Zhou Shiqi's pupils shrank slightly. Isn't this thing in front of him... just a broken thatched cottage?
This was very different from the high-end and elegant pavilions he imagined.
Were all the Qigong practitioners in ancient times so poor?
Can’t afford to live in a private villa, so you have to make do with thatched hut?
It seems that class strata exist no matter what time period.
I thought so in my heart, but I didn't dare to show it on my face. After all, Zhou Shiqi was a senior master in the eyes of Li Cheng and Li Cheng. As a master of the first generation, he should be calm when encountering problems.
Unlike Li Cheng and Jiang Sihui, they completely expressed what they were thinking on their faces, with expressions of disbelief.
Fang Shaojie adjusted his sunglasses and said with a smile: "Don't be surprised, this is the right place. Don't you feel that the concentration of spiritual energy here is very different?"
Seeing that Li Cheng and Zhou Shiqi were sensing the spiritual energy in the air, Fang Shaojie shook his head and continued: "Don't think this thatched cottage is so big, its internal space may exceed your imagination."
"The qigong masters in ancient times all had some powerful methods, such as the universe in their sleeves. Even if we look at it from today's perspective, it is a terrifying magical power that is unimaginable."
"The achievements of the ancient practitioners are really hard to estimate."
"Our current era has been disconnected from the ancient era of spiritual practitioners for too long, and too many martial arts books have been lost in the long river of time."
"Perhaps, only those hidden sects still have some unique classics left, but I'm afraid they are all somewhat incomplete."
"At least, in our era, it is really difficult to come up with a master who is above the first level."
"The Kung Fu books are not as good as those of the predecessors, and the cultivation environment is not as good as before. In this environment, if you want to transcend..."
Speaking of this, Fang Shaojie didn't know what he thought of and suddenly fell silent.
Zhou Shiqi opened his mouth. He had too many questions to ask, but when he glanced at Li Cheng and Jiang Sihui, he wanted to slap himself in the mouth.
Madhu, you are almost suffocating yourself to death by pretending to be a senior!
Fortunately, Li Cheng on the side suddenly spoke up and asked Zhou Shiqi's question.
"Is there still such a hidden sect now? Are there many in our country?" Li Cheng said with a suspicious look on his face.
Fang Shaojie thought for a while and explained with a smile: "Maybe there are more than you think."
"Although many religions and sects have disappeared with the passage of time, there are still many secluded sects whose descendants are practicing in modern society."
"Don't think that this hidden sect is very aloof and independent. In fact, they also need to eat, drink, and make money, so they won't be out of touch with this society for too long."
Jiang Sihui pondered for a moment and then said: "Then you say...does there really exist a master above the first level?"
Fang Shaojie's face became serious, and he said after a while: "There must have been some in ancient times. There are some unique ancient books that record that those who are above the first level need to survive the heavenly tribulation."
"Only by surviving the catastrophe can one be able to transcend."
"However, in our current era, spiritual energy has just recovered, and it is not certain whether the so-called natural disaster still exists."
Zhou Shiqi's eyes flashed. He recalled that the nameless spirit beast formula described by the old turtle had three realms: smelting the demon energy, condensing the demon elixir, and transforming into a human being. From this point of view, condensing the demon elixir made the demon become a human being.
The king is the so-called first-grade master.
And to transcend tribulation and transform into a human being is to transcend and achieve the first level.
And just as a few people were chatting, a figure with golden light shining all over its body roared out from the thatched cottage in front.
It hit the ground in front of Zhou Shiqi with a "boom" sound.
Mud, gravel and grass clippings flew everywhere, throwing mud all over Zhou Shiqi.
Zhou Shiqi's face turned dark at that time, and he yelled: "What the hell son of a turtle who can kill a thousand swords doesn't have eyes?"
"boom!"
The large pit on the ground trembled, and a golden figure suddenly jumped out.
The golden light gradually converged, revealing... a big bald head.
Zhou Shiqi blinked, he felt a little familiar, it looked like...that fair-weather monk!
Zhou Shiqi was shocked at the time. What's going on? This damn bald donkey is also performing a mission here?
With his limbs backing away without leaving a trace, Zhou Shiqi looked in a certain direction and was about to run away.
As soon as he turned around and before taking a step forward, Zhou Shiqi felt his whole body light up, and his limbs flew into the air, pulling randomly in the air.
At the back of the neck, a hand like an iron pincer grasped Zhou Shiqi's flesh firmly, holding him in his hand.
Zhou Shiqi's face turned a little dark at that time, what the hell happened again!
What a shameful gesture, so embarrassing, okay!
Can you show me some face? Even if it’s a dog, you still need to show some face, okay?
Zhou Shiqi stared at Monk Sanjie with a resentful expression, feeling extremely aggrieved.
He muttered in his heart: "You damn bald donkey, when I reach the same level as you, I will beat you a hundred times, a hundred times. The shame you have suffered today will be repaid a hundred times in the future!"
Monk Sanjie also looked ugly. The defensive formation inside the thatched hut was very strong, and all his full-strength blows were completely reflected back at him.
If he hadn't already reached great perfection in his body-protecting magical skills, someone else would have been paralyzed by the shock.
Monk Sanjie was already in a bad mood. He was thrown into the ground by the rebound of his own strength. It was hard for anyone else, but there were still people, no, there was a dog standing by, sarcastic and abusive.
Monk Sanjie's eyes were as cold as ice, and the gaze he stared at Zhou Shiqi became more and more dangerous.
He had dealt with this dog a while ago and was deeply impressed.
A mean-mouthed and wretched dog, this dog was blackmailed by me for 30 spirit stones last time, and this time it fell into my hands again, and there was no doubt that it could get some benefits out of it.
Monk Sanjie said with an evil look in his eyes: "Tell me, is this a public or private affair?"
Zhou Shiqi grinned and pinched his teeth, and said dryly: "Public? Private?"
Monk Sanjie smiled and said, "Okay, let's have a fight. The loser will give 50 spirit stones to the winner."
"It's private, just give me 100 spirit stones."
Zhou Shiqi's face turned dark at that time. You just want to extort my spirit stone, right?
Zhou Shiqi said with a sad face: "It's private, we're private, but can we get a discount?"
"You're not just buying something, but you're going to get a discount?" Monk Sanjie was speechless.
Zhou Shiqi cried and said: "I am only at the fifth level of strength. Apart from practicing, I don't have many spiritual stones left every month. I have to save 100 spiritual stones for a long time!"
Monk Sanjie shook his head, coughed dryly and said, "Okay, how much do you want to say?"