Chapter 126: He's Your Disciple?
Magic skills are only the use of spiritual power, must be based on spiritual power, the same magic skills, monks in different realms, the power is very different. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info is like mortal martial arts, there is a force to reduce ten will say, no matter how subtle the moves, if the strength is weak, then it is not martial arts, but dance.
Young scholars, in fact, have gone astray in practice, and are too obsessed with the so-called magic skills, thinking that the magic skills are in hand, and there is me in the world. The seal of life and death, this name is domineering, but the key to the real effect depends on whether the caster has the ability to be a judge of life and death. was embarrassed by the other party, and was still wishing to judge others to life and death, full, funny.
After the blow, Feng Ge felt a little uncomfortable in his fist, as if something had seeped in. After practicing the "Cave Sign", Feng Ge was basically able to introspect his senses, and after scanning it, he found that a tiny blood-red spot appeared in the meridians at the fist, which was slowly squirming towards the body. What kind of thing is this, can penetrate the flesh and skin that has been tempered by Gangfeng, Feng Ge is interested, check and study.
Seeing Feng Ge's frowning and contemplating appearance, the young scholar thought that his opponent had been tricked, and laughed proudly, as if he was crazy. can't blame him for being so out of shape, a dignified qi practitioner, and he is the elite of qi practitioners, but he was beaten by a mortal boy and had no power to fight back, this kind of humiliation, this kind of indignation, who understands? If you don't torture this kid to death, how can you regain your dignity? What face will be mixed in the cultivation realm in the future?
"Despicable boy, I'm going to make you desperate! You can't die! The middle-aged scholar spoke gloomily, and then began to urge the seal of life and death according to the law. Feng Ge looked at the blood-red spots, showing runes, slamming into the meridians, and where they passed, there were faint marks on the meridians, and there was a slight burning pain. It's a little interesting, the studious wind song, risking one's life, and pushing back the beauty of the opponent's technique, what kind of spirit is this? This is the spirit of research that does not kill you! There is really a madman in the cultivation realm who has not been encountered in 10,000 years, or it is strange, and he does not follow the usual path.
Urging the seal of life and death, it is quite a test of mind and mana. As far as a young scholar is concerned, it is already remarkable that he can barely do it, and he is actually the one who continues to urge in vain and will be sentenced to life and death immediately. Of course, if Feng Ge was a mortal, or an ordinary qi practitioner, after being hit by the seal of life and death, he would have already rolled on the ground in pain, as long as the young scholar was slightly urged, the end would really be that he couldn't survive, he couldn't die, and where the mark of life and death was imprinted, the pulse would be rotten and ossified.
The blood-red spots, the runes appeared in less than a few breaths, and then they dimmed and stopped in the meridians. Feng Ge raised his eyes and looked at it, his face was pale, and the young scholar who was trembling with prostration, was a little dissatisfied and said, "Are you okay?" These words made the young scholar's will completely collapse, and he raised his hand with difficulty to point at Fengge, wanting to say something, but he fell straight to the ground. As soon as he explored and researched the Hall of Fame, there was no play, Feng Ge was very disappointed, and secretly used a starlight aura to wash away the blood-red spots and imprints in the meridians. The young scholar lying on the ground, his pale face suddenly turned gray, his facial features flowed out of black blood, his anger was like a gossamer, the seal of life and death was broken, and he was counterattacked.
Since the existence of Wenyuan Pavilion, perhaps there has never been such a shocking scene. The tables and stools were broken and messy, the ground was stained with blood, and four people were lying on the ground, one was dying, and the three were still moaning meaninglessly. Feng Ge found that this matter was really big, let's leave the place of right and wrong first, anyway, I have to take care of it, what are you afraid of! If the other party is unreasonable, don't be afraid!
Just as Fengge was about to leave, an old voice came from the attic, "Young man, you scolded and scolded, people were beaten, and anger came out, so it's not appropriate to leave like this." Then there was the sound of footsteps on the stairs, and an old man with white hair and a rickety body walked down slowly with the help of two scholars. Descending the stairs, the old man opened his eyes a little dizzy, looked around the hall of wolf traces, perhaps irritated, Ju Fierce coughed, and after coughing, he gasped and said: "If you don't enjoy it, beat the old decay to death together." Saying this, Feng Ge's face was a little feverish, and he hurriedly gave a big gift and replied: "Old man, you misunderstood, I am not that kind of person." ”
"What kind of person are you, you will be able to discern later, you can't go, I'm here, waiting for your family to come." After the old man finished speaking, he closed his eyes and said nothing, and the scholar hurriedly found a chair and helped the old man sit down. Fengge stood in place, embarrassed to leave, very embarrassed. At this moment, a few more scholars rushed in at the door, the aura around them fluctuated, and they were qi practitioners, Feng Ge sneered in his heart, no wonder the Tongwen Pavilion was boundless, it turned out to be controlled by monks. Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged scribe stepped into the door, with an aura of inner connotation, not angry and self-assured, and if it was really a bull fork, even the monk of Zhuji appeared, what is the origin of this Tongwen Pavilion? Why are you so confused in the mortal world? Could it be that the so-called immortals don't disturb mortals, it's just a, teasing the rookies in the cultivation realm? Fengge's concept of cultivation is a little shaken.
The middle-aged scribe silently looked at Fengge, very confused. This son is really a mortal, without the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power on his body, is he a peerless genius among mortal martial artists? But even if it was, it would be impossible to win a battle with the disciples of the sect in the Qi cultivation period, and there would be no injuries at all. The middle-aged scribe's eyes flashed, ready to capture this person and find out the reason.
The old man, who was sitting in a chair with his eyes closed, coughed again. The scholar was very clever, quickly poured a cup of tea, the old man drank and moistened his throat, and slowly spoke: "Treat the wounded, clean up the hall, don't keep thinking about fighting and killing, violence can't solve the problem, there is a way in heaven, people are reasonable, they can be able to do it for a while, and they are fast for a while, and it is not the right way in the end." The middle-aged scribe was stunned when he heard this, and saluted the old man with a fist, and said helplessly: "This matter will be handled by Brother Tang, you still have to take care of your body." The old man sighed and closed his eyes again.
In less than half an hour, Wang Yangming rushed over in a hurry, followed by the panicked Zheng Zhifei. Finally seeing his relatives, Feng Ge was a little excited and shouted: "Master, they bullied me!" "With infinite grievances and helplessness. This shout shocked the audience, mud horse, who bullied whom? And shameless! Even Wang Yangming, who had just stepped into the door, was so shocked that he staggered and covered his face with his sleeves.
Wang Yangming didn't pay attention to Fengge at all, walked quickly to the old man, and bowed: "Student Wang Yangming, I've seen Old Tang." The old man said lightly: "Don't be polite, you are not too young, find a stool to sit on." Wang Yangming said yes, but stood on his side with his head bowed. Fengge was happy to watch, and it turned out that the master was also afraid. "He's your disciple?" Tang Lao asked, Wang Yangming glared at Feng Ge hatefully, bent down and replied: "Exactly" "No wonder!" A little bit of when you were younger. Tang Lao was quite emotional, and laughed a few times, Wang Yangming's face turned red with shame.