There is no reason in this world.

Only between the strong and the strong will there be reason. And the weak will never be worthy.

The strong are respected, the strong are respected, Ling Zhi has always known this truth, and it was only at this time that he thoroughly understood this truth.

Because he is still weak, even if it is Lu Xin's fault, Tianyi doesn't care, no matter what, he insists on asking him to give an explanation.

This is still in the case of him as a disciple of the fallen leaves, if it weren't for this relationship, he believed that Tianyi would not even be willing to listen to his explanation.

It's not Tianyi's problem, it's this world, it's what it is.

This is a world of the jungle, and all he can do is to become stronger, to become stronger than everyone else, and only then can he act according to his own wishes!

And at present, it's just a day, why block his path?

"Sect Master. ”

Walking to the top of the main peak of the fallen leaves, the four people guarding the teleportation array had already looked over here, and shouted neither humbly nor arrogantly.

There are eight layers of two body realms and nine layers of two body realms. It wasn't until this meeting that Ling Zhifang discovered the strength of these people.

You must know that even when the desolate beasts attacked during the day, among the people of the previous generation of fallen leaves, there were not many people who had reached the eighth-layer realm, and the gap between the late stage of the body and the middle and middle stages was so large, of course, its breakthrough was no longer just the accumulation of spiritual power, on the contrary, chances, life and death bloody battles, etc., were all indispensable.

As far as he knew, in the entire Fallen Leaf Sect, except for Zhou Xuanqing, only those seven elders had reached the artistic conception!

The strength of the ninth layer of the body, placed outside, is the strength of a small sect master.

And now, such four people are only guarding the teleportation array, which shows the importance of the teleportation array and the background of the fallen leaves.

"The four of you go back first, and I'll bring him here to cultivate. Zhou Xuanqing nodded.

The four of them glanced at each other, and the person from the ninth layer of the Body Realm spoke in embarrassment, "Sect Master, the teleportation array is the security line of my Fallen Leaf Sect, and the four of us are here ......"

"As the Sect Master, why do you need to talk about this, I will always release some soul power to keep an eye on it. ”

"But ......"

"Have you forgotten your identity?My master is the Fallen Leaf Sect Master, and he doesn't even listen to the sect master's words, no matter how strong you are, what's the use of asking you?" Ling Zhi suddenly spoke out of silence.

Between the words, there is no mercy.

The momentum on these four people condensed, and they were about to attack, Zhou Xuanqing coughed lightly at the same time, and the pressure of soul power fell on them.

The faces of the four of them changed suddenly, they retreated, and walked down the mountain one after another.

"Old liar, your situation is a bit unpleasant. Ling Zhi seemed teasing, but there was some worry between his eyebrows.

"When people get old, some people can't hide the thoughts in their hearts, coveting my position, coveting this Fallen Leaf Sect. Zhou Xuanqing waved his hand casually, "I'm still in the day, and they can't make any waves." ”

In the last sentence, Zhou Xuanqing said domineering, resolute, and cannot be ignored.

"I'll be waiting for you below, you can cultivate with peace of mind, and no one will come to disturb you. Dropping this sentence, Zhou Xuanqing walked down, and did not stop until he walked a hundred zhang distance, lying on a boulder at random, looking at the sky quietly, without saying a word.

Ling Zhi's heart was slightly moved, Zhou Xuanqing, as the head of a sect, first taught him for two weeks, and this time he directly guarded him, and he remembered the kindness of the other party.

The huge stone tablet with the word dragon written on it is still standing quietly on the top of this mountain at this moment, and the wind and sun are exposed to the rain, leaving countless traces on it.

Ling Zhi looked at the stele, tried to get closer, there was no hindrance, he put his hand on the stele, when his hand crossed the stele, feeling the material of the stele, a sense of familiarity came to his heart.

It's kind of like a stone in my body, but it seems to be missing something.

Like some leftovers cut from the edges of a stone.

The stone in his body was only the size of a palm, and there were cracks on it except for a town character, and now the soul devouring fire was in the cracks.

But looking from the side of the stone, it can be seen that the edge of the stone is broken, and there should be the rest of the part.

After hesitating for a moment, Ling Zhi made up his mind and reached out to touch the dragon word.

Cold.

This was his first feeling, the coldness that went straight to the depths of his soul, as if this font had been drifting in the starry sky for countless years, silent and cold without a trace of temperature.

The surface of the font is obviously smooth, but when he swiped his palm across the font, he could clearly feel a little, but real undulation.

Like dragon scales, one after the other, covering the surface of the font.

Blessed to the soul, Ling Zhi suddenly knew how to perceive this word.

When he got the stone, he couldn't help but read the word "town", the six exercises in it, he didn't know the words, but when he looked at it, he naturally understood its meaning.

He knew and could read the dragon character in front of him, but he remembered that when he first saw it, he tried to carve it in his mind, but at the beginning, he failed.

Perhaps, that's the key.

Only by carving this word in the mind can it be possible to reach its mysteries.

The entire Fallen Leaf Sect knows that this is a word, knows it, can read it, and because of the perennial study, it will develop this habit of memorizing fonts, and there will be no one else.

Without the slightest hesitation, if he wanted to increase his strength again in just one month, when he had just broken through, he had to do it.

"Dragon. ”

He closed his eyes and began to start from scratch, in the order of the strokes, as if he had a blank slate in his head, and then imagined a pen and began to draw on it.

As soon as he wrote two strokes, Ling Zhi's body shook, his head hurt sharply, and the pen shook and trembled, and it would collapse at any time.

This word is so domineering, even if it is copying, it carries supreme coercion.

A wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of Ling Zhi's mouth, and his originally ruddy face became more and more pale, because of the pain in his brain, drops of cold sweat appeared on his face and slid down his cheeks.

And Ling Zhi was still holding on, and it wasn't until he started writing this word that he understood how difficult it was.

He obviously couldn't see the undulating scales, but when he put down the pen, he would automatically move the tip of the pen one after another, or fall, or lift, or tremble, or shake, and actually outlined those ups and downs.

Such a stroke is too difficult!

Just when Ling Zhi's head was dizzy, and it seemed that even his soul was about to collapse, the stones in his body finally trembled again, this time the stones trembled very strangely, and some light emerged from the edge of the break, and the breath similar to the dragon character overflowed from the break.

With the overflow of this breath, the sharp pain in Ling Zhi's mind suddenly dissipated most of it, but it was faintly blended with the supreme coercion.

Smoothly and smoothly without the slightest obstacle, Ling Zhi wrote this font on the whiteboard.

"Eight Desolations and Six Dragons Refining Dafa. ”

At the same time, a brilliant exercise appeared in his mind, and unconsciously, he exhaled a breath and read these eight words.

(End of chapter)