The old woman was stunned for dozens of breaths, or hundreds of breaths, before she came back to her senses from that terrifying look, she didn't care about wiping the blood, her eyes fell on the divine weapon in her hand, and her expression changed greatly-

The original spiritual spirit of the divine soldier was actually dim at this moment, the qilin spirit was still there, but it was already languishing, and the qi machine penetrated into it, circulating for a week, and it was empty.

The Divine Soldier Qilin has been placed in the spiritual land for several years and has not been used, and the spiritual charm accumulated so far has gone seven or eight in an instant.

The old woman's heart ached, her body shook a few times, she almost sat down on the ground, her face was already pale, her lips trembled, and finally she couldn't help but shout:

"No !!"

……………………………

A drop of water falls on the table.

Then he was pointed by a finger, and the transparent water liquid circulated in the air, turning into a rather quaint text, which stopped for a moment, and then collapsed in the void, scattering, adding a small amount of water to the already wet wooden table.

“…… Failed again. ”

Wang Anfeng looked at the dispersed invisible water droplets, the thoughts in his mind had not yet fallen, his right hand had been raised, and he tapped the cup, but this time there were no water droplets vibrating, his fingers were empty in the air for a few breaths, and he didn't feel the familiar moist feeling, and he finally came back to his senses.

"Running out?"

Wang Anfeng glanced at the dried water glass, relaxed, leaned back on the chair, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a sense of exhaustion in his heart.

Still didn't work out.

During this time, he read the thaumaturgical book of the Oriental family, in which he had no interest in advanced thaumaturgy such as changing the fortune of the stars and reversing the wind, and only paid attention to some thaumaturgy that did not require regulations.

After all, those advanced thaumaturgy, strong is strong, but at every turn you have to build altars, pray to the heavens, or connect the direction of the earth's leylines, complex places, Zhou Tian Xing, the earth's leylines flow, the luck of the world, all inclusive.

Among them, the details are not something that ordinary people can do just by calculating, and the classics only mention it slightly, which makes his scalp numb, and he stays away, and he doesn't have the slightest intention to read it.

It's just a pity that during this time, he didn't even practice the most basic thaumaturgy.

It's not that he can't feel the spiritual charm of all things, his mother was the most outstanding person in the Oriental family, and his own talent is naturally not bad, but he can sense the spiritual charm on the second day, and he is also considered a good talent in the classics.

It's just that after perceiving, something went wrong when calling Lingyun, the qi machine communicated with the hundred pulses, and there was even a way to kill the evil qi.

The spirit rhyme that was barely mobilized, before he could control it, was collided by the evil qi, and dispersed directly, without any existence, and then was rolled up by the qi and turned into the same source.

He tried for an unknown number of times in the past few days, but he didn't even succeed once, if it weren't for the mental method in the book to feel the spirit of heaven and earth, he would almost think that this book was an impostor of Dongfang Ningxin bluffing himself.

However, this also explains why the Oriental family is divided into two veins, one is martial arts cultivation and the other is thaumaturgy.

Without him, if there is no level of cultivation, it's okay, a martial artist enters the middle three grades, communicates the world, it is a vast machine, if the original level of thaumaturgy is average, it will be rushed to pieces, and it will be difficult to gather, such as a family with thousands of gold can not enter the door.

And the reverse measurement, if the thaumaturgical cultivation reaches the point where you can borrow the heavenly machine, then it is difficult for the qi in the body to survive, and no matter how hard you cultivate, there is no way to break through the dragon gate and step on the middle three grades.

After all, martial arts thaumaturgy has different uses of heaven and earth spiritual rhyme and qi machines, one is to invoke, like an ocean entering a river, the focus is on 'flow', like water flowing and living. One is to breathe, that is, the heaven and the earth enter my arms, and the focus is on 'sreservation'.

The two paths are inherently different, those who practice martial arts learn to borrow the heavenly opportunity, and they are swallowed by the qi in their body in just one moment, while those who specialize in thaumaturgy can sense the spiritual charm of the heavenly machine at the beginning, but they can't leave a trace of it in their body at all, and they will be dispersed before they are cultivated, and they want to dabble in both parties, which is just wishful thinking.

Wang Anfeng glanced at the classics on the table, his face was a little helpless, he originally planned to take advantage of the induction of Lingyun and was not controlled by the gap swept by the qi machine, but unfortunately he couldn't succeed.

For several days, I only felt dizzy at this time, and that stubbornness dissipated somewhat, and I had to admit that I was afraid that I couldn't even get started with the most basic thaumaturgy.

But intellectually he knew that this was the case, and there was still no way to let go of it in his heart, when he first started to get in touch with thaumaturgy, he felt that he should focus on martial arts, what thaumaturgy and the like, just take a look, but now he can't even get started, but he refuses to relax.

Even when Dongfang Ximing asked him to go down for dinner, he held a chopstick in his right hand, and his left hand still hung down on the cuffs, still constantly outlining, naturally there was no effect, just like the ghost talisman drawn by those monks when they were swaggering.

He looked like he was so enchanted, of course, he couldn't escape the eyes of others, and he looked at him strangely, knowing in his heart that this was trying the thaumaturgy of the Dongfang family, and that thing was the ability of the Dongfang family, and he didn't know much.

Anyway, those thaumaturgical cultivation is very slow, and how many people can eat his sword Zhenyue?

The old man swallowed wine and thought freely.

This side is careless, but Dongfang Ximing is the second to notice Wang Anfeng's strangeness, it's not that her eyesight is sharper than Xue Qinshuang, Gong Yu and others, but the latter are all women after all, no matter what, it is impossible to stare at Wang Anfeng all the time.

is to find that the latter is a little wrong, at most, he just thinks that he is not willing to give up today and will not delve into it, and Dongfang Ximing is different, even if he is divided again, he is also a child of the Dongfang family, and the same sect once had the strongest Fang Shi in the world.

After abandoning the Dao, he immediately noticed the change in the heavenly wit.

A pair of inky black eyes swirled around on the first floor of the inn, and then fell on Wang Anfeng's body, but most of the latter's mind was now in the strange words in his mind, and he was not as keen as before, and reacted immediately.

Dongfang Ximing watched Wang Anfeng's chopsticks put the chili pepper in his mouth, bit the bamboo chopsticks and thought about it intently, suddenly jumped off the chair, put one hand on the table and went down, and saw Wang Anfeng's fingers skillfully draw a simple and familiar text in the air, first stunned slightly, and was about to speak.

I didn't think that I would receive a knife on the head, and I subconsciously screamed softly, holding my head with both hands and raising my eyes, seeing Lu Baiping next to me holding a chopstick, sitting upright, not squinting, and not looking at her, Dongfang Ximing was a little aggrieved at the moment:

"Sister Lu......"

With this low and soft voice, Lu Baiping's pretended appearance was immediately broken, and it was not easy to control his expression, clear his throat, and said:

"The girl's family, jumping up and down when eating, what does it look like."

"Get up and sit down."

Dongfang Ximing has been teased by the Dongfang family since she was a child, and Lu Baiping has been quite annoyed by her discipline like this, oh, she got up and sat down honestly, this small episode made Wang Anfeng break free from that almost demonic state, and the repeated movements in his hands were slightly stunned.

At that moment, he noticed what had just happened, looked at the two of them over there, and smiled:

"What's wrong? Ximing ......"

Dongfang Ximing was holding a bowl and eating honestly, Wang Anfeng asked, and the curiosity that he could barely suppress suddenly appeared again, his eyes lit up slightly, and he said, "Brother, were you practicing thaumaturgy just now?!" ”

Wang Anfeng was slightly surprised in his heart, and immediately thought that he was able to find Dongfang Ximing at that time because the latter used bloodline thaumaturgy, he was only a beginner, and he definitely couldn't hide it from her, so he didn't hide it at the moment, and generously admitted:

"Not bad."

The voice paused, and said with some regret:

"It's just a pity that I can't get into the door all the time......"

Dongfang Ximing bit the bamboo chopsticks in his mouth and said, "This is normal......"

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, and then heard Dongfang Ximing say:

"I can draw the one just now with my own hands alone, and push it up for three hundred years, and there are only three people, the meaning of that ancient text seems to be 'hidden', it is one of the few words handed down by Cangjie in ancient times, and I only recognize it because my grandfather mentioned it."

"Hidden, hidden, is a thaumaturgy that allows alchemists to escape from the heavens, according to legend, it is a means used by the alchemists who caused great disasters and ruined their lives in ancient times to avoid the catastrophe of heaven and earth."

"It's hard, it's hard ......"

Wang Anfeng was stunned in his heart, and said with a smile as usual:

"Really? It turned out to be so hard. ”

"But I just gave it a try, and I didn't expect to pick the most difficult one, but I was lucky."

"Let's eat."

"Hmm."

Dongfang Ximing had no doubts in his heart, and his curiosity was solved, so he concentrated on dealing with the food on the table. Today's chef is making double pepper chicken in the area of Jiannan Road, the green and red spicy seeds are cut into small pieces and stir-fried, and the chicken is also cut into the general size, stir-fried, simmered slowly, and the taste enters the meat.

When you bite into it, the chicken is tender, the crispy bones are crispy, and the flavor is unique, and the rattan pepper is mixed with the aroma of chicken, which rolls between the lips and teeth with the spicy flavor, and then enters the stomach with the aroma all the way.

The spicier it is, the more fascinating it is, Dongfang Ximing has been in Penglai for a long time, and he has never eaten this taste, even if he is sweating profusely and his lips are slightly red, he refuses to let go.

After eating for a while, Wang Anfeng put down the dishes and chopsticks and asked casually:

"That's right, Ximing."

Dongfang Ximing was busy and looked up at him.

Wang Anfeng smiled gently, and said thoughtfully:

"Among those three people, is that Miss Dongfang included?"

………………

After a while, Wang Anfeng returned to his guest room, holding the thaumaturgical book in his hand, and he didn't know whether to be angry or angry, or to cry and laugh, after flipping through it, he threw it directly on the table, rubbed his eyebrows, and said:

"There are thousands of precautions, but I still put a match."

"Won't you suffer anyway? Oriental ......"

Naturally, this book is not a fake.

Not only is it not fake, but it is really like real money, belonging to the category that not everyone can read even in the Oriental family, not to mention an elder, or a talented and unique disciple.

There is naturally a huge difference between basic kung fu and advanced classics.

But Wang Anfeng came into contact with the thaumaturgical inheritance for the first time at that time, and he didn't even suspect it—he should have been alert, if it was just a basic introductory text, where did he need to set up a restriction on the text that 'you can't read too much if you don't have enough thaumaturgical practice'?

And how can it involve the rules that require the opening of the star and the altar with the participation of more than 300 people?

It wasn't until Dongfang Ximing broke out that he realized that what Dongfang Ximing gave him was not a big road, but probably a first-class classic in the thaumaturgic lineage.

Not to mention for the time being, his martial arts have been cultivated to this height, and it is impossible to re-cultivate thaumaturgy to reach that height. Even if he didn't practice martial arts and only gave him a top-level classic, he would definitely not be able to get started.

The realm involved in this classic is extremely high, like a cliff, you can touch the clouds and mist sky with your hand, but there is no way to climb the mountain.

No matter how talented he is, no matter how diligent he is, there is no way to get started, and he can't go thousands of miles without accumulating silicon steps, let alone learning these secret arts, even in thaumaturgy, it can be regarded as a first-class secret art.

Wang Anfeng raised his hand and knocked on his eyebrows, thinking about Dongfang Ningxin's temperament, and felt that with the other party taking a city as a chessboard chess piece, he should not use such a small amount of means at this time, contemplating his eyebrows, he suddenly figured out a section, and sighed:

"I see, it seems that I'm just a middleman, I'm afraid this thing is for Ximing, jade pendants, classics, everything is given to Ximing, and the handwriting is so big."

His brow furrowed slightly.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

As for Dongfang Ningxin's actions, because he knew too little things, he couldn't see through it at all, his eyes fell on the classic, and it suddenly occurred to him that since the former had become the most outstanding person in the entire generation of the Dongfang family, then the thaumaturgy above should have been mastered.

So why did the other party carry this book with him?

I'm afraid that if it is really as he thinks, this classic is very likely to be prepared for Dongfang Ximing, even if there is no Wang Anfeng to catch up, when the time is right, it will appear in Dongfang Ximing's hands.

But why?

Thinking about it at the moment, but it was always difficult to see through, Wang Anfeng frowned, put this classic book away, and did not intend to hand it over to Dongfang Ximing, at least when Dongfang Ning's purpose was not confirmed, he would not transfer it to her.

Just as he was about to meditate, the Buddha beads in his hand suddenly lit up slightly, and a familiar indifferent voice sounded in his ears.

In the blink of an eye, the world changed, and the Shaolin Temple was in front of him, and the scribe who called him here sat on the bamboo chair, raising his hand to drink tea, with a light expression, after Wang Anfeng appeared, he did not wait for the latter to salute, and flicked his right hand.

An object on the table turned into a streamer, accompanied by a faint roar, and shot towards Wang Anfeng, Wang Anfeng took a step forward, raised his right hand, put his fingertips on the streamer, shook his wrist, elbow, arm, turned into a circle, and unloaded the energy on the streamer.

The thing fell to the ground.

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes to look at the green-shirted scribe and said:

"Sir, this is ......"

Mr. Win put down the tea cup in his hand, knocked on the chair, and said lightly:

"The unicorn lock from before."

"Of course, it's not a Kirin lock anymore."

"Pick it up and take a look."

Wang Anfeng lowered his eyes and looked down at this time, and saw that in the deep pit, the thing that dispersed the streamer turned out to be a pair of unpretentious fingerless fist nails, all of which were dull and dull black, extremely inconspicuous.

Wang Anfeng remembered that the breath of this thing should have been a lock, and he didn't know what it had happened to become like this, but he didn't ask much.

Since I was a child, I have seen too many incredibles, and I can't sleep all night at the beginning, to think about why, but after such a long time, I have already seen it strangely, and I have developed a calm state of mind.

Leaned over at the moment and took out the fist armor, the tentacles were cold, but it was not a hard texture such as gold, iron and jade, but quite soft, after wearing it, it took the initiative to cover his hands, and then gradually changed, tightly fitting his palms and knuckles.

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, the qi in his body surged, three hundred turns in an instant, knocked Kunlun with one breath, his five fingers clenched slightly, and punched forward, the qi hooked, accompanied by a roar, and a one-zhang high unicorn phantom appeared behind him.

The scale armor is delicate as true, roaring according to the claws, the angry eyes are majestic, the arrogance is shining, straight up to a height of more than ten zhang in the air, distorting the void of vision, even if there is no qi to continue to support, it is still after a few breaths of roaring, it turns into a flowing fire, spreads in all directions, and slowly disperses.

The rolling heat wave, even if it did not actively activate the spiritual rhyme, also showed a strong oppressive force, and the green rock under Wang Anfeng's feet almost had a tendency to glaze.

Wang Anfeng slowly lowered his head, looking at his fist armor with both hands, a little dazed.

This is, the Divine Soldier Kirin Lock?!

He has read many classics and knows that the divine soldiers, even if they are only a part of the divine soldiers, are extremely unruly, not only people choose weapons, but also choose the master of the spirit rhyme in the weapons, so that there is a saying of 'recognizing the master'.

If it is forcibly persecuted, under the outbreak of the divine soldiers, even the grandmaster will have to endure hardships, and it is more likely that he will flee directly, thousands of miles away, and never be able to find it again.

He originally regarded this as another test for his husband, and he had already mobilized his qi and was ready to forcibly suppress the spirit of the divine soldier, but the qilin spirit rhyme in these two fist armors was almost not cooperative, and he did not have the consciousness of the divine soldier at all.

At this moment, the spirit was surging, and he took the initiative to 'inform' Wang Anfeng of the characteristics of the divine soldier. The degree of cooperation almost reminded him of the big yellow dog lying on the ground in Uncle Wang's house in Daliang Village, revealing its white belly.

The voice of the scribe's flat voice sounded:

"The monk gave him a name, Vajra in his left hand and Prajna in his right hand."

"Combine the two into one, and call it Pudu."

Wang Anfeng looked at his fists and armor in his hands, and muttered in a low voice:

"Vajra, Prajna."

The information in the spirit rhyme of the divine soldier flowed through the spirit platform in a way similar to that of the heart initiation, and because of the over-cooperation, the role of these two fist armors had been fully understood by Wang Anfeng.

King Kong power has a thousand jun, after the spirit rhyme is full, the effect of each punch is not inferior to the Buddha said that the wrestler moves the mountain scriptures, if the spirit rhyme is triggered, the fire unicorn, the square circle is three zhang, and the gold is melted iron.

The two are one, vajra prajna, and purify all sentient beings.

Wang Anfeng withdrew his gaze from his fist armor, and the scribe knocked on the armrest, and said lightly:

"Letting you come back this time is not just to give you a fist armor, there is another thing."

"Do you remember Qiqi's arrangement?"

Wang Anfeng's expression was slightly condensed, thinking of the scheming young man.

The scribe took a teacup, took a sip, and wrote lightly:

"Do you want to see him one last time?"

PS: Today's 2-in-1 is present...... Five thousand two hundred words~

PS2: And then the comment and this chapter say that it has been closed, and it will take a few days to unlock...... I just don't know how long it will take......