Mortals cultivating immortals and encountering strange encounters with immortals

Looking at the dull talisman seal in his hand, Qin Wanfeng was a little frustrated. Originally, in his opinion, the runes carved on ordinary paper were already very proficient, and there were signs of spiritual energy flowing, but when he actually carved them on the talisman paper , only to realize how difficult it is,

Not only does the majestic power of the soul need to be used to precisely control every movement, but also the size and thickness must be consistent. If the power of the soul is slightly interrupted, it will cause the runes to be large or small, uneven, even after the carving is completed. , its effect will probably be halved,

Qin Wanfeng looked at the runes on the talisman paper with a bitter look on his face. Although he had tried his best and was confident that during the Qi refining period, his soul power was definitely among the best, but when it came to actual implementation, he still felt that he had more than enough ambition but not enough power. When I take a short break and draw right now,

When carving the runes this time, Qin Wanfeng found that he had to persist longer than before when carving the runes. Although he failed in the end, the increase in the control and duration of the soul was also quite obvious. When all the runes were used up, Qin Wanfeng just got two real earth escape talismans! Although the other earth escape talisman was somewhat defective, it could still be used. What Qin Wanfeng didn't know was that even Song Dali had consumed hundreds of precious talisman papers when he practiced the talisman for the first time. success,

At this time, it was also late at night, Qin Wanfeng found Song Dali and asked where the practice room was, because he did not have any practice skills on him now! When fighting against the enemy, I feel quite limited and feel unable to make a move. There are no other techniques except secular world techniques to deal with it. Moreover, the phantom trace is too shocking and will make people greedy when it appears.

This was also the reason why he asked the strange old man for the exercises in the first place. After Song Dali sent Qin Wanfeng to Dongtian Pavilion, he returned alone. He also had things to deal with tomorrow.

When Qin Wanfeng came to the training room, he spent a hundred spiritual stones to find a training room on the underground floor. Although the spiritual energy in the training room here was rich, it was inferior to the training room in the Xiaotianluo City Chamber of Commerce. More than a little bit,

This is not only reflected in the quality of the spiritual energy, but also in the purity of the spiritual energy. It is completely crushed in all directions. You must know that there is a spiritual vein buried underground in the Xiaotianluo City Chamber of Commerce. This is naturally the case with Qinglian Sect. It is incomparable, but a training room of this level is of little use to Qin Wanfeng.

He didn't know the specific reason. Whether it was condensing dragon veins in his body or impacting his tendons, this level of spiritual energy couldn't stir up any waves in his body, but it was good to use it for practicing exercises!

There is also a training room on Fu Feng, but Song Dali is there, and Qin Wanfeng feels that Song Dali is a bit fake. During the day, his consciousness clearly felt that there was a hint of vague suspicion in Song Dali's expression, as if he suspected something.

The most important thing was that the mysterious old man narrated the exercises he practiced. This exercise had such huge cause and effect. Although he did not understand what the old man was talking about specifically, he did not want to be exposed to Song Dali's eyes like this.

When he took out the jade slip presented by the strange old man from his arms, it was simple and simple, and there was a sense of weight on it. One look at it and it was obvious that it had an extraordinary origin.

"Zixiao Divine Killing Art?"

There was a glint in Qin Wanfeng's eyes. This was obtained from the old man, and the origins of the old and young couple were mysterious. Some clues could be found from the old man's words and deeds, and the Green Bamboo Gang and the Blood Lotus Sect set up a The origin of the mysterious elixir can be seen at a glance, indicating that its identity must be extraordinary. This is why Qin Wanfeng did not want to ask for its specific name.

He opened the Zixiao God-Slaying Art and took a rough look at it. After reading it, Qin Wanfeng felt a surge of spiritual energy in his body, and the aura in his body was also surging.

"Just taking a look at the mental formula of Zixiao God-killing Technique makes the spiritual energy in my body boil! This technique is really extraordinary! It seems like this! This technique is indeed what the old man said! It must be mixed with extremely huge cause and effect!"

After Qin Wanfeng read it over, he frowned and thought, and said in his heart, although the technique is good, such a powerful technique, coupled with the cause and effect behind it, is destined not to be easily used in front of others, which makes him have to After careful consideration, after hesitating for a moment, Qin Wanfeng's eyes flashed with perseverance, and he started practicing without hesitation.

When Jiji took out the Xuanjie Spiritual Sword and recited the Heart Technique formula silently in his heart, the moment he recited the Heart Technique formula silently, the sword in his hand slowly started to breathe.

Immediately, the sword in his hand was slowly raised, and in an instant, dozens or hundreds of purple sword lights surged out from his body. His spiritual sword slid through a graceful arc in the void, and the purple sword lights all over his body also followed this. Let’s go together towards the direction pointed by the tip of the sword,

At this moment, Qin Wanfeng's eyes were full of sharp edges, and his heart moved at will. Wherever the sword pointed, it would cause violent waves, and even the void would tremble slightly.

The next moment, a deep gash was cut into the training room by the purple sword light, and the entire training room shook violently. Tie Lao outside frowned and headed towards the training room where Qin Wanfeng was.

At this time, Tie Lao's scolding sounded outside Qin Wanfeng's practice room;

"Boy! What are you doing? Do you want to tear down my Dongtian Pavilion? If there is such a big movement, get out of here immediately!"

The sound outside was loud, but when it came inside it was as thin as silk, but Qin Wanfeng was immersed in selfless practice. While Qin Wanfeng was practicing something intensively, in a secret room far away from the inner gate,

Elder Leng looked fiercely at the young man kneeling in front of him, trembling violently. It was Wang Ke. Today, he was inexplicably called by the elder of the inner sect and began to ask about Leng Qianqiu!

"Qi Report, Elder Qi Report! Disciple, I really don't know who killed Senior Brother Leng!"

"I didn't ask you who killed him! I asked you if Qianqiu had any grudges with anyone before? Or did he have any grudges?"

Elder Leng's expression was indifferent, with no trace of emotion in his pupils, and the surroundings were filled with a trembling foundation-building pressure like the deep sea. Under such terrifying foundation-building pressure, Wang Ke had already had a fear in his heart. despair! When he felt the terrifying murderous intent gradually filling the air, he shook his head repeatedly.

Seeing this, Elder Leng's eyes were as cold as frost, and he said indifferently;

"I don't know? What's the use of keeping you?"

After the words fell, Wang Ke's pupils shrank, and the sweat on his forehead flowed down like a downpour. The moment he was targeted by Elder Leng's murderous intent, he seemed to have met death.

Just when he had a premonition that death was coming, a figure suddenly flashed through his mind. It was a young man, and Leng Qianqiu had interacted with him at the Miscellaneous Peak. Seeing this situation, he made continuous noises He spoke hoarsely;

"I, I remembered!"

As he finished speaking, he saw that the murderous intent as cold as the deep sea quietly retreated. At this time, Elder Leng's indifferent voice came to his ears,

"Oh? What did you remember?"

"Before! Senior Brother Leng has been pursuing news about a handyman disciple! I, I suspect that Senior Brother Leng has been hiding outside the mountain gate for the purpose of that handyman!"

"Why are you pursuing that handyman?"

"No, I don't know! It seems, it seems to be for a treasure!"

"Treasures? What treasures can a disciple who can only do as a handyman have? What a waste! Are the self-defense treasures I have given you not enough?"

Hearing this, there was a look of resentment in Elder Leng's eyes. He never imagined that his good-for-nothing son would actually take a fancy to the treasure of a handyman disciple. If he told this, where would he put his old face? ? When he thought of this, he temporarily suppressed the anger in his heart and asked carefully again;

"Can you sketch a portrait of him?"

"Disciple, the power of my soul is weak, not enough, less than ten feet! I'm afraid, I'm afraid!"

Wang Ke was a little ashamed and did not continue. Seeing this, Elder Leng said;

"What does he look like?"

"The young man looks ordinary! He is about fifteen years old! He is seven feet tall! Although his appearance has no obvious features, his eyes are very calm and calm! Even when he was fighting Senior Brother Leng at the Miscellaneous Peak! There’s no fear at all! Others~!”

After the words fell, Elder Leng couldn't help but think of Qin Wanfeng. Outside the sect, it was the young man standing behind Song Dali. Even when he was facing him, the young man's eyes showed no trace except solemnity. Feeling of fear! It can be seen that his heart is strong. As soon as he thinks of this, he immediately uses the power of his soul to virtualize Qin Wanfeng's portrait.

The moment Qin Wanfeng's portrait came out, Wang Ke's eyes lit up, he pointed at Qin Wanfeng and nodded frantically;

"It's him, the handyman!"

"It's really you! Humph!"

At this moment, he felt a sense of being deceived in his heart, and he hated that he had believed Song Dali's words. Now it seems that Song Dali must have known something.

In an instant, the murderous intent in the secret room grew almost like a tide. Wang Ke looked at the red-eyed Elder Leng with trembling eyes. At this moment, he felt that what he saw in front of him was not a human race, but a gluttonous giant. beast!

The eyes of Elder Leng exuded bursts of cold light. The next moment, an invisible sharp blade flew towards Wang Ke. Seeing this, Wang Ke's eyes were frightened and he opened his mouth, but there seemed to be a giant hand invisibly. Just pinch it,

He was speechless, and immediately a red thread as thin as hair slowly appeared on his neck, and then his head rolled backwards, and blood poured out crazily like a fountain! With a bang, Elder Leng walked out of the secret room without saying a word! At the same time, he muttered to himself;

"Huh! Although Qianqiu is a waste, he is still my descendant after all! You kill me just as you say? This shows that you don't take me seriously at all!"

After saying that, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. The stiff smile was so penetrating, like the god of death, and extremely terrifying.