Ying Xiao Feng is one of the nine ghost winds.

Based on this alone, people from the Wushi Sect will definitely not be afraid to go down the mountain.

Wei He has not been idle these days. From the original style of the Wu Shi Sect and the many materials he collected, he has already judged that the so-called three main peaks of the Wu Shi Sect must have a lot of unforgettable memories.

But these inscriptions do not dare to go down the mountain for a long time. There must be many restrictions.

What kind of restrictions make Minggan dare not stay at the foot of the mountain for a long time, or is there something that attracts them to stay on the mountain?

Wei He hasn't figured it out yet, but he has already made some guesses.

"There is not much information on Yingxiaofeng, and some of it is vague and has different descriptions. It seems that I still have to try it myself."

Thinking of this, he slowly adjusted his body and mind and started to use the rain-turning and cloud-gathering technique.

This major true skill has a total of nine levels, and he has now practiced it to the eighth level.

The ninth level is the so-called true realm. It is also the limit of this true skill.

He wanted to try what would happen if he reached the eighth level of cultivation and directly used the realm-breaking beads to break through to the ninth level.

Will it be done in one step and directly achieve a certain feeling?

This is worth a try.

However, there is still some time before it reaches perfection, and we have to wait until we can break through the Whale Flood Jue first.

"Now, let me try...to completely open up my super sense..."

After Wei He finished adjusting, he slowly raised his left hand, slowly dissipating the protective power that had been entangled in his hand. At the same time, he gathered a large amount of energy and blood to various parts of his left hand, filling it up and becoming more sensitive.

Finally, the special method of the Rain-covering Cloud Gathering Gong is used to operate the bone strength, vibrate the left hand at a regular rhythm, and strengthen the perception ability of all nerves.

This method of strengthening is also the key to entering the true realm at the eighth level of the Rain-Converting Cloud Gathering Skill.

All other kinds of true skills have their own secret techniques, each of which has different advantages and disadvantages.

Buzz...

The fine vibration sound gradually spread.

Wei He steadily controlled the strength and blood of his left hand, allowing them to be evenly distributed throughout his left hand.

Gradually, he began to feel that the skin on his left hand was becoming more and more sensitive, which was a sign that his super-sense had been turned on.

hiss....

He felt that there was a lot of cold air surrounding his left hand.

But due to interference from other senses, he was unable to determine what these airflows were.

In order to identify the source of this airflow, he closed his eyes, isolated other senses, and focused on the airflow on his hands.

Kaka...

Waves of frost gradually covered the skin of his left hand, turning it light blue and losing its color.

In just a short moment, Wei He's left hand showed signs of being unable to bear it.

He sighed and could only put away the energy and blood that strengthened his senses.

Seeing that his left hand was covered with a layer of white frost, Wei He was amazed in his heart.

"In such a short period of time, even with my energy, blood and physique, I couldn't bear it, and I was frozen like this. This still didn't fully activate my super sense.

If I completely step into the ninth level, open my super sense, and stay there permanently, maybe my left hand will be completely useless, and then my realm will regress and fall..."

Wei He thought of this and seemed to understand why Wu Shi Zong's Ming Gan didn't go down the mountain for a long time.

"If there is something on the mountain that attracts them and can help isolate people from these ghostly winds, then maybe it can also attract so many people to go there."

Then, he tried it several times, and when his left hand recovered, he immediately continued trying.

again and again.

Three times he heard Ying Xiaofeng's laughter, and the other five times, his left hand covered the ice within a quarter of an hour.

These five times, it was because he had covered up his protective power that something went wrong.

It was as if his protective power was completely ineffective.

Wei He was busy recording various feelings and data for a long time before taking a break.

After taking a short rest and having a meal, he continued to practice the Jing Hong Jue.

This cycle repeats.

This is Wei He's life these days.

Until the evening.

Wei He slowly woke up from his trance, looked at the sky, and slowly stood up.

"Here comes someone."

Suddenly a maid came outside the door.

"Master, what are your orders?"

These maids were all bought by Wei He from the slave market. In this war-torn era, the slave market that spawned became the first choice for many people who sold themselves to make a living.

These maids are generally under the age of fifteen, which makes it easier to reshape their minds and facilitate management.

"Get ready to change, I'm going to go out and relax."

Wei He thought that Wan Qingqing and his son were not at home, and it was pointless to be alone, so he planned to go for a walk and rest.

People have been working at high intensity and need rest.

Although he is very energetic due to his terrifying amount of Qi and blood, even if he is resting, he will maintain a certain level of concentration while practicing the Jing Hong Jue.

This method of distracting yourself from practicing while doing other things is relatively inefficient, but it can also save a lot of time.

Soon, Wei He opened the door and left the retreat room, put on simple clothes and trimmed his long hair.

He didn't bring anyone with him, he just spread out his body skills, jumped lightly, and left Chen's mansion.

The servants in the Chen Mansion have long been accustomed to his behavior.

This is not the first time that Wei He likes to relax alone. In addition, because of his high martial arts skills and fierce strength, he does not have to worry about safety issues.

If you do this a lot, you'll get used to it.

After leaving the Chen Mansion, Wei He walked aimlessly along the wall of Wei Fang City, neither fast nor slow.

After shrinking his bones, he was only 1.78 meters tall. He looked similar to the people around him, and the robe he wore was of a common style and material.

In this way, the water melts into the sea. Unless the relatives and friends who are very familiar with him, no one can recognize him at once. He is Wei He.

Walking along the city wall, you will see the city wall on the left and various shops on the right.

Fried tofu, meat skewers snacks, pancakes with oil and fruit, shortbread ginger candies, and other kinds of food are mixed together, exuding a rich aroma.

Wei He walked to a stall selling fried tofu and started queuing up.

There is a large piece of cloth standing on one side of the stall with the words 'Zhang He Fried Tofu' written on it.

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, with the meaning of chicken bones and sharp claws, which is very good.

Wei He was first attracted by the calligraphy, and then he tasted it and felt good, so he often came here to quench his greed.

Soon, the people in front of the queue were holding tofu fruit in their hands, sprinkled with chili powder, seasoning powder and chopped green onion, and then paid and left.

"Boss, the old rule is, six grand slams." Wei He threw out six dimes and put them in a money bowl on one side.

"Okay." The boss was a sturdy scholar in Tsing Yi. Hearing this, he quickly picked up the tofu fruits one by one and threw them into the oil pan.

Wei He has been eating here for more than a year. He is a regular customer, so naturally he has to take more care of him.

When he started stuffing, every tofu fruit was filled to the brim.

Soon, a plate of tofu fruit was fried and placed in Wei He's hand.

After finding a small table and sitting down, Wei He picked up his chopsticks and slowly enjoyed the rare leisurely time.

Just ate for a while.

"Hurry up and chase!!"

"You bastard, don't run away!!"

"You have the guts to stand up for me!!"

A group of random yells came from behind.

Immediately afterwards, a group of strong men armed with machetes and sticks angrily chased the two and a half-year-old teenagers and ran wildly on the street.

A group of people were chasing each other. Along the way, the two teenagers relied on various obstructions on the street to flexibly block the strong man behind them and delay time.

"You bastard! Chase after them! Don't let them escape!!" The black-faced man in the lead was blocked and shouted angrily.

Many people on the roadside retreated, but there were still some warriors who maintained their strength and watched on the sidelines.

Suddenly, a figure jumped down from the second floor of a restaurant on the street and blocked the two young men right in front of them.
To be continued...