Chapter 4 Realm

The sound of birdsong constantly echoes in the sky.

A ray of sunlight poured down from the hole in the tank, and dust flew in the air in the pillar of light.

The sound of running water in the cave came, and Huang Zhenghua opened his eyes.

"Phew!"

The stinging pain from the wound all over his body went straight to his brain, and Huang Zhenghua took a breath in pain and moved his body.

I took out my phone and saw that there was no signal.

"It's miserable. Huang Zhenghua said worriedly.

Deep in the mountains and mountains, the entrance to the cave is so small and so secret, it is strange if someone finds it, unless God appears.

I took a look at the worst leg that hurt the most.

When the inner thigh fell, a sharp stone cut a hole about seven or eight centimeters long, but fortunately, the herbs that the little guy brought last night worked, and the bleeding stopped, but it seemed to be a little inflamed.

The right calf was also injured not lightly.

There were also scratches on his arms and back, and his clothes were not very tattered, like beggars.

A sprained leg that made it difficult to stand.

Look at the fire, it's gone.

"What about the little guy, it's gone again?" I didn't see the little guy when I got up in the morning, Huang Zhenghua really missed this Chinese medicine doctor.

You can't live without it.

"Squeak"

As he was talking, the little guy poked his little head out of Huang Zhenghua's backpack and looked at Huang Zhenghua.

"My backpack!"

You're so picky enough to bite through my backpack and slept in it all night, and you think it's a hotel?

What made Huang Zhenghua want to cry without tears is still to come.

When I opened the backpack, I saw that the two ginseng sticks that I had finally dug up were eaten by the little guy, and there were a few ginseng whiskers left.

These are two wild ginsengs that are more than ten years old, and more than 1,000 beautiful knives.

The little guy saw Huang Zhenghua's sad appearance, like a primary school student who was found cheating in an exam and was found by the teacher, with his feet upright and his fluffy tail, looking pitiful.

"Stand still!" Huang Zhenghua scolded with a stone and patted the ground.

If I don't give you a little bit of power, you won't be allowed to go to the house to uncover the tiles in the future?

"Delicious, right?" Huang Zhenghua said, slapping the little guy on the head.

"Squeak!" knew what he had done wrong, and he didn't dodge, squeaked, and stood there.

"Do you know how rare this is? This is my day's pay yesterday, because you, now it's all gone, yesterday was in vain. ”

Now there is only this meteorite left, and I don't know how much it is worth.

Huang Zhenghua took out the meteorite from his backpack and looked at it.

Look at the little guy in front of you.

Remembering last night's scene.

When I fainted, I also saw that this little guy was also swept by the blue light, could it be ...... Could it be because of that weird blue light that this little guy is psychic?

Otherwise, how could this little guy understand his own words?

You must know that this is the Americas, not the Chinese countries.

Could it be that what the old man said was true, and those strange cultivation techniques in his mind were true?

It's really a bit reliable to say this, otherwise how can you explain these things that suddenly have extra things in your head?

The little guy can be psychic, and I, as a person, am not as good as a weasel?

It's better to try, anyway, here now, you can't go anywhere.

Huang Zhenghua thought about it, and a dead horse should be a live horse doctor, so he picked up the many exercises that suddenly came to his mind.

"Ziyang True Monarch Technique?"

According to the memory in my mind, this Ziyang True Monarch is amazing, it is the kind of old guy who took care of the house last night, and pressed the bottom of the box.

If you practice, you can fly to the sky and the earth, and you can do anything.

"That's it, if you want to practice, you can practice the most powerful, this is the old man's unique technique, and it is the old man's housekeeping skills. Huang Zhenghua said, starting to meditate cross-legged according to the method he had memorized in his mind, and exhaled according to the breathing method in the exercise.

Ziyang Zhenjun Jue is the old man's Ziyang Zhenjun's unique mastery, which is divided into thirteen layers and four sets of exercises, namely:

Gangti Soul Suppression Technique: As the first layer of the Ziyang True Monarch Technique, the internal qi is released to form the Gangqi body, and the qi sword can be used to sharpen the iron like clay, and the soul can be attacked and guarded, and the power is enough to compete with the general high-grade magic weapons.

Pure Yang Pyrotechnics: The palm of the hand can instantly release a golden flame as hot as the sun, which can incinerate everything into ashes, which is an invisible technique to kill people. Its defense is relative to beginner mid-tier attack spells.

Swordsmanship: You can fly with your sword, and you can also control your flying sword to kill people thousands of miles away. This sword technique can only be used in the middle of the foundation building.

Nine Heavens Mirage Fist: When urging, it produces a dozen battles of high golden light fist shadows, which can destroy the heavens and the earth, shatter the stars, consume great true qi when used, and have a very large damage to oneself when used many times. This boxing method can only be used at the peak of foundation building, and it can seriously injure the strong Jindan and resist nuclear weapons. Strengthens as your cultivation increases.

Huang Zhenghua slowly began to enter the cultivation, only to see that the air around him was surging towards Huang Zhenghua's upper body, spinning and being absorbed by Huang Zhenghua, and his brain kept bulging and falling, and so on.

The thin heaven and earth aura was constantly absorbed, and slowly, Huang Zhenghua's body underwent some changes.

At first, the skin became red, and then the dark spots on the face gradually disappeared, and the skin became fair and a thin layer of black ink-like liquid began to ooze from the surface of the skin.

"Whew!"

Huang Zhenghua exhaled a long breath of turbid air, only to see the exhaled gas shoot straight out, forming a cyclone two or three meters long and shooting forward.

"This ...... It's not scientific. Huang Zhenghua opened his eyes and saw that the air he exhaled formed a one-meter-long air column, Huang Zhenghua was startled, and he was faintly excited in his heart.

Don't...... What the old man said last night was true?

"Qi refining a layer so fast?"

A series of unscientific facts are in front of him, and now Huang Zhenghua is beginning to believe what the old man said.

You're also a cultivator?

The realm of cultivation is divided into Qi refining→ foundation building→ knotting Dan→ Yuan Infant → transforming gods, this is a low-level cultivator, and then there is a combination of refining void → → Mahayana, and then the upper level is the tribulation and ascending to the immortal.

The old man himself said that he was plotted by someone during the catastrophe, and finally his soul was possessed by a meteorite and fell to the earth and was bumped into by himself.

Except for the ten levels of qi refining and the tribulation, each of the other realms is divided into four levels: junior high and high peak.

In two days, he will reach the first level of qi refining, which is very fast in the earth where the aura is thin.

In addition to the surprise, Huang Zhenghua observed his body.

Clenched his fists hard, he felt that his whole body had inexhaustible strength, he had never been so strong, and now it was Tyson in front of him, and one punch could knock him away.

"Why does it stink so much?" Huang Zhenghua sniffed his nose and found that a thin layer of liquid like ink oozed from all over his body.

"Hey, hurry up and take a shower in the water. Huang Zhenghua said, stood up and walked towards the underground river in front, walked a few steps, and found that something was wrong.

"Yourself...... What about the wounds on the legs?" Huang Zhenghua looked at the wounds on his thighs, and it turned out that those seven or eight centimeter wounds were gone, as if they had never happened, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Huang Zhenghua himself would have felt that he was dreaming.

"It's amazing, it's not scientific, it makes sense!" Huang Zhenghua patted his thigh and said, and then jumped hard to feel the recovery of his thigh.

This jump doesn't matter, but it can scare Huang Zhenghua out of the way, only to see Huang Zhenghua jump hard, jumping up more than three meters high, if it weren't for the height of the cave, the skull would have been damaged.

"Superman!"

"Haha, Superman, I'm Superman!" Huang Zhenghua happily pounced forward, catapulted three meters away, and plopped like a frog into the water.

I took a beautiful shower, took off my clothes and hung them out.

I forked a fish rack in the underground river and roasted it in the fire, and I felt a little full after eating thirteen in a row.

"Why is the amount of food so large, I wasn't like this before, according to the current feeling, I can eat thirteen more. ”

"No wonder the ancients said that the poor are rich and martial, just this amount of food, it is only in modern times, who can afford it in ancient times, and not go bankrupt?"

"See if there's a signal. Huang Zhenghua squatted on the ground and shaved his teeth, took out his mobile phone and looked at it.

"June 8th!"

Huang Zhenghua was shocked when he saw the date displayed on his mobile phone.

I came out on the 2nd of June, stayed in Ofak for two days, entered the mountain on the 4th, and spent one night in the cave, which is the 5th, that is to say, I practiced this practice for two days!

"It can't be, it can't be! It must be a broken phone. ”

It seems that the Apple mobile phone of the M people is not reliable, and they have the money to change to Huawei.

Huang Zhenghua greeted Cook again in his heart.

"Squeak!"

The little guy's voice echoed in the cave, Huang Zhenghua looked for the place where the voice came from, and saw the little guy walking over from a distance with a stick about the thickness of a toe and a thumb in his mouth.

Huang Zhenghua frowned and looked at the wooden stick in the little guy's mouth, and after a closer look, Huang Zhenghua's heart was dripping blood, and his heart was dead.

That's not a stick, it's a ginseng!

There is only the taproot left, and there is no other ginseng or anything.

"I'll kill you losers!" Huang Zhenghua rushed up without tears, holding the thick ginseng in his hand and tapping the little guy's head.

God, this must be at least 500 years of ginseng, and if it is done by this little thing, the value will be reduced by half, and if the ginseng must be complete, it will be sold for at least 40,000 or 50,000 US dollars.