"Empty Ming Palm?" Ling Mu muttered softly in his mouth. However, Ling Mu thought that this was the Ancient Sword Sect, and asked again: "Elder Wen Ze, this is the Ancient Sword Sect, you don't teach me the swordsmanship of the Ancient Sword Sect, but why do you teach me the palm technique." ”

Ling Mu had a divine weapon in his hand, and compared to the palm technique, Ling Mu wanted to learn the swordsmanship of the Ancient Sword Sect.

"Nonsense, your identity is just a handyman, how can you learn the swordsmanship of the Ancient Sword Sect, even if you want to learn it, you have to find your master Liang Qiu Yimeng, his swordsmanship can be said to be the first person in the Ancient Sword Sect!" Wen Ze blew his beard angrily and said, "Come here, I'll pass on the palm technique to you." ”

In front of Ling Mu walking in front of Wen Ze, Wen Ze stretched out his right index finger and lightly tapped it on Ling Mu's brain, and a trace of spiritual energy poured into Ling Mu's brain.

At first, Ling Mu felt a little cool, but soon Ling Mu felt like his head was about to explode, and countless blowjob methods and various pictures poured into his brain.

Ling Mu's face was hideous, he endured the pain and did not make a sound, and when the last word was transmitted to Ling Mu's brain, Ling Mu fell to his knees with his head in his hands, panting.

After a while, Ling Mu stood up and said to Elder Wen Ze, "Thank you Elder Wen Ze, I will definitely practice this set of palm techniques well." ”

After Wen Ze transmitted the exercises to Ling Mu's mind, Ling Mu realized how mysterious and amazing this Empty Ming Palm was. Because Ling Mu found that this Empty Ming Palm could even be combined with Ah Li's essence blood, as long as he was willing, Ling Mu could even let the Empty Ming Palm come with the fire in Ah Li's essence blood!

"Then you will cultivate well again, and remember not to be impatient. "Wen Zezhi is not afraid that something will happen to Ling Mu, but he is afraid that Ling Mu will not be able to beat the iron tree fly and destroy this yard in anger, no matter what, a few fruits can grow here.

After Wen Ze left, Ling Mu came to the center of this fruit grove, and on the fruit trees around him, there were many iron tree flies sucking fruit trees.

"Try this, Kong Ming Palm!" Ling Mu saw the opportunity and slapped it at an iron tree fly on a tree.

"Smack!" A crack opened in the trunk of the tree, but the iron tree fly had already flown away when Ling Mu drove over.

Ling Mu took a deep breath and slapped it in all directions, slapping more than twenty palms in a row in one breath, but not a single iron tree fly was hit.

These iron tree flies all flew up the moment Ling Mu found them, and by the time Ling Mu made a move, they had already flown away.

Ling knew that he couldn't beat these iron tree flies at his current speed, and he just set a goal for himself to keep working hard to let him fight iron wood flies here. It's not really about killing the Iron Tree Fly yourself.

However, Ling Mu is not ordinary, Ling Mu has the "Spirit Swallowing Formula", no matter what it is, he can't escape the "Spirit Swallowing Formula".

Ling Mu closed his eyes as if he had returned to the battle against Mo Xing, and instead of observing with the naked eye, he directly used the Spirit Devouring Technique to determine the location of the Iron Tree Fly.

However, these iron tree flies are too small, and their aura is too weak, with Ling Mu's current strength, even if he uses the Spirit Devouring Technique, he will not find iron tree flies so much.

Ling Mu could only hit his energy in one direction, trying to find the Iron Tree Fly.

"Here!" Ling Mu reflexively slapped his palm on top of a fruit tree.

After Ling Mu used the "Spirit Devouring Technique" to explore for a while, he finally found an iron tree fly. But unfortunately, just as Kong Ming's palm was about to hit the iron tree fly, it still flew away.

Although Ling Mu's help from the Spirit Devouring Technique did not need to be observed with the naked eye and would not be perceived by the Iron Tree Fly, after all, Ling Mu was only the ninth level of the Spirit Gathering Mirror, and the speed of his attack was still too slow.

"I don't believe that I can't hit this iron tree fly, if it doesn't work once, twice, and if it doesn't work twice, three times, until I succeed. ”

Ling Mu secretly made up his mind to himself, this is exactly what Wen Ze wants to see, geniuses rarely encounter setbacks and failures, but a smooth road is not a good thing for cultivators, only by growing up in setbacks can they become a real undefeated powerhouse.

From day to night, and from night to day, Ling Mu didn't eat or drink like this, so drunk that he was fighting iron tree flies, although he still didn't hit a single one, but Ling Mu's speed was constantly improving, and even the aura in his body was constantly increasing.

On the fourth day, Ling Mu found another ironwood fly, saying that it was too late, and then it was too fast, and Ling Mu's palm waved.

"Smack!" Ling Mu found that the little aura he had found before was gone.

Ling Mu hurriedly opened his eyes and found a puddle of blood on a fruit tree, "Success!"

However, Ling Mu was not too excited, but closed his eyes again to find the prey.

"Oh, it's here. ”

Ling Mu found another ironwood fly and slapped it with an empty palm, leaving only a puddle of blood.

In this way, Ling Mu's speed became faster and faster, and the hit rate became higher and higher, and soon the iron wood flies in this vicinity were killed by Ling Mu alone.

However, just as Ling Mu was about to change places, another ironwood fly appeared out of nowhere.

"There was even a fish that slipped through the net. Ling Mu's palm moved slightly, and he slapped it out with an empty palm, but this time he hit it a little harder.

"Smack!"

There was a crisp sound, and Ling Mu could see at a glance that in addition to the ironwood fly that had been swatted to death, there were also cracked tree trunks, and in the cracked trunks, there were many black ball-like things.

"What is this?" Ling Mu hurriedly stepped forward to check, only to see that there were clusters of black balls in the trunk.

Ling Mu took out a black ball, put it in his hand and gently pinched it, and the black ball cracked, and inside it was the larva of an iron wood fly.

"It's actually insect eggs!How can insect eggs be in this fruit tree of the Hundred Qi Fruit!" Although the iron wood insect sucks the fruit tree of the hundred qi fruit, it will not lay the insect eggs in the fruit tree of the hundred qi fruit.

At this time, a terrifying thought appeared in Ling Mu's mind, "Could it be that someone did this on purpose, just to completely destroy the Ancient Sword Sect's Hundred Qi Fruit Tree!"

Because for a sect, if it wants to develop for a long time, it is necessary to continuously recruit disciples, and the strength of the fresh blood of these sects that have just joined is generally below the Xuanming Mirror, and for these people, Baiqi Fruit can be said to be the best tonic.

Once the Hundred Qi Fruit is lost, then the cultivation of the newly added disciples in this sect will become very slow, and they can't see anything in a year or two, but what about a long time?

After a hundred years, there will inevitably be a serious fault line in this sect, giving others the opportunity to take advantage of it.

"No, you must tell Elder Wen Ze about this. Ling Mu uprooted the tree full of insect eggs and walked back with the tree on his shoulders.

This was Wen Ze after guiding Ye Ran to rest in the rocking chair leisurely, because in his heart, Ling Mu would stay for at least one day this time.