Almighty Cultivation Supreme

"Okay, if you don't cure my brother-in-law, I'll hand over the sword spectrum of the six-vein divine sword to you. Huang Xiaolong readily agreed, "Bet, I should also win some lottery." But you guys are so shabby, it doesn't look like there's anything to win. Moreover, to treat your brother-in-law's poisonous wounds, you still have to do your part, and you need your cooperation, so. I cured my brother-in-law, and I don't need you to lose anything to me. ”

Seeing that Huang Xiaolong promised so refreshedly, Ying Chong frowned. "Heal the wounds, this... A time limit should be set. If you treat it for ten days and a half months, we won't have time to fool around with you. ”

"Half an hour. Huang Xiaolong smiled. "Within half an hour, if I don't cure my brother-in-law, I'll lose. ”

"Okay! A word is a certainty!" Hearing this, Ying Chong did not hesitate for a moment.

Half an hour to cure Yingaotian? It's just a fantasy!

"Please all go to the square below, and find an open space to stand. Huang Xiaolong grinned.

"Let's go. Ying Chong gave an order, and his lineage, including Ying Qingfeng, all the clansmen, women, servants, maids and old mothers, about 3,400 people, all walked towards the square.

The clansmen around the square had a mess of mud in their heads.

Do you need hundreds of people to help you treat a person's poisonous wounds?

"Brother-in-law, you come with me. Huang Xiaolong smiled.

"Son-in-law... What are you?" Ying Xiao's face was full of doubt.

"That's it. Dad, I believe in brother-in-law. Ying Aotian had an open expression. "Let's treat a live horse as a dead horse doctor! Haha! Brother-in-law, your performance today can be called a demon, and you have humiliated your uncle again and again, which is really relieving! Go! I'll go with you!"

Ying Aotian stood up.

"Well, son-in-law, you can do it. The six-vein divine sword sword spectrum is your private property, even if you lose to the eldest brother's lineage, it's nothing, and the most important thing is that you and Aotian don't have any accidents. Ying Xiao looked concerned.

"Dad, Xiaolong is measured. Ying Aoshan believed in Huang Xiaolong very much.

in the square.

The square is huge, and there are large open spaces everywhere.

The clansmen of Ying Chong's lineage stood in a corner at random, looking at Huang Xiaolong and Ying Aotian with disdain.

Huang Xiaolong took Ying Ao Tian to the area where the Ying Chong Yi Clan was standing, and said to Ying Ao Tian. "Brother-in-law, you wait for me for a moment. ”

"Boy, hurry up, it's been six minutes. Ying Chong teased. "Yes, there are still 24 minutes left, and the sword spectrum of the Six Veins Divine Sword will be mine. ”

Huang Xiaolong didn't pay attention to it, and took out a piece of chalk from his canvas bag.

That is, ordinary chalk, and then, sketch it on the ground.

The tadpole-like symbols were drawn by Huang Xiaolong, and they were arranged and combined without any regularity at all.

These symbols, like ancient characters, and like Taoist seals, in short, no one can understand them.

This situation is very weird, Huang Xiaolong painted by himself, and he didn't care about Ying Aotian, let alone give Ying Aotian a pulse or anything like that.

The "wounded" Ying Aotian was hung aside.

Minutes and seconds passed.

The time limit of half an hour had also passed, and 22 minutes had passed, and there were only 8 minutes left, if Huang Xiaolong hadn't healed Ying Aotian's poisonous wounds, he would only be able to lose the six-vein divine sword sword spectrum to Ying Chong's first vein.

The elder group, the head of the family was puzzled, "What kind of reputation is this grandson-in-law doing?" He said that he wanted to treat Aotian's poisonous wounds, but he was scribbling all over the ground...... I don't understand, the old man has traveled the world all his life, and he has experienced many strange things, but he has never seen it, which is even stranger than today. ”

"I can see a little bit of fame. The elder who had inadvertently stabbed out an invisible sword aura before, his face was shocked. "Son-in-law... It should be in... It's in... Well... Make a ritual. ”

"Ritual?" the head of the family and the other elders swept their gazes.

"I don't know the specifics. It's just a guess, you see, the symbols drawn by the grandson-in-law on the ground, when combined, don't they look like a formation?" the elder guessed.

"Yes, it seems to be a formation, but there is not the slightest energy fluctuation, and the aura of heaven and earth is not affected..."

Finally!

Huang Xiaolong finished drawing.

In addition to a large crooked "tadpole text" on the ground, there are two circles. One big and one small.

The large circle is the size of half an acre. The small circle can only accommodate one person.

"That's it! 5 minutes to go! Hurry up. Huang Xiaolong's eyebrows fluttered.

"Brother-in-law, stand in the circle. Huang Xiaolong smiled.

"Okay~~~" Ying Aotian stood like a stake for a while, and only then did he hear Huang Xiaolong's command, he didn't say a word, and directly stepped into the circle in three or two steps and stood up.

"Come, stand in the circle, and don't do anything, just stand up straight. Huang Xiaolong beckoned to the clansmen of the Yingchong lineage.

"Hahahaha~~~ Is there a left door to the side?" Ying Chong smiled fiercely, and he was not verbose, and led the clansmen to stand in the big circle in a generous manner.

He didn't believe that Huang Xiaolong could cure Ying Aotian at all, and the ghost drawing talisman all over the ground was useless.

Formation?

In modern society, many ancient techniques have disappeared, and all those who can be arrayed are some hidden old antiques, Huang Xiaolong, a young man in his twenties, knows what a fart!

Soon, the Yingchong clan, hundreds of them, stood in the big circle with a disdainful smile on their faces, as if they were watching a circus clown performance.

"There are three minutes left. Ying Qingfeng looked at Huang Xiaolong coldly. "Do it yourself. ”

"Hey, hey~~~~" Huang Xiaolong smiled weirdly, and immediately, he took out a yellow paper talisman from his canvas bag.

"Dad, Xiaolong's talisman!" Ying Aoshan saw Huang Xiaolong take out the talisman seal, her beautiful eyes brightened, and she said in a trembling voice. "Little Dragon's Talisman!"

"Daughter, son-in-law's charm... So what?" Ying Xiao was a little confused.

"Dad, you don't know yet, Xiaolong exorcises spirits and ghosts, draws talismans and recites spells, and is unparalleled in the world!" Ying Aoshan looked like a with a face.

In the next second, the talisman seal in Huang Xiaolong's hand shook his hand and spontaneously combusted!

Rumble~~~~~!!!!

A flash of gold!

The wind is blowing!

In all directions, the endless aura of heaven and earth, the general trend of feng shui, actually gathered towards the square!

In an instant, the distorted words that Huang Xiaolong had drawn with chalk actually emitted a misty light!

"It's on! Those strange symbols are lit up!" On the group of elders, an elder stood up, his eyes were hooked, he stretched out his hand and pointed, and his voice trembled like words!

Next!

Burst!!!!

From Ying Aotian's body, a dark mushroom cloud directly evaporated!

This mushroom cloud, condensed and undispersed, exudes a rotten and dirty atmosphere, and people want to vomit, which is obviously highly poisonous!

The poisonous mushroom cloud, controlled by an inexplicable force, floated directly above the big circle where the Yingchong Yimai clan was standing.

"What's going on? Dark clouds cover the top? Damn! Hurry up and jump out of this circle!" Seeing that the momentum was not right, Ying Chong gave orders, and as soon as his body moved, he was about to jump out of the circle.

But.

Poof!poof!poof!

The inky black poisonous mushroom cloud turned into a large black rain, which fell into the big circle, and rushed into a vein, on the heads and bodies of all the clansmen.

At the same time, from the inside of their bodies, pale golden rays of light were extracted, like sharp arrows, and stabbed at Ying Aotian's body.

Rumble~~~!!!!

Ying Aotian's whole body was windless, and the surging true qi burst out, and the ink-like black marks on his face dissipated without a trace, and in its place, it was a kind of refreshed and radiant appearance!

Streams of true qi, like steel bars, ran through his whole body.

"I... I... My true qi!my strength!I!I'm back!!! "Ying Aotian squeezed his fist!

Crackling~~!!!!

Directly pinched and exploded a cloud of air, making an explosion sound, he stepped out in one step, the wind surged, and the dust and smoke were rolling!

The former genius, Ying Aotian, is back!

On the other hand, Ying Chong Yimai, who was standing in the big circle, one by one, after being drenched in the highly toxic black rain, his face was slightly black.

Those who were a little weaker in martial arts actually fainted.

"Damn, we're poisoned!" Ying Xiao was angry, urging his true qi to refine the toxins that had seeped into his body, while glaring at Huang Xiaolong and Ying Aotian who had recovered with his jackal-like eyes.

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