The light of dawn gradually revealed. The sun shone behind the peaks, casting a hazy light around them, which filled the pale blue sky around them, and a golden dawn slowly appeared in the sky.

When He Yiming returned to the courtyard of the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, the sun was already shining.

Although because of Zhuo Shengfeng's long howl, the entire Lingxiao Treasure Hall entered a boiling atmosphere. But He Yiming still returned to his room silently.

At this moment, in the room, another He Yiming was practicing the thirty-six styles of opening the mountain one by one. From the first form to the twenty-third form, the cycle continues without stopping.

He Yiming looked at this scene, and a strange thought suddenly popped up in his heart.

This is the first time that he has stood purely from the perspective of a bystander, watching "himself" practice the 36 Styles of Opening.

This set of golden exercises seems to be full of flaws, as if this set of exercises can be completely broken with just a wave of the hand.

He shook his head slightly and sighed, knowing that this was because he did not cooperate with the true qi of the gold system when he performed this set of exercises. It is precisely because there is no cooperation of true qi or internal strength that it will make people feel like a showman.

But after thinking about it, He Yiming suddenly laughed dumbly.

Not only this gold-based combat skill, no matter which combat skill it is, as long as there is no corresponding true qi cooperation. Eventually, it's going to be a showcase.

If you don't use true qi and internal strength, but you can still have powerful combat skills, I'm afraid that only one hundred and eight can use them.

He shook his head and said, "One hundred and eight, I'm back." ”

He Yiming, who was performing like a dance, suddenly stopped, and there was a strange fluctuation on his body, and then He Yiming disappeared and became one hundred and eight.

He Yiming's eyes were full of envy when he looked at him, if only he had such a magical ability, then it would undoubtedly be much easier to do things.

It's just that the thought of the non-human identity of One Hundred and Eight made He Yiming's heart tremble, and this thought suddenly seemed to have wings, and he flew away without a trace.

"Brother Bai, did you succeed?" He Yiming asked.

One hundred and eight didn't answer, he stretched out his right hand, directly pulled off his left wrist, and threw it to He Yiming.

Reaching out to catch this bloodless severed hand, the muscles on He Yiming's face twitched involuntarily a few times, and then he smiled bitterly and put it on the table.

That left hand suddenly began to melt, and when it recondensed, it had become a Shinto book.

He Yiming's eyes glowed faintly, he reached out and picked up the book, and turned directly to page 24.

However, a hint of strangeness immediately appeared on his face, although on this page, although it was also one of the thirty-six styles of the opening mountain. But it's not the twenty-fourth, it's the fourteenth.

He looked up in surprise, looked at the expressionless Hundred and Eight, and suddenly moved in his heart, and turned the first page with his hand.

His face suddenly showed a look of crying and laughing, and on this page, it was indeed the first page of the Book of Wind and Clouds.

He shook his head wordlessly, merging the contents of two completely different Shinto books into one book, I am afraid that only one hundred and eight would do such a thing.

"I'm leaving. ”

It didn't seem to see the strange expression on He Yiming's face, and the calm and waveless voice of One Hundred and Eight sounded.

"Where are you going?" He Yiming asked inexplicably.

"The pig is still outside the city. "One hundred and eight words are concise.

He Yiming sighed in his heart, he really didn't understand why the two completely different inhuman guys of Bai and Eight and Bao Zhu were so good. However, since Baibai and Eight are by the side of the treasure pig, then this little guy must be at ease in terms of safety.

His eyes suddenly fell on one hundred and eight's severed hand, and then looked at the secret book in his hand, and He Yiming's face showed a trace of hesitation.

One hundred and eight stretched out his hand, and his hand slowly grew out of his arm, and it was back to normal in an instant.

He Yiming opened his mouth, and finally waved his hand lightly, and said with a wry smile: "You go, take care." ”

One hundred and eight came to the door, seemed to pause, and then said, "Take care." "Say it. His whole person suddenly dissolved, as if it had turned into a place of flowing water, and disappeared through the crack in the door.

He Yiming looked at the place where he disappeared dumbfounded, and after a while, he pinched his arm, feeling quite painful, obviously he was not daydreaming.

It's just that with the character of one hundred and eight, it is really incredible that he would say such a thing.

Shaking his head and putting this thought aside, He Yiming reopened the book of Shinto in his hand.

The first page of this book is the Book of Wind and Clouds and Mist, and He Yiming has a deep understanding of the power in it.

It was with the powerful hidden power contained in the power of the clouds and mist that he escaped from under the noses of those Venerables.

Especially in the low forest, after He Yiming cut off Zhuo Shengfeng's induction, he immediately used the technique of drilling the ground to stay away from this place. Of course, when he used the Drill Technique, his body was also shrouded in a layer of cloud and mist power, completely hiding his aura.

If it weren't for that, it would be absolutely wishful thinking for him to escape under the joint efforts of the three Venerables.

This shows how powerful the power of the clouds and mist itself is. Especially for people like He Yiming, who have not yet advanced to the Venerable, it is definitely the first choice to save their lives.

However, at this moment, He Yiming did not study the power of clouds and mist, but directly turned to page thirty-four.

Here, sure enough, there is a picture of the thirty-sixth and twenty-fourth styles of the mountain.

He Yiming's eyes suddenly lit up, and a wisp of gold power in his hand entered the secret book, and after a while, he passed through some magical way. He Yiming seemed to have entered a magical space.

In this space, the south, east, west, and northwest are all in sight, and in this space, there is also a unique pressure that is sharp and sharp.

This is the power of the gold system, the embodiment of the power of the gold system that is extremely powerful.

The next moment, He Yiming had a terrifying Daguan knife in his hand.

There is a magical power rippling on the entire blade, especially the head of the knife, which is even more dazzling, almost like a small sun.

He Yiming's heart was full of doubts, he had borrowed the original copy of the thirty-six styles of the opening mountain, but in that world, Daguan Dao had absolutely no such exaggeration.

A strange thought floated in his heart, could it be that in the secret book of one hundred and eight, the power of this Daguan knife has become ten times greater?

Shaking his head, He Yiming put aside his distracting thoughts, and his body began to move.

Starting from the first form, it slowly spreads out until the twenty-third form.

In this process, He Yiming did not pause at all, and a set of knife techniques were unleashed in his hands like a cloud of peers.

It's just that every time he performs the twenty-third form, he will have a feeling of powerlessness.

Although its own momentum has climbed to the extreme. But the twenty-fourth form just can't be split no matter what.

However, He Yiming was not discouraged, he was slowly waving in this strange space, one move at a time. It seems that he has an incomparably resilient heart, and no matter how many times he fails, he is still rock solid and never wavered.

Here, there is no wind, no air, no daylight, only endless silence.

The sound of the big knife waving. It's the only sound here.

If He Yiming stopped cultivating, then there would be a dead silence here, and there would no longer be the slightest sound.

Cultivating in such an environment, if you are not strong-willed, you will soon collapse. But for those who are stoic, this kind of environment where no one interferes at all is the best place for them to cultivate.

I don't know how much time has passed, anyway, in He Yiming's feeling, no matter how long he has been cultivating, it is just that moment.

Although He Yiming's whole body was devoted to this strange cultivation method, this did not mean that he knew nothing about the outside world.

A strange feeling flooded through his heart, and He Yiming withdrew from this magical realm without hesitation.

Although he had already practiced the twenty-second form this time, he still didn't have the slightest bit of drag.

His ears twitched slightly, and He Yiming immediately heard the footsteps of Jin Zhan.

Of course, this is also the reason why Jin Zhanzhan did not hide anything, if he was allowed to lurk cautiously, even if it was He Yiming, he would not dare to say that he could find his whereabouts so easily.

Glancing at the cheats in his hand, a hint of surprise flashed in He Yiming's eyes.

I don't know when, the cheats in my hand have become hot like fire. However, this kind of temperature could not cause any harm to He Yiming, who had already condensed the flower of fire, so he didn't notice it when he threw himself into the cheats.

After hesitating for a moment, He Yiming stretched out his hand and gently rubbed it on the cheats. As he moved, the cheats were crumpled into a ball by him as if they had turned into a piece of plasticine.

He Yiming openly held the round ball with a metallic color in his hand.

He was convinced that no one could tell from the sphere that it was actually a Shinto book.

The gaze wandered around the room, and there seemed to be no possibility of revealing it. Taking a deep breath, He Yiming's heart calmed down.

When he had done all this, there was a steady knock at the door.

He Yiming deliberately delayed for a moment, and then said in an unhappy voice: "Brother Jin, please come in." ”

With a wave of his hand, an invisible force suddenly opened the closed door.

At the moment of opening the door, He Yiming had already seen the light outside, and to his surprise, it was not the morning light rising at this time, but the twilight of the setting sun.

He immediately understood. It turned out that he had been practicing in the room for a whole day.

Sure enough, there was Jin Zhan standing outside the door, but compared with before, Jin Zhan at this time seemed to have a strange look on his face.

He Yiming's heart froze, and a terrifying thought suddenly flashed in his mind, could it be that the battle of Jin had already been seen?

However, the next words of the Jin battle made him completely dispel this idea.