The sun had not yet set on the mountain, and a once-familiar voice rang out in Wang Dalu's cave.
"In the famine years of ancient times, Qilin appeared in the world and taught the ancient methods to pass on to the world. With my command to guard the world's sacred beast Qilin, the real beast-eared rat merged with its blood and built a mortal body. Disease!"
The entrance to the cave was blocked by huge rocks brought by Wang Dalu, so the brilliance inside the cave did not attract the attention of other disciples. However, far away in a sleeping room on the highest cliff peak of the mountain range, Du Chun opened his dazzling eyes.
He nodded towards Qin Lang who was standing respectfully beside him.
It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning, about eight or nine hours later, that Xia Feng came out of the scene full of wild beasts and woke up.
Seeing the faint fluctuation of vitality around Xia Feng, Wang Dalu congratulated him.
"Congratulations, you have now become a monk in the realm of Yuanyuan. You are one step closer to achieving the Wild Pill Avenue."
Xia Feng's face was full of excitement. When he followed Wang Dalu's instructions and punched the big stone at the closed entrance of the cave, he couldn't suppress the joy. The bitter fruits of years of crying for joy were vented with his punch.
came out.
Before giving Xia Feng more time to enjoy the joy, Wang Dalu began to teach him some Qi-containing techniques and repeatedly warned Xia Feng not to expose his strength in front of outsiders, as long as he was not exposed to the secluded masters in the sect.
The monks can find it.
Xia Feng learned this Qi-condensing technique from Wang Dalu very late.
Through his hard work, he finally learned it before the starry night came, and suppressed the faint energy fluctuations in his body, and became the familiar appearance before.
When Xia Feng dragged his tired body into the room where the outer door chore disciples lived, Li Meng, Liao San and others all raised their eyes and stared at him.
Xia Feng was a little stunned when they stared at him so suddenly, wondering if these people might have noticed something.
Li Meng took a few steps forward, took Xia Feng's hand and said enthusiastically.
"Brother Xiaoxiazi, have you encountered any happy events recently? If it is beneficial, please never forget us brothers!"
Xia Feng took a breath and said.
"Brother Li, please don't make fun of me. What happy events can I have?"
Li Meng laughed when he saw that Xiao Xiazi refused to tell the truth.
"You must not deceive your brother. Which one of our handyman disciples doesn't know that you serve that person wholeheartedly every day? If there is no benefit, will you do it?"
Xia Feng said anxiously when he saw that he couldn't defeat the people in the room.
"If you don't believe what I say, you can search me or go directly to Houya to ask Wang Gui."
Li Meng couldn't guess the authenticity of Xiao Xiazi's words, so he didn't dare to ask Wang Gui directly. He looked at Xiao Xiazi's expression and thought about it in his heart.
"Could it be that this guy is a fool? He's doing such a thankless job."
Li Meng shook his head and ignored Xiao Xiazi, sitting next to everyone again and bragging about some of his previous deeds.
Xia Feng walked to his bunk and fell asleep, leaving behind all the troubles of following Wang Dalu on an unknown road.
Wang Dalu's days in the Dao Chi Sect were relatively leisurely. Except for Xia Feng, who would practice with him in the evening, others generally would not take the initiative to disturb him.
While he was meditating as usual, a delicate voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
Jiaojiao has been helping him refine magic weapons in Zi Mansion, and has not communicated with Wang Dalu for almost more than a year.
Now that she woke up, she presumably refined the magic weapon that Wang Dalu had been waiting for for a long time.
When Wang Dalu returned to Zifu with his spiritual consciousness, an unknown object flew toward him.
He hurriedly mobilized the vitality in Zi Mansion to resist, but saw that when the dark and lightless short stick about ten inches in size came into contact with the vitality in front of him, it lit up and the body of the stick flashed with two dazzling green and gold colors.
Wang Dalu held it in his hand and felt that the stick seemed like a living thing. To be precise, it was more like a part of his body.
With delicate bright eyes, white teeth, and cold youthfulness, she looked at Wang Dalu who was playing with the short stick in his hand and said.
"This is the magic weapon that I have spent more than a year refining for you. With it, you can use combat skills like those monks in the Ningxu realm. The only difference is that the Ningxu monks use the desolate beasts in their bodies.
The combat skills and yours are derived from the attack methods of that three-thousand-year-old poisonous python, but combined with the vitality in your body, they are no different than Fenhao."
When Wang Dalu got the stick, the magical attack method contained in the stick was deeply imprinted in his mind.
Not only can this stick transform into infinite sizes, it can also perform two techniques similar to combat skills.
One is the same as what Du Chun used some time ago, which can emit green-gold poisonous mist all over the sky from the stick, which can be controlled freely and extremely poisonous.
The second is to send out a phantom of a giant python to attack the enemy. Just like when they fought with the poisonous python until the end, the poisonous python spit out the essence beads in its body to attack them, with overwhelming momentum and huge power.
Wang Dalu was overjoyed as he looked at the black stick in his hand that was sometimes long and sometimes short, sometimes as thin as a needle and sometimes as thick as a pillar.
Jiaojiao saw Wang Dalu's stupid look and snorted coldly.
"Hey, don't just sit there and giggle. Tell me, how are you going to escape from here?"
Although Jiaojiao has been refining magic weapons for Wang Dalu in Zi Mansion and has never communicated with Wang Dalu, she knows everything about what happened to Wang Dalu.
Wang Dalu smiled sheepishly.
"Methods are always figured out slowly. Besides, I have seniors to help me, so I won't be afraid of the few stray fish outside. You think so, right?"
Jiaojiao nodded.
"Well, that's true. But although you have begun to refine the vitality of heaven and earth in your body and temper your body, it will take at least a year if you really want to advance to the realm of Ningxu. Do you think those people will keep you here for a while?
I won’t kill you for ten years?”
Wang Dalu put away the short stick in his hand and said.
"I have already made arrangements. I believe that in half a year at most, I will have a chance to escape from here."
Jiaojiao didn't believe it and continued to sneer.
"I know that you can't borrow the power in Nanshan for the time being. The guy you call Old Turtle still has some skills. Unfortunately, he is far away in the Middle Earth now. It will take three to five years for him to come back to save you.
"
"Senior Jiaojiao is right, but I never thought about letting them come here to save me from the beginning to the end."
Jiaojiao thought about it again and again.
"You won't rely on that guy named Jiannan to save you, right?"
At this time, Wang Dalu planned to sell it off first.
"Senior Jiaojiao will wait and see how I can escape from this turtle nest, hehe."
Seeing that Wang Dalu was not telling the truth in front of her, Jiaojiao snorted coldly and turned her head away from looking at him, obviously to see him off.
After Wang Dalu returned his consciousness, Jiaojiao's cold voice sounded in his mind again.
"That old stick of yours doesn't have a name yet."
Wang Dalu shook his head and thought.
"Only a little girl is difficult to raise. No, she is a grown-up girl."