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Chapter 207: Unyielding

There seems to be no four seasons on Yingzhou. It is like scorching heat every day. Even if you don't move, you will sweat all over. Sometimes Linghu Heng really wonders whether this place is right on the crater, otherwise why is it so?

So unbearably hot?

It was precisely because of this that the wounds on Linghu Heng's body became somewhat inflamed and took nearly half a month to scab. However, this also allowed Linghu Heng to stay in Tianmu Mountain for an extra half month.

But this day, the old woman came again and ordered him to leave. Linghu Heng wanted to play rogue again, but the old woman didn't want to do this anymore. The day before yesterday, he used such an excuse to shamelessly refuse to leave. In fact, at night

She secretly ran out, hoping to build a plank road to cross Chencang secretly, and restore Yang Zhishuang's memory by having a positive conversation with her.

Who knew that he accidentally touched the wrong place and actually ran into the boudoir of a female disciple of Shuitian Pavilion and was beaten violently by a group of people. Injury after injury, Linghu Heng lay in bed for a full day, and there was still a lot of pain in his bones.

It hurt. Linghu Heng gritted his teeth and wiped the medicinal wine while secretly cursing those female disciples that they would always be old aunts and would never be able to get married.

What made Linghu Heng itch with hatred was that the old crazy woman actually learned a lesson and prevented Yang Zhishuang from seeing Linghu Heng again. In the past half month, she had sent other female disciples to deliver medicinal soup, and Linghu Heng was looking forward to seeing her.

When Yang Zhishuang didn't see him, he felt even more angry.

But there is nothing that can be done about it. Who makes Shuitian Pavilion so perverted? A group of female disciples, the ones with the worst cultivation level are actually in the god transformation stage. With such a swarm of swarms, even Daluo Jinxian will be in a hurry, let alone Linghu Heng Xiaoxiao

A smaller Mahayana period?

The disciples were all so powerful, let alone the old woman. Compared with her cultivation, it was like a bright moon versus a firefly. There was no comparison at all. Even though I didn’t want to admit it, the old woman’s cultivation was much higher than his.

With one move of his hand, Linghu Heng could be saved forever. Linghu Heng had only seen such magical powers in mythical stories. Logically speaking, this level of cultivation is impossible to appear in the human world. "Could it be that her cultivation level is already

The ninth rank of loose immortal? Impossible. It is so difficult to cultivate the loose immortal. How could she achieve the ninth rank of cultivation in such a short time? Or maybe I guessed wrong. In fact, she is already comparable to Daluo Jinxian? Then why can't she ascend?

, could it be that Tianji was suppressed?" Linghu Heng thought about this question for a long time, but still had no answer.

Seeing the old woman approaching fiercely, Linghu Heng also knew that he could not stay away from her, so he pretended to be arrogant and said: "If you want me to leave, I will never leave unless you kick me out!"

The old woman said coldly: "Even if you die here, Ruo Yan will never see you again. Hey, I want you to leave, isn't it easy?" After that, he waved his hand again, but unexpectedly Linghu Heng had already

Being prepared, he ducked and narrowly avoided the old woman's sudden attack.

The old woman's eyes lit up and she shouted: "Good boy, you are the second one who can escape from me!"

Linghu Heng was not so relaxed. He was able to avoid it purely because of the old woman's contempt. If the old woman continued to use it, Linghu Heng might not be able to avoid it so easily.

Sure enough, the old woman paused the dragon-headed crutch in her hand, and a strong wind came directly towards Linghu Heng. Linghu Heng judged in an instant that the old woman was not interested in drinking, and this move only forced him to dodge.

That's all, and the direction in which he dodges has been locked by the old woman. No matter which direction he dodges, he will fall into the old woman's plan.

what to do?

Linghu Heng's head was spinning rapidly, and he finally made up his mind to resist the old woman's move. As soon as the "Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Palm" came into contact with the strong wind, Linghu Heng felt that he had crashed into a pile of cotton.

It's empty, but there's nothing I can do to move forward.

The old woman's eyes lit up: "Hey, 'Heaven and Earth Black and Yellow Palm', was it passed down to you by that old guy Fudanzi?"

Although Linghu Heng was blocked, he could still speak: "Who is Fudanzi? This is not the 'Heaven and Earth Black and Yellow Palm', the short old man said it is the 'Devil-Destroying Palm'!"

The old woman's face darkened and she shouted: "That's nonsense. How could I get it wrong? This palm is the 'quiet rock' in the palm of the earth. Do you want to confuse the public?"

Linghu Hengxin said: "Yes, some people have long said that this is the 'Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Palm'. Could it be that what the short old man passed on to me is really the first palm technique of the Ancient Sword Sect, the 'Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Palm'?"

The old woman continued to ask: "But that old guy Fudanzi taught it to you?"

Linghu Heng was stunned for a moment, then thought for a while and said: "I have been in the Ancient Sword Sect for so long, but I have never heard of Fudanzi's name. Who is he?"

The old woman was stunned and said angrily: "You lied. Fudanzi reached the Mahayana stage fifty years ago. Unless he died, how could you not have heard of his name?"

Linghu Heng vaguely understood why the old woman knew the Ancient Sword Sect so well. It turned out that she knew the Ancient Sword Sect fifty years ago. Linghu Heng smiled bitterly and said: "The Ancient Sword Sect was attacked by demons forty-four years ago.

The sect was besieged on a large scale, and many disciples died. The Ancient Sword Sect was also unable to recover because of this. Although Xiong Heng was sealed in the Demonic Abyss, his vitality was severely damaged, and it took him 40 years to recover. It was only by joining forces with Xiong Heng that I was able to escape from the trap.

out……"

The old woman was slightly startled and said to herself: "I didn't expect that the Ancient Sword Sect would encounter such a disaster. Hey, it's okay, lest someone's eyes are too high and they say that the Ancient Sword Sect is the leader in upholding the right path.

Zhong Xiaochu. I feel like vomiting after hearing this!"

Linghu Hengxin said: "This old crazy woman seems to have a deep resentment towards the Ancient Sword Sect, but why does she treat Shuang'er differently?"

The old woman suddenly remembered something: "I almost let you disturb my state of mind, so get out of Tianmu Mountain!" After saying that, the dragon-headed cane hit him involuntarily, and Linghu Heng had no time to draw his sword out of its sheath. Seeing the old woman's appearance,

I wanted to beat him to death, so I couldn't help but jumped and hid aside.

It didn't matter that he was hiding, he just fell into the old woman's plan. He waved out the "Qiankun in the Sleeve", and the strong wind in the big sleeve immediately sealed several major acupuncture points of Linghu Heng, making him unable to move for a while.

The old woman lifted Linghu Heng up with no expression on her face, stepped into the air as lightly as nothing, and arrived at the foot of the mountain in an instant. Even Linghu Heng's eyesight could not clearly see how the old woman did it.

When he came to the foot of the mountain, the old woman threw him to the ground and said coldly: "The acupuncture points will resolve themselves in two hours. If you dare to go up the mountain again, I will not touch your insignificant acupuncture points again. Hehe, say

If you don't get it, you won't be able to survive, and you won't be able to die!"

Linghu Heng yelled: "You crazy old woman, let me go quickly!"

The old woman was scolded, but she didn't care. Instead, she said to him: "Boy, if you really want to tell Ruo Yan everything, wait until you are able to use spiritual energy. Without strength, everything you say will be in vain..."

Before she finished speaking, the person had disappeared, leaving only the echo in the valley. Linghu Heng stared blankly at the direction she left, and sighed feebly in his heart: "Oh, with such a level of cultivation, how can I match her?"

However, how could Linghu Heng be someone who would give up easily? Not long after, he became ambitious again and said loudly: "Old crazy woman, one day, I will let you know how powerful I am!"

The old woman returned to the room, slowly calmed down the chaos around her, and murmured: "This kid is a bit difficult to deal with! It actually took 50% of your strength to subdue him. Hey, old man, not all of your disciples are worthless.

Well, this guy is interesting!"

But appreciation is appreciation, and the old woman will not treat him with pretense. If Linghu Heng dares to set foot on Tianmu Mountain again, the old woman will definitely do what she says.

Linghu Heng felt aggrieved and thought to himself: "What does the use of spiritual energy come from? Isn't the strength of cultivation measured by spiritual power? Spiritual energy is just free spiritual power in the air..."

Suddenly, Linghu Heng seemed to see this part of the record in the emperor's memory, and his heart couldn't help but beat: "So that's it!" (To be continued)


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