"Although these people are not good at cultivation, they can still reach the level of three or four stars, and they can prolong their lives, so they accumulate more and more. Now, almost all the people below the tenth floor of Wanren Mountain are occupied by such people... ..Why....."
Although Qin Meng's words were unclear, Chen Shuo still heard something from them and felt thoughtful.
If you think about it carefully, you can also understand that these tenant farmers at the foot of the mountain have lived here for thousands of years. Watching the people of the Zhuifeng Sect coming and going, it is certain that they feel admiration. Maybe, for them, Zhuifengmen is the god above their heads, so how can they not flock to them like ducks?
However, Zhuifengmen gave them a hope that was like a mirror in the mirror, but most of them could not reach it in their lifetime, which was sad.
In the eyes of these tenants, joining the Feng Feng Clan is a matter of honoring one's ancestors, and has become a morbid phenomenon at the bottom of the Feng Feng Clan.
Although he realized something in his heart, Chen Shuo did not comment too much. As Qin Meng was about to continue going up, there was a pop behind him, and it turned out that a maid fell to the ground unconscious due to exhaustion.
Chen Shuo glanced around and found that the maids and slaves behind him were all sweating profusely and panting, obviously extremely exhausted.
Thinking about it, the first floor of Wanren Mountain is thirteen feet long, which is thirty-nine meters. The group has already walked ten floors in one go, which is a height of three hundred and ninety meters. This is still a ladder to climb. It consumes even more physical energy. Both Chen Shuo and Qin Meng are powerful warriors at the Yuehui level. At this height, they can't even take a breath, but these maids and servants have never practiced. They continue to do this. He walked down in a hurry, no wonder he couldn't hold on.
Qin Meng glanced at it and frowned slightly, "Brother Chen, I'm making you laugh. These servants don't practice martial arts and are weak. It seems that you and I have to go alone."
Chen Shuo smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you are walking alone. I am used to being alone, and I am not used to being served by others. I understand Brother Qin's kindness, so let these servants step aside."
It is etiquette to bring a maid and slave with you. Since Chen Shuo didn't want it, Qin Meng didn't force it. "You guys, go back by yourself first. You can exercise when you go back. Don't embarrass yourself in front of the distinguished guests next time."
After drinking all the servants away, the two of them went up alone, passing through more than a dozen floors. Chen Shuo found that there were no human eyes on these floors, and there were quite a few ferocious beasts, but most of them were ferocious beasts from the realm of stars and the realm of moonlight. , but they are very few.
As soon as Chen Shuo thought about it, he understood the wonderful functions of these layers, and clapped his hands and praised, "The arrangement of your sect is really clever. With these layers of ferocious beasts, it can not only isolate the upper and lower floors, but also serve as a training ground for the disciples in the sect." The earth has endless uses."
Qin Meng smiled slightly, "These ten or so floors were originally the place where the disciples of the sect lived. However, a generation of sect leaders vigorously reformed and left these floors vacant and let many ferocious beasts roam free. The effect was remarkable, and then this The pattern persisted.
The two chatted and laughed, and soon arrived at the 40th floor. As soon as they entered this floor, they saw countless disciples of the Feng Zhui Sect wearing green shirts, surrounding the entrance, waiting eagerly.
"Disciple has met Master Qin Meng,"
Qin Meng appeared, and some of the disciples who were close to him were already shouting, and then a young man walked through the crowd and came to the two of them, "Uncle Qin Meng, is this Chen Shuo, the man who killed the aliens in the battlefield of the gods? ,"
This young man is fifteen or sixteen years old, with a face as white as jade and eyes as bright as lacquer. He has a look of pride on his face that no one cares about. From the eyes of other disciples, one can clearly see some fear of this young man. Obviously, he either has an extraordinary status, or he has some tricks in other ways, and it's not too much to say that he is a little arrogant.
Qin Meng frowned, "No matter how big or small, Brother Chen comes to my Zhuifengmen as a guest, you have to at least call him uncle, how can you call him by his first name?"
After saying that, he turned to look at Chen Shuo, "Brother Chen, this is Chu Lingyun, the 175th generation disciple of my Zhui Feng Sect. He currently occupies the position of senior brother of their generation. He is extremely talented, but after all, he is young, so I am relying on my talents, and I hope Brother Chen will not mind him."
Chen Shuo smiled slightly and expressed that he didn't mind. Qin Meng drove away the onlookers and led Chen Shuo forward, only to find that the young man was still standing in front of the two of them.
"Uncle Chen Shuo, I want to challenge you, please give me some advice."
Chu Lingyun clasped his fists at Chen Shuo and shouted loudly without any intention of retreating. When the people around him saw that there was a lot of excitement, they actually gathered around again.
Qin Meng looked at Chen Shuo with a troubled look on his face. The latter immediately knew that Chu Lingyun's identity must not be simple. He might be the junior of the elder in the sect. Otherwise, Qin Meng would have just shouted back and wouldn't be in such an embarrassment.
Thinking in his mind, Chen Shuo smiled slightly and said, "I didn't expect the disciples of Zhui Feng Sect to be so eager to fight. It's okay, just let me see your sect's martial arts."
After saying that, Chen Shuo stood on the spot with his hands behind his back and looked at Chu Lingyun, "You are a junior. Now I am standing here, using only one hand. As long as you can force me to take a step back, you will win. You don’t want to say that I bully the small with the big,”
Under the induction of Qi, Chen Shuo knew that this Chu Lingyun was just at the beginning of the month, and his cultivation was not stable yet. It was obvious that he had just broken through not long ago. If he faced such an enemy, Chen Shuo would not be able to defeat him with one hand. , it’s better to wipe your neck and die.
Chen Shuo stood proudly, but in Chu Lingyun's eyes, he looked down upon him. He snorted coldly, and a breeze came, causing his clothes to flutter with a hunting sound. The power was not weak at all.
"Uncle Chen Shuo, you are ready, I will start now,"
Chu Lingyun looked at Chen Shuo and shouted in a low voice. Suddenly his momentum changed. He took out a feather fan from his hand and shook it gently while humming in his mouth.
"Three autumn leaves are falling," a gentle breeze blew in the field.
"February flowers can bloom," the wind is blowing.
"Thousand-foot waves are crossing the river," the strong wind howls.
"Thousands of bamboo poles are entering and leaning," sweeping over.
As the four lines of the poem murmured out, Chu Lingyun seemed to instantly transform into a poet walking among the smoke and clouds, as if he was not competing with Chen Shuo, but talking about poems with his friends, drinking and having fun.
However, as soon as this poem came out, it was filled with invisible magic power, gathering the wind everywhere in the world, twisting it into a force, and rushing towards Chen Shuo.
"Senior Brother is so powerful. You have at least reached the third level of this Wind Song Technique."
"This is the most difficult wind-controlling poem on the third level. I didn't expect that senior brother has mastered it so skillfully."
There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and even Qin Meng showed appreciation when he saw Feng Jin gathered together.
Chen Shuo also had a strange look on his face, watching this move with great interest.
"This Wind Singing Technique is so amazing. Chu Lingyun, who has just entered Chu Yue and has not yet stabilized his realm, can actually use this Wind Singing Technique to unleash an effect comparable to a full-strength strike from a Chu Yue warrior..."
"Moreover, this wind-controlling poem also has some effect of communicating with heaven and earth. It is expressed in the form of a poem, so that people who have not understood how to communicate with heaven and earth can borrow the power of heaven and earth to a certain extent and release powerful attacks."
"The person who invented this wind chanting technique and wind-controlling poem must have such profound and terrifying attainments in the path of wind."
He was thinking in his mind, but Chen Shuo didn't notice Chu Lingyun's attack. If the Chuyue Warrior's full blow could hurt Chen Shuo, it would really be ridiculous.
When he raised his hand, he hit the wind force in a hurry but not slowly. Chen Shuo only felt a spiral force that kept rotating, drilling hard on the back of his hand, just like an electric drill, buzzing and exerting force, thinking Penetrate bondage.
This wind force actually hides the spiral effect, and under the influence of this spiral effect, the attack is even better, almost comparable to the full blow of the peak warrior in the early moon.
boom.
With a burst of strength, Chen Shuo directly blew away the wind. The gusts of wind dispersed in all directions, causing everyone with weaker cultivation levels around them to become unstable.
"Not bad, it's interesting," Chen Shuo nodded in praise, but Chu Lingyun on the other side saw that one of his moves was easily broken by Chen Shuo, his expression changed, and he groaned again.
"The jasper is as tall as a tree, and there are thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down."
"I don't know who cuts the green leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors,"
As the last word fell, the wind floating in the sky suddenly changed its momentum, filled with a chilling air. Then, bursts of sound piercing the air came, and in the whistling, countless invisible wind blades swept over and enveloped Chen Shuo's whole body seemed to really treat Chen Shuo as a willow tree and wanted to prune it, but the wind was full of murderous intent.
"Why don't you give up yet?"
Chen Shuo faced the attack of thousands of wind blades, standing still, with his fist reaching his waist, and then suddenly punched out. The surging force focused on it, erupted through his fist, and blasted forward.
It can be seen that from Chen Shuo's fist, a huge nine-color light and shadow shot out, and instantly swept through the numerous wind blades. Wherever it passed, those wind blades were like thin needles hitting iron and stone. Otherwise, they would be hit. Scatter, or be knocked away.
The nine-colored light and shadow arrogantly swept away all the wind blades, then rushed into the air and exploded on Chu Lingyun's head. A huge wind wave blew up the wind and sand. The warriors who were less than Yue Hui level were all blown away by this wind wave. The wind pressure brought by it directly pushed me down, making me unable to move.
The eldest brother Chu Lingyun, one of the 175th generation disciples of Zhui Feng Sect, has just set foot on Yuehui. How can other disciples have such a level of cultivation? Therefore, under Chen Shuo's punch, everyone in the field except Chen Shuo and Qin Mengchu Except for Ling Yun and the other three, there was no one left standing.
The power of a punch is so powerful.
After the remaining power of the punch had passed, these disciples of the Fengzhui Sect helped each other to stand up. Each other was covered in dust and in a miserable state. When they looked at Chen Shuo, their eyes showed complete admiration.
As early as when he practiced the Soul-Eating Heart Sutra, Chen Shuo had already mastered the control of the Force in his body, and he had already mastered the skills of controlling the Force's external condensation. These are the effects of practicing the Soul-Eating Heart Sutra.
