In front of the broken bone flute, Jiang Ming stood still, seemingly listening carefully, and his heart was full of ancient wells.

"Those few words back and forth......

Jiang Ming sighed lightly in his heart, when Li Yuankang and the others tried it just now, he had already heard it several times, but the words he heard back and forth only added up to more than 100 words, and he lacked a head and tail, obviously missing a lot of content.

And when he played in person, it didn't make a difference, and the words he heard were still those words......

"But this is already an unexpected joy, this hundred-word fragment is obviously related to refining blood qi, it seems to be a breathing method, go back and study it, maybe it will also be of great benefit to the foundation of martial arts!"

"Huh? It's not ......."

Jiang Ming's heart suddenly jumped, after he personally injected spiritual power and listened to the Dao sound again, the Dao sound in this bone flute suddenly disappeared, and he could no longer hear the hundred-word fragment, only the sound of whining remained, and there was not even a whisper.

"Could it be that after being urged to use the bone flute and hearing it completely, the sound of the Tao will disappear?"

Jiang Ming guessed wildly, then stopped his thoughts, the most important thing at this time was to stabilize the situation.

"Don't panic...... I didn't know that there was a sound in this bone flute......

Jiang Ming comforted himself in his heart, the more panicked he became, the more revealing he became, as long as he didn't panic, no one could see anything.

He continued to listen intently until it felt like the time was about the same as the others...... It was reluctant to retreat from the bone flute, shaking his head with an unwilling look of disappointment.

"I can't hear anything...... Jiang Ming sighed lightly, "Is it really my talent? Not enough chance?"

A few people behind him showed such a look, and Zhou Quan also smiled and comforted: "Daoist friends are not better than giving up on themselves, it seems that there is really nothing in this bone flute...... If any of you are interested in studying, I will sell it at a low price!"

Several people shook their heads in unison, no one wanted to waste spirit stones on this thing.

Jiang Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief, very good...... No one found the clue.

He glanced at the thoughtful one who looked very shrewd, and the other party was afraid that he would not think that his treasure would be scrapped like this......

"But only I can hear the voice, why? Could it be that this sound is related to martial arts, so that only those with high martial arts attainments can hear it?"

Jiang Ming said in his heart, but it was difficult to judge anything if he only encountered this bone flute.

"That's right...... That thundering bow!" Jiang Ming's heart moved: "If that bow is related to the Black Stone Ruins, is it also something brought out from the Black Stone Ruins, and was there a Dao sound attached to it in the first place...... Disappear only after being heard?"

He couldn't help but wonder if the forces of Fire Lotus Valley had mastered the Daoyin characters and fragments of many black stone relics......

However, there is no answer to these questions, unless Jiang Ming meets the people of Fire Lotus Valley again......

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After the treasure appreciation, it is time for the wine banquet to catch the wind......

In the afternoon, the scattered cultivation of the small thousand mountains was the farewell and departure.

On the flying wine gourd, Jiang Ming and a few others copied a copy of the foundation building perception purchased by the group, and they were all satisfied, and this harvest alone was a worthwhile trip.

"Thirty years later, the old man is going to fight for the blackstone ruins!"

In front of the wine gourd, Li Yuankang, who had been facing away from everyone, suddenly spoke, his voice was ethereal in the wind, but it contained a sense of firmness.

Several people were stunned together, no one knew Xiao Qianshan, Li Yuankang was the most chic person, uninhibited and free all his life, only loved fine wine, and did not like to fight with others, he was a good gentleman in Xiao Qianshan.

What kind of immortal dao chance, powerful cave mansion, Li Yuankang has never participated, why did he suddenly change his personality now......

"Only in the face of death can we know what to fear!" Li Yuankang muttered, his white hair dancing in the wind, and his chic and uninhibited figure looked a little awkward at this time......

The rest of the people just reacted, yes...... This good gentleman of Xiaoqianshan has no more longevity.

The world is fighting, who can really see life and death......

"Blackstone Ruins......" Jiang Ming muttered in his heart, a little

Waves......

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Canghui Mountains.

In the early morning, the mist fills the air.

Jiang Ming stood at the mouth of a cave, casually playing a set of boxing techniques.

His breathing, on the other hand, was very different from usual, more prolonged, and contained a special rhythm.

After a while, Jiang Ming's breathing suddenly became disordered, and he stopped his fist......

"This breathing method is really good, but unfortunately it is incomplete, and there is no external practice......

Jiang Ming shook his head, a little regretful.

That day, in the mutilated bone flute, what he obtained was an unknown martial arts refining body breathing method, and after returning to Hongyang City, he carefully felt and practiced for a few days, and then came to the Canghui Mountain Range to truly cultivate.

"This breathing method can't increase my blood qi, but it can refine my blood qi, making it more condensed and thick, even if it hasn't broken through the bottleneck, it makes my martial arts cultivation more condensed and powerful......

Jiang Ming took a few deep breaths, calmed down the boiling blood qi, and then waved his hand and slashed in the air.

Rumble......

A red blood burst out from his palm, turning into blood-colored and slashing out, like a red lightning piercing through the void, slashing straight out about forty zhang before it dissipated.

"When I didn't practice this breathing method, my blood strength could only cut out more than thirty zhang, and it has only been practicing for just over a month, and I have made such a huge progress!"

"But the condensation speed has gradually slowed down, but this is normal...... If the blood strength can cut more than fifty zhang, I am afraid that it will be difficult to meet an opponent in the Qi training period!"

For immortal cultivators in the Qi cultivation period, the attack distance of the spell is only twenty or thirty zhang, and even if there is a magic weapon blessing, it will never exceed fifty zhang......

Jiang Ming was a little frightened, he had been looking for a long time in Xiaoqian Mountain, and he had never seen such a powerful martial arts technique, but the incomplete breathing method was so powerful, if it was a complete exercise......

"That's definitely a martial arts foundation level or above!"

Jiang Ming took a deep breath, maybe he could still break through by collecting spiritual materials and elixirs to build a foundation for martial arts, but the exercises behind him were completely gone, but he didn't expect that he had encountered a clue now......

"I don't know how the Blackstone Ruins will develop, but it would be great if I could pick up some leaks when the time comes!"

Jiang Ming muttered in his heart, as for rushing directly into the Black Stone Ruins? That's impossible......

He stretched his waist and rode back to Hongyang City on his flying sword.

Tomorrow, it is the time to go back with a few Xiaoqianshan scattered cultivators, after more than a year of rectification, Xiaoqianshan is now completely stable, many people in the same way are rushing back one after another, the aura of Hongyang City is still too thin after all, it is okay to be free for a while, and the whole person who lives here for a long time is afraid that it will be wasted.

Jiang Ming is also going to take advantage of this time to go to the black market to see if he can find something, there are spirit stones in his pocket, why fight and kill the things that can be bought with spirit stones......

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Little Thousand Mountains.

Jiang Ming walked in the middle of the golden rice field, couldn't help but take a big breath, feeling the rich aura flowing through his body, and suddenly felt a lot more refreshed.

"Let's go home and have a look!"

Jiang Ming hurried back to Xiaoqingfeng with a familiar car, swept past the Lingtian under the mountain, and was about to return directly to his small courtyard, but with a light sigh, he landed on the edge of the Lingtian.

"Old Guzi?" Jiang Ming looked at the old man in front of him, his eyes were dull and dirty, and he almost didn't dare to recognize it.