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Chapter four hundred and eighty first: Cultivating a thousand disc suckers

Hong Yu raised his sleeves in embarrassment and said, "I'm ashamed to say that after we were arrested, all our belongings were confiscated. To be honest with you two, now the four of us brothers are penniless and have nowhere to eat, drink or sleep."

It’s all become a problem.”

"No way, you guys are actually in such a state of desolation?"

Brother Monkey thought for a while and decided not to worry about it. The other party was also an alchemist after all. These three words alone were a mountain of gold. They were just temporarily depressed. When they got over it, the gold would still shine golden.

With the reason of putting a long line to catch big fish, Brother Monkey smiled and waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it, we paid for the food and drink along the way, but... when you have money, you can pay it back twice as much!"

This was the first time that they were so completely poor. When Brother Monkey said this, the faces of Hong Yu and the other four people turned red.

Qin Tian tugged at Brother Monkey to tell him to stop, and said in a low voice, "Stop talking, let's get to know each other. I'll treat them as friends by sending them on a trip."

Brother Monkey also replied in a low voice, "A horse won't get fat without night grass, and a person won't get rich without windfall. They are all alchemists, and they are so rich. They don't care about the little money. If you don't ask for it now, it will be in vain."

Qin Tian rolled his eyes at him and shook his head. He didn't care anyway. He had plenty of money now, and he also had a lot of elixirs. Since Brother Monkey wanted to make some money, let him do it.

After Brother Monkey reached an agreement with them, he left with Qin Tian.

After they left, the one named Meng Fei said with disdain, "What a money-obsessed guy, so vulgar!"

Wu Peng snorted coldly, "He looks like he's afraid that we owe him something. The more he thinks about it, the angrier he gets."

"With our current cultivation level, we can't even deal with a martial artist. If anything happens, brothers, please just be patient for now!"

Hong Yu nodded and said, "Junior Brother Yang said, it's just money. Don't delay big things for this trivial matter. The most important thing now is to find the master first."

After Wu Peng felt relieved, he said, "If nothing happens to the master and fellow apprentices, they should have arrived at the Danqi Empire."

Yang Qiang said, "They should all be fine. If they were caught, they would have been in the dungeon. I believe the master would be very anxious if he couldn't find us."

Meng Fei continued, "I think the master went to the Danqi Empire first if they couldn't find us. Judging by the days, they will be here soon even if they haven't arrived yet."

Hong Yu waved his hand and said, "No need to guess, everyone, just practice with peace of mind for two days, build up enough energy and then set off. We will know when we arrive."

After the four of them ate the food sent by Brother Monkey, they started to meditate again...

The reconstruction work of Hejia Village began, and the old, weak, women and children all participated in building a home together. With a large group of men responsible for food and drink, the patriarch and the others no longer had to worry about starvation.

On the other side, Qin Tian is practicing Qianpan Suction Hand in order to improve his combat effectiveness.

This is a yellow-level low-level martial arts, and its power should not be underestimated. Although it is not as good as Ba Jue and Zan Jue, it can only be said that each has its own merits, and having one more life-saving trump card is not a bad thing.

He casually found a reason to leave Brother Monkey behind and found a deserted place. Qin Tian took out the yellow scroll and couldn't wait to open it.

"There really isn't a word." Looking at the blank scroll, Qin Tian believed what Yu Chen said. Immediately, his spiritual consciousness shot out from between his eyebrows and plunged into the scroll.

In his spiritual consciousness, a white-haired old man sat in the sky, his long white beard hanging down like a waterfall, and he looked like a Taoist master inside and out.

"What you see is the creator of this martial arts. His consciousness has carved a virtual picture in this scroll. Let your consciousness merge with him and let him guide you on how to practice."

Just when Qin Tian was at a loss, Yu Chen spoke.

This is true for all martial arts above the yellow level. The creators can use their own spiritual consciousness to leave their own cultivation methods in this special scroll.

The image engraved by the divine consciousness will disappear with the third entry of the outsider's spiritual consciousness. The cultivator does not need to do anything deliberately. As long as his spiritual consciousness accepts the guidance of the phantom, he can practice this martial art.

Following Yu Chen's words, Qin Tian's spiritual consciousness extended to the phantom, and then, as if someone had moved him, Qin Tian's body suddenly froze.

In an instant, a large amount of information and pictures flooded into my mind.

The immortal old man actually started to move, changing moves in his hands while muttering his thoughts. It was like a movie playing.

Qin Tian watched carefully and did not notice at all that his body was moving with the movements in his mind.

While he was looking at it in a trance, in reality, a strong suction force appeared in his big hand, which easily sucked up the fragments on the ground in the distance.

For a moment, there was a strong wind in the place where I was, just like the eve of an impending storm.

The next moment, the white-haired old man stopped all movements, his figure began to dim, and the illusion moved a few times before disappearing from his mind.

The consciousness withdrew from the scroll and slowly opened its dark eyes.

A ball of flame suddenly appeared from the suspended yellow scroll and burned from top to bottom. Under Qin Tian's gaze, the martial art of Qianpan Suction Hands instantly disappeared into nothing.

"Besides Jin Yuan and me, it seems that there is another person who has practiced this martial arts." Qin Tian stood up and murmured as he touched the ashes on the ground a few times with his feet.

Yu Chen said, "Yes, this martial art has been set for a unique number of times. As long as three spiritual consciousnesses enter the scroll, the scroll will be burned automatically, and you will be the last person to practice Qianpan Suction Hand."

"Let me try how powerful it is!"

The muscles seemed to have a memory, and the palms turned into claws and clawed forward.

Suddenly, the sea of ​​spiritual energy within his body shone brightly, and a steady stream of spiritual energy began to spread into his spiritual veins.

Then, Qin Tian drank in his heart, and a strong wind came towards him. At this time, he only felt that his raised hand was like a giant vacuum cleaner.

The dead leaves were fluttering all over the sky, the slender tree trunks bowed to themselves, and even the stones weighing dozens of kilograms on the ground showed some signs of shaking.

Qin Tian felt ecstatic in his heart. He could shake things weighing dozens of kilograms with his martial arts in just one turn of martial arts. Then wouldn't it be possible to uproot giant trees when he reaches the realm of King of Martial Arts?

The spiritual veins blocked the transmission of spiritual energy, the bent tree trunks returned to their original appearance, the dust no longer rippled, and the dead leaves slowly calmed down and fell to the ground again.

After watching Qin Tian's operation, Yu Chen commented, "This can only be regarded as an elementary level. You haven't fully mastered the essence of Thousand Pan Suction Hands. It seems that you need a lot more actual battles to master it!"

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