Chapter 45: Forging the Five Animals in the Sword Rain, Gathering the Sword Pool in the Fetal Breath

The fog on the mountain has dispersed halfway, and the spring rain is falling densely. The rain is getting heavier and heavier. In every drop of spring rain, it seems to be mixed with the sword energy that rises from this majestic mountain!

It is obviously a dead mountain, but because of the diffusion of sword energy, it seems to be alive, like a huge god made of Jia, overlooking the mortal creatures climbing on its body.

The sixth mountain of the Holy Mountain is like a mountain transformed by an immortal sword that fell into the mortal world.

The middle of the mountain is covered by thick fog, but halfway down the mountain, peach blossoms are in full bloom, the stone path is clear, and a figure in white clothes climbs up the steps alone and with difficulty.

At the foot of the mountain, the sunshine avenue has long dissipated, and the evening clouds overlap, as if angry at the humiliation of being cut by someone before, and it rains heavily.

But the practitioners gathered at the foot of the mountain didn't care at all. They all stared at the figure on the stone path at the foot of the mountain, which looked like a white plum blossom.

"This person actually gave up the opportunity to become a mountain guardian and chose to climb the mountain to fight for the Little Saint Order?!"

"How dare you, a madman, go against the mountain master like this?"

"Maybe... is it the intention of Hua Jiebing of the Lin Mansion who just ascended to heaven? Hua Jiebing thinks this boy deserves the Little Saint Order?"

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All kinds of voices, noisy and endless, even the heavy rain can't wash away their enthusiasm.

After Zhong Shunchao, Ye Chong and Luo Qingchen passed by Anle, they did not choose to go down the mountain. The three of them were a little eager.

Anle climbed the mountain for the Little Saint Order.

Only the mountain master is qualified to distribute the Little Saint Order. If you want the Little Saint Order, there are two ways. One is for the elders of the family to take action and pay enough for them to get the Little Saint Order from the mountain master.

The other is to get the favor of the mountain master and pass the mountain master's test to get it.

Both methods are not easy. The first one is that the mountain master's temper is unpredictable and may not be willing to exchange, and the second one is the illusory favor, let alone.

Therefore, when they learned that Anle actually had the opportunity and the courage to take the Little Saint Order, Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong were full of admiration.

They were eager in their hearts and did not choose to go down the mountain, but followed Anle and climbed the mountain with him.

After experiencing the invisible blow caused by Anle, Luo Qingchen's face was bitter. He wanted to go down the mountain, but after thinking it over, he followed Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong to climb the mountain.

They climbed the mountain just to compete for that slim chance. What if they performed better than the mountaineering boy, maybe... they could get the favor of the mountain master and get the Little Saint Order?

The rain was heavy, and the water on the washed stone path was like a short waterfall, gurgling.

After the white-clothed boy, the three climbed the mountain again.

At the foot of the mountain, many practitioners gathered to see Luo Qingchen and the other two climbed the mountain, and they were not expelled by the mountain master, but they were also eager to move.

It seemed that there was nothing wrong with climbing the mountain steps. What if... the edge overshadowed the boy, maybe it would create a good story.

For a while, in the carriages parked in the rainstorm, one practitioner after another floated out, holding oil-paper umbrellas, like flowers blooming between heaven and earth, like hundreds of boats competing to climb the stone path on the green mountain.

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At this moment, Anle didn't care about the many practitioners who followed behind him and planned to take advantage of this opportunity.

But even if he cared, he didn't care. The mountain master didn't stop him, which meant he agreed.

The opportunity is there, tied to fate, what belongs to you, no one can take it away, if it is taken away, it means there is no fate.

The magnificent view of the sky and the earth, the vast river goes away and never returns.

The water flowing down the stone path contains sword energy, like a rushing river, blocking the way ahead.

Anle, who took the first step, felt the sword energy steaming in the mountain, but the invisible pressure fell down, and his shoulders seemed to carry the mountain, and his steps were difficult.

The perfect Qi and blood of the first stage of body forging in the body surged at this moment, but it could not suppress the sword energy in the water flow at all. The body swayed and was in danger of being washed away.

After crossing about ten steps with difficulty, it felt very strenuous and the speed was extremely slow.

But Anle was not in a hurry. He looked through the rain curtain with a firm gaze, staring at the next stone step, feeling the sword energy and pressure, mobilizing the leg muscles, and stepping on the next step.

Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong followed Anle with strange faces.

"Why so slow?"

"The sword energy pressure at the foot of the mountain has just surged, and it is so difficult to start. You are still fighting for the Little Saint Order?"

The two looked at each other, and their eyes were full of confusion. They did not look down on each other, but were a little surprised.

A glimpse of the whole leopard, a single leaf can tell the late autumn.

Although they could not see through it, they could also guess that the mountaineering boy's cultivation might not be high.

"The first stage of body forging, the initial stage of soul refining, that's all."

Luo Qingchen spoke with his hands behind his back, his Confucian robe fluttering, and a sword aura lingering around him, untouched by wind and rain.

Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong were stunned, and the many practitioners who followed them and held umbrellas were also shocked.

With such a low level of cultivation... Decheng Shoushan was unwilling to do so, and wanted to fight for the Little Saint Order. Was he crazy?

Is he overestimating himself?

Many practitioners looked at the stubborn and staggering figure of the young man climbing the mountain through the rain curtain, and were speechless for a while.

No one laughed at him, after all, the young man was favored by the mountain master and could have entered the Holy Mountain, but he didn't want to.

They were not qualified to laugh at his courage to fight for the Little Saint Order in the path of cultivation.

But many practitioners were eager in their hearts, because this meant that they had a chance to get the Little Saint Order.

The rain roared and washed, and the practitioners climbed the mountain silently without saying a word.

Luo Qingchen stared at Anle's back. He had been hit so many times that his confident smile was gone. After staring for a long time, he exhaled and took a cautious step to surpass Anle.

There was no change.

Then, Luo Qingchen put his hands behind his back to break through the wind and rain, and climbed up the stairs.

Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong on the side did not choose to follow Anle and slowly staggered. They passed the white clothes in the rain and climbed up the stairs.

The rain was heavy and the sky did not wait for anyone.

One after another, the practitioners surpassed Anle and climbed the green mountain against the rain.

Anle fell behind unknowingly.

But he was not the last one. Behind him, there was another figure, holding an oil-paper umbrella gracefully, wearing plain clothes and a veil, and his face could not be seen clearly.

The girl followed Anle and watched quietly. Seeing the bamboo sword on Anle's waist, her eyes condensed slightly, and then she watched the boy stagger.

To see this boy, why do you want to fight for this little holy order.

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An Le climbed the ladder step by step, and the pressure became greater and greater. Every drop of rain contained sword energy, which was going to nail him on the ladder.

He didn't care about others, and his only thought was climbing the ladder. The blood and qi in his body were impacted by the chilly spring rain and could not flow. It was like a shackle covering his body. He had difficulty moving forward and backward.

This situation was his own choice, and he did not regret it.

He visualized the "Sword Waterfall Picture" with his mind, and the billions of drops of spring rain falling from the sky seemed to have turned into billions of sword energy, like waterfalls and galaxies.

At this moment, it coincided with the picture of the "Sword Waterfall Picture".

An Le did not hesitate to add all the time energy he absorbed today to the "Sword Waterfall Picture", so that the time energy increased from four strands to eleven strands.

With one thought, he entered the fetal breath, and his mind explored the whole body, and his breathing was as smooth as a stream.

[Born Swordsman] Dao Guo, at this moment, seemed to be revived, like a greedy sponge, absorbing the sword energy mixed in the chilly spring rain.

[Eternal Talent] Dao Guo, trembled slightly.

Anle's mind grew stronger in the visualization. In the Niwan Palace, a sword was quietly suspended, and strands of sword energy grew around his body, as if interweaving into a pool of swords.

The scenes of the years that he had seen before emerged in front of him.

A young man was training the five animals under the waterfall.

Anle's eyes were shining, and he looked up at the sky. The rain was like a waterfall. He wanted to train his body like a waterfall.

The girl behind him suddenly widened her bright eyes under the veil.

Just because the young man stood on the stone steps, he actually began to practice the five animals.

Tiger style, bear style, ape style, deer style, bird style... Performing the five animals to train the body on the square stone steps!

The shackles that had been blocking the boy's body were suddenly broken, and the blood and qi were boiling under the membrane. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth suddenly came like a spring breeze overnight, mixed with the sword energy in the rain, mixed with the blood and qi bit by bit, and spread into the limbs and bones!

Anle entered the second stage of body forging at this moment, forging sword energy and spiritual bones!

Refining the spirit and body at the same time, condensing the sword pool with fetal breath, forging sword energy and spiritual bones!

What kind of talent is this? !

The girl holding an umbrella behind Anle looked surprised.

If it were an ordinary body forging practitioner, I'm afraid that the young flowers in the mountains would be broken by this sword rain on the green mountain.

But the boy went upstream, led the sword energy to forge spiritual bones, and watched the sword rain gather in the sword pool!

What a courage!

No wonder he had the confidence to fight for this little holy order.

On the mountain road, the world suddenly became quiet.

Anle opened his eyes, a smile on his lips, stepped into the second stage of body forging, broke the shackles, the sword energy from the mountain ladder became gentle, and the pressure from the air was like a spring breeze.

He raised his foot and stepped on the next stone step.

Then, step by step, smooth and flowing, no longer blocked.

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Luo Qingchen climbed the 280th step and could no longer maintain his elegance. The rain soaked his face and Confucian clothes.

He raised his foot, but he couldn't land on the next step.

The sword energy was gushing, and the pressure was like a mountain.

On the 300th step, the black green sword inserted in the peach tree made a clear sword chant, cheering and jumping for joy.

However, Luo Qingchen could only look at it from a distance.

The rain slid down the corners of his eyes, with reluctance.

Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong were also like this. They sighed, knowing that they had no chance to get this little holy order.

On the mountain road, oil-paper umbrellas were scattered in disorder. The practitioners lost their ease and ease, and each encountered shackles and obstacles that were difficult to break.

Some of them had distorted faces, some gave up struggling, and some sighed...

Sure enough, it is not so easy to get opportunities.

Suddenly.

There were clear footsteps, and the rain water burst, rhythmically and gently.

Don't listen to the sound of leaves hitting the forest, why not sing and walk slowly.

But the white-clothed boy who was originally the last one, with a broken bamboo sword on his waist, climbed the ladder calmly.

There was no more difficulty and obstruction.

He surpassed the practitioners who stopped on the stone path one after another.

He surpassed Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong.

He surpassed Luo Qingchen who couldn't take a step.

He climbed the ladder 300 steps and came under the peach tree. The green mountains seemed to be charming because of it.

Anle stretched out his hand and held the ink pool in full view of everyone.

Pulled it out naturally.

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