"It's different, but the end result is still the same. ”

"If he doesn't die, we die, you won't let me tell the reason again, right?"

Liu Yan thought for a while and asked, "What do you think of how to do it?"

"Abolish his cultivation, take away his exercises, spare his life, cut off his hands and feet, I want to let him ......... for the rest of his life. Live like a dog. ”

Liu Yan and Chu Yingxuan glanced at each other, and the three of them continued to communicate, their voices became more and more, and soon they couldn't hear anything.

As soon as the screen turns,

"Sneeze ......"

Shen Xianxun sat on the bed and sneezed inexplicably, he rubbed his nose, and then took out a wooden box from his waist card.

This is the lock iron given to him by the senior brother, and Shen Xianxun doesn't know much about the specific details and some details, so take advantage of Chen Hao's going out, no one around, study this thing well.

Shen Xianxun pushed open the switch of the wooden box, and there was an iron necklace lying quietly in the wooden box.

Airplanes.........

As soon as the wooden box was opened, Shen Xianxun's realm instantly descended from the middle realm of martial artists to the first realm of martial artists.

"This thing doesn't need physical contact, just being close enough to affect a cultivator's cultivation?"

Shen Xianxun closed the wooden box,

Airplanes.........

The realm was restored to the middle realm of the martial artist.

Open the wooden box.

Airplanes.........

The realm was reduced to the first realm of martial artists.

He held the iron piece in his hand, and cultivated it from the first realm of martial arts to the first six layers.

This thing is called Lock Gong Iron, a strange thing in the land, and it cannot be forged by manpower, and its only function is to block the cultivation of the contact, and not only affect the contact, but also the cultivators in a certain range will be affected.

The most representative of the lock power iron is that the forbidden cultivation is extremely hard and indestructible, and the degree to which he can influence it is different according to the weight of the lock power iron.

Shen Xianxun can suppress the martial artist realm first.

"Fortunately, that senior brother taught me how to use the forging method to fuse the lock iron into my weapon. ”

Shen Xianxun also took out the saber from his waist card, holding the sword in his left hand and the lock iron with a large nail cover in his right hand.

His right hand was slightly raised, Shen Xianxun had words in his mouth, and the lock iron magically floated, accompanied by the halo condensed from his palm, and slowly floated into the Zheng of the sword

moment

The lock power iron was gone, Shen Xianxun's right hand was empty, he threw the sword up with a shake in his left hand, and took the sword with his right hand.

After being integrated into the weapon, the lock power iron weakened Shen Xianxun's imprisonment.

The cultivation that was originally reduced to the first six layers became the Great Perfection of the Martial Spirit.

Shen Xianxun was very satisfied with the sword flower, and then took the sword back to his waist.

He thought about it, when the saber with the lock iron was placed in the waist card and could not affect the cultivation, he used the heart mirror to conceal the cultivation, and when he held the saber, his cultivation would naturally be reduced to the Great Perfection of the Martial Spirit.

In short, others can't find the abnormality, this is also a killer feature, first show the enemy to be weak, and then suddenly break out, one hit will kill,

Think about it, an opponent who fought with you for half and whose strength and speed were clearly felt by you, suddenly his momentum skyrocketed, and his abilities in all aspects skyrocketed geometrically.

This sudden change, the vast majority of people will not be able to react, and then ...... There is no then.

"It's a pity that when you meet an opponent who is too far apart, this thing doesn't do much. ”

In case you meet a martial king, you can take a second role in your own role, no matter how powerful your skills are, they are useless in the face of absolute power.

One force down ten will, the so-called skill, is above the situation of equal strength.

"It's a pity that I didn't get this thing earlier, otherwise it would ......"

At this time, the door opened the door.

Chen Hao came back, he pushed open the door and snorted.

"Up, you guy. ”

Shen Xianxun snorted.

They are all smart people, and the two of them won't talk about yesterday's events all the time, as long as they know it in their hearts.

Shen Xianxun looked at Chen Hao, and a bad idea came to him.

He took out the saber mixed with the lock iron, and asked Chen Hao to catch it with a smile.

"Next!"

The saber is thrown along with the scabbard.

Chen Hao put on a handsome posture, stood still in place, did not twist his head, and suddenly reached out to catch the saber thrown by Shen Xianxun.

As soon as he touched the scabbard, Chen Hao let it go with a shake.

Syllable!

The saber fell to the ground.

"Old Shen, what the hell are you," Chen Hao touched his left hand with his right hand, and said with palpitations: "This is so good at absorbing spiritual power,"

As soon as he touched it, there was a strong suction on the scabbard that weakened him.

Shen Xian smiled and said nothing.

Chen Hao came back to his senses, squatted down and pointed at the saber.

"No, it's not spiritual power, it feels like ........."

"Blockade repair. Shen Xianxun said a word to break through the mystery.

"Yes, yes, damn it, where did you get this thing, such a pit, if anyone takes it to fight, they will be hacked to death in minutes. ”

"No," Shen Xianxun got down from the bed, picked up the saber from the ground, and pulled out the saber.

Canglang .........

Shen Xianxun's gaze stayed on the sword for a while, and then he closed the sword with both hands and put it into the waist card.

He asked, "When you touched the sword just now, what level was your cultivation lowered to?"

Chen Hao didn't think about it, "First Great Perfection, what's the matter, what you mean by listening to your words is ready to fight?"

Shen Xian thought for a while, "Chen Hao's cultivation is the Great Perfection of Martial Spirits, and after touching it, his cultivation has been reduced to the first ......."

The martial artist descended to the realm of martial spirits, and the martial spirits descended to the realm of ancestors.

"If the spiritual power in the body of the Martial Spirit Great Perfection is described as a hundred, then the initial realm of the martial artist is at least a thousand, so ........."

"Old Shen, Old Shen?" Chen Hao waved his hand in front of him.

"Huh?" Shen Xianxun detached from his own thoughts.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Hao said unconcernedly: "What's the matter, what are you doing with this thing, but give it to me, why do you have an appetite." ”

Shen Xianxun explained: "This thing is called Lock Gong Iron, and its main function is to block the dantian in the cultivator's body and limit the spiritual power in the meridians."

Chen Hao interjected: "To pit yourself?"

"Pit hammer," Shen Xianxun glared.

"Think about it this way, the spiritual power of a martial artist is not the same as the spiritual power of a martial spirit, right, if the spiritual power of a martial artist runs in the dantian and meridians of martial spiritual cultivation, think about it......"

"Thick accumulation, the meridians become more and more tenacious in the washing, and the breakthrough in the future will get twice the result with half the effort?"

"Almost," Shen Xianxun gave a thumbs up, worthy of Chen Hao, his brain was spinning fast, and he would understand what he meant if he mentioned it a little.

"Then you can, isn't your cultivation improved faster than anyone else?"

Shen Xianxun shook his head, "This can only play an auxiliary role in cultivation, and it cannot be used as the main means of cultivation." ”