It is difficult to drag on, and Feng Qing is waiting for three meals a day, which is a silent urging.

On the second day of living in the cave, Wu Jian finally made up his mind to take the risk of being beaten to death by Wu Yi, or half to death, and took the initiative to contact him. Wealth is moving, and it is still this priceless inscription, which is quite creative for martial arts cultivation.

Just as Wu Qing didn't realize the preciousness of the Divine Consciousness entering the Spirit Dwelling for Immortality, Feng Qing didn't realize the significance of the inscription to many mortals outside the Great Relic Continent. With the inscription, some mortals have the strength to rival that of cultivators.

Although this part of the people may eventually become like today's cultivators, at least it gives ordinary people an additional channel to ascend. The more of these passages, the better, because when there are more mortal supernatural possessions, the supernatural will no longer be supernatural.

Wu Gan never had the consciousness of being a savior, but simply saw that some cultivators were not very pleasing to the eye and wanted to put some mud on people's faces. Only a person like Wu Lonely can be called a savior or something. They don't ask for anything, and what they do may not be understood by many people, but that's what they do. It can only be said that this is a pure person, and this is the person who can enter the temple and establish a saint.

Wu Gen can't be a pure person, but he will subconsciously do similar things, but how much he can do it depends on his mood.

After breakfast, Wu Jian finally decided to contact Wu Yi. Silently chanting the mantra, the red rope gradually appeared. A whirlpool appeared in the stone chamber, swirling with snowflakes in it. Kun Zhenta let out a whining hum, as if to welcome the arrival of its master.

The whirlpool grew larger and larger, gradually forming an ellipse more than a person high. A faint back is visible, long hair dancing in the wind.

Goodong, Wu Yan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Wu Yi, let's discuss something." There was an old man who wanted to enter the spiritual dwelling, and I thought he was quite pitiful, so I allowed him for you. If you want to beat or scold, you can just yell at me. In order to fulfill the wish of a dying man, I am worthy of some sin."

Wu Yi slowly turned his head, and his blurred face gradually became clearer, "How much money did you charge?"

Wu Gan's neck shrunk and said, "I didn't ask for money." Seeing that Wu Yi was leaving, he hurriedly replied, "I received five inscriptions."

"You called me over for the sake of five pieces of garbage, and a small village elder dared to take the opportunity to threaten him, I don't think he wants to exist in the world." Wu Yi's tone was cold, and the murderous intention was complete.

Wu Yan became anxious when he heard this, and begged for mercy again and again, "Don't don't, I don't want the inscription, don't destroy other people's villages, it's a big deal that I will go back to Fuyu Mountain with you." As he spoke, he sat down on the ground dejectedly.

After a moment of silence, Wu Yi sighed lightly, "If you want these to share with me, I will let him give them to you, why bother so much."

Seeing that Wu Yi's tone was a little softened, Wu Yan said aggrievedly, "I'm a man, don't I want to trouble you. Around this floating jade mountain, there is still you to take care of. Far away, I can't rely on myself."

Wu Yi was speechless for a while, "Forget it, you call him in, just this once, not for example."

"Okay." Wu Gengteng jumped up, ran two steps and turned back, "When he came in, give me a little face."

"Don't be verbose, go quickly." Wu Yi's tone was not good, but his face was much more relaxed, and the corners of his mouth showed a slight imperceptible smile.

Wu Qian hurriedly ran to the outside of the cave and saw Feng Qingzheng standing in front of the cave with some anxiety, "Old Feng, Elder Feng, come with me."

Feng Qing's eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands and asked urgently, "Lord Convert, but you have agreed."

"Of course, don't you see who comes forward?" Wu Yan put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky, "Let's go, go in and be respectful, don't say too much, so as not to evil your lord."

"Thank you, Brother Wu, thank you, Lord Wu." Feng Qing was almost incoherent, bowed down and followed Wu Gan, and entered the cave together.

When he entered the cave, as soon as he saw Wu Yi, Feng Qing fell to his knees, kneeling forward, not even daring to raise his head, "Untouchable Feng Qing, meet Lord Convert."

After a long time, Wu Yifang opened his mouth coldly, and did not let the others get up, "What you ask Wu Yan has already told me that your soul power is not pure, originally

and there is no spiritual dwelling. Since there is Wu Gen as a guarantee, it is difficult to allow it. Three years later, someone will come and pick them up. As for Wu Gan's needs here, you have full authority to handle it, and you must not hide your personal interests. But I see."

"Understood, the untouchables understand, please rest assured." Feng Qing kowtowed again and again, ecstatic, and the anxiety of the past two days was swept away.

Wu Yi turned his head to look at Wu Gan, who was full of smiles and silently arched his hands.

"It's not going to work." Wu Yi snorted coldly, his body disappeared, and the whirlpool in the cave also turned into nothingness.

Wu Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead, let out a sigh, and finally coaxed this aunt away. In the future, I don't dare to summon people at will, and the soft rice is not delicious.

Slowly pacing in front of Feng Qing, who had been lying on the ground and didn't dare to raise his head, Wu Yan coughed, "Elder Feng, get up, the adults have already left."

Feng Qing raised his head and looked around, he was also sitting on the ground, panting heavily, without it, the momentum of the person who had just returned to the truth was too strong. After a cup of tea, he eased up, got up and held Wu Gan's hand, "Brother Wu, although I don't thank you for my great kindness, but the old man has this great opportunity this time, and I don't feel uneasy. Please wait a minute, little brother, and I'll fetch the remaining six inscriptions."

Wu Yan was stunned for a moment, "Aren't they two?"

Feng Qing patted his head, "Look at me, I'm so old and confused, I forgot that there are four more, people are old, and they are useless." As he spoke, he hurried to the backrooms.

Old fox, Wu Jian scolded secretly in his heart, dare to yin me, see how I clean you up.

Soon, Feng Qing took out six more soft silks and solemnly handed them over to Wu Gan's hands, "The key to cultivating inscriptions is to find something suitable for you, and you must not engrave them all in your body. In that case, the inscriptions will hedge against each other, and it will not only be difficult to exert their original power, but will even blow up the person. Remember, remember.

In addition, the inferior is tattooed on the outside, and the superior is tattooed on the inside. Generally speaking, they are tattooed on the skin, but the real masters, some tattoos are tattooed on the bones, some tattoos are tattooed on the human organs, and so on, but it depends on the use of oneself."

Wu Jian smiled secretly in his heart, what this old guy said at this time should be true. He probably was afraid that he would die and miss his great cause of immortality, so he told him left and right. Coming out of the cave, Feng Qing personally accompanied Wu Gen back to his residence, and only left after thanking him.

Bao Xiang surrounded him curiously, and pouted, "How does this old guy feel that he has suddenly become enthusiastic?"

Wu Gan took out these nine hard-won soft silks and distributed them to everyone. Walking in the village these days, witnessing the power of the inscription, everyone is also curious about it, I didn't expect Wu Gan to get back so much at once, and I couldn't help but step forward and look at it. Even the water can't hold back from the moon, so I think about it carefully.

On the way back, Wu Yan had asked Feng Qing to help find out Ye Ziming's whereabouts. Just take this time to figure out the use of inscriptions.

For three days in a row, Feng Qing was pulled by Wu Gan's side to explain the taboos and uses of inscriptions to everyone. Feng Qing solved the worries of life and death, and he looked at these things a little lightly, and naturally he was happy to teach them. On this day, several people were sitting around and discussing passionately, and a loud roar came from the wall.

Feng Qing got up suddenly, his expression was serious, "Sit down, I'll go and see what's going on, I'm afraid there is a foreign enemy making trouble." So saying, he hurried out and went out to inspect the situation.

Wu Gen and the others were naturally not too big of a deal, they glanced at each other, and followed Feng Qing down the mountain. As soon as he arrived at the foot of the mountain, he saw a person whose head was bleeding and ran over in a panic, "Great Elder, there is a strange woman outside the village, who is about to break in without saying a word, and the brothers who are guarding want to stop it, but they are beaten and fall off the wall. This woman is very powerful, and the weapons she uses are also strange, and everyone is a little overwhelmed."

"Waste, so many people can't stop a woman." Feng Qing was naturally full of majesty in front of his family, and turned his head to Wu Yan and said helplessly: "These little sons have not seen a war for a long time, which makes you laugh."

Shui Congyue was full of energy, and said without thinking: "Elder, it's better for us to get closer to the enemy, if you need Shui to fight, please command." After experiencing Fuyushan and his party, these days, Shui Congyue has always wanted to have a good fight with people.

"Okay, I'll need a lot of help then

The means of the honored guest." Feng Qing agreed, and led everyone to hurry to the place where the accident happened.

When they arrived at the wall, Wu Yan and the others couldn't help frowning. A large chunk of the heavy wall had collapsed, and some of the villagers were scurrying like headless flies, and Huyan was leading a group of people to fend off their opponents.

Outside the wall, a woman is holding on to the crowd. The woman was dressed in a black robe, with a light veil around her face, and her eyes were narrow and long.

At this time, the woman was standing on a half-moon-shaped cyan wheel, holding an ink sword with an extremely long hilt and a slender blade.

Seeing the woman's fierce attack, a tall villager roared, his body turned bronze, and he held a big stick that was full of feet, jumped high, and smashed down on the woman in the air. These are the four elders in the stockade, Wu Gan has also seen it, it seems that he is urging an inscription such as solid. According to what Feng Qing said, this inscription together is like a layer of armor, and ordinary swords can't break its skin.

The woman's body fell and flew under the ribs of the four elders on a round wheel. The sharp round wheel slid across its skin at high speed, only to see a flash of sparks, and there was only a shallow scar on its body, which was almost a tickle for the fat four elders.

The four elders laughed and landed, strode like flying, and attacked the woman again with a stick. Although no woman is as swift as electricity, fortunately, the long stick is extremely long, and it also forces the woman to flee into the air to avoid its edge.

The woman's brows frowned slightly, and she snorted, and her body slid in an arc like a swallow, falling rapidly from the air. The round wheels under his feet rub against the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

Seeing the woman coming, the four elders crossed their arms and swept across thousands of armies to meet the rapidly flying woman. But the other party did not dodge, and his body was flat and close to the round wheel, easily avoiding this powerful blow. The round wheel swept past a foot above the ground, and at the same time, the slender ink sword slid over the calves of the four elders, but it quickly flew upwards and flew high into the air again.

"Don't run." The four elders shouted loudly and stepped forward to chase. But just after running two steps, he suddenly fell to the ground, holding his legs and screaming. On the bronzed skin, two black lines appeared. The black lines quickly spread to both sides, and the skin on the calves of the four elders festered, giving birth to large bubbles, and black water flowed sideways. Soon, pieces of rotting muscles fell from the legs, and even the bones turned a little black.

What's even more frightening is that this black line still has an upward trend, if it reaches the chest and abdomen, I'm afraid that the person will be gone.

"Broke his leg." Feng Qing showed a look of anger and pointed at the four elders and shouted.

Everyone hesitated for a while, but Hu Yan was the first to react, holding a long knife, cutting off the legs of the four elders from their knees, and quickly dragged them away.

Wu Gen and Feng'er glanced at each other, their faces full of solemnity, "Adverse qi."