The blade penetrated the bloody mouth, cut into the upper jaw of the strange giant toad, and then got stuck in the hard shell.
Su Qiulian did not wait for the opponent's reaction, and decisively turned over and retreated. At this time, the big toad's counterattack arrived a step late. With a loud "pop", it turned out to be an extremely thick purple flesh tongue, which disappeared the moment it hit the ground.
The naked eye can only see the fleeting afterimage.
Su Qiulian landed, her body seemed to pause for a moment, and then her forward-leaning figure suddenly shot towards the big toad, her eyes fixed on the wound on the upper jaw that had just been opened by the black knife. That place was constantly squirming and healing.
Su Qiulian opened his eyes and said, "Stop it for me."
At the same position and angle, the black knife is in direct contact with the hard shell.
"Click, click..."
The upper half of the big toad's head was blown off.
Revealing a fleshy tongue that was curled up and ready to go.
"Huh, I'll let you heal."
The monster's terrifying healing power was unexpected by Su Qiulian. He thought it would be a protracted battle to determine the winner, but he was not stupid. He ran a few steps sideways to avoid the thick tongue that was blindly ejected. Su Qiulian
Go around behind the big toad, kick a small toad on the way, and then jump up, using the "Tiger Down the Mountain" knife style of the Five Tigers Breaking Sword, chop it down with a thunderous force.
Pfft...
Having lost its strongest skull, the exposed interior of the giant toad is much 'softer'. This monster is like a pig at the slaughterhouse, evenly divided into two parts, with its body broken in the middle.
"Hehe, hehehe~"
Su Qiu smiled brightly, grabbed a section of the toad's body and threw it far away, then turned and ran towards the black book suspended at the end of the thorn pile.
The book is as dark as ink, giving people a sense of mystery.
Although I don’t know what it is, but whatever, I’ll get it first.
Su Qiulian ran all the way, but in fact, he always maintained the due caution to prevent those spikes from being some kind of trigger-type wooden mechanism. Fortunately, these scary-looking spikes were really just decorations, and there was nothing wrong with them as expected.
things happen.
Standing in front of the black book, Su Qiulian held her chin and thought for a moment, then slowly stretched out the black knife and lifted it from bottom to top a few times. The black book seemed to have lost some support and fell to the floor with a plop.
Su Qiulian blinked and opened the black book with the scabbard. It was also as black as ink and nothing could be seen.
"That's it?"
Su Qiulian was depressed. He looked back at the body of the big toad that was still squirming and trying to connect together. He cut a piece of cloth from his clothes with a knife and wrapped the black book.
However, just as he stood up to leave, there was a sudden "bang" in his mind, as if some unspeakable existence was shouting at his ears, and Su Qiulian's heart trembled.
It's the same feeling as when I was nearly hit by lightning while hiding under a tree on a rainy day when I was seven years old. The feeling is indescribable.
Not a wonderful experience anyway.
When he recovered, lines of strange and incomprehensible words crawled into his heart like tadpoles and became permanent from then on.
"Wha, what?"
Su Qiulian felt anxious and at a loss, but then he suddenly became enlightened, and his face soon became brighter.
"Ha, it's really a very powerful skill!"
Almost every shape of the tadpole-like words drawn in ink is almost the same. As a single word, I don’t recognize it, but when connected together, it makes people suddenly realize it. They clearly don’t recognize it, but they understand the meaning of the text. Su Qiulian knows that this black book
What is recorded is a martial arts technique that is much more profound and subtle than the "Xiang Di Kung".
But soon, Su Qiulian's brows furrowed: "Mingyuan Kung, oh, by the way, General Wei and the man named Fan seemed to have said... that there is only one level? Hmm~~ after practicing it, it will become like this
Planting ghost things?" The image of a four-armed ghost came to mind.
"Oh, it's so ugly."
Su Qiulian shook his head and sneered. He didn't know how to practice this kind of evil technique.
He suddenly stepped forward quickly, kicked away the big toads that were about to join together, then crushed and knocked away a few small toads that had come alive, and climbed up to the second floor with a calm expression on his face.
Coming to the dilapidated wooden door again, Su Qiulian tried to push it.
Crunch~
The door opened.
Su Qiulian had a look of joy on his face, secretly thinking that the door was locked so tightly before, maybe the secret book of the second level's skills was still there.
He looked at it with a happy face, and then wanted to close the door with a depressed face.
"Haha, little friend, don't leave in a hurry."
The door was blocked, and the middle-aged man named Fan looked at him with a smile on his face, "Did you follow us here?"
"Looking at the clothes you are wearing, you should be a disciple of the Heyang Gang." Wei Qian said expressionlessly.
Su Qiulian changed his face and put on the unique smile of a junior, "I've met General Wei, I've met seniors, I'm... indeed a disciple of the Heyang Gang, and... it's true that I followed you two here. Please forgive me, junior.
Discourteous."
"Ahem, it's not rude, that four-armed ghost is really powerful, and because of my appearance, you should run away." After saying this, the middle-aged man surnamed Fan took out a black ink book from his arms.
Books, "You must have gotten the first level of Ming Yuan Gong from below. This is the second level. Take it and take a look."
Su Qiulian immediately caught it in a hurry, and then a group of more tadpole words flooded into his mind again. The only difference from the first 'permanent' was that this time the ink words that poured into his mind were floating and flickering, flickering and flickering.
Like an oil lamp that may go out at any time.
He didn't know the difference between these mysterious words before and after, and he didn't even know why the senior named Fan gave him this seemingly powerful technique at will. He didn't hide it, so he looked at the middle-aged man named Fan with a confused look on his face.
people.
"Hahaha, don't be surprised. This skill is very weird. You didn't get it by killing ghosts. You will forget it after you go out. If there are differences, just take a look." The middle-aged man surnamed Fan waved his hand generously.
Su Qiulian was stunned, "Kill a ghost? Will you forget it?" He remembered that the big toad downstairs was not dead yet, so he rushed downstairs without caring about being rude.
"It's gone. The ghost is gone."
The middle-aged people surnamed Fan and Wei Qian walked down slowly, "The moment you open the second door, the ghosts on the first floor disappear. But you don't have to worry. As far as I know, the Ming Yuan Gong is the best.
The layer will not be forgotten, right General Wei, do you know why?"
Wei Qian nodded: "That's true. I don't know the specific reason, but it should be the same as our recruitment. If you want people to work hard, you have to offer some benefits. Little guy from the Heyang Gang, you can get in here, prove it.
You have extraordinary qualifications. You can easily defeat ghosts and obtain the Ming Yuan Gong, which shows that your strength is not bad. But if it is a blessing or a curse to be here, I don’t know. There is no good thing in this world that is obtained for nothing. The more precious the thing, the more precious it is.
, the higher the price. The level of Ming Yuan Gong is far beyond that of first-class martial arts. In the face of such magical skills, your Heyang Gang Zhenbang martial arts 'Yang Yuan Gong'..." Wei Qian did not continue, but his meaning was self-explanatory.
Metaphor.
Su Qiulian listened intently, and saw another black book thrown towards him.
"This is...the third level of Ming Yuan Gong?"
Wei Qian put down the book and stepped out of the Cangwu Pavilion with the middle-aged man named Fan.
Su Qiulian was stunned on the spot, waiting for all the ink-drawn tadpole words to appear in his mind before he quickly chased after him.
The more levels of enlightenment you have, the more powerful you can understand the power of Ming Yuan Gong.
Following the two of them, Su Qiulian hesitated a little, thinking that the two of them were easy to talk to, so he expressed some of his doubts:
"General, senior, you said that this technique will be forgotten after it is released, so what if I write all the text on my body?"
"No, no matter where it is recorded in any form, including engraved ones, once you leave here, everything about Ming Yuan Gong will disappear, as if... it does not exist in the world."
"I see, but I am extremely talented and accidentally mastered the second level of Ming Yuan Gong. Will I still forget it after I get out?"
"Hahaha, I didn't expect you to be a shameless person, interesting, interesting."
"Ah, is that okay?"
"no."
"Has anyone tried it?"
"Give up. Some people have tried all methods. This place has existed for countless years. Although it changes every time, the number of people who have been here is like the number of crucian carp crossing the river. You think you are the only one who is smart. After hundreds of years, thousands of years,
Even in ten thousand years... there will always be some truly peerless geniuses who will succeed in practicing the Ming Yuan Gong in a short period of time, which is not obtained by killing ghosts, but after they go out, they will still completely forget what they originally mastered.
Pure. Except for the things obtained from killing ghosts, everything else will disappear."
"It's such a pity."
"Sigh~ Senior, how do you think we can get out? There are many ghosts and monsters here, and it is unpredictable. It is clearly the Heyang Gang, but there is something wrong. It is in tatters. Could it be the Heyang Gang a hundred years later? I think
Well, we are in the underworld. Hey, maybe we will meet King Yama."
"What are you talking about? You want to see King Yama so much?"
"I'm just curious, I don't know if it really exists."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense, follow me and General Wei, you will be out soon."
"General, senior, one last question, are those who came to participate in the martial arts competition of our Heyang Gang, are they all here for this place? For the Ming Yuan Gong?"
"Not entirely. Not everyone knows about Ming Yuan Gong. Some people really just want to become your gang leader's disciple. Yang Yuan Gong is a first-class martial arts after all. Most people don't have the opportunity to touch this kind of martial arts."
"Thank you, General, for clearing up the confusion."