Chapter Seventy-Three: Cultivating Evil Spirits

Zhang Debiao stood on the square, looking at the rock hammer on the opposite side, and realized that his father was not only older than him when he left, but seemed to be a few years younger, and he couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

The average life expectancy of people in southern Xinjiang is not long, and 50 years old is already considered a day year, and the life expectancy is not long.

Rock Hammer is nearly forty years old, but instead of looking old, he is a few years younger, which shows that his fighting spirit should be cultivated to a subtle realm to prolong his lifespan.

"Abba's cultivation is one of the most profound mental methods in the Tanya Temple, this mental method begins to enter the realm slowly, but the foundation is solid, and the accumulation is thick, and the cultivation is in the back, the faster the entry into the realm. In the high and deep places, the fighting spirit is like the vast ocean, unfathomable!"

Zhang Debiao once heard the rock hammer mention it, although he hadn't read this cheats, but he already knew the effect of Canglan fighting spirit.

For his father's rock hammer, he admired it in his heart, the rock hammer did not know the role of spiritual power, nor did he have magical exercises such as Longmeng Bao Xiang Duel, let alone Zhang Debiao's kind of encounter, but he relied on talent and hard work to become a second-level brute fighter.

At this point, Zhang Debiao can't compare with the horse.

"If Abba also knew the effect of spiritual power on cultivation speed, then he would ...... now."

Thinking of this, Zhang Debiao couldn't help but shudder, the Rock Brute Hammer is now a second-level barbarian fighter, if his cultivation speed reaches a hundred times that of ordinary people, I am afraid that he is now also a master of the level of Baidilence and Yier.

"Aman, it's time to start!"

The rock hammer suddenly stepped forward, two or three steps away from a distance of more than ten meters, and the stick in his hand stabbed forward as a big gun, and at the same time, with a slight flick of his wrist, he pulled a stick flower, and the air crackled.

Zhang Debiao leaned sideways to block the shot, and the rock hammer snorted lightly: "Knife technique?"

"Abba, I've already given up the gun and the knife!" Zhang Debiao stepped forward, raised the stick and slashed it, and said with a smile: "The stick is the ancestor of a hundred soldiers, and it is not bad to use it as a knife!"

"Go out for a trip, and I am good at it, and I hope it is not the ability of the tongue. ”

The rock hammer let out a long laugh, and a clear sword more than two feet long suddenly appeared from the tip of the stick, like a blue spear head, and the marksmanship was immediately completely unfolded.

"Abba's fighting spirit is much deeper than mine!" The stick in Zhang Debiao's hand also suddenly burst out of a sword, although the length was only half a foot, but it was tenacious, and he immediately turned the defense into an attack.

"But the purity of the fighting spirit is not as good as mine, and the strength is not as good as mine!"

Although the two of them use a latte birch stick as a big gun, and the other as a long knife, the weapons are different, but they all take the road of opening and closing, rising and falling violently, hitting hard with hard, overcoming strong with strength, and the offensive is extremely hot!

The lame Langtu muttered: "I didn't expect Ah Man to actually become a second-level barbarian fighter, how long has he been out? With their current level, I can't take a single move......

The villagers below the square were stunned and cheered for the two of them, when an even louder voice sounded: "Ah Man beat him to death! Ah Man beat him to death!"

The villagers glared angrily at the source of the sound, only to see a tiger with wings lying on the edge of the square and screaming fiercely, they couldn't help but shiver, and said one after another: "This tiger, could it be the evil spirit in Knowlton Mountain?"

In the square, Zhang Debiao suddenly withdrew his hand and jumped out of the field: "Abba, don't fight!" The barbarian walked towards Brother Tai with a black face, grabbed the back of its head and knocked more than a dozen sticks. Brother Tai screamed again and again, and said with a smile: "Aman, I'm joking......"

The villagers all stayed on the spot, and even the rock hammer that had never changed his face and did not change his eyebrows was gasping, who in the audience did not know that Brother Tai, a scourge from the Norton Mountains? Now that he was being carried and beaten by Aman, could it be that Aman had already subdued this guy?

"Hit me on the head again, and I'll turn my face!" Brother Tai suddenly roared, and everyone shivered again: "It turns out that Aman hasn't completely subdued it yet......"

The lame man walked up to the rock and said with a smile: "Ah Man has grown up. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Would you like to say one more word? By the way, don't you throw away the stick when you're done?"

The rock hammer turned his head and left, the cripple hurriedly followed, and the two came to the outside of the village, and the rock hammer let go of his hand, only to see the iron birch stick explode with a snap, turning into thousands of filaments scattered in the air.

The cripple couldn't help but be taken aback, and the rock hammer gently spit out a breath of turbidity, and said: "His strength is too great, and he hasn't used all his strength yet, if I don't use the vicissitudes of fighting to protect the stick, I will make a fool of myself on the spot." Aman has grown up and is stronger than me, but I must not let him know that he is better than me in front of him!"

The lame Langtu pouted: "If you die to save face and suffer crimes, you will maintain your dignity as Lao Tzu!"

After returning to Manhammer Village to stabilize himself, Zhang Debiao calmed down and asked Tai Ge to take out the evil spirit holy book and read it carefully, and only after a while did he raise his head and close the holy scripture.

"The abyssal language that I'air taught me is true. ”

Zhang Debiao was in a complicated mood, he had been able to read this evil spirit tome and understand the meaning of it, it seemed that Yi Er did not use his hands and feet when he taught him the abyssal language, but the real abyss language.

The purpose of I'er teaching him the Abyssal Language was to make him run faster next time, so as not to be caught and killed by her, so that she would have to return to the Abyss Demon Domain to continue to be her evil spirit saintess.

In addition, there may be some other thoughts, but these thoughts, even the saint herself is not clear, just a hazy feeling in her heart.

"The Evil Spirit Sacred Book is worthy of being the fourth-ranked Dou Qi Method, with as many as twenty-four Dou Qi channels, compared with the meridian theory, the flaws of its Dou Qi Channels are minimal, not as big as the drawbacks of the Dragon Meng Treasure Elephant Duel. Moreover, these twenty-four Dou Qi Passages, the Dou Qi Channels I have opened up now can't be completely covered!"

After Zhang Debiao opened up the twelve canons, there were a total of twenty-four Dou Qi channels, so far, he had not encountered that kind of mental method that could go beyond the scope of these twenty-four Dou Qi channels, even the Longmeng Treasure Elephant Decisive was also included in the twelve canons, so he had not opened up the thirteen Dou Qi channels of the eight veins of the Qi Sutra.

But the Evil Spirit Sacred Book broke this rule, this exercise has thirteen Dou Qi channels that belong to the Twelve Righteous Scriptures, and the other eleven Dou Qi Channels belong to the Eight Veins of the Qi Sutra, if you want to cultivate the Great Red Heaven Demon God Decision in the Holy Scripture, you must open up the Eight Veins of the Qi Sutra.

"The fourth-ranked Evil Spirit Sacred Scripture is already so amazing, aren't those mental methods that are even higher in the top getting closer and closer to the meridian theory?" Zhang Debiao's eyes flashed, and his yearning couldn't help but arise spontaneously, and he said in his heart: "The first-ranked battle is said to be perfect, will it be exactly the same as the meridian theory?"

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