Chapter 147: Dreams Are True
"Whether it's true or not, you can know if you rehearse it in broad daylight."
Xiaohu was still asleep, but Qingji couldn't wait.
He is going to try it right now, and the trick he used in his dream, "Xuan Poor Tail Swinging", is really illusory.
Of course, you can't use your hands and feet in the small courtyard. Moreover, last night's experience was too dangerous and bizarre, and Qing Ji categorically didn't want to be known to anyone else about encountering the Northern Shadow Ancestor and getting the mysterious stone snail.
Deep in the mountains and forests, there is no one around.
Qing Ji was concentrating, and suddenly his body burst out, and five punches in a row burst out.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The five trees hugging each other seem to be fragile. was punched by Qingji and broken at the waist.
"Open source two products, the source qi of heaven and earth carried by it is indeed more than double that of the original. And the attack is more agile and fast. ”
Qingji nodded secretly.
After being promoted, the power of the source qi he had attracted with his gestures was obviously much stronger.
Even the physical body was in the vibrational resonance with the source qi of heaven and earth, and it was a little tougher than before.
Although this sense of physical progress is very subtle and almost negligible. But Qingji understands that this is because his body is too strong.
If you change to an ordinary Qi Refining Martial Artist, every time you advance to a higher rank, your physical body will become much stronger.
However, Qingji's physical body is so terrifying that it can directly sweep the open source of the Nine Grades, and naturally there is very little room for progress in the open source realm.
Therefore, stepping into the open source second product, Qingji's actual combat power has hardly changed anything. The power of those increased source qi was also negligible compared to the power of the physical body that was originally too terrifying.
However, this kind of improvement in the realm is currently the most important for Qingji.
Originally, he had always been annoyed and confused because he couldn't advance to the ranks, and even thought that the path of martial arts might stop for a long time.
Now it has really stepped into the second product of open source. Although even he himself did not understand the reason. But at least it shows that there will be a lot to be done in the future.
"Xuan Qian wags his tail!"
confirmed that his martial arts realm was true and true, and he was in a good mood. And then no more hesitation. His breath condensed, and he punched out the one in the dream.
Click!
The shadow of the fist, which was so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye, swept through the void. Although compared with the earth-shattering power in the dream, it is a bit of a cloud.
However, even so, the air within a radius of several zhang was unable to withstand the terrifying force of this punch, and immediately there was a sound of shattering.
"Really, this punch is indeed real!"
Qingji closed his fists and stood up, looking at the layers of air in front of him that were shattered like lenses. He looked at his palm again.
This blow was a far cry from the power of the dream. However, with Qingji's martial arts cultivation, it can be clearly determined that this should indeed be the first form of the Xuanqian battle spectrum - "Xuanqiao swinging the tail".
He was pleasantly surprised, but he was also more and more confused.
Although for several days, Qingji has been working "Xuanqiao Battle Spectrum". But the result is obviously nothing, and I don't understand any mystery from it.
Why did he naturally use the first form of this exercise in his dream overnight?
"Could it be that it has something to do with this stone snail?"
Qingji touched his chest with his hand. He faintly felt that the reason why he was able to unbelievably step into the second grade of open source may have something to do with this mysterious stone snail.
And the matter of obtaining the fist method, if it is also done by this stone snail. What an anti-heaven treasure this thing is, it is simply unimaginable.
"Forget it, don't care about it, it's important to improve your cultivation as soon as possible."
If you don't understand something, Qingji is too lazy to worry about herself. It's just that he is becoming more and more vigilant in his heart, and he must not tell anyone about this stone snail.
The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty. With his current cultivation, he has no qualifications to possess such a treasure.
What's more, it also involves the death of terrifying powerhouses such as the Northern Shadow Ancestor, and if you are not careful, it is difficult to say that you may be wiped out because of this stone snail.
Walking out of the mountains and forests, Qingji prepared to return to his residence.
I have just set foot in the second grade of open source, and my cultivation in the past few days should be mainly focused on consolidating the realm. In addition, "Xuanqiao Battle Spectrum" must continue to work hard.
With the sweetness of the first type, Qingji has already made up his mind. No matter how boring those monster images are, you must "understand" them day and night. Strive to "dream a few more times" in the next step and learn the remaining seven tricks.
Qingji himself felt that this idea was very absurd and ridiculous, but the facts were in front of him, and he couldn't doubt it.
Bang!
Just as Qingji was about to approach his residence, the ground under his feet suddenly trembled violently. With countless sounds like thunder exploding, rolling all the way from the distant mountain tops,
"What's going on?"
It's not just Qingji who was taken aback. On the martial arts arena in front of Lingyubu Village, many warriors were gathering at this time. In the three big chairs in the stands, there are three leaders, Wuyang, Wuxuan and Wuhong.
The sky is clear and the sun is clear, so it is natural that there will be no thunder at this moment. All the warriors were suspicious, and those who were fighting each other hurriedly retreated.
Wuyang and Wuhong glanced at each other, and they both stood up, showing a look of vigilance.
Only Tianxiao Wuxuan, as always, seemed to be asleep. Curled up in his chair, unresponsive.
Thundered!
Rolling thunder, louder and closer. When we reached the village, the whole mountain seemed to shake with it. The next moment, a deafening hissing sounded, like a dragon roaring Daze and a tiger roaring deep into the valley.
In the midst of everyone's stunned eyes, they saw eight high-headed giant horses as black as ink, carrying eight majestic warriors with black helmets, black armor and black faces, galloping from a distance like lightning.
"Black God Army! It's the Black God Army of the Great Wilderness Dynasty! Some of the older warriors exclaimed.
"The Black God Army? How did these evil stars come here? ”
Wuyang frowned slightly.
"Humph! I, the Wusheng clan and the Great Wilderness Dynasty, have always used well water to avoid river water. What has the Black God Army done here? Great Elder Wu Hong's eyes flashed with anger.
The Great Wilderness Dynasty has a great reputation and power in the world. But after all, this is the territory of the Wusheng clan for thousands of years, and the other party's wanton arsonance is tantamount to an insult and provocation.
In the blink of an eye, eight giant horses had galloped to the front of the village. I saw that the man at the head was as majestic as a mountain, and his face was solemn and cold. Standing on top of the xenomorph giant horse, it gives people a sense of majesty like a god.
Behind him, a huge black flag fluttered in the wind, with the word "Xiang" written on it. Look at the magnificence, like a general.
Running to the front of everyone, the black-armored general shouted and strangled the giant horse under his crotch. The seven samurai behind him also stopped in unison.
Seeing the black armor general jump off the horse, his expressionless gaze swept over everyone, and asked coldly, "Who is the leader here?" ”