Chapter 1283 Standing on a Cliff and Walking a Tightrope

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The severe pain that he had never experienced before suddenly hit Ye Hong's whole body.

This kind of feeling is like a mother Rong holding a handful of thin needles and stabbing them on Ye Hong's most vulnerable meridian.

Ye Hong knew that he couldn't continue to let this aura continue to be arrogant, and he had to suppress him as soon as possible.

Ye Hong endured the severe pain, and mobilized all the aura in his body to surround the domineering foreign aura.

If the breath is the ocean, Ye Hong's breath is the rivers running from all over the body.

Although the river is not as vast as the sea, it is better than the agility, rushing back and forth.

For a while, the two even hit a draw.

Ye Hong seized this opportunity and began to analyze this foreign aura.

The first impression that this breath gave Ye Hong was that it was sharp, as sharp as a murderous sword.

But if you taste it carefully, you can feel the majesty and majesty that is as majestic as a mountain and a mighty sea.

Two big characters slowly appeared in Ye Hong's heart—

Shushan.

Ye Hong seemed to be able to glimpse a magnificent picture through this breath.

Amidst the lofty mountains, a young Taoist priest with a wooden sword struggled to understand the Dao.

Someone passed by him, laughing at him for being a fool, there is no ancient martial state in this world.

Some people called him a lunatic, he didn't sit in a good teaching position, and daydreamed with a wooden sword all day long.

All kinds of sarcasm, all kinds of ridicule, in exchange for enlightenment.

On that day, the Taoist priest held the wooden sword and stepped on the cliff.

Under the gaze of countless people, he jumped down.

Those who cared about Taoist priests or hated Taoist priests... all of them were horrified, hurriedly chased to the edge of the cliff, and looked down.

But there is no cliff, just a hollowed out cliff.

Inside the cave, the Taoist priest put away the wooden sword full of broken soil and smiled brightly at the crowd.

Since that day, there has been a transcendent existence in Shushan Road.

He has a wooden sword that calls the wind and the rain, and he has learned Shushan Kendo, the most difficult skill in Shushan Dao.

He has cyan eyebrows.

Ye Hong was shocked, and a mysterious feeling rose up in his heart.

"Ding! Comprehend Shushan kendo, ancient Taoist comprehension ability +1, current progress: 1/10, current level: entry level."

"Ding! Analysis of Shushan Kendo, Ancient Daowu analysis ability +1, current progress: 1/10, current level: entry level."

Those pieces of insight finally turned the quantity into the quality, and took Ye Hong into a wonderful world.

Ye Hong seemed to be on the cliff that Qingmei Zhenren had stepped on.

Looking at the white clouds below the cliff, I can't see the end of the other side.

Ye Hong couldn't help imitating the state of mind of the real Qingmei at that time.

Gradually, a strange state appeared in Ye Hong's heart.

Like standing on the edge of a cliff, trembling, like walking on thin ice.

But it was this state that caused the aura in Ye Hong's body to undergo a qualitative change!

The breaths scattered all over the body slowly converged and merged.

From the river merged into the sea, it silently sank into the dantian.

Ye Hong finally understood completely.

Why enter?

To enter the Dao is to refine Qi into Dao and turn Dao into sea.

If Qi is a means, Dao is a state.

It's like standing your heart on a steel wire, making your heartstrings instantly taut.

In this indescribable extreme state, the use of the breath in the body has reached a new peak!

Quietly, the aura that Qingmei Master left in Ye Hong's body was already swallowed up by Ye Hong.

"Ding! Entering the Ancient Dao Martial Realm, Martial Arts Ability +10!"