's body with the blood of the Hulk. In Qin Hui's opinion, there was no reason why the Hulk still had internal force after the transformation.

"Roar!" Nie Feng looked angry, his muscles burst out, and he roared at Qin Hui repeatedly.

"Nie Feng, can you hear me?"

Qin Hui stood above the stone platform and looked at Nie Feng condescendingly. Nie Feng's attack just now showed outstanding power, but for Qin Hui, it was impossible for him to pay attention to just such power, so the training of Nie Feng must continue.

Nie Feng was stunned after calling out his name as Qin Hui, and then his head became confused again, and rushed towards Qin Hui without saying a word.

"Nie Feng, recite the Bing Xin Art to suppress the anger in his heart!"

Qin Hui shouted softly, and his words reached Nie Feng's ears. After saying this, Qin Hui also jumped up from the stone platform and pressed it on Nie Feng's head in the posture of a monkey catching the moon.

"The heart is like ice crystals, and the sky falls without being shocked. All changes are still calm, the spirit is happy and the energy is calm. I forget myself and keep one, and the six senses are great. Avoid nourishing qi, and be selfless and inaction..."

Qin Hui pressed his hand on Nie Feng's head in an initiation posture, and also recited the Bing Xin Jue passed down from Nie Feng's family.

Qin Hui originally knew how to use the Bing Xin Jue, but she couldn't resist Nie Feng's chants day after day. Nie Feng recited the Bing Xin Jue for three months in the Demon Pool, and Qin Hui, who was sitting not far away next to him, didn't want to listen, and she couldn't help but remembered it for such a long time of three months.

"Heart...heart is like...ice crystal..."

Nie Feng stood in the demon pool in a daze. As Qin Hui recited the Bing Xin Jue, Nie Feng seemed to remember something. He followed him in a daze and sat back into the pool water again.

.........Lingyin Temple......

Two figures stand apart on the back mountain of Lingyin Temple, and they are Wuming and Bu Jingyun.

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect..." Wuming whispered, because there was no extra sword around him, and the heroic sword in the hands of Wuming general stood in front of him, and two swords appeared in his eyes.

"Ba Jian..." Bu Jingyun was located ten meters in front of Wuming. Bu Jingyun was also yelling in a low voice, and the peerless sword in his hand suddenly raised it above his head.

"boom....."

The sword light emitted by Wuming was a golden sword, while Bu Jingyun's was black. The two swords collided fiercely, and the waves of air caused Wuming and Bu Jingyun to escape.

The air wave slowly calmed down, and after the air wave disappeared, Bu Jingyun, who had a smile on his face, looked at Wuming with a pale face.

"Senior, how about my sword technique?" Bu Jingyun held the peerless sword in his hand and looked up at Wuming and asked.

"I really read that right, Bu Jingyun is really a martial arts genius!"

Although Wuming's face was bloodless, he couldn't help but smile after seeing Bu Jingyun's ability to shoot such a sword.

It has been several months since I escaped from Wushen Jue Palace. During this period, Wuming was most worried that Wushen Jue Palace would start killing in the martial arts world. Fortunately, Jue Wushen has not been arrogant yet. Wushen has developed rapidly these days, but Jue Wushen has been closed-door most of the time, and even the search for Wushen is aside.

Wuming didn't know that Jue Wushen was scared at the Gate of Life and Death, so Wuming has been thinking these days, thinking that Jue Wushen must be doing some conspiracy and must have a bigger plan. Bu Jingyun's rapid progress also made Wuming more concerned about Bu Jingyun's teachings, and in the end he even taught the sword technique in the Sword Sect where Wuming was located.

Wuming looked at Bu Jingyun with satisfaction, and Bu Jingyun looked down at his sword, while savoring the feeling just now, while saying sincerely; "Bu Jingyun can achieve today's achievements are all due to his predecessors. Although I have not been able to learn the Wanjianguizong of my predecessors, I have realized this sword that is more suitable for me!"

"Senior Wuming, I wonder how my sword technique is compared to the sword saint?"

Wuming is both a teacher and a friend to Bu Jingyun, so after lowering his head and thinking about it, Bu Jingyun avoided Wuming and instead asked about the sword saint who was as famous as Wuming.

The Northern Sword Saint, Nan Wuming, Bu Jingyun is now making rapid progress and is already comparable to the mythical masters in the world.

Listening to Bu Jingyun's words, Wuming thought for a moment, and then replied with affirmative answer; "The sword saint's martial arts are unfathomable, and even if I was in my heyday, it was only half a pound of fighting with him. However, your sword-dominated sword really has unlimited potential. In my opinion, it already has a foundation that is comparable to the twenty-three swords. The only difference is your skills and moves!"

"Can't you still be able to compare with the Sword Saint?" Bu Jingyun did not be happy with Wuming's words, but instead held the hilt of the sword tightly.

"Bu Jingyun, you don't have to worry about it. The Sword Saint is already in high spirits this year, but he can only live a long time to suppress you. When you really grow up, we may have to abdicate and give in to the wise!"

Wuming smiled and cheered Bu Jingyun up. In fact, Bu Jingyun's talent was really amazing. Even Wuming was not sure that he was in his twenties. You should know that Wuming has been fighting invincible all over the world since his debut. I don't know how many heroes he defeated with a hero sword. In Wuming's opinion, Bu Jingyun's ability to achieve such achievements is no less.

Bu Jingyun nodded. He knew that he was missing time, but time often waited for no one.

The two stopped fighting swords and headed towards the pavilion by the cliff, where Guihu had prepared the hot tea Wuming liked to drink.

"Senior Wuming, how much do you know about the Evil Emperor in the Sect of Life and Death?"

Bu Jingyun and Wuming sat in the pavilion, pouring a cup of tea for Wuming, while asking casually.

"Evil Emperor!" Wuming paused and even forgot to pick up the tea that Bu Jingyun handed over.

"Senior, what's wrong with you!" Bu Jingyun shouted in a low voice and pulled Wuming back from his thoughts.

Wuming said nothing, reached out to take Bu Jingyun's teacup and took a sip.

"I was young and energetic back then and I went to find the Evil Emperor. Although I was defeated at that time, I felt that the gap between me and the Evil Emperor was not big. But twelve years ago, I met the Evil Emperor again at the foot of Leshan..."

Wuming said suddenly and looked at the scenery outside the cliff with some sigh.

"Senior, what?" Bu Jingyun asked hurriedly.

"Four words are unfathomable!" Wuming nodded heavily and said word by word; "I thought so long has passed, I should be able to defeat the Evil Emperor. But that day I found out that I was really wrong, and it was ridiculously wrong!"

"Senior, have you fought?" Bu Jingyun asked in a low voice.

"No, but when I saw him, my hands holding the sword were shaking. I had a premonition, the one that belonged to my Tianjian Wuming. If I really took action that day, I would definitely die there, under the sword of the Evil Emperor!"

Wuming said seriously, but his words still gave in to Jingyun.

"Evil Emperor, Evil Emperor! It seems that you are the number one master in the world. I, Bu Jingyun, really want to fight with you!" Bu Jingyun lowered his head and poured tea for himself, but he had an unstoppable desire to fight in his heart.

"Buzz..." The peerless sword buzzed, feeling the fighting spirit in the master's heart, it also cheered and leapt.
Chapter completed!