After Li Jinghong settled everyone down, he saw that it was still early, so he continued to go to the cliff peak to practice boxing.

Only this time, he didn't meet the female mountain god named Yellow Sparrow.

However, on the way to the Cliff Peak Waterfall, Li Jinghong never encountered any trouble again.

Presumably, those monsters who had cultivated into a spirit, after hearing about the fate of the old willow spirit, did not dare to easily offend the friends of the mountain god.

Bang, bang......

Li Jinghong stood in front of the waterfall of the cliff peak, and kept swinging his fist, and when his fist collided with the waterfall, there was a dull sound.

Extreme boxing method, water breaking style, if you want to practice it to the highest level, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Li Jinghong sometimes feels that every punch he throws is an enemy of the entire waterfall.

You must know that this waterfall is dozens of zhang long, tens of thousands of tons of stream water rushing down, the power can be imagined.

And Li Jinghong wants to use his own strength to break the waterfall that flows straight down with one punch, which is tantamount to using the mantis arm as a car and a mayfly shaking the tree.

But even if it was difficult to practice the water breaking style, Li Jinghong still gritted his teeth and kept swinging his fists again and again.

If you can't break the waterfall with 10,000 punches, then you can't break the waterfall 100,000 times, and if you can't break it 100,000 times, then 1 million times.

Li Jinghong didn't believe it, since Sun Yan's grandson could practice the Extreme Dao Fist Technique, then there was no reason why he couldn't practice it!

There are six styles of Jidao Boxing: Breaking Water, Digging Mountain, Standing on the Ground, Opening the Sky, Conquering Demons and Slaughtering God.

After the water is cut off, it is to dig the mountain, if he can't even practice the water breaking style, the back of the mountain chiseling style is even more useless.

Not to mention the back of the chiseling style, there are four mysterious and mysterious fist moves.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, and Li Jinghong is mentally prepared.

On an ancient pine near the waterfall, there was a petite and cute yellow finch, watching the young man boxing intently.

The young man had been boxing for a thousand three hundred and fifty-two years, and the yellow finch counted very carefully, and did not feel bored or bored at all.

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After the emperor came to his mountain, he found a place with good feng shui and said to Monk Huiguang, "Let's build a house here." ”

Monk Huiguang nodded, and replied with a smile: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is worthy of being the son of luck in the Western Liberation Kingdom, and he found the dragon vein of the mountain root of this mountain at once. ”

"Yamane Dragon Vein?"

Huangfu Yao suddenly became interested, and hurriedly asked, "Old monk, what is the mountain root dragon vein?" ”

Monk Huiguang explained: "All the mountains and rivers on the earth are born from heaven and earth, and every mountain and river, no matter how big or small, has mountain roots and dragon veins, which is the foundation of the existence of mountains and rivers. If the mountains and rivers are compared to the skin of a human being, then the root of the mountain is the head of a person, and the dragon vein is the heart of a person, both of which are indispensable. As for the location of the roots of the mountain and the dragon vein, it is ever-changing, and there is no fixed number, which is closely related to the topography and size of each mountain and river. ”

Huangfu nodded and said: "I see, it seems that I am a blind cat who met a dead mouse, and I happened to find the roots and dragon veins of this mountain, haha." ”

"Amitabha!"

Monk Huiguang folded his hands, recited the Buddha's name, and replied: "Your Highness must not be arrogant. ”

Huangfu waved his hand impatiently and said, "I know, I know, I'm going to build a house, you stay away." ”

Monk Huiguang stopped talking, jumped back slightly, and his figure instantly retreated a few feet away.

Seeing that he was hiding away, the emperor took out a gorgeous brocade box from his sleeve, and then threw the brocade box in front of him, with words in his mouth.

I saw that after the brocade box was unsealed by the spell by the emperor, the lid of the box opened by itself, revealing a small and delicate model of the house.

Strangely, the model of the house was growing in the wind, and in less than a moment, it had 'grown' into a real house courtyard.

Compared with the courtyards on the main peak of Zhenlong Mountain, this courtyard is simply high-end and high-grade.

"Well, yes, yes. Such a big yard should be enough, haha. ”

After finishing the house, the emperor beckoned not far away and shouted, "Old monk, it's up to you next." ”

"Yes, Your Highness. ”

After the monk Huiguang finished speaking, the Buddhist beads on the Buddha string were nailed into the ground in turn according to different directions.

When the eighteen beads are placed, a Buddhist circle starts working on its own.

Even Huangfu Yao, a cultivator of the lower four realms who only had the contemplation realm, could see the aura on Zhenlong Mountain, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, it was converging towards the courtyard in the middle of the Buddhist Sect Circle.

Huangfu touched his bald head and said with a smile: "Hehe, there is only one mansion in the world." ”

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On another hill, Zhao Qian sat on a freshly cut wooden pier, cross-legged Erlang, a little bored.

Not far away, Xu Cheng, the big spy of the Eagle House, was cutting down trees diligently.

I saw him grasp the handle of the knife with both hands, take a deep breath, and slash down, and the towering ancient tree in front of him fell in response.

The sword in his hand, although it is a standard saber in the army of the Northern Confucian Kingdom, the material is slightly better than that of ordinary swords, but for the monks on the mountain, such a standard saber is not even comparable to the most inferior magic weapon weapon.

And the reason why Xu Cheng was able to cut off the thick tree that the two of them hugged with one knife was not because of how sharp the standard saber was, but because his cultivation realm was high enough.

In Xu Cheng's hands, even if it is a mortal weapon, the attack effect can be comparable to a high-grade magic weapon.

Zhao Qian spit out the dog's tail grass in his mouth, and urged a little impatiently: "Old man Xu, what are you grinding, the sun is about to set, if you don't hurry up, we will sleep on the grass at night!"

Xu Cheng turned around, smiled apologetically, and replied, "Your Highness, it's okay right away, wait a minute." ”

I saw him take a few steps back, hold his breath and condense, and then slash the saber in his hand in front of him, and a semi-circular blade instantly emanated from the blade, and the momentum was monstrous.

Rushing......

More than a dozen towering trees fell down one after another, looking like a semicircular fan bone from a high place.

Zhao Qian couldn't help but clap his hands and praise: "Technical work, be rewarded!"

Xu Cheng bent down at him and replied respectfully, "Your Highness has an overreputation." ”

Zhao Qian stood up and waved his hand impatiently, "Don't be stunned, hurry up and build a house, do you really want me to water on the grass at night?"

"Don't dare!"

After Xu Cheng turned around, he kept making a knife in his hand, but with only half a pillar of incense, he had already chopped the wood into a material suitable for building a house.

Zhao Qian is a person who is afraid of trouble, and he is even more afraid of seeing trouble.

So he found a quiet place, lay down on the grass, and began to nap.

In the evening, with a cool breeze, His Royal Highness, the prince of the Northern Confucian Kingdom, dreamed that he was incarnated as a dragon and was proud of the world.