Chapter 30: Taoist Xuanyue
On a flat ground in the zoo space in the western suburbs.
Accompanied by a tiger's roar, the huge white tiger was like lightning, and its two tiger claws grabbed Fang Ling fiercely.
Fang Ling's expression remained unchanged, and at the moment when the tiger claw was about to fall, he pointed his finger into a sword, and a four-foot-long Qi sword appeared in his hand.
The light-striking sword technique is a sword towards the sky!
This sword was as fast as lightning, and was ahead of the tiger's claws and pointed directly at the white tiger's neck.
Although the white tiger was unwilling to accept it, it still roared wildly, changed its claws and slapped Fang Ling's Qi Sword hard.
"Bang!"
Fang Ling took seven steps in a row, and dozens of cracks appeared in the Qi sword condensed on his fingers.
The white tiger did not pursue it, but a sarcastic smile that looked very human-like on its huge head.
Fang Ling was able to understand the meaning of this tiger. It told Fang Ling that although your cultivation level had further, it was still far from conquering me.
When he was ridiculed by a tiger, Fang Ling also felt a sense of victory while amusing. He laughed and said, "Do you think my cultivation level has increased so much that I can only use the ability to condense qi into a soldier?"
While speaking, Fang Ling pointed his finger and five corpses suddenly appeared on the flat ground.
Not bad, just five.
The biggest benefit of the internal energy breaking through the fifth level is that it allows his mind and mind to control five corpses at the same time.
The five corpse refining skills are not ordinary one plus one!
When the white tiger saw these corpses, his expression became a little more solemn.
In order to put this tiger into his smoke and dust map, Fang Ling used these corpses to fight with the white tiger many times.
Although he returned from a great defeat every time, he left a deep impression on the white tiger!
Before the corpse refining began to attack, the white tiger's wings flashed and flew directly into the air.
Hundreds of light blue wind arrows, as the white tiger wings flashed, bombarded the five corpses like a storm.
Although the five corpses were refining their corpses at the same time, dozens of blood marks more than one foot deep were exposed on each of the corpses that were bombarded.
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
With the long whistle, the white tiger that seemed to be showing his complacent flew towards the direction of Monkey Mountain.
Fang Ling looked at the five injured corpses and smiled bitterly. He originally thought that he could compete with the white tiger with these five corpses, but he didn't expect that the difference was really far away.
Bai Laohu's wind blade should not be an ordinary wind blade, otherwise he would not have hurt the corpse refining that was difficult to damage even the Jinghong Sword.
He pinched a magic trick and put five corpses into the coffin.
Fang Ling took his sword and walked into the leopard group!
The three-hour practical training every day is the goal set by Fang Ling for himself.
Although he had treasures such as the Western Suburbs Smoke and Dust Map and Xuanyin Sword Refining Corpse, Fang Ling knew better that although these external objects could be borrowed, the most fundamental thing was his own strength.
With the five-level internal energy activated, Fang Ling was like a golden goose flashing among hundreds of cheetahs. Each of these five-foot-high cheetahs had the strength to practice Qi three levels, and hundreds of them jointly attacked, and their power was even more amazing.
At the beginning, Fang Ling was still paying attention to his sword moves, but in the end, his sword skills had become an instinct.
Every sword is released, it will definitely hurt three attacking leopards.
Time passed without realizing it, Fang Ling, who was already wet with sweat, soaked in the air from the leopard group and then left the small space.
Sitting in the hot water soaked with medicinal materials, Fang Ling's heart was still immersed in the training in the leopard group just now. During these three hours of training, the leopards had to hurt him more than a dozen times. Although he hid every time, he also left more than a dozen scars on his body.
The scars are not deep, but soaking in hot water will cause a heart-wrenching and bone-eroding pain.
Every scar gives Fang Ling a reminder of the shortcomings.
I have already touched the threshold of the third level of the Light Sword Technique, but the shortcoming kick is the one you won’t know!
As the potion slowly became cold, Fang Ling walked out of the medicine barrel. Although the boy's figure was still thin, he had a hint of toughness.
"Young Master."
The thin monkey had been waiting outside the yard for a long time. When she saw Fang Ling walking out, she hurriedly saluted Fang Ling respectfully.
Fang Ling glanced at the thin monkey and saw a trace of purple aura faintly on his face. He smiled and said, "Dazhuang, you have a good talent in cultivation. In just a few days, you have practiced Zixia Technique to the first level."
"I would like to thank my son for his advice." The skinny monkey said respectfully and happily: "If it weren't for the cultivation of the young master, how could the skinny monkey be there today?"
Fang Ling smiled. Half of the words he said to praise Skinny Monkey just now were sincere. In terms of qualifications, Skinny Monkey is twice as strong as Fang Ling's body.
"We are not outsiders, so please don't say anything politely." Fang Ling, who waved his hand, sat down on the stool casually and said, "Dazhuang, is there anything wrong?"
"Young Master, something happened in Dingfang City recently." The thin monkey has become accustomed to Fang Ling's way of speaking and goes straight to the point: "The first thing is that Chen Zhenghua, the eldest son of the Chen family, disappeared. In the past two days, the Chen family sent hundreds of people to look for Chen Zhenghua everywhere."
Chen Zhenghua's body has become a flowery fat in the smoke map of the western suburbs. Not to mention hundreds of people, even if he gives him ten thousand people, he can't find any trace.
Fang Ling nodded, bounced his finger and asked casually: "Where do you think this young master Chen Zhenghua will go?"
"Young Master, I don't know this. However, there are quite a lot of statements about the whereabouts of Mr. Chen in the city." When the skinny monkey said this, he said in a teasing tone: "The most famous thing is that Mr. Chen met a vixen who specializes in sucking the essence of men, and then was sucked into a human being by the vixen!"
Fang Ling, who had picked up the teacup on the table and drank tea, almost spit out the water from the cup.
There is a market for such rumors!
"What else?" Fang Ling gasped and asked.
"Some people say that Mr. Chen met a demon cultivator and was captured by someone!" Seeing that Fang Ling was interested, the skinny monkey seemed to work harder: "These two statements are the mainstream in our Dingfang City."
Although the speculations are different, the results are consistent, and they will not die well. It seems that Mr. Chen's character is really not ordinary.
However, everyone's wisdom cannot be underestimated. Although they did not guess correctly, the result was comparable.
"Is there anything else?" Fang Ling, who didn't want to get stuck in such a thing, asked casually.
The skinny monkey's face turned a little solemn: "Young Master, the Chen family has released wind in the past two days and is preparing to hold a celebration in Dingfang City."
"To celebrate Chen Shengnan's second daughter Chen Qiaofei became the concubine of Jindan Zhenren!"
The concubine of the Jindan monk? This made Fang Ling's heart sank.
Living in Dingfang City made him fully realize the power of a monk. Lin Mu became a great monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage and could ensure that no one would provoke him in Dingfang City on the surface, and a Jindan monk was a person who even the king would call him a real person when he saw him!
It is not a good thing for the Chen family to rely on such a Jindan real person.
The concerns formed by the formation of trees will also disappear.
His eyes swept across the face of the thin monkey. Looking at the thin monkey who was eager to speak but stopped, Fang Ling said lightly: "It's not that the Chen family has produced a real Jindan person, so it's just that they can do their own thing with peace of mind."
As the thin monkey left, Fang Ling sat under the moon and thought quietly.
His mind, which had just been a little relaxed, became urgent again. Although the Jindan Zhenren would never take action himself, the crisis between him and the Fang family was getting closer and closer.
Chen Shengnan, the head of the Chen family, wants to establish his authority, and Fang Ling is the best tool to establish his authority.
If I become stronger, I can only change my destiny of being beaten by others.
At this moment, Fang Ling's heart that refined the Nine-Turn Dao Pill changed even more intensely!
...
"Bang"
A tea bowl hit the ground hard. Chen Shengnan, with a ferocious face, lit a warrior's face and cursed: "No news? After searching for so many days, you actually gave me such an answer?"
"Before Hua'er disappeared, she was still hunting outside the city. These dozens of living people disappeared at once. You can't even find out any news!"
"Tell me, what's the point of asking you!"
The warrior lowered his head and stood opposite Chen Shengnan, not daring to speak at all.
Chen Shengnan had scolded him enough, and then he said coldly: "You go to the precepts hall to get fifty whips. There is no news next time, so you don't have to come and see me!"
The warrior carefully retreated. The thirsty Chen Shengnan wanted to drink tea, but the tea bowl had already been smashed, so where could it be?
Chen Shengnan, who was unhappy, kicked the stool over with one kick.
"Haha, the head of the Chen family is so angry!" A faint voice came in from outside the door.
After all, Chen Shengnan was a hero. He calmed down instantly and quickly looked at the door. He saw a man in Taoist robe floating over.
This person Chen Shengnan knew was Taoist Xiaoyue, a monk from Qingyang Mountain ten miles away from Dingfang City.
If Chen Shengnan had seen this Taoist Xiaoyue before, even if he was unhappy in his heart, he would have to pay a respect to him peacefully. After all, this Taoist Xiaoyue had the cultivation level of the seventh level of Qi training.
But now, he didn't want to raise his eyelids, but said to Taoist Xiaoyue lightly: "Master Xiaoyue, if you go forward without warning, it is not a way to be a guest."
As a monk, Taoist Xiaoyue was always arrogant everywhere. At this time, he was ridiculed by a mortal and his face turned red. However, he did not dare to lose his temper. After pondering for a moment, he smiled and said, "This is my fault, please forgive me by the head of the Chen family."
Chen Shengnan looked at Xiaoyue's appearance and felt refreshed. You know, a while ago, he was snatched away by this Taoist Xiaoyue.
He also understood the purpose of Taoist Xiaoyue coming here.
After all, the Chen family relied on a Jindan real person. Although Xiaoyue had a foundation-building monk as her backer, she did not dare to fight against the Chen family anymore.
Chen Shengnan didn't speak at the moment, just sat there quietly!
Taoist Xiaoyue stood there and waited for a full minute, then smiled and said, "I heard that the precious daughter has become the person around Lu Zhenren. Xiaoyue comes to congratulate you! A gift is not worthy of respect."
After taking the gift list handed by Xiaoyue Zhenren, he saw it: "100,000 taels of gold, fifty pairs of jade bi, one golden dragon sword, and one secret of purple evil palm..."
This gift was very heavy, and Chen Shengnan was more and more satisfied with Taoist Xiaoyue's attitude, but another thought flashed through his mind, and he said immediately: "If the Taoist priest wants to accept this gift, he still needs the Taoist priest to help kill someone!"
Chapter completed!