The gibberish talk of the old sleeping monster was shocking to my ears.
Yes, I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat.
To be precise, I didn't expect his senses to be so sensitive.
I am at the seventeenth level of martial arts, while Sleeping Monster is only at the sixteenth level of martial arts.
A short gap may seem insignificant, but in reality it is a world of difference.
One has fully understood the way of heaven, and the other is still on the threshold of contacting the way of heaven. Can the two be generalized?
The reason why Jiuyang was able to fight Sanbo on a par with Sanbo back then was ultimately due to three reasons.
First, his peak cultivation level was at the 18th level of martial arts, and he had a terrifying foundation that was difficult for outsiders to know.
Secondly, the Yuan Shen is too powerful. After being tempered by thunder and calamity, a person who almost became an immortal asked. How can he be compared to ordinary warriors?
Third, Jiuyang controls my body, three souls and seven souls. Sanbo is afraid that he will hurt me, so he doesn't dare to try his best.
But the sleeping monster is not Jiuyang. I only used 70% of my strength in the one-blow exchange.
Why did he sense that something was wrong with me?
I frowned and thought, my mind spinning rapidly.
Soon, I had some enlightenment.
The demonic energy in my body was forcibly suppressed by me. Just by looking at it from the surface, it would be impossible for these six guardians to notice anything strange about me.
Cultivation of cultivation is my most powerful trump card.
Even if you are like San Bo, who has the same cultivation level as me, he still needs spiritual power to penetrate into my body before he can make any discoveries.
But I was a little careless. Once I got involved with someone, my spiritual power would be released, and the suppressed demonic energy would flow out inadvertently.
More or less, but enough for those who are interested to grasp the key points.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel anxious secretly. I had to be extremely careful when doing anything with others in the future.
Things that can be done with one move must not be delayed, otherwise too much spiritual power will be revealed and there will be more flaws.
"I said, what should we do now?" Sleeping Monster faced the long-haired old man and said awkwardly: "If you fight alone, you will only get abused. How about six people joining forces and trying it?"
"Heh, with all due respect, even if six people join forces, they may not be able to get a bargain."
"Besides, I'm injured. Oh, it hurts everywhere. Why don't you guys fight me? I'll be a spectator and cheer you up."
The sleeping monster lay on the ground carelessly and said in a trance: "I get sleepy when I get hurt, I have no strength, ah, I'm sleepy, I'm so sleepy."
He yawned, showing his fatigue.
The long-haired old man glared and said: "As a keeper of the law, rules are more important than anything else."
"Have you fed the six meridians, trust, to the dog these years?"
The old sleeping monster sneered half-deadly: "Pull him down, in this world, big fists are the last word."
"You think our fists are big enough to make him give an honest explanation."
"Well, his fists are bigger now. You're not afraid of death, so just try. I'm not stopping you."
The black-faced old woman who had been silent until now spoke in a deep voice: "Let's wait until Blind Tong comes out of seclusion. If nothing happens, he will definitely successfully step onto the seventeenth floor of the force within three months."
"At that time, he will be the leader, and six of us will be the assistants. Are you afraid that you won't be able to take down this guy?"
"Furthermore, for first-time offenders, give him a chance to reform."
The other three old men nodded in unison and said: "Yes."
The long-haired old man was unwilling, his cloudy eyes showed a fierce look, and he glanced at me and said, "I remember your breath."
"I hope you will learn to restrain yourself from what you did today."
"Otherwise, I won't give you a second chance after three months."
I picked up my shoulder bag and went down the mountain alone.
Faced with the threats and warnings from the long-haired old man, to be honest, I wanted to keep them all and bury them at the foot of the mountain.
If not for anything else, it's just because settling accounts after the fall is a troublesome thing.
It is better to nip the crisis in the bud than to let those with evil intentions take my chances.
Three months later? I will definitely be very busy at that time. How can I have time to play with them?
