After the red-clothed monk was kicked away by Xiaochen, he was a little dizzy, but he didn't faint, and his life was not in danger. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He straightened his monk's robes, walked to Xiaochen, folded his hands and whispered the Buddha's horn before he spoke: "Thank you for the benefactor's guidance, the little monk is taught, taught." ”

"It's easy to say, the master's head is really hard." Xiaochen accepted it calmly, not feeling uncomfortable at all, even if he didn't mean to give advice.

Hearing this, the red-clothed monk could only laugh dryly twice, and then said goodbye and left, coming inexplicably, leaving inexplicably, this beating, in a sense, is in vain.

Unlike Xiaochen who can't see the cultivation of the red-clothed monk, Huang Cheng is slightly appreciative in his heart, refining qi at the eighth level, being slapped in the face by a low-level monk, and being able to leave calmly afterwards, although the cultivation of the state of mind is insufficient, but at least one of them is upright to the heart of the Buddha, unlike someone, thinking of this, Huang Cheng herself was shocked, I don't know when it started, how could she subconsciously compare others with Xiaochen.

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A few hours later, under the leadership of Xiaochen, they had approached the Valley of the Fallen Dragon.

"What? You say he's a monk at the eighth level of Qi refining? Xiaochen's mouth was wide open, obviously shocked.

"Don't be complacent, he hasn't used half of his cultivation yet, if he really lets him use all his strength, it won't necessarily be who will be beaten!" With Huang Cheng's understanding of Xiaochen, if he didn't pour cold water, he should have to be endless.

"Half? That's also the fourth layer of Qi refining. Xiaochen said to Huang Cheng seriously, "I'm the one who just started refining qi, so I'm a genius." ”

Again, reasonable, unexpectedly, Huang Cheng prevented Xiaochen from declaring failure, at this time Xiaochen was full of spring breeze, and he was proud, a little more than the poor scholar who was the top student in high school.

In fact, the strength of the eighth layer of qi refining, even if it is half, it is much stronger than the seventh layer of qi refining, such a simple common sense, with Xiaochen's many years of experience in reading books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, it is impossible not to know, but at this moment, it is still like this, then there is only one explanation - pretending, he knows that Huang Cheng poured cold water on him because he didn't want to see him get a se, and he pretended not to know, so he wanted to get a seer.

What Xiaochen said also made Huang Cheng think about it, strictly speaking, Xiaochen did not start refining qi not long ago, and when he went down the mountain to practice, he didn't condense his qi well, I'm afraid that he hasn't even broken through the second layer of qi refining, even if he practices the art of practicing the body, but to say that he can defeat the monk of the eighth layer of qi refining because of this, although it is a fluke, it is also impossible, in the face of absolute strength, any luck does not exist.

In this way, could it be that Xiaochen really has the strength to challenge a high-level qi refiner? Although it can still only be regarded as a small shrimp in the cultivation realm, how long has it been since Xiaochen cultivated? With such an achievement, he may be called a genius, and in the future, he will no longer just claim to be himself.

"No, isn't there the Fallen Dragon Valley ahead...... ......" Xiaochen realized that he had slipped his mouth after speaking.

"Fallen Dragon Valley? What is that place? He also said that he didn't lie to me, you should die. Huang Cheng, who was thinking about it, heard Xiaochen speak, but she said something she hadn't heard of, and remembered what happened before she met the red-clothed monk.

"Don't talk, come with me, ordinary people can't get in." Xiaochen pretended to be mysterious and said softly in Huang Cheng's ear.

Although Huang Cheng knew that Xiaochen was making excuses again, he had no choice but to follow, and through the woods, the two of them came to the wide area on the side of the mountain, and when they looked at it, they could see the bare stone mountains under their feet, and the fog that was spinning rapidly in the valley, and they could vaguely see some scenes in the valley.

"This is the Valley of the Fallen Dragon, and it is said that this entire valley was laid out by the monks of the past, and they slew a true dragon here." Out of the woods, there was the sound of roaring wind in his ears, and Xiaochen was already shouting when he spoke.

"Aren't we going to Xuanyuan Tomb? Why did you get here? Huang Cheng said softly.

"What do you say? I can't hear you. With Xiaochen's ear power, although Huang Cheng's voice is soft, if he can't hear it, it's impossible, and even if Xiaochen doesn't have to shout out, Huang Cheng can hear it when he speaks normally.

Huang Cheng also understood this truth, she knew that Xiaochen was pretending to be stupid, but she was already a little used to it, so she repeated what she said just now.

"That's why no one can find the Xuanyuan Tomb." Xiaochen stood on a large rock sticking out of the top of the mountain, his hands on his hips, and his expression was very proud.

"Could it be ......" Hearing this, Huang Cheng also somewhat understood what Xiaochen meant.

"That's it, Xuanyuan Tomb, it's in this Fallen Dragon Valley." Xiaochen jumped off the boulder and came to Huang Cheng's side.

"You see, these winds, eternal existence, sharpness, I am afraid that it is the same as the wind outside the sky, if it is just like this, then no one will know what is below, the real power of these winds is that they can conjure up illusions, this environment is very domineering, can directly hurt the soul, even if it is a great way, it can only resist for a moment." Xiaochen put this in the cultivation realm, which can stir up monstrous waves.

There was not a trace of wind blowing on all sides, and looking at her feet, there were only clouds and mist that were swirling by the wind, but looking at it, Huang Cheng had a feeling of palpitations in the center, and she faintly felt that the higher the cultivation, the greater the impact of standing here.

"Also, it is said that this thing that looks like a cloud is not a cloud mist, but the resentment of the dragon that was slain, and it has cursed this place for eternity." Xiaochen said as he paced back and forth on the cliff.

"Dragon's Wrath?" Regarding the resentment of the dragon, Huang Cheng has heard that the true dragon is a rare divine beast, one of the most powerful species in heaven and earth. This is the description of dragons in all the texts.

And this kind of divine beast life is almost the sky, and at the same time it is also a beast of heaven and earth luck, longevity, powerful, auspicious, is synonymous with the real dragon, every adult true dragon will not die easily, but once it dies, no matter what the reason for death, it will inevitably produce a monstrous resentment, this resentment, curse the sky, curse all beings, if this resentment is all cursed by one person, the cursed person even if he is stronger than this true dragon in life, there must be only one way to die, so even if it is a person who cultivates to be far superior to the true dragon, he does not dare to hunt the real dragon.

And Xiaochen said that there are people here who have killed the real dragon, and the dragon resentment left behind is to curse this valley, if this is the case, then the danger of this valley in front of you is self-evident.

How powerful should the existence that can kill the true dragon be?

"How do you know that?" Huang Cheng had heard of such a secret thing for the first time, and she believed that even if it was a high-level cultivator, few people could know about such a secret, and how did Xiaochen, a little Qi Refiner, know about this? She couldn't think of it, and she couldn't figure it out.

"We just dreamed about it together." Xiaochen smiled.

These secrets, even the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Xuanqing Mountain are not recorded, these are all things that the sick old man told Xiaochen at will in his spare time, and told Xiaochen not to talk nonsense everywhere - broken words after dinner. Xiaochen naturally didn't plan to tell Huang Cheng about this, after all, familiarity is familiarity, and some things should not be said.

"What else did you dream about, tell me about it quickly." With Huang Cheng's intelligence, she knew that Xiaochen didn't want to mention it as soon as she heard it, and she didn't want to ask.

"I still dreamed that you married me......"

"you, I won't marry you if I marry a pig."

"So you like pigs? The taste is truly unique. ”

"Get out!"