Lu Jiang was stunned and stared at Stubble. He had not come back to his senses for a long time. His idea was not that he made things happen out of nothing, but that in many modern costume dramas, wasn’t it the case? In ancient times, women were particularly important to chastity. If they looked at her body, there were only three choices, one was to marry her, the other was to kill her, and the third was to be killed by her.
No matter which of these three choices, Lu Jiang doesn't want to choose. If Lu Jiang wants to marry that female corpse, it would be even more painful than killing Lu Jiang. Let Lu Jiang kill that female corpse? If the female corpse is really resurrected, how could Lu Jiang kill it? As for the last one... Lu Jiang doesn't want to be even more. He has lofty ambitions, but he doesn't want to die tragically at the hands of the female corpse because of this incident.
"It should be that I was thinking too much. The female corpse has been dead for countless years. How could it be resurrected?" Lu Jiang comforted himself with a sense of weakness. The more he experienced, the more Lu Jiang knew, and it was not impossible for the dead to be resurrected in this world... It was impossible. As soon as this thought arose, Lu Jiang cut it off. He took a deep breath and said to himself: "If the female corpse is really resurrected, at most, you can use iron nails to suppress her. If it doesn't work, you can only learn the handprints on this linen."
His eyes fell on the linen again, Lu Jiang weighed a little, and murmured: "It seems that we must learn this handprint as soon as possible, otherwise... the female corpse will come to the door in the future, and then... it will be gone."
After calming down, Lu Jiang calmed down his thoughts, used all his body to pour into his hands, and began to pinch his handprint. But what made Lu Jiang puzzled was that even if he used the power of the handprint, there was still no movement after pinching it, let alone any power. This made Lu Jiang a little disappointed. He wrote down all the handprints at the beginning, and he also had high hopes for the handprints, but unexpectedly it was in vain.
After looking at the linen, Lu Jiang took it back helplessly. As soon as he picked up the linen, Lu Jiang paused and stared at the lines on the linen, thinking: "Can it be possible to exert the power of this handprint by comprehending the lines on the linen?" After pondering for a while, Lu Jiang planned to study the lines on the linen after the disciple competition to see if it was really as he had guessed. Now, it is important to improve his strength first to prepare for the disciple competition.
Immediately, Lu Jiang took back the thread, took out the heavy sword, and began to practice spiritual skills. As for why he has not continued to practice and improve his cultivation, Lu Jiang also has his own ideas. After all, his ability to enter the middle stage of Panyuan Realm from the late stage of body tempering is all because of his training on Siguo Peak. This time, it is probably the same. Lu Jiang plans to practice spiritual skills for a while and is trying to break through.
In the following days, Lu Jiang practiced hard fighting against the barbarians, Po Jun and Yishen. As for the three disciples of Juyun Peak, Lu Jiang was not worried much. With his current strength, as long as he did not meet the late-stage masters of Rongqi, he would be fearless. In addition, with the king of the Brutal War King, Lu Jiang was not afraid that Juyun Peak would have a strong man to move him.
One month later.
As time goes by, the disciple competition is getting closer and closer, and more and more young geniuses are also coming out of seclusion. The entire Tianyun Sect has become extremely lively during this period. Over the years, Tianyun Sect has recruited tens of thousands of disciples from the seven major regions of the Daoyuan Realm, and there are no fewer top geniuses. Although the disciple competition is still in the future, many disciples are already discussing the popular candidates to enter the Burning Heaven Site.
Among them, Qingmu, the first peak of Tianyun Sect, is a top genius with the image of the Nine Five Supreme. This Qingmu has been in Tianyun Sect for less than five years, but his cultivation has long been arrogant to his peers. Moreover, Qingmu is also the youngest disciple of Tianyun Sect, and his status is extremely noble.
Meng Yi, who ranked second, is known as the first in the artifact spirit lineage of the Tianyun Sect, fought against the Tianyun Sect’s youth generation with his strength six years ago.
The third party is named Zong Zhan…
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Although many famous young masters have become popular candidates, some disciples believe that the creeping tiger and hidden dragon in Tianyun Sect cannot guarantee that anyone can get a quota until the last moment. The two sides with different opinions have their own opinions and argue endlessly.
Compared with the lively Tianyun Sect, the mountain where the nine generations of disciples live seems much quieter. After all, few nine generations of disciples think that they can participate in the disciple competition. The quiet environment makes Lu Jiang feel happy. During this month, he spent almost all his time practicing spiritual skills.
After practicing hard for a month, Lu Jiang has benefited a lot. He has initially integrated his strength into his entire body's qi and blood. But what makes Lu Jiang a little helpless is that although Zhan Man can temporarily improve his strength, the price he pays is not small. Once he uses it, he will be backfired. At worst, he will be severely injured. At least, he will be weak due to the use of qi and blood. Weakness may be ignored by Lu Jiang, but once he is not sure to kill the opponent, once he enters a weak state, he will face a state of doom. To put it bluntly, although spiritual skills are good, he will hurt the enemy by one thousand and hurt himself by eight hundred. Before he has to force it, Lu Jiang does not want to use it.
Lu Jiang has also learned the spiritual skills of defeating Jun. However, Lu Jiang can only fuse one level of power at this time. The power must not be slapped. Lu Jiang intends to fuse the power at least into the third level before participating in the disciple competition, so that the winning rate will be greater.
As for the spiritual skill of "Slayer", it was Lu Jiang's most spiritual skill that Lu Jiang practiced in this month. Lu Jiang didn't know who the Creator One Killer was, but he was amazed at the wonderful idea of ​​"Slayer". Although he was only a genius, this killer perfectly combined speed and power. That is to say, the faster the speed, or the greater the power, the stronger the power of this killer. Now, Lu Jiang's power has been limited by his cultivation level and cannot be improved, so he has been practicing speed hard this month.
At this time, Lu Jiang held the sword in both hands and slashed a sword fiercely in front of him. Because he did not want to cause too much vibration, Lu Jiang did not integrate the power of the wall into the heavy sword. This is the case. Every time he swung a sword, he would produce a deafening sound.
"1,788." After Lu Jiang slashed out a sword in sweat, he murmured silently. Although it was easy for Lu Jiang to cut out a sword, Lu Jiang could not bear it after cutting out more than a thousand swords in succession. In addition, the heavy sword and the weight of thousands of pounds of armor, Lu Jiang swayed a sword to almost touch every muscle in his body. Such hard practice allowed him to constantly explore the limits of his body.
After slashing out the 1,800 sword, Lu Jiang collapsed weakly. Feeling the soreness of his hands, Lu Jiang smiled bitterly. Fortunately, this killing only had one move: chop, otherwise such hard practice would be a life. After recovering a little physical strength, Lu Jiang continued to stand up and slash out another sword. He knew that under the condition of overdrawing his physical strength, he could dig the limit to a greater extent. Lu Jiang planned to make an instant move before the disciple competition. At that time, the power of a killing would gradually be revealed.
I have to say that Lu Jiang had high hopes for this killer, and he gradually understood why Yishen was no longer at the level. Such spiritual skills can almost be called growth-type spiritual skills. The greater the power of the user, the faster the speed, the stronger the power it exploded.
While Lu Jiang was holding the sword in both hands and practicing the chopping movement, a weak words suddenly sounded: "This... this senior brother."
Lu Jiang stopped slashing out the heavy sword. He frowned slightly, turned his head, but found that a beautiful figure had been ten feet away at some point. Lu Jiang looked at the woman and felt a little moved.
The woman was wearing a disciple of the ninth generation. Her black hair was fluttering in the wind, her eyebrows were suitable for the thickness, her eyes were slender and bright, her delicate nose, her pink cheeks were full of anger, her cherry-like red lips, her white melon-shaped face was shy and affectionate, her tender and smooth skin was extremely beautiful, her figure was graceful, and she was quiet and calm. Although her zong clothes looked wide, they could not hide her delicate body.
When Lu Jiang first saw such a beautiful woman, he was not only stunned. In the past, Lu Jiang had been browsing goddesses many times. After coming to the Daoyuan Realm, Lu Jiang had no intention of appreciating the beauty? Although the woman in front of him was not as good as the fairy of Kongchan, she seemed to have a natural sense of weakness, which made people want to take care of her.
After being looked at by Lu Jiang, the woman's pretty face turned red like a ripe apple. She could almost pinch out water and dared not look directly at Lu Jiang.
Seeing this, Lu Jiang not only smiled, but after having experienced a lot in this world, Lu Jiang dared not judge people by their appearance. He knew people and face but not the heart. Immediately, Lu Jiang said calmly: "What's the matter?"
"Can I... my senior brother... can I... go to the market for Xiyue?" The woman's voice said as if she was as thin as a mosquito.
"Fangshi? Xiyue?" Lu Jiang was stunned. Suddenly, he was shocked all over and stared at the woman blankly, everything seemed to be a different life.
Chapter completed!