In the end, Wang Jin did not agree to Jiang Feng's invitation.
First of all, he is not very interested in the so-called breathing method. He has the magical power of body refining in the world of immortals, so he does not have much need for the breathing method.
Secondly, with his grades, he can definitely go to a more top academy, and the Fifth Military Defense Academy of Daxia is ranked close to the bottom among the top ten martial arts academies in Daxia.
For the sake of a worthless breathing technique, he couldn't bear to give up the top martial arts academy and instead signed up to go to Daxia's First Army Martial Arts University.
After being declined by Wang Jin, Jiang Feng had a very obvious look of disappointment on his face, but he didn't say anything more. Instead, he changed his mind. Even if Wang Jin rejected his request, he still planned to pass on the breathing method to Wang Jin.
ember.
In Jiang Feng's words, for the future of the entire Great Xia, a genius like Wang Jin is worthy of Jiang Feng using all his resources to cultivate.
This actually made Wang Jin feel a little guilty. Speaking of which, Jiang Feng was kind to him and had taken more care of him during this period.
Now even though he rejected Jiang Feng's request, Jiang Feng didn't care at all and still wanted to teach him the breathing method.
No matter how thick-skinned Wang Jin was, he was not so thick-skinned. After all kinds of rejections, Jiang Feng finally stopped insisting and just told him that if he regretted it at any time, he could come to him at any time and he would still teach him the breathing method.
To Wang Jin.
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Dream world.
Wang Jin was walking in the thin gray mist, with a broken wooden sword suspended behind him.
That's right, suspended.
After hunting down many zombies transformed by outer disciples, Wang Jin obtained many useful magical powers.
This is one of them, called the Sword Control Technique.
This is not a rare magical power. It is one of the lowest-level spells of Qianyang Sect. It only requires the foundation-building realm to be used.
Wang Jin advanced in the gray mist, with the tattered wooden sword hovering behind him like an osprey, flying into the gray mist on both sides from time to time, then returning in a flash, followed by a muffled sound in the gray mist, and then
There was a crashing sound of sand and gravel falling, and black threads shot into Wang Jin's body from the gray mist.
This mysterious wooden sword obtained from the little Taoist boy was extremely sharp, and it was harmful wherever it passed. In the area of the outer disciples, Wang Jin could hardly see any zombie that could block the blow of this little wooden sword.
The power of the sword.
Now that he has mastered the Sword Control Technique, he can control the mysterious wooden sword with this Sword Control Technique. He can move forward without any hindrance, almost like a steamroller. In addition, now that he has entered the late stage of foundation building, his true energy is far more powerful than before.
Hunting zombies in this gray mist is like mowing grass.
Wang Jin walked all the way, letting go of his sense of consciousness. Wherever he passed, any zombie that appeared in Wang Jin's perception was killed by Wang Jin with a sword, simply and neatly, without any sloppiness.
Any zombie that dares to get close to Wang Jin will instantly become his nourishment.
The location where Wang Jin is now is a long street with a strong ancient style and crooked houses on both sides of the street.
This is where the outer disciples live.
After entering the late stage of foundation building, at least in the area where the outer disciples are located, Wang Jin already has the capital to run rampant, and he does not have to be careful every step he takes.
brush!
The small wooden sword suspended behind his head moved again, and once again went straight to the side of the gray mist.
Clang!
However, this time, there was no sound of heavy objects falling to the ground immediately. The wooden sword quickly turned back, its trajectory was a little crooked, and it turned out to be in vain.
"Um?"
Wang Jin looked up in surprise and saw several zombies slowly stepping out from the corner of the street shrouded in gray mist ahead.
Although the clothes still worn by these seven zombies are rotten, it can still be seen that they are the clothes of outer disciples.
In each zombie's hand, there was a broken iron sword, stained with rust, as if it might fall apart at any time.
As these zombies walked, each other's steps seemed to form a strange connection, connecting with each other, and there was a faint sense of sharpness.
It seemed that what was slowly walking towards Wang Jin was not a few swaying zombies, but a sword, a sharp sword.
Wang Jin's expression became slightly serious, and the wooden sword circled behind his head, ready for battle.
Several zombies walked very regularly, staggering towards Wang Jin. When they were only a few meters away from Wang Jin, they suddenly took steps. Seven zombies suddenly ran towards Wang Jin, fast but without any trace.
The undisturbed steps suddenly sounded densely and clearly on the street. The moment they approached Wang Jin, seven zombies drew their swords at the same time.
It was obvious that the seven zombies just fired a sword, but in an instant, countless strong winds came from the air, and the gray mist was torn apart by the sword light. For a moment, Wang Jin felt as if he was covered by countless sword energies, and the sky was filled with swords.
The front shrouded the head.
"What is this? Sword formation?"
Wang Jin was shocked, and he suddenly made a sword formula with both hands. The small wooden sword behind his head turned into an afterimage and flew out.
Ding ding ding!
There was a continuous sound of sharp weapons clashing, and the small wooden sword flew back staggeringly, but the seven zombies were unmoved at all, and the seven rusty iron swords stabbed at Wang Jin at the same time.
boom!
The moment the seven wooden swords were about to stab Wang Jin, there was a sudden violent explosion, and balls of flames shot up into the sky, and the blazing fire waves instantly engulfed the seven zombies.
Wang Jin's figure appeared outside the fire wave. The moment he threw out three Pyroblast Talisman, he quickly retreated and immediately exited the explosion range of the Pyroblast Talisman.
Chi Chi Chi!
In the raging flames, there was suddenly a violent sound of wind, and seven rusty iron swords penetrated the flames and stabbed at Wang Jin again.
The seven zombies were actually safe and sound, as if they were covered by some kind of invisible barrier, which actually blocked the raging flames outside their bodies. The tongues of fire licked them, but they were not harmed at all by the zombies.
Wang Jin had already expected that the power of the Pyroblast Talisman was indeed considerable, but those seven zombies were probably in the late stage of foundation building during their lifetimes. It was undoubtedly a bit wishful thinking to get rid of just three Pyroblast Talismans.
He didn't panic at all, and while quickly retreating, he threw out a few more Pyroblast Talismans with shaking hands.
Boom boom boom!
A total of seven Pyroblast Talismans exploded in an instant, and the flames more than doubled in an instant, wrapping the seven zombies in them. The strong impact dispersed the interlocking steps of the seven zombies for a moment.
The moment the steps were scattered, the invisible barrier outside the seven zombies seemed to collapse in an instant. The tongues of fire surged up in an instant, and the flames instantly wrapped around the seven zombies. The seven zombies let out a shrill howl, and there was nothing left on them.
Much rotten flesh and blood was quickly burned into black charcoal in the flames.
Wang Jin had just relaxed in his heart when he saw the seven zombies howling. They quickly adjusted their pace and returned to the previous state of interlocking. The power like an invisible barrier appeared out of thin air again, and the surging force suddenly appeared.
The tongues of fire were kept out.
The seven zombies howled and raised their swords to stab Wang Jin again.
"You're not going to die? Xiaoqiang?"
The tenacious vitality of these seven zombies also surprised Wang Jin. While he quickly retreated, he felt cruel in his heart and took out a talisman from his body.
At a glance, there are no less than a dozen pictures.
This is nearly half of the Pyroblast Talismans that Wang Jin has accumulated over the past few days by carving them in the dream world. He originally wanted to use them slowly, but the zombies in front of him are so tenacious. These dozen Pyroblast Talismans may have to be used.
All is spent here.
"Die!"
Wang Jin made a move and shook his hands to throw out all the dozens of Pyroblast Talismans. At the same time, he retreated like lightning, retreating several hundred meters away in an instant.
The moment he stepped back, the zhenqi marks attached to the dozens of pyrotechnic symbols exploded instantly.
Boom!
A huge explosion sounded on the long street, like a bomb exploding on the long street. Wang Jin even felt the street under his feet trembled. The impact of the explosion made even hundreds of people who had exited immediately
Wang Jin staggered, and a wave of hot air rushed over from the air, burning Wang Jin's face painfully.
However, when he looked intently at the seven zombies at the center of the explosion, he found that the seven zombies were still not dead, but their limbs were somewhat mutilated. Some had lost an arm in the explosion just now, and some had lost their arms.
Legs.
The zombies were completely scattered and could no longer maintain their mysterious pace. They just continued howling and trying to escape from the flames.
"go!"
Wang Jin made a sword gesture, and the wooden sword behind his head suddenly flew away, flying into the blazing flames. It circled like a steel wire around the necks of several zombies. Several zombies
The head immediately slipped from his neck, and the headless corpse knelt down in the flames, which was soon completely submerged.
The wooden sword spun in a circle and flew back to Wang Jin. The material of this wooden sword was unknown. It was just much harder than gold and iron. Even the flames could not burn it.
Unfortunately, when Wang Jin got it, it was already broken and corroded by time.
If this wooden sword was still intact, its lethality would probably be even higher.
Chi chi chi.
Seven black threads flew out of the flames and penetrated into Wang Jin's body.
Wang Jin closed his eyes and digested the memories of these seven zombies. Soon, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"There is still that magical formation in the memories of those zombies!"
Those seven zombies were most likely in the late stage of Foundation Establishment. With Wang Jin's current strength, using the Sword Control Technique to control a wooden sword, not to mention being able to instantly kill zombies in the later stage of Foundation Establishment, it would only take a few clicks.
These seven zombies were so difficult to deal with that they actually forced Wang Jin to use all the Pyroblast Talisman he had accumulated during this period to finally kill them. He relied on the formation they formed by linking up with each other.
It's called the Qixuan Sword Formation.
The flames burning on the long street gradually extinguished, and the thick layer of gray viscous substance originally covering the ground was burned away. The air was filled with an unbearable stench, like the stench of an incineration plant.
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All that was left was a large pool of ashes and seven iron swords.
Wang Jin walked over and knelt down to inspect the seven iron swords.
The seven iron swords had been almost deformed by the blazing flames, but it could still be vaguely seen that there seemed to be some dense patterns all over the iron swords.
This is somewhat similar to the lines on the rotten wooden sword in Wang Jin's hand.
"This seems to be some kind of weapon refining pattern. If this pattern is complete, maybe I can try to refine such a strange weapon in the real world..."
Wang Jin gently stroked the damaged lines on the wooden sword, feeling a little regretful in his heart.