"What roasted rabbit? I didn't say roasted rabbit?" The nerdy boy was confused.
"I mean, where is the central area of this war?" Wang Chen changed the topic with a calm expression, without any intention of making up a clumsy story.
"The Pig Demon Valley, which is dozens of miles away, is just like the legendary Thorny Mountain. It is a place of trial for good and evil. Several fights take place every day. If you are willing to go and take a look at this world.
It’s wonderful, I can go with you.”
The bookish casual cultivator suspected that Wang Chen was a little tempted, so he couldn't help but show excitement on his face, and said with shining eyes, which made Wang Chen secretly vigilant.
The other two people were shocked when they heard this and said: "Little brother, it is not easy to practice cultivation, so don't let my silly nephew persuade you to give up your life in vain."
It turns out that the three of them are uncle-nephew.
"It's better not to mess with Wang Chen blindly. A gentleman doesn't stand behind a wall!" Xiao Yao said earnestly.
"It's a dangerous wall!" Wang Chen couldn't help but correct him. He frowned and thought for a while, then nodded unconsciously, feeling that Xiaoyao's words made sense.
Although I can easily kill monsters below the seventh level of Qi Condensation with my Ice Soul Sword, and I am considered a first-rate figure among casual cultivators, but if I encounter a sect cultivator at the seventh or even eighth level of Qi Condensation, he will be more or less inferior.
Some magic tricks become invisible and their own advantages disappear.
If you encounter a cultivator who has reached the ninth level of Qi Condensation, you will definitely not be able to pinch him with two fingers.
This is the truth... But Yin Shiyu is here. Wang Chen's pupils shrank slightly.
Seeing Wang Chen nodding, the two casual cultivators, one tall and one short, showed smiles on their faces. The short cultivator also said: "If this young hero is willing to take you there, we will no longer stop you!"
In his opinion, Wang Chen would not get involved in this matter as long as his head was clear. What's more, he had just nodded to express his attitude. At this moment, he was sure to use Wang Chen as a shield to kill his nerdy nephew.
But the nerdy cultivator couldn't hide his disappointment and said: "As a casual cultivator, you will never have the opportunity to see the inheritance of major sects several times in your life. Now I finally have the opportunity to see it up close. I didn't expect that you all will."
So cowardly!”
"No inheritance is as important as living." The bearded cultivator pulled the bookish cultivator and was about to leave. "Besides, if you look at it from a distance, can you still learn something superficially? Can you have a clear understanding of yourself?
"
"Inheritance?" Wang Chen's heart moved when he heard this word.
He was originally going to send the three casual cultivators away to explore the place of the battle alone to see if there was any chance of plotting against Yin Shiyu, but he heard such a strange but familiar word.
Originally, according to his understanding, inheritance should be another name for the method. In other words, it just sounded more noble, but it was just a different name.
At this moment, listening to this nerdy casual cultivator, it seems that there is something else magical?
The nerdy casual cultivator knew whether he could persuade Wang Chen to look at this moment, and said vividly: "Do you think that spitting out a few fireballs and knowing a few ordinary sword techniques can be regarded as the inheritance of the technique? What is spread in the world
Dharma techniques are just superficial things, and the reason why casual cultivators are called casual cultivators is because they have no inheritance!"
"I think that inheritance is a secret that is never passed on to outsiders in all major sects. Even the disciples within the sect, unless they are extremely talented, loyal to the sect, and designated as direct disciples, will not be able to obtain it at all."
"In a sect, only the core disciples can master it. It is something similar to an initiation. It is directly input into the minds of the inheritors and cannot be recorded on jade slips."
"Just like Li Xun, who passed by with his sword just now, he is one of the heirs of Shangkong Sword Sect. He possesses the inheritance of ethereal swordsmanship. Now, with his ninth-level Qi Condensation skill, he can destroy ordinary foundation-building cultivators."
"Damn it, so powerful? You must not be fooling me." Wang Chen narrowed his eyes. If these inheritances are really as rare as this nerdy casual cultivator said, then how could this young casual cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Condensation possibly be able to do it?
Know so much? You even know Li Xun’s inherited name.
The nerdy casual cultivator sneered and said, "You doubt me? Do you know what they call me in the casual cultivator world?"
He waited for a long time, but no one answered the second half of the sentence knowingly, so he had no choice but to continue: "They call me Encyclopedia!"
Wang Chen was in a daze. The nickname "Encyclopedia" did not shock him, but made him feel funny.
But these scattered words made him feel that he had caught something, for example, he vaguely understood the reason why Brother Vainglory didn't bring the Jade Slip of the Kung Fu.
"What encyclopedia? Aren't you embarrassed enough? You have such a high talent for cultivation, but you hold a few shabby books around every day, and you haven't mastered a single method yet. Is this still reasonable?"
The short, fat cultivator hated the fact that iron could not become steel. He raised his hand as if to strike, but then put it down.
"What's so special about those inheritances?" Wang Chen suddenly asked.
"The inheritance contains an indescribable magic. I really don't know the details. I just vaguely heard that each inheritance has different functions. Some practice very fast, some can see through all illusions, and some are as if
The inheritance combined with the corresponding magic formula will have the power to destroy the heaven and the earth. Today is a chance to approach the inheritance. If you miss it, you will regret it for life!" The bookish casual cultivator is like a devil who is good at tempting.
"Is it like the black cloud full of ghosts in Yinshiyu?" Wang Chen finally discovered the key to the problem.
What he has always wondered is how the simple exhaust of Yinshiyu can have such terrifying power. Why is the same ice spell so powerful when playing with ice?
"Yinshiyu?"
The expressions of the three people all changed, but it was the bearded man who spoke.
"That is the son of the leader of the Jiyin Sect. He is cruel and easy to kill. His cultivation is unfathomable. He is even better than the Sky Bamboo Sword Li Xun. Just now we were hiding in the distance and watched helplessly as he turned a group of cultivators into black water.
"
Speaking of this, the faces of the three of them all turned a little inexplicably pale, as if they were reminded of Yin Shiyu's cruel methods.
"Let's go!" Wang Chen said heartily.
The map contaminated by ghost energy is related to the secret inheritance. This is what he lacks the most. How can he let others get his hands on it? Therefore, Yin Shiyu must die!
Or, he dies.
Xiaoyao and the other two middle-aged casual cultivators changed their expressions at the same time.
They didn't understand the logic behind why Wang Chen wanted to go deeper into the battlefield after hearing the fierce power of Yin Shiyu.
"Encyclopedia" looked happy.
"Alas..." The short, fat man was stunned for a long time, then let out a long sigh.
"In this case, nephew, just follow this young hero. My uncle won't advise you anymore. It's very hard for me to advise you every day."
"Besides, your steps are slow, and your uncle and I have also been dragged down for many days. Isn't this a relief?" He shook his head and sighed again.
"Relief?" Wang Chen was stunned, wondering why this sounded weird.
"Young people are very angry and tend to do things regardless of the consequences. You must stay away and watch." The scumbag man warned with a grimace.
"Yes, maybe a whole body can be left." The short, fat middle-aged man shook his head regretfully, almost crying.
Wang Chen looked at Xiaoyao inexplicably, and vaguely felt that he had discovered the reason for Xiaoyao's poisonous tongue. This may be a kind of culture in the world of cultivation. If it is learned and used now, it can be called inheritance.
It is no wonder that no one in Huangpo Village was interested in the classic poems and songs he copied.
"What do you see me doing?"
Xiaoyao pointed at himself with a blank finger, not knowing why it was related to him again.