, White Ape Fist (Perfect), Bronze Elephant Kung Fu (Perfect), Iron Bone Kung Fu (Dacheng: 99%), Dry Mountain Stake (Basic: 63%)
Talents: Copper Skin and Iron Bones (+12), Accumulation (+9), Mingjing Taoist Heart (+3)
Skills: None
Items: Xuanjin cassock, Heavenly Book (Part 1 and 2), Xuanye Sword (twelve mouths), Fish and Dragon Dance Fan
On the panel of Taoist Yanxi, there is one more master, but there are still two sects. The other martial arts have not improved much because they have been deliberately suppressed. Only the Snow Mountain Breathing Technique has made rapid progress.
Yan Xi also didn’t understand why the earthen pot divine fist, the small flags that he picked up, the secret scrolls of Gu techniques from the Eighteen Villages of the Yi people, the Dharma scrolls of Longdu religion, etc., could not be counted as Taoist Yanxi’s items. Xuanjin cassock, Part 1
After two volumes of the Heavenly Book, the Mysterious Leaf Sword and the Fish-Dragon Dance Fan can be hung on the panel, but this is a minor problem.
According to his current speed of practice, it would take at least ten days for the Snow Mountain Sect's Breathing Technique to break through to the eighth level, transforming him from a first-rate martial arts master to a quasi-extreme master.
Yan Xi believed that even if he met Zhao Qijin, even though the opponent's martial arts might be relatively high, with his ability, he might not be able to fight to a close.
But...he is cultivating immortality!
If you really want to compete, you can take out the crock pot magic fist and beat Zhao Qijin into wonton fillings in three minutes.
Flat meat!
Yan Xi opened his eyes and saw the mess all over the ground. Ceres Ye was nowhere to be found. He didn't say much. He got up and packed his things. He went back to modern society, threw away all the rubbish, and went to replenish it.
Order supplies.
I called Xun Qingying and told him that he would have to work overtime tonight. His girlfriend comforted him a few words and asked if we could go see the new house together tomorrow.
Yan Xi could only say that everything is up to you, hung up the phone, and traveled back to the Jiayin world.
Of course he doesn't have time to see the new house, he still has his master to support!
Yan Xi casually set up a casserole and cooked a pot of Chaoshan seafood porridge, Chaoshan porridge and Chaoshan beef hot pot. Basically, it can be said that they are not the same thing as porridge and hot pot in other places.
After all kinds of seafood and rice were put into the pot, Yan Xi silently practiced the snow mountain breathing technique by the fire.
The practice of breath breathing is different from the practice of ordinary martial arts.
Ordinary martial arts have many limitations, and there are only a few hours in a day for practice. Haste makes waste, and there is no way to meditate for months and years.
However, the art of breathing and breathing can be practiced almost unlimitedly. Every time you work, you will gain, every time you work hard, you will gain. People who practice Taoism often stay in seclusion for many years because this skill can improve day by day.
Time wears away.
If Yan Xi wants to practice the Snow Mountain Breathing Technique to the ninth level earlier and start learning swordsmanship from Ceres God Ye, he must seize every moment.
Suddenly another night passed, and Yan Xi opened his eyes. The fire was already cold, the casserole was clean, and there was not a drop of Chaoshan seafood porridge left.
He picked up the kitchen garbage, stretched his muscles, and moved around the mountain peak. Then he heard the voice of Ceres Ye, which was vague and faint, coming over: "The smoke is gone!"
Yan Xi took out a new one, waved it in the air, and the cigarette disappeared.
Ceres stepped on the air with his feet, as if he were supported by invisible steps, and walked down the road gracefully. The cigarette in his mouth ignited spontaneously without wind. This time, he did not use a lighter, but used magical powers to light the cigarette.
Yan Xi didn't ask why the teacher had lost his lighter again.
A person who smokes often complains that he never has a lighter. He doesn't smoke often, so he doesn't know what this strange phenomenon is, and he can't empathize with it.
What's more, Na Yunsougu Shenye, a cultivator and a serious old god, actually keeps throwing lighters away. What the hell is this...
It's not easy to complain.
Gu Shenye coughed and said a little embarrassedly: "Disciple, give me a few more lighters."
Yan Xi was already prepared, so he took out a box and handed it to the teacher.
Ceres God Ye chuckled and said: "Using magic to light cigarettes always feels like it lacks a sense of ritual. It is better to use a lighter to smoke more vigorously."
He blew out a smoke ring, and he didn't know how this senior figure in the spiritual world could learn this thing by himself without any teacher, and he could do it so coolly.
Gu Shenye said to Yan Xi: "Apprentice! There is a fight today. You must observe it carefully."
"Yan Po is taking action today, and maybe Bai Di Qitao Li will take action as well. Those younger ones have obtained the true inheritance of Sun Youyue, and their attacks are ruthless, even more ferocious than Yan Po's. You have to learn more."
Yan Xi thought to himself: "This is a serious fight, the teacher should not cut off the signal midway."
He was also very curious about how powerful Yan Po, the true successor of Baidi Guan, who almost became his master, could be praised by his teacher, saying that the younger generation has good swordsmanship.
Yan Xi was about to prepare breakfast when Ceres Ye waved his hand and said: "I was too full from the pot of porridge last night. There is no need to prepare it in the morning. You can go and watch the fighting first."
Ce Shen Ye waved his sleeves, and a mirror-like brilliance appeared. As expected, there were Yan Po and Bai Di Qitao Li inside.
The one fighting them was a man in yellow.
This person is surrounded by yellow smoke, and when he makes a move, the smoke will billow, or it will turn into a giant hand that flies into the sky, or it will turn into a billowing yellow dragon, with all kinds of changes, and the mystery is endless.
The man in yellow was protecting himself with thick yellow smoke, and Yan Po's sword light could not penetrate. The fight between the two sides was fierce, but neither seemed to be able to do anything to the other.
Bai Di's seven peaches and plums didn't make a move. They each controlled the escaping light, floating in the air, pointing and pointing. Bai Yue had a smile on his face and said nothing, but he couldn't help playing with a small bowl in his hand.
Gu Shenye explained from the side: "The man in yellow clothes is not from our Middle-earth people, and his dojo does not serve as a court official. His Wutu Zhenqi has already entered the hall. If he can go one step further and condense the Wutu Divine Thunder, even if
Yan Po will also suffer a big loss."
"But now the two sides are matched."
"Look at Bai Yue, the small bowl in his hand is a powerful treasure. Sun Youyue also worked hard to get this thing, but he didn't expect it to be passed on to his eldest disciple."
"This small bowl is specially designed to restrain the Taoist techniques of the Wutu lineage. If Yan Po suffers a loss, Bai Yue will definitely take action to help his fellow disciples. If Yan Po gains the upper hand, Bai Yue will just stand aside and do nothing. This is from Sun Youyue's lineage.
The atmosphere is very..."
"Eat the same number of fellow students."
"From now on..."
"Forget it! We in the Snow Mountain Sect have too few sect members of the same generation as you, so you can't learn this stuff."