"What?Martial Soul?!" Hearing Mengge's words, everyone was shocked.

"Martial spirits, where do you seem to have heard of them?" Persia also stopped his fist and said solemnly, touching his chin.

"Old man, what is a martial spirit?" asked a young monk who was watching the battle next to him.

"Hmph, young people don't know anything nowadays, listen!" said the old man with a soft snort.

There are also many monks who don't understand martial spirits and listen attentively.

"Ahem. The old man coughed twice and simply amplified his voice.

"Martial Soul! It is an advanced application technique of True Qi, and it is a powerful move that requires people with a certain amount of talent to cultivate!"

"Everything in the world has a soul, and the so-called martial soul refers to the soul of the dead, humans, animals, flowers and even weapons all have souls, after the body dies, they will live in the state of the soul, and the place where they live is called the soul street. ”

"The monk uses his true qi to open the bridge between the human world and the soul street, and communicates with the soul, and the monk uses his true qi as the soul condensation and incarnation, so that they can survive in the world, and the soul is to help the monk defeat the strong enemy. ”

"The two reached an agreement and bound each other, so the martial soul was born!" the old man said slowly, using his true qi to spread his voice, so that everyone present could hear it clearly, but the old man seemed to have some unfinished meaning.

"A monk can't only summon a martial soul, as long as the true qi is strong enough, the soul of the entire soul street can be summoned, but the soul that has been bound into a martial soul is naturally invalid. ”

"However, there are exceptions to everything, some monks with strong true qi can even directly condense their true qi and turn it into a martial spirit, I think that Persian boy is the kind of ...... with extraordinary talent," the old man continued.

"Hey, old man, you're not done!" Before the old man could finish speaking, Mengge cursed.

“... Ahem... Ahem..."The old man choked and coughed a few times in embarrassment.

Because there is generally no such fair duel between monks, and if there is, it is a duel that has gambled on life, and no one is allowed to interfere.

Like the previous coaxing, that is a common phenomenon, but a person like the old man who directly popularizes the opponent's moves, scolding a few words can even be said to be merciful.

"Poof... Poof!"

I don't know who didn't hold back the laughter, and laughed directly, as soon as this laughter came out, those spectators directly burst into deafening laughter, and the angry old man's face was flushed.

"Laughing, laughing fart?" the old man scolded, and then changed places to continue watching the battle.

"Hey, I just came in yesterday, and with that Persian, he seems to have condensed into a fiery phoenix!"

"Yes, yes, I see that, too. ”

On the side of Mengge and Persia, Persia suddenly clapped his hands and suddenly said: "By the way, I remembered, grandpa told me about martial spirits!"

......

Three years ago

"And True Qi also has a higher technique, do you know what it is?"

"Oh, grandpa, don't sell it, tell me quickly. ”

"Hehehehe, that kind of skill, we call it - martial spirit!"

......

"Ah, but I can't use it!" said Persia, with some distress, as if forgetting that he was in a duel.

"Hey, boy, don't look down on people!" Mengge yelled.

"Drink!" Meng Ge roared again, his body erupted with amazing true qi, and the surrounding space was all purple true qi, and then gradually formed a vortex behind him.

Mengge's purple true qi continued to gather into the whirlpool, gradually forming a bamboo flute, which was exactly the same as the bamboo flute on his waist.

"Could this be... Twin artifacts?" the old man who had commented before couldn't help but exclaim.

"Hmph, you old man still has a bit of knowledge. Mengge said with a chuckle.

"That's right, you're not the only genius in this world, see? My martial soul is the legendary magic flute magic!" Mengge's mouth rose wildly, as if he saw his victory.

"I've been searching for a few years, and finally found and repaired the body of the magic flute! This trick is the winner, let you see my strongest trick, possessed!" Mengge shouted, and the materialized magic flute entered the bamboo flute.

"Purple Qi is coming from the east!"

"Dream Song!" Dream Song put the bamboo flute to her lips and played it gently.

A melodious and cheerful music came out, and some purple symbols followed the sound, and the purple true qi floated along the symbols, surrounding Persia.

Persia only felt that he had heard a string of beautiful music, as if he had come to an infinitely beautiful space.

Persia saw Jie Ruixin, Meng Chi, Chu Qiu, Yi Yun and Mo Tian.

Six people sat noisily on a grass, frolicking with each other, falling into this state.

And in the outside world.

"What is this? There is no sound at all! What is going on?" said some of the monks in shock.

"This is the power of the magic flute!" said the old man before.

"The power of the magic flute?"

"The magic flute magic, is an artifact a long time ago, legend has it that it can reflect the deepest desires of human beings, and then destroy them, aggravate the evil in the hearts of human beings, and finally be swallowed by the power of evil, even the soul will devour it, it is an evil artifact!"

"But if this man is pure in heart, the magic flute will purify his power, and now it is only a matter of looking at the heart of the Persian boy. The old man said in a deep voice.

"Sir, may I ask what the dual artifacts you mean by before?"

"The magic flute is an artifact, and all artifacts, whether it's its soul or its shell, can be considered an artifact. ”

"But only like that young man, who uses the soul of the artifact as a martial soul and can have the body of the artifact, can this be called a dual artifact. ”

"The soul of the artifact will be most integrated with the body, and it will be closest to its power in life, but no matter what, the magic flute magic is terrifying!" the old man said.

However, the unexpected happened!

"Click!" After all, people are not as good as heaven, and some things are often unsatisfactory, and the bamboo flute is broken!

And the purple true qi around Persia's side was directly dispelled by the red true qi.

The surface of the persian body directly erupted with a large amount of red true qi, and he suddenly opened his eyes, and then looked around suspiciously.

"Just now... What's going on?"

"I didn't expect it to be a young man with a pure heart!" the old man said incredulously.

"Woo woo woo~" The bamboo flute whined, and then the soul appeared from the bamboo flute, and then the purple true qi disappeared, and the soul was sucked into the whirlpool, and the whirlpool also disappeared.

"How is that possible?!ahem..."Mengge said in disbelief, then covered her mouth and coughed.

"I'm so angry... It's all gone, and I can only recover naturally, but I don't have that much time left, am I going to die here today?" Mengge said in his heart.

"Hey, boy, what's your grandfather's name, don't worry, I won't do anything, at least let me die a little clear!" Mengge said as he threw away the bamboo flute.

"Yinhairun Teng Temple!"

"Yinhairun? Teng Temple!" Mengge repeated the name a few times, and suddenly his eyes widened.

"That old bastard, is that your grandfather?" Mengge yelled angrily.

"Hey, what are you talking about, grandpa isn't an old bastard!" said Persia angrily.

"That guy! That guy! That bastard changed my life! If it wasn't for that guy, how could I be like this now!"

"If it weren't for that old guy selling me a fake pill, how could I not be able to refine my true qi, miss the best time to cultivate, and be expelled from the family!"

"I'm a genius, but now I'm like this! It's all because of that old liar!" Mengge screamed angrily.

"I don't care what happens to you, but I won't allow you to insult Grandpa!" Persia roared and punched Mengge's body.

"Hahahaha, come on, kill me!" Mengge laughed maniacally.

Persia, however, stopped his fist and looked at Mengge.

"I'm not going to kill you now, although you killed grandpa, but it's strange, I don't hate you very much, but sooner or later, I'll come to take your life!"

Persia said solemnly, and then left.

Persia didn't know why he did it, he just had a strange feeling, and Persia didn't know what was going on.

Maybe it's the power of the magic flute, or maybe it's the charisma of Mengsong, or maybe the story of Mengsong moved Persia, or maybe it's just a whim of Persia.

In short, Mengge survived!

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