Baidu System of the Qing Dynasty
42 A month later, the later stage of the dark power stage.

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In the Baidu system, the cultivation techniques in this world were divided into four levels: Mortal, Mystic, Earth, and Heaven. Each level was further divided into four minor levels: low-grade, middle-grade, high-grade, and top-grade. The difference between each level was very large.

Undoubtedly, the remaining fifteen moves of the Dog Beating Stick Technique were only Earth Grade Upper Class, while the first move of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms was Heaven Grade Lower Class. There was a difference of two grades, and the difference in power was obviously huge!

The Dog Beating Staff Technique and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms were both one of the two ultimate skills of Beggar's Sect. However, after Qiao Feng of the Eight Heavenly Dragons improved the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, the power of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms had increased greatly. It should have surpassed the Dog Beating Staff Technique. Otherwise, it would not be worthy of the four words " best in the world " in the rating.

However, the remaining Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms had the power of a Heaven Grade Inferior Class, which was quite heaven-defying.

Ye Xiaoyun was looking forward to the moment when the Baidu Cloud function was activated and he spent his points to complete the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. How terrifying would it be!

Could he collapse mountains and split the earth with one palm, and reverse rivers with one palm?

Could he be like Qiao Feng in the TV series? With a single palm strike, eighteen golden dragons flew across the sky, killing the heavens, the earth, the gods, and the Buddha. He was invincible!

Gulp, gulp

In the dark green primordial essence medicinal bath barrel, Ye Xiaoyun closed his eyes and secretly operated his martial arts. The medicinal liquid kept rolling as if it was boiling.

After advancing to the internal strength stage, he could slightly control his own strength and pores. During the medicinal bath, he could urge his body to absorb the essence of the herbs as much as possible, and his cultivation speed would instantly increase by many times.

Plus, because he had more money, Ye Xiaoyun also bought the materials for the Origin Medicinal Bath freely. He chose the old and precious medicinal herbs, so the effect of the medicinal bath was naturally different.

Therefore, within a short month, Ye Xiaoyun's power had improved by leaps and bounds again, and now he had reached the late stage of the Internal Strength Stage.

His attributes soared once again.

Name: Ye Xiaoyun

[Age: 21]

[Cultivation: Late stage of internal strength (peak of first-class)]

[Strength: 235]

[Agility: 233]

[Constitution: 289]

[Evaluation: Your current attributes have far surpassed that of an ordinary martial artist at the Dark Jing stage. You even have the strength to fight with an Invigorated Meridian Realm (Super First Class) expert.] In this world, you have already stepped into the ranks of the truly powerful. Please continue to work hard.

Ye Xiaoyun had only reached Rushuang's cultivation base a month ago, but his attributes were much better than Rushuang's. His Constitution was almost as good as Liu Yun's.

This was naturally due to the Hunyuan Art and the Marrow Cleansing Pill.

Now, Ye Xiaoyun was confident that he could kill Liu Yun even if he had to face him head-on!

The color of the water in the bathtub gradually faded. Ye Xiaoyun suddenly opened his eyes, which were shining brightly.

He clenched his fists tightly, and the water in the bucket suddenly churned more and more violently.

It wasn't the boiling water, but Ye Xiaoyun's inner strength that was stirring the liquid in the barrel.

Hah!

Ye Xiaoyun's eyes turned cold. He jumped out of the bucket and quickly put on his clothes.

He leaped into the courtyard outside.

Clang!

A crisp sword hum rang out as the Violet Myrtle Flexible Sword appeared in Ye Xiaoyun's hand, enshrouded in purple light.

He struck out with his sword. Each strike had no pattern, appearing exceptionally strange, but it also seemed to contain an inexplicable meaning. It was as if no matter which direction one attacked him from, they would collide with the indestructible Violet Myrtle Flexible Sword and have no choice but to withdraw their moves and defend. It was invulnerable.

Apparently, Ye Xiaoyun had already understood some of the mysteries of the Nine Beyond Swords. Although he was still far from Dugu Qiubai's level, and even Ling Huchong was not as good as him, he had changed a lot compared to Ye Xiaoyun a month and a half ago.

The Nine Swords Beyond the Swords were used to attack without defense. They attacked the enemy without defense, and attacked the enemy without defense.

The essence of Nine Beyond the Swords kept flowing in Ye Xiaoyun's mind. His sword became faster and faster. In the dense purple light, the sword shadow was almost invisible.

Whoosh!

All of a sudden, the Violet Myrtle Flexible Sword disappeared. Ye Xiaoyun's eyes narrowed, and he immediately raised his palm horizontally. His fist was like a mountain collapsing, and his palm was like a roaring wave. He launched the " Mountain Splitting and Sea Revealing " of the Immemorial Palm.

Instantly, a stone slab in the courtyard was shattered by this palm, and fragments were scattered all over the ground.

Ye Xiaoyun didn't stop either. He continued to strike with the Chaotic Palm, one after another, stronger than the last.

The Hunyuan Palm itself was an excellent method to accumulate power. If one could not defeat it in one strike, the force would continue to grow stronger like a snowball, and finally erupt with invincible power.

Ye Xiaoyun's eyes were filled with an unprecedented fighting spirit after he finished the 12 movements of the Mixed Yuan Palm.

He struck out another palm!

Ang!

In the void, the wind from his palm was like a dragon! Date:07 24 2019 6:16PM

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