At dusk, Li Jinghong squatted at the door and carefully studied the second style of the "Extreme Dao Boxing Method".

Now that he has practiced the water breaking style to a small success, he has barely entered the threshold of martial arts.

The essence of the water-breaking style lies in the word "fast", while the essence of the chiseling style lies in the word "hard".

There is an old saying in the market: the world's martial arts, only fast is not broken.

In front of the truly strong, this is a joke.

No matter how fast the punch is, if the fist is light and fluttering, it is like not having enough food, and it is just doing useless work.

Only if the fist is hard enough, can the opponent be hurt and afraid.

And the chiseling style is the "hard" word to the extreme, as long as Li Jinghong practiced it to a small success, he can chisel the mountain with his fist.

After reading the diagram of the moves, Li Jinghong put away the secret of boxing, then stood up and punched hard in front of him.

"There is a fist shape, but there is no fist intent, Sect Master Li should practice more. ”

Feng Kang, the big spy of the Nandao Embroidery Gate, walked over with a smile and said.

"Yo hey, Mr. Feng is here, hurry up and invite in the house. ”

Li Jinghong said as he warmly welcomed Feng Kang into the house.

Feng Kang has lived a long time, and he is already familiar with the world, so he naturally knows why Li Jinghong is so enthusiastic about himself.

This young sect master is nothing more than taking a fancy to the Dao Sect Talisman that he has treasured for a long time.

However, Feng Kang was not disgusted by this, after all, he and His Royal Highness the Prince were able to enter the mountain to absorb the national fortune, which was equivalent to owing this young sect master a great favor.

Even if the other party has a stock market sentiment, it is human nature and understandable.

Everyone in the world thinks that the monks on the mountain are immortals who do not eat fireworks in the world, but they don't know that immortals also need incense offerings in order to be immortal.

And the monks on the mountain can't do without the elixir and magic weapons, these two things are the bottomless pit of eating the money of the gods, if there is no way to make money, it is better to go home and farm.

What's more, Li Jinghong is still the head of a sect of the God Slaughter Sect, and it is wiser to be a philistine than to be a boy who scatters wealth.

When Feng Kang entered the wing, Li Jinghong leaned out and looked outside, and then carefully closed the door.

"Mr. Feng, I won't sell it to you, I will go down the mountain to experience it after a while, and I urgently need some means to save my life. How many Dao Sect talismans do you have, even if you take it out, I, Li Jinghong, have always paid attention to mutual benefit and reciprocity, and I will definitely not treat you badly, rest assured. ”

As soon as the two sat down at the table, Li Jinghong couldn't wait to say.

Feng Kang didn't ink at all, he directly took out five talismans from his arms and put them on the table, and said: "These are two divine talismans and three obstacle breaking talismans, the former can make you wind under your feet and travel thousands of miles a day, and the latter can allow you to break through the fog of formation, or the demonic obscuring method." ”

Li Jinghong asked, "How do you activate these talismans?"

"No, just inject aura, it's very convenient. ”

Li Jinghong looked at the five talismans on the table and sighed: "But there are only these few talismans, which are not enough at all." ”

Feng Kang said slightly apologetically: "Feng has not drawn the Dao Gate Talisman for a long time since he embarked on the path of proving the Tao with martial arts. And I can't remember a lot of mystical talisman formulas for a long time, so please forgive Sect Master Li. ”

"Oh, I see. ”

Li Jinghong didn't touch the talisman on the table, but said intentionally or unintentionally: "I heard that the emperor of Nandao has two sons, although the eldest son has already been made the crown prince by the emperor, but the old emperor favors the younger son, and even takes the younger son with him to teach him the art of the emperor." ”

After hearing this, Feng Kang couldn't help frowning.

Even if this secret is kept in the palace, only a very few people in the inner palace know about it.

This young sect master is in Longshan, the town of Northern Confucianism, how did he know these inside stories?

Li Jinghong sighed and said: "If you want me to say, this emperor is really confused, the throne of the emperor has always been inherited by the eldest son, he made such a play, didn't he force the two princes to turn against each other." Now, the court of Nandao is divided into princelings and highnesses, from the three princes and nine secretaries to the civil and military officials, who have stood in line to draw a clear line, making the court a miasma. In my opinion, the only right thing the old emperor did was to secretly send the little prince to Zhenlong Mountain. ”

Speaking of this, Li Jinghong glanced at Feng Kang and continued: "However, I seem to have heard that someone met with the prince in private before meeting the second prince, but I don't know what the two said. Hey, if the two of them are just Lala's homework, but if the two of them want to harm the second prince......"

Li Jinghong looked directly at Feng Kang, and said with a mocking expression: "Old Mr. Feng, do you think I should tell this matter to the second prince? lest he die for no reason!"

In an instant, the house was filled with murderous aura.

I saw Feng Kang clenching his fists with both hands, and his muscles swelled, not at all like an old man in his twilight years.

At the same time, there was a crack on the table of the Eight Immortals between the two.

The crack was like a spider's web, slowly spreading from Feng Kang's head towards Li Jinghong.

Feng Kang stared at Li Jinghong's eyes and said word by word: "Nosy, but you will die!"

"Oh, is it?" replied lightly.

A papier-mâché Foundation Building Realm cultivator didn't even look fearless at all when facing a Yuan Infant Realm martial artist.

Feng Kang couldn't help but be a little puzzled, and thought to himself: Could it be that this Sect Master Li had already been prepared?

Sure enough, this Nandao State embroidered imperial history suddenly felt a sinking on his body, and a murderous aura as heavy as a mountain instantly pressed on his shoulders.

If it weren't for Feng Kang's transfer from Fu Dao to Martial Dao, his physique would not be what it used to be, and I am afraid that he would have been crushed into a pool of blood by this murderous aura at this time.

What shocked him even more was that the spider web-like crack on the table was restored to its original state at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The next moment, a voice came from outside the house.

"If you break this table, I will break your golden pill, destroy your yuanying, and then make your soul into a wick, which will burn for a hundred years, and life is better than death. ”

The person outside the house is Li Jinghong's junior brother, Chongyang.

There are thousands of monks in the world, but only the sword cultivator has the most lethality.

Feng Kang scattered his fist intent, and said helplessly: "It is said that the murderous aura of the Chongyang Sword Immortal is as heavy as a mountain, and when I see it today, it really lives up to its name." ”

Chongyang stood outside the house and did not talk.

After being silent for a long time, Feng Kang only felt that the murderous aura on his shoulders was getting heavier and heavier, and even breathing became difficult.

Li Jinghong winked at him and asked with a smile, "Old Mr. Feng, now we can be honest with each other, right?"