Aya Qingzhu of the wind rises Douluo

"Crack!"

The wooden door slowly opened a gap, and the appearance of two pairs of small hands made the two people talking outside look over.

When Ling Qingzhu walked out of the house, she was first attracted by the red-burnt clouds. Half the sky was red, and it looked very beautiful from a distance.

"Girl, you're awake, but you're worried about grandpa. Let grandpa see what's going on!" Old Jack hurriedly walked over on crutches, his cloudy eyes constantly looking here and there.

Ling Qingzhu looked at the worried grandfather in front of her and comforted her: "Grandpa, I'm fine."

Su Yuntao, who was next to him, also walked over and said with a slight smile: "Don't worry, Old Jack, there is indeed nothing wrong with this girl."

Old Jack nodded, then looked at Su Yuntao and said respectfully: "I don't know, sir, this girl Wuhun..."

Hearing this, Su Yuntao touched his smooth chin and looked at Ling Qingzhu carefully and said: "This girl can be said to be the first person to faint in the history of Douluo Continent. I don't know what the martial spirit is."

Ling Qingzhu couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed from the side. It was really not her fault. It was just that the memory suddenly came in. It hurt to the extreme, and then her vision went black, and then...

Su Yuntao lowered his head, looked at Ling Qingzhu and said gently: "Try to sense your martial spirit and see if you can summon it."

Ling Qingzhu nodded obediently and closed her eyes to feel if there was any martial spirit in her body.

After Su Yuntao saw it, he quickly placed the eight stones and pulled the soul power away from his fingertips.

In order to prevent the child from fainting again, he had no choice but to do this. This was also for the mission. By the way, this matter could also be reported, and maybe he could earn some credit.

Following that ray of soul power, Ling Qingzhu clearly sensed that there was no existence in his body, and the martial soul seemed not to be condensed.

Opening her eyes, Ling Qingzhu looked at Su Yuntao in front of her and said, "Uncle, I didn't feel the existence of the martial spirit."

Su Yuntao frowned when he heard this, put the crystal ball in front of Ling Qingzhu and said, "Put your hand up and take a look!"

Looking at the blue crystal ball in front of her, Ling Qingzhu put her hand on it. She only felt a cold feeling from her palm, nothing else.

Looking at the dim crystal ball, Su Yuntao didn't know what to say. He put away the stones around him and looked at Old Jack and said: "I can't see what the problem is with your granddaughter, but I can be sure that Wuhun doesn't have it. The soul power is zero.”

When Old Jack heard these words, his whole body stiffened, and he couldn't help but take a step back, and said tremblingly: "Sir...sir, this..."

Su Yuntao shook his head and said: "This kind of situation is unheard of, but the mainland is so big, I will report it truthfully."

Seeing Su Yuntao's leaving figure, Old Jack's eyes couldn't help but dim a bit. He came to Ling Qingzhu with a cane, touched her head and said gently: "Good boy, it doesn't matter if you don't have a martial spirit. Grandpa will take care of her in the future." you."

Looking at Old Jack touching her head in front of her, she wanted to tell Old Jack that she could become stronger even without martial arts, but if her wealth was not exposed, someone might be watching secretly in the dark.

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Night falls

Aya Qingzhu was lying on the bed in her own house, and everything that happened today seemed like a dream.

She is really the "Aya Qingzhu" in Wu Dong Qian Kun!

In her previous life, it was because her parents liked the novel Wu Dong Qian Kun so much that they named her after that.

Although it is a novel, after the comic was published and it became popular among their children, she got beaten many times because of this name.

And she also liked that character, but she also hated the name.

Now, she has really become her, and everything seems to be a dream!

"It hurts!" Ling Qingzhu stretched out her delicate hand and pulled her face. The burning pain made her feel that it was not a dream.

"call!"

He took a deep breath and looked at the bright moonlight outside the window. The beautiful figure in his memory was still vivid in his mind.

However, the top priority is to practice. Ling Qingzhu is the direct disciple of the master of Jiutian Taiqing Palace, a super sect in the East Xuan Territory. Her status is extraordinary, and her cultivation techniques have made her admire her for a long time.

The first is the "Nine Heavens Immortal Art", which is a first-class martial arts technique that is extremely fierce at the same time.

In the original work, something went wrong and the meridians and internal organs were injured, so he had to soak in the Taiqing Immortal Pond, and then he met Lin Dong. This kind of nonsense plot.

Of course, in addition to this technique, I also practiced the "Tai Shang Sensing Jue" and "Tai Shang Qing Jue". To practice these supreme techniques requires purity of mind and body, otherwise the technique will self-destruct.

There are also men who practice this kind of Kung Fu, such as Boy Kung Fu, Golden Bell Shield, etc. But every Kung Fu technique has a cover. Once it is broken, all the previous efforts will be wasted.

Taiqingjue is a meditation technique that eliminates distracting thoughts and achieves twice the result with half the effort.

Now her original cultivation level has also returned to zero, but practicing from scratch will better allow her to control her own strength. With the original experience, I believe she will be able to return to the realm of creation soon.

First, she had to break through to the first realm, the body tempering realm. There were nine levels of body tempering, and only at the sixth level could she have the seeds of Yuan Power and release her Yuan Power.

As for Wuhun, she doesn't care much. There are more powerful methods of cultivation, do you still need those?

As for soul power, there is no elemental power at all. Where does the soul power come from?

Are these important?

unimportant!

Everything can be started from scratch——

Whether it is soul power, fighting spirit or vitality, spiritual energy is a means to become stronger, it is the energy between heaven and earth, and it is also a unique path.

And she chose the path of Yuanli!

The ring on her finger is the biggest resource. It is a Nai Ring. It contains not only various cultivation resources and clothes, but also the heaven-level sword given to her by her original master. His martial arts skills are also extremely powerful. Although he cannot use them now, it will not be too late to use them in the future.

If you want to open the Najie, you need yuan power. If you want to possess yuan power, you have to break through to the sixth level of body tempering. If you want to break through to the sixth level of body tempering, you need to practice martial arts, and then slowly accumulate it with time and talent.

The first five levels of the Body Tempering Realm are actually the process of exercising the muscles and bones, which requires the use of martial arts.

The top priority now is to sleep and start exercising early tomorrow morning. Aya Qingzhu lay on the bed and closed her eyes, preparing to get some sleep.

But no matter what, I just feel like I can't sleep. I feel very excited all over and I can't sleep even if I want to.

"Well, annoying!" Ling Qingzhu muttered softly, turning left and right but couldn't fall asleep. Suddenly, she thought of Tai Qingjue, and couldn't help but mutter in her heart: "The state of mind is still, the sky is cloudless, calm down , calm down..."

After three breaths, Ling Qingzhu's heated body gradually returned to normal body temperature, she gradually let out a steady breathing sound, and fell into a deep sleep.

On the other side, Old Jack was also having trouble falling asleep. The fact that his adopted granddaughter had no martial arts spirit kept hitting his mind, and he couldn't sleep no matter what.

"Alas!" Old Jack sighed, lit the candle on the table with a "pop" sound, sat in front of the bed, took out a steel pipe and knocked it, put the tobacco with trembling hands, and lit it against the fire.

"call!"

Old Jack just looked at the bright moon outside the window and smoked, his eyes full of melancholy...