After the transfer was completed, Ling Feng closed his eyes, and his thoughts and ideas about cultivating the Canglang Immortal Body were flooding into his mind. It seemed as if he had been practicing this technique for decades, and he could control the true energy and essence with ease.
No feeling of rawness at all.
At this time, Ling Feng discovered that his understanding of Canglang's Immortal Body was skewed. Although Canglang's Immortal Body was mainly about physical training, the real core was actually Canglang's true energy, and body training was only to improve the physical body.
Store the upper limit of true energy and enhance combat power. Because at the Wuzong Pass, refining energy to become a god, gathering energy and condensing energy are all based on the water system's true energy, condensing the water system's martial soul and true energy.
Ling Feng's 81st round of skills gradually mastered the Canglang Immortal Body. Among them, Canglang's true energy is mainly used to condense the outer gang to support attacks, while the power of Yuanjing is used to condense the inner gang to strengthen one's own defense.
, the specific effect depends on actual combat.
Immediately, he opened seven acupoints with Canglang's true energy, and then slowly restored his true energy.
However, this true energy consumes a lot, and it is very slow to recover. It is not near rivers and lakes, and the concentration of water spiritual energy is low. This is why he rarely practices Canglang True Art outside.
When the true energy was almost restored, Ling Feng took out the Impermanence Token and began to use Xuanyin's divided soul to absorb the sixth-level underworld flames in the soul chain, integrating it with the origin of Xuanyin, and performing soul transformation.
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The next day, when the sky was slightly bright, Ling Feng got up and moved the body to the street in front of the mansion. A note was written next to it: Anyone who breaks into the house again will be killed without mercy!
After a while, the guards and maids returned to the house and began to clean the floor.
When Tana woke up, the room was already clean, and she asked the maid to buy vegetables and prepare breakfast.
After a while, the street in front of the mansion was filled with onlookers.
Ordinary people only thought it was an ordinary theft, but the high-level people saw the whole story and knew that it was a demonstration against the Huyan Palace. They were secretly shocked. First, they were surprised that Ling Feng's martial arts could survive the assassination attempt by the Huyan Palace.
Second, I was surprised by Ling Feng's courage. He obviously didn't take Hu Yan seriously at all.
Not long after, six or seven guards in black came over and took the body away.
Ling Feng had just had breakfast when a guard hurriedly came to report: "Uncle, someone from the Huyan family is here and wants to challenge you!"
They were originally servants of the Zarut tribe, but now that Tana is with Ling Feng, she is naturally their uncle.
After hearing this, Ling Feng smiled slightly and said, "Tana, let's go take a look."
Tana smiled and nodded, following Ling Feng to the street in front of the mansion.
At this time, this section of the street was sealed off by the black-clothed guards of the Huyan family, prohibiting people from entering.
There are three people standing in the middle of the empty space. One is Hu Yanxiu in a wheelchair. Next to him is a middle-aged man in black. He has a strong aura in his body and is almost innate. He should be the guard commander. There is also a man in yellow brocade.
, with a knife on his waist, he looks about thirty years old, his face is as sharp as a knife, with clear outlines, his eyes are gleaming, and his eyes are as sharp as blades. The key is that there is a powerful sharp energy all over his body. This person should be Hu Yankong.
Already.
In the distance, on both sides of the street, dense crowds of people were preparing to watch the fun.
Ling Feng looked at the crowd with great interest. He didn't know how many spies from various forces were hiding among them, all of whom were preparing to explore his martial arts.
At this time, the man in yellow clasped his fists and said, "I'm Huyankong. I heard that Brother Jida wants to challenge my Huyan family, so he came here from the military camp. Please give me some advice!"
Ling Feng smiled faintly and said: "Brother Huyan, you're welcome, but it's boring to compete in martial arts. How about a little bit of luck?"
Hu Yankong thought for a moment and said, "Okay, what do you want to bet on?"
Ling Feng took out seven inferior magic weapons from the mustard bag, which were dropped by the seven killers last night. He smiled and said: "Although these seven inferior magic weapons are of average quality, they are still worth more than six million taels.
I bet on myself to win. Brother Huyan only needs to dispatch items of equal value."
Hu Yankong had no objection, because in fact, there were very few swordsmiths in the grassland, and the price of the magic weapon was six to seven hundred thousand taels higher.
At this time, the guard commander next to him whispered in Hu Yankong's ear: "Young Master, this is the weapon dropped by our guard."
"It doesn't matter, as long as I can win it back."
Hu Yankong smiled, then looked at Ling Feng, took out two cold jade bottles, and said: "These are two bottles of fourth-level Yuan Condensing Pills, worth more than six million taels. Brother Jida, can we start?"
"Hold on!"
After Ling Feng finished speaking, he looked at the crowd and said, "I bet that Hu Yankong can't take my thirty moves. Is anyone else interested in betting?"
The crowd suddenly fell silent, no one spoke.
However, Hu Yanxiu said with a livid face: "Jida, if you dare to talk nonsense again, be careful of my elder brother's ruthless sword!"
Hu Yankong also had a bad look on his face and almost drew his sword, but then he regained his composure, as if he had seen through Ling Feng's thoughts.
Ling Feng ignored them and said with a disappointed look on his face: "No, you have so little confidence in Brother Huyan? He is one of the ten heroes of the desert! Oh, forget it, let's bet that he can't take twenty moves, right?
Dare to come?"
There was still silence. Anyone who dared to place a bet would be equivalent to admitting that Hu Yankong was no match for Ling Feng and could only take a few moves. Anyone who dared to bet like this would definitely be destroyed by the Huyan family.
At this time, two people were standing on the rooftop in the distance, one was a handsome young man in white clothes and the other was a slender young man in green clothes with an ordinary face and a sword at his waist.
The young man in white said: "Brother Wanqi, you are also one of the ten heroes of the desert. You can't watch this Southern Chu people laugh at us because there is no one in the desert. Do you want us to take a gamble?"
The young man in green shirt said calmly: "This is just a psychological trick to undermine the opponent's confidence. It's boring!"
The young man in white laughed and said: "That's why I don't think this person has a great chance of winning. Maybe he can make a lot of money, and then we can go to Xiangyue Tower and get drunk together!"
The young man in green shirt closed his eyes, as if he didn't recognize this person.
The young man in white laughed, jumped up, took a few steps in the air above the crowd of onlookers, flew towards him, and landed beside Hu Yankong in a graceful manner. He smiled and said: "I'll make a bet with you, just thirty moves!"
Hu Yanxiu's face was gloomy, but he didn't say anything. He, one of the four most evil young men in most of the city, was nothing in front of a truly strong man with a background.
Ling Feng saw that his identity was unusual, so he pulled out the long knife from his waist and said with a smile: "Well, the snow lion knife in my hand is Helianwancheng's sword, worth about five million taels. As long as Hu Yankong
If you can take thirty moves, you will win!"
The reason why he didn't increase the bet was not only because he was worried that the other party would cheat, but the most important reason was that he was worried about exposing his property and arousing the suspicion of the Green Wolf King.
"good!"
The young man in white also took out a long white sword that exuded an icy cold air, and said with a smile: "This is what I got from killing a master from Nanchu. Its quality is not inferior to that of the Snow Lion Sword."
At this time, Hu Yankong looked calm and said: "Can we start?"