In order to appease Meng Yu's emotions, Lei Lao took out a treasure technique and handed it to Meng Yu, with a kind smile on his face: "Boy, although you are still a disciple of Waifeng, we are masters and apprentices after all. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info This treasure art is for you, study it yourself, and if you encounter difficulties in cultivation, you can go to Yaofeng to find me." ”

After speaking, the old man drifted away, and Meng Yu also went down the mountain.

On the way back to the seventh peak, many disciples of the outer peak pointed at Meng Yu, obviously this young man who attracted several peak masters to appear was already a little famous.

After seeing the fat man and Xiao Ding, the two of them had to interrogate, they were both very interested in Meng Yu being called away by Lei Lao, and wanted to know if the old man secretly gave Meng Yu some benefits by opening a small stove. But they also know that people can't be compared with others, and sometimes they can only be envious.

Of course, Meng Yu would not introduce the history of the Medicine King Valley to the two of them like Lei Lao, he just briefly said some experiences, and after a while of greetings, the two were finally sent away.

Meng Yulai was in his house and took out the treasure art. This is a human-level high-level treasure art, called the Mixed Yuan Palm. Meng Yu first read through the entire treasure art from front to back, and found that the cultivation method was not very difficult, but he couldn't help but look down on it, and complained in his heart that Mrs. Lei was stingy and didn't get him some higher treasure arts.

However, if Lei Lao knew the thoughts in the young man's heart, I don't know if he would vomit blood in anger. You must know that even if you are a disciple of the inner peak, the human-level high-level treasure technique is not low, but Meng Yu is more special. Born in a small family, he already has low-level exercises, and it is inevitable that he will have some high vision, which can be regarded as a freak.

Although he was not very satisfied, Meng Yu also understood the truth, and he was still full of gratitude for the special treatment of the old man.

At dawn the next day, Meng Yu and the others in front of the seventh peak started to compete again, but this kind of competition did not last long, and Meng Yu, who felt that it was not challenging, decided not to practice with the fat two anymore. This made the excited fat man feel a little disappointed, but Xiao Ding was overjoyed. Because he has been playing the role of a sandbag these days, it has long been enough, but the fat man is pulling him unrelentingly, otherwise the fat man will not be able to play against Meng Yu by himself, and now he finally does not have to be abused anymore, Xiao Ding Rumeng is amnesty. He has suffered so much these days, but he is in tears.

"Uh, am I hitting very hard?" Meng Yu couldn't help but feel embarrassed when he saw his appearance, and the fat man smiled a little embarrassedly. "Hehe, little Ding Ding is difficult for you, my brother will be good to you in the future. ”

The fat man's humorous words made Meng Yu roll his eyes for a while, he always felt that this was weird, and Xiao Ding himself was even more creepy when he heard it.

The sensation caused by the arrival of several peak masters was quickly forgotten, and the turmoil of collecting protection fees also passed, and no one from Tianfeng or Earth Peak came to trouble after that.

Since then, Meng Yu has truly lived a stable, boring and passionate cultivation life. He was either on the top of a mountain or in the Gathering Ground. Sometimes the teenagers practiced on the altar and sat for several days. I don't know why, but there was no trouble to find in the meantime, maybe some people were admonished. Although Meng Yu felt a little unaccustomed to such calm, he was glad that he could continue to do so, after all, no one wants to live in troublesome or thrilling fights all the time.

Although there was no turmoil, Meng Yu still felt pressure, and his cultivation did not relax at all. While Meng Yu was doing penance, the fat man Ma Rulong was not idle. His card didn't have as much contribution value as Meng Yu that could be used for cultivation, and after the extortion was used, he rarely appeared in the Spirit Gathering Ground. Moreover, with his strength, it is difficult to get close to the center of the Gathering Field, and the fat man believes that only improving his strength in battle is the most solid and effective.

So there is often a fat man in one place, that is, the martial arts arena. Here, regardless of the level of strength, or even regardless of status, the disciples of each peak can gamble with each other to win or lose at will. As long as there is no such thing as causing too much trouble such as human lives, no one in the sect cares, and the top brass still has an attitude of encouragement. Because this can promote the development of the sect, for the fat man, in addition to increasing his combat experience, he can also obtain spirit stones or contribution points.

However, not all fat people can win the competition, and they often lose all their money, and even if they win the competition, they often end up with bruises. But in the fat man's own words, he doesn't care about this, and that's what he enjoys. His performance is in Xiao Ding's eyes, that is, he is sick. The fat man's recent performance also made Meng Yu feel very strange, and he felt that this was not the lazy fat man who looked naïve and even a little cunning he first knew. He asked and found out that the fat man had never been affirmed, and he even gave up on himself, and gradually developed a habit of laziness. But since that day he was forced to resist oppression in front of the seventh peak, he has been recognized by others, and he has received great encouragement.

He felt that he had wasted too much before, and he had to make up for everything, and at the same time, he also felt that it was God's will to meet Meng Yu, and it gave him a goal and an example, so he cultivated so hard. Meng Yu didn't have anything to say about this, but he was also happy about the change in the fat man, and he was no longer lonely when someone went hand in hand on his own cultivation path.

Winter goes to spring, spring goes to summer solstice. Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Meng Yu has been in the Medicine King Valley for half a year. At this time, the peak is already full of green, and the summer flowers are in full swing. In the small forest at the top of the seventh peak, a young figure kept shuttling and flashing.

"Roar"

A faint thunderous wind sounded, and then with a bang, a large tree opposite the boy exploded. "This hybrid palm has been completed, so from now on, I will have a treasure technique for my fist, fingers, and palms, and I will have one more means to fight with others. Meng Yu said to himself, although the power of this palm technique was far less than that of the Wind Spirit Finger, it was still a means, and it was relatively easy to use. In the future, when fighting against people, the Wind Spirit Finger can be used as a treasure technique to press the bottom of the box.

For the cultivation results achieved during these quiet years, Meng Yu was quite satisfied. Not only has he learned a new treasure art, but his attainments in the Wind Spirit Finger have also become more profound, and he has become more and more comfortable in using it. If you use the fingering technique of Xiaocheng's power again, there will be no more such a big consumption, of course, this is not only because of proficiency, but also thanks to the progress of cultivation.

In the past three months, Meng Yu's cultivation has broken through again. It's just that in the three months since then, he still hasn't been able to make another breakthrough, but he has also stabilized his cultivation at the eighth order of the Yunling Realm.

Although Meng Yu was anxious, he was not dissatisfied, he understood that the more he cultivated, the more difficult it became, after all, he was the peak of the seventh order before entering the Medicine King Valley, and then it took him more than three months to become an eighth-order cultivator, and it was not surprising that he failed to break through to the ninth order of the Yunling Realm in the next three months.

Meng Yu clenched his fists, feeling full of strength, he had finished his cultivation and was walking down the mountain. Suddenly, Xiao Ding ran up towards the peak, and shouted, "Boss, it's not good!"