The dark and suffocating cell was filled with the smell of decay.

This is the base camp of the monsters, the demon king is entrenched here, gathering a large number of demon fields, and the demon energy produced can be said to be extremely strong. Ordinary qi practitioners, that is, the so-called ordinary martial arts monks, who stay here for less than a moment, will feel dizzy and numb, their limbs will be weak, and finally they will pass out, be eroded by poisonous gas, and become food for demon beasts.

And the unnamed cultivator of the ape flying qi breathing method, in the case of pranayama, can filter and dissolve the demon qi, and will not be poisoned by the demon qi. But he is far worse than Old Man Zhao, who can breathe freely and move normally without using any qigong. This old man who doesn't look good does have amazing strength, and Weiming has to look at him differently.

But after he communicated with Old Man Zhao, Old Man Zhao finished talking about the unbearable past of the Futu Patriarch, but Weiming suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.

At first, Weiming thought that the sloppy old man in front of him was just an innocent old man who was captured by the demon wolf, but after talking to him for so long, he learned that this old man Zhao actually had a good relationship with his master, Futu Patriarch, and had a unique skill. A doubt arose in Weiming's heart, how could Old Man Zhao be trapped here and never escape?

Weiming felt that Old Man Zhao didn't tell him something, so he couldn't help but ask: "Senior Zhao, since you and my master are masters of the same generation and have strong martial arts, how can you be trapped here?"

The sudden question of the unknown made Old Man Zhao speechless, and he was silent for a long time before he said in a slur manner: "This...... This one...... I have a covenant with someone, and I must keep my promise and not go out, and I can't break through this place and flee outside unless that person speaks to release me. ”

Old man Zhao, who has always been straightforward and fast-talking, has never been open-mouthed, although he is experienced, but he doesn't know how to turn when he speaks, but now the old man Zhao at this moment is very embarrassed, as if he is very embarrassed.

The unnamed dim golden pupils lit up, fleetingly, and said, "Since Senior Zhao has an appointment with someone, then I won't force it anymore." ”

Weiming knew that Old Man Zhao could easily smash the wall and escape from here, but looking at his appearance, he didn't want to leave, and he seemed to be a person with his own ulterior motives, so Weiming didn't want to ask him for help. It is estimated that a stubborn person like Old Man Zhao will not help him.

"Damn, there's not even a window here!" Wei Ming circled around the walls, trying to find some cracks to break through.

But after wandering around several times, I found nothing, and the prison here was so airtight that it was difficult for even a fly to fly out. The cell door was of solid black rock, and the surrounding walls were of slightly inferior quality, made of large gray bricks stacked in blocks.

"Yikes!" Weiming has basically regained his vitality now. Approaching a gray wall, he raised his hand and slammed it into the wall with a heavy fist. "Bang!" the gray brick and stone walls were so hard that the unnamed blow didn't even wear off the rocky skin of the wall.

"What is this made of? It's so hard?" Wei Ming looked at the position that he had smashed with his fist without even a scratch on it, and couldn't help but question his strength. "Could it be that it's only because I'm a third-level scholar realm that the power of my fist can't shake this rock at all?"

Weiming began to meditate cross-legged again, hoping to condense some true qi again, in order to strengthen himself, even if he couldn't break through, he had to give it a try.

"--- Weiming, I have already told you that the exercises you practice are incomplete, and I am afraid that even Futu Lao'er no longer knows the harm of this martial arts. What you do is in vain. Although Old Man Zhao strictly kept his original promise to people, he couldn't help but interject when he saw that the young man he admired was blocked.

"Senior Zhao, when the master first passed on the "Seven Steps of Ape Flying", he really didn't say that the cultivation of the remnants would cause the cultivation to stop, but I don't think he didn't know this, it should be that he had other intentions. ”

Weiming did not agree with Old Man Zhao's complete denial of his master, even though the Futu Patriarch really didn't know the side effects of practicing "Seven Steps Ape Flying". After all, Old Man Zhao and Futu Patriarch have not seen each other for nearly a hundred years, and it is only inferred that Futu Patriarch has long since died, but this alone does not mean that Futu Patriarch is old and dizzy, and mentally disordered.

Old man Zhao didn't know the current Futu Patriarch at all, and Weiming could intuitively feel that the Futu Patriarch passed on his "Seven Steps Ape Flying" must have his own intentions.

"But you know that with your current ability, even if you are not affected by the demonic energy, even if you are full of vitality, it is absolutely impossible for you to shatter this kind of rock that has been impregnated by the demonic energy. "Old man Zhao is straightforward and fast-talking, to tell the truth, he is simply an old guy who hurts people's feelings. But Old Man Zhao had no malice in his heart, just like when he comforted Weiming, his hurt self-esteem was just an unintentional mistake.

"Then I'll give it a try!" Wei Ming didn't dare to stop for a moment, and as soon as his strength recovered, he got up from the ground again, raised his hand and punched again, aiming at the place he had smashed just now, and tried his best.

"Bang!" the wall remained untouched.

"Bang!" Weiming punched again, a violent blow, the fist was like a tiger, if it touched an ordinary human body, that person would be blown apart. But for this strong wall, there is nothing to be done.

Wei Ming is very clear about his strength, and there is about a basket of true qi in the sea of qi at the third level of his Shi realm, and the true qi of the fourth level of the Shi realm is the size of two baskets.

I tried my best, exercising the musculoskeletal muscles and organs of the whole body, and the strongest attack I sent out consumed half of my basket of true qi at once, and I hit two punches in a row to the limit.

"If you can break through the third level of the early stage of the Shi Realm and reach the middle stage of the Shi Realm, with the quality of your True Qi, you will definitely be able to grind through this wall. Weiming re-entered the state of light and empty concentration, and muttered in his heart before entering the meditation.

The third and fourth levels of the Shi Realm are a watershed, and the true qi in the sea of Qi of the third level of Shi Realm Qi Practitioner is not only less than that of the Fourth Qi Practitioner, but also inferior in quality to that of the Fourth Qi Practitioner.

It can be said that if Weiming is a fourth-level warrior realm, then he can hit seven or eight punches in a row with a full blow without needing to re-condense halfway due to exhaustion of strength.

Weiming is extremely urgent now, if he is trapped here like this and can't get out, it is estimated that even if the demon beast does not come to kill him, he will be corrupted by the demon qi and become the nourishment of the demon.

Originally, Weiming still pinned his hopes on his master, Futu Patriarch, hoping that he would come down the mountain to save him from his predicament.

But after talking to Old Man Zhao just now, he understood that his master had already died, just a wisp of breath, a remnant soul, and he couldn't go down the mountain at all. Futu Mountain may indeed have some kind of strange ability, restricting his existence.

Weiming meditated hard and struggled in his inner world, and he had already stored the remnants of the page of "Seven Steps of Ape Flying" in his sea of qi before he went down to Futu Mountain. The capacity of his own qi sea is barely enough to store this fragment of the scroll.

In meditation, Weiming began to transfer the fragment out of the sea of qi, and opened his eyes to look at the third picture. The first picture is the ape flying breathing method, teaching him to breathe and breathe, meditate and settle. The second picture is the formal cultivation method of the swift step, which is the second variation of the swift step, and after the name is learned, after mastering it, you can jump ten zhang and dodge freely in the face of three demon wolves.

As for this third picture, it is a change of attack. A little ink dot figure is in the waist of his arms, his fists are clenched, and he is on the defensive, while his legs are kicked out fiercely, and his toes are stabbed, like sharp knives.

Weiming felt that the Futu Patriarch must have understood this martial art, although he was not completely aware of this martial art, but it could be seen from the fact that he said the basic "Ape Flying Qi" for cultivating this martial art, he must know a thing or two about "Seven Steps Ape Flying". It is precisely because of this that Weiming thinks that the Futu Patriarch has his own intentions for letting him practice the Seven Steps Ape Feiding.

"Since Master can't name these tricks, then I'll have to name you. Weiming silently recited in his heart: "The first variable is the ape flying breathing method, which is the foundation of the cultivation of this martial art; since the second variable is light skill, which helps people escape, it is called 'ape flash'; as for the third variable is the number of offense, the toes are like knives, then it is called 'ape knife feet'!"

"Seven Steps Ape Flying", his martial arts, unnamed martial arts.

Weiming was not satisfied with this, he knew his current situation very well, and if he didn't learn all these tricks, it would be difficult for him to improve at all.

So, after a little understanding of the third picture, "Ape Knife Foot", Weiming couldn't wait to look at the fourth picture.

In the fourth picture, the little ink dot man retracts the kick in the third picture, and instead punches his clenched fists at the waist, while the other leg bends backwards above his head, lifts over his head, and strikes forward from behind his head.

Kick backwards to prevent the enemy from sneaking up from behind, and you can also attack the front by surprise. Weiming sincerely exclaimed: "Although these seven steps of ape flying are footwork, they are actually mainly based on footwork, implying boxing and mental methods. Thinking of this, Weiming felt even more that the Futu Patriarch had good intentions.

Immediately, Weiming began to cultivate, and bursts of white gas rose above his head.