Chapter 385

this power has been learned that day. Even the second layer can tear the defensive hill to pieces.

Although at that time, I failed to do my best, but it was a hill magnified four or five times by the eight trigrams.

On the island, the hill can resist the tusks of the second-order Zerg.

But I think it is too many. I'm afraid there are thousands of stabs on the hill. Under the cutting layer by layer, the hill will gradually become smaller and disappear.

And the rest, I am afraid, only more than a hundred stabs on their own body.

It's hard to imagine that there are so many skills in the mainland. It's just that any monk has such a knack.

I don't know how many powerful skills will be encountered in the future, and how to prevent them?

If the fight is fair and aboveboard, how many intrigues will you encounter in the dark? How to prevent it?

Clear up the mood, close your eyes, immersed in the sword formula, constantly deduce the first level of sword formula.

An hour later, his eyes suddenly opened, two fine awns were shot out of his eyes, and a purple flying sword appeared in front of him with a wipe of his left hand.

There is no array in the magic weapon, so it can't be refined with refined blood, can't be collected into the elixir field, and can only be put into the storage bag.

What appeared at this time was not the purple gold flying sword in Dantian, but the magic weapon flying sword purchased yesterday.

The spirit liquid moves along the specific meridians, builds the foundation, and controls the spirit fluid naturally and freely. Even if there are hundreds of meridians, the Dharma formula will be used instantly.

Drink it gently in the mouth: "escape from the void". The spirit liquid passing through hundreds of meridians is immediately sent out from the left index finger and points to the flying sword floating in front of the body.

The purple flying sword seems to disappear. It is invisible to the naked eye and the spirit.

My heart moved and my eyes looked at the wall. Suddenly, a purple light appeared from the void, and "Du" stabbed on the wall. A white light flowed rapidly from the wall, obviously repairing the stabbed place.

The wall was arrayed with arrays. Naturally, it didn't go in, but it rebounded back. But he was very satisfied with it.

Only at the last moment when the flying sword stabs out, the stabbed person will find out where the flying sword stabs. But at that time, how can ordinary friars react?

Take back the flying sword and sit down again.

It's very easy to practice Qi refining skills with the foundation building and great circle cultivation. Next, the second level, which will take a lot of time.

After a long time, it will take a long time to understand the essence of the sword.

After all, every night, he had to soak in the miraculous medicine and practice the body formula. What surprised him was that the formula was not as good as he thought.

Five times of immersion reached the peak of pain and itching. After five times of soaking, it was not that there was no pain or itching after five times. However, after 10 times of soaking, no pain or itching was felt. At this time, three days had passed.

So far, the second layer of bone refining in Dragon Tiger Da RI Lian Ti Jue has been successful, and the second layer of void sword rhyme has also been successful.

At this time, in the practice room, he sat on the ground and recited words in his mouth. The spirit liquid in the elixir field moved rapidly along the specific meridians, and thousands of specific order meridians had passed through.

Eyes suddenly open, mouth light drink: "empty sword", left hand to the wall.

There is no change in the void. After a breath, there is a burst of "benedictiveness..." When it sounded, the wall seemed to have been stabbed by thousands of flying swords. Countless white lights flashed over and concentrated in the stabbed.

Naturally, he knows that this is a defensive array. It absorbs aura and repairs the damaged part.

Very satisfied to close his eyes, suddenly, think of two inappropriate.

One is that although he has just succeeded in practice, his casting speed seems to be faster than that person.

Secondly, it seems that the power of this empty flying sword is not as powerful as that of that person.

Thinking carefully about a stick of incense Kung Fu, I just affirm that the person is at the critical moment of life and death. Naturally, he uses the Dharma with all his strength, so it has great power.

But just now I just tried at will, the natural power is not obvious.

However, I don't quite understand the speed of casting. With the level of proficiency, the caster will surely be able to breathe faster, but the person should be extremely proficient.

It's because your soul is strong enough.

I have seen the third layer of the empty sword rhyme. He can't practice it at this time because of two conditions: the mana runs and tens of thousands of meridians run.

Stand up and practice with high intensity for several days in a row. At this time, although the cultivation can not be improved, the strength is further improved. At least, the means of attack and defense are greatly increased.

Walking out of the training room, the two girls immediately came over and seemed to have been waiting here.

He shook his hand and said, "you don't have to stay here every day. It's OK to go out and have a look."

"Really?" Hua Yueru asked in a loud voice. She suddenly found that Li Yuerong was not as happy as she was. She bowed her head and said in a low voice, "we are going to serve the immortal master. How can we go out for a walk?"Yi Heng grinned bitterly, but his naive character really made him hard to care about, "go ahead, go to see my family, and report back to me."

The two girls wanted to go out to see their families for a long time, but these days he was locked up in the training room. Naturally, they did not dare to disturb or ask questions.

At this time, seeing that he was serious, he was overjoyed. "Yes, yes, I'll be back as soon as possible."

Yi Heng waved, and they turned to go out. Before they reached the door, they chattered.

He looked at their backs and wondered why the mortal women who served other friars were so afraid of them? And these two women seem to be more and more bold.

However, he seems to like it very much. He seems to think of Qiu Xiyin's innocent and pure appearance and smile at the corner of his mouth.

Next, there is the third layer of the "dragon and tiger big day refining body formula", which is used to refine the pulse. This layer of cultivation requires more expensive and painful elixir.

In order to resist the pain, he was still immersed in Qiu Xiyin's bed. He was afraid that he could not help crying out because of his pain. When the two girls heard him, he ordered them out.

It doesn't take long for the water in the bucket to boil. Put the miraculous medicine into the bucket one by one. While recalling the miraculous medicine in the body refining formula, he reads it out:

"one portion of golden tendon, one portion of snake vine holy silk, one portion of original Qigen..." This miraculous medicine is also extremely rare. I visited six miraculous medicine shops that day, and then I put it together.

And one of the very secluded elixir, even the Goujia drugstore did not have, and finally found in a humble Xiaoling drugstore.

But apparently the owner didn't know what the elixir was for.

After a while, the miraculous medicine will gradually emit the fragrance of medicine in boiling water. The medicine will become stronger and more powerful, and it will gradually penetrate into the meridians all over the body.

The whole body's meridians, no matter thick as a little finger or as thin as a cow's hair, all feel the burning pain, and the pain is not in the body, but in the heart.

"Roar, roar..." Half an hour later, the pain finally reached the highest point. He was convulsed and convulsed, and his meridians were stretching and shortening.

A face is constantly changing, and the open mouth, sometimes big or small, gives out the roar of a beast. But at this time, how can it stop?

Mind is very clear, if the pain faints, that can avoid this kind of torture.

The convulsive eyes were also pulled open and closed by the meridians. Looking at Qiu Xiyin on the bed, he wanted to tell her the pain at this time. He opened his mouth, but his tongue was pulled and could not speak.

All of a sudden, Qiu Xiyin's eyelids jumped slightly, as if to open them. Just when he wanted to look carefully, the meridians in his eyelids suddenly stretched out and had to close his eyes.

Can't wait to wait to open, look carefully, her eyelids are like the same, there is no movement at all.

Then he felt that he must have hallucinations because of pain, and continued to bear the inhuman pain.

An hour later, the pain finally eased down. At least now, it can be tolerated without howling. But at this time, it is like a boiled prawn, red all over, curled up in a big barrel.

Two hours later, he appeared at the door, opened the door for the two girls, and everything was as calm and smiling as when they left.

Also casually asked a few words, the two girls home today, but see two women chattering about, also do not want to listen.

If you are careful, you can see that his innumerable meridians are still stretching and shrinking like being burned.

Slightly reach out to move feet, or occasionally move, all pull countless meridians, pain into the heart.

At this time, a white light flashed into the room. As soon as his right hand was spread out, he put the white light on his hand.

There are not many monks here. Who will send a message to him?

I think there is no one else but Gou Youwei.

I was surprised that it was the fat man who sent it.

"Fighting field, wonderful than fighting, Yu." At present, the only one who knows Yu's surname is fat. There are wonderful competitions, and there must be seed players. Naturally, you have to go and have a look.

I don't know what's going on outside these days. Besides, the fat man seems to know a lot about it. You can ask him about it.

Thinking of this, he casually explained a few words, the main thing is to keep the living room can not go in, after the two women promised, turned around and went out of the door.

The small attic in the middle of the third floor should be a teleportation array. It can directly lead to the ground, but it's very convenient. I don't know how to do it. Should I go down to the first floor and wait for others?

Immediately, he was relieved, because there was also a monk walking out the door in the opposite room. The man obviously found his presence and looked up.

If you can live on the third floor, you must be a seeded player. Undoubtedly, there will be competitors behind.

They looked at each other from four or five feet, and looked at each other secretly.

Yi Heng's pupil shrinks slightly, and his mind is really different. Even if he is separated by four or five Zhang, he can feel the dangerous breath from the monk.Dressed in dark gray road clothes, not tall or short, young, hair covered, hands in sleeves.

Pale cone-shaped face, no smell of living people, eyebrows light, only a pair of eyes emanating from the eyes, like a snake staring at themselves, as if looking for flaws, ready to attack themselves.

Naturally, he would not be afraid, but the meridians on his hands twitched slightly and looked as if he was about to clench his fist at any time.

The meridians on the face also occasionally twitch, which makes the facial muscles twitch occasionally, like fear and ridicule.

"You want to hit me?" The man's cold voice was like a dead man without any emotion.

Yi Heng gently shakes his head, and in an instant it is a convulsive pain. He takes back his eyes, lifts his feet and turns around and walks towards the small attic.

The man snorted coldly and went to the attic.

Yi Hengyu light sweep, then clearly see that the man out of the room number is 301, the heart can not help a little tight, is this person is No. 1 player? No wonder the breath is so dangerous.

They walked from one left and one right to the small attic at the same time. Obviously, the man was going to the underground fighting arena. He was relieved. Now, there was no need to worry about the teleportation array.

The man seemed to feel his slight relief, and his eyes shot with contempt.

Suddenly Yiheng found that the two rooms on the first and the fourteenth on the third floor were opposite each other, which showed that he was the first on the third floor, and he was actually the last one on the third floor?

I don't know if there are any seeded players on other floors.

He first reached the attic, reached out and pushed away, but this action made his face pale and sweat on his forehead. If there was no outsider, he would groan in a low voice.

At this time, it should be a good rest in the quiet room. It is also mentioned in the exercise formula that it is best to lie in bed for a day or two. Although it doesn't matter if you don't lie down, it won't affect the cultivation effect.

But it was very painful, and he understood at this moment the meaning of pain in this exercise formula.

The man behind him has been staring at him since he left the house. He seems to be looking for the flaws in his whole body. He thinks about where to attack most effectively. He will be killed once he hits.

At this time, seeing his face pale and sweat on his forehead, I couldn't help but despise him more.

Originally, people who can't bear their own breath don't need to pay attention to it. They just look for other people's flaws and become a habit to be ready to take action at any time.

There is no emotion in the eyes, suddenly showing the color of confusion, how the eyes of this person are all flaws? Is there anyone like that? But just all over the body is flawed, but feel no flaw.

The pupil is also slightly shrinking, eyes instantly dignified up, it seems that the people in front of all kinds of appearances are confusing themselves, the same seed players are really powerful.

Yi Heng didn't know what he thought. At this time, he was really full of flaws. He couldn't control his body very well. Every meridian twitched by himself.

Standing on the transmission array, turn around and show the man behind him to follow.

The man hesitated, bit his teeth and followed him. They stood side by side in the transmission array.

After counting the breath, the man seemed to feel a little strange. Why didn't he start the transmission array?

Slightly turn his head to look, but see him also look at himself again, the meaning in that look is very obvious, let oneself start transmission array.

The light eyebrow suddenly wrinkled, almost burst out, but immediately put it down, turned his head, wiped with his left hand, eight spirit stones were inlaid in the small holes around the array, his hands slightly pinched, and he spit out two words: "transmission."

With a flash of white light, they disappeared.

The first thing I feel is still the cheering and swearing in my ears. Even if I see two people fighting fiercely in the fighting field, a bloody light will be shed at any time.

The whole body blood suddenly surges up, it seems that as long as you are in this place, you will be very excited in the heart, and arouse the aggressive nature in the bones.

Release the spirit consciousness and look for the fat figure.

Outside, monks are not allowed to release their spiritual consciousness, just like ordinary people closing their eyes. They feel very uncomfortable. Here, they can do whatever they want.

The fat man had a very good figure. At this time, he was shaking his whole body fat and yelling. He wanted to gamble again.

I don't know what luck is?

The white light of the transmission array flashed. Naturally, countless spiritual senses swept towards this place. Naturally, everyone present should know who entered the fighting field again.

If you meet a monk who usually has a grudge or can make himself rank further, he or she will have to have a fight.

The fat man naturally found that he was coming, turned his head to have a look, and then turned around. It seemed that he was worried about the competition in the field.

But in the end, he gritted his teeth, turned and strode towards him.

He stepped out of the transmission array. As for the cold friar beside him, he had already disappeared in the cheering crowd. I wonder if his blood would be boiling on this occasion.

"Yidaoyou, let's go, let's go. Fortunately, we didn't miss the next wonderful competition." When the fat man came to him, the fat body brought a gust of wind. I really don't know why he has so much fat.Where in the friars is there a man of particularly poor stature? As long as you want, everyone will be beautiful and beautiful, and your body will be perfect.

after all, the friar does not eat five grains, only swallows the spirit, so the essence of the world, the appearance and appearance of the raised skin is far more natural than the human.

Naturally, many friars don't care about themselves. For example, they are what they are like. But the fat man is so fat that he affects his actions. Doesn't it affect his fighting methods?

In a moment, he thought of a possibility, unless the skill that the fat man practiced was related to the fat body, but he only thought about it. Although the skill was strange, how could it be used?

"How are you? How many spirit stones have you won? " Yi Heng knows that he cares about the spirit stone very much. If he wants to be unprepared, he must start with the spirit stone.

Sure enough, as soon as the stone was mentioned, the fat man was in a flutter, and the fat meat was shaking. He opened his fat mouth and said in a loud voice: "Oh, don't mention it. Don't mention it. Since that time, it's almost impossible to win."

"Oh, that still won."

"Compared with the one you won, there are tens of thousands of bets behind. What's the use of winning or losing? Or did you come at ease that time and do not come again? "

"Go away, where are so many opportunities?" Yi Heng scolded loudly, but he pulled himself into a stabbing pain.

Oh, at that time, I didn't have a chance to meet you again

"What? You fatso, you've won more than me. You've got more points. " Yi Heng is furious when he hears the speech. He can't believe that the fat man has such a big courage. He can bet three million yuan.

The fat man immediately knew that he was leaking his mouth. Chubby's right hand covered his mouth and looked at him innocently, hesitating, not knowing what to say.

Yi Heng naturally doesn't want him to divide the spirit stone. Besides, even if he wants to, I'm afraid it's hard to pick it out from the fat man's hands.

How can anyone who can't even give up the eight spirit stones on the teleportation array be separated? He didn't release the spirit stone of the transmission array just now. Would the monk think he was very stingy?