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Chapter 2: The Trouble in the Numpond Mén (Part II)

Although there will be meridians in the human head, the meridians of the head are closely connected with the soul, even if it was Wang Feng's soul back then, the soul of the head was not broken, if these meridians were broken back then, maybe the current Wang Feng would have turned into a pile of white bones.

Therefore, even Wang Feng was startled when he saw three yù knives rushing towards the top of his head, the back of his head, and his forehead, and he subconsciously wanted to dodge.

But unfortunately, the speed of these yù knives was too fast, and Wang Feng's movements had no effect at all, and in the end, he was directly pierced with three yù knives with large shapes that were even more different, and each one was almost half submerged into the skull.

In this case, Wang Feng was simply taken aback, if these yù knives went a little deeper, ten Wang Feng would also die on the spot.

Seeing that Wang Feng soberly endured all the one hundred and eight yù knives, whether it was the long-haired figure or the man surnamed Diao, he obviously sighed.

Over the years, they have really seen a lot of Split Sutra disciples who are so distracted.

"Okay, I'm going to start building the foundation, I must hold on."

After the long-haired figure finished speaking, he didn't see any movement from him, and the 108 blood sèyù knives on Wang Feng's body suddenly trembled.

In Wang Feng's perception, the first yù knife flowed out an abnormal energy that could not tell whether it was cold or warm, acid or numbness.

After these energies entered the body, there was no change, and there was not even any movement, and as soon as they appeared, they shrank directly into a ball and stopped in the cracked meridians.

However, Wang Feng had a feeling that these energies seemed to have sealed both ends of the meridians to which they belonged.

In addition, these meridians have shrunk significantly, and the distance between each split meridian has been significantly longer.

The process of building the foundation is very strange, but there is no danger, the most dangerous thing about building the foundation is actually the initial moment, but most of the meridians in Wang Feng's body have been broken, and Wang Feng has had similar pain meridians, and the body and soul have been able to withstand the impact of this pain.

Therefore, Wang Feng also completed this strange set of cracking scripture foundation very smoothly.

Different from the previous knife, the process of detaching the yù knife from the body is very fast, and each time the yù knife is separated from the body, the seven thin men have to push, róu, rub, and wipe the wound for a while, especially after the knife is drawn, and they have to apply a foul-smelling ointment.

Wang Feng didn't faint when he split the menstrual period before, but this ointment almost knocked Wang Feng over directly, which scared the man surnamed Diao and the others for a while.

The 108 yù knives were all separated from the body, whether it was Wang Feng, the long-haired figure, or the seven thin men, they all sighed, and only the four giant brothers knew nothing about the danger.

"Okay, it's done, as long as Brother Xiǎo recuperates for a while, he can directly start the cultivation of the Fu Di Jue."

The words of the long-haired figure were obviously much easier, although Wang Feng's existence would not be of much help to Numchi Mén in the future, and it was impossible to have much achievement in the cultivation of the Fudi Jue, but having a sealer would still be very helpful for the rise of Numchi Mén in the future.

Therefore, the long-haired figure is from the bottom of his heart, and he does not want Wang Feng to have an accident in the process of cracking the meridian and building the foundation.

"You will send the xiǎo brothers to the Jiazi No. 1 Courtyard, and in the future, it will be used exclusively by the xiǎo brothers."

The man surnamed Diao was obviously stunned when he heard the words of the long-haired figure, but at this time, the long-haired figure continued: "No, you stay, I have something to tell you, and the xiǎo brothers will be sent by you." ”

Wang Feng was completely weak at this time, and finally let the other six thin men carry him up the cliff, and the man surnamed Diao finally stayed.

Obviously, he is the one who does not fight.

The surname is Diao, but the name is not martial?

Wang Feng thought about it for a while, and didn't pay too much attention to it, obviously the acting mén master of the swamp pond was called Diao Buwu.

On the cliff, Wang Feng went directly to the back of the four giant brothers.

When Wang Feng and the others followed one of the six thin men to the bottom of a stone mountain, he understood what kind of place Jiazi No. 1 Courtyard was.

Looking at the dilapidated but at least intact large courtyard in front of him, the thin man who brought Wang Feng and the five people here spoke: "This is Jiazi No. 1 Courtyard, the largest and best guest courtyard in my swamp pond, this place will be yours in the future, but the servants and disciples in the courtyard have been completely dismissed, and you have to recruit people yourself if you want to sort it out." ”

Although this Jiazi No. 1 courtyard can be called dirty, Wang Feng is extremely satisfied, because there is a courtyard on the entire stone mountain, and although this stone mountain is not high, when he came up, he found that only one road in front of the mountain can go up the mountain, and the other three sides are all cliffs, which is definitely the most suitable residence for sealers or array magicians.

Obviously, the long-haired figure had thought about this question before.

"Don't worry, senior, I'll arrange it."

As one of the only eight disciples in the swamp pond today, the thin man naturally would not be unclear about Wang Feng's identity, and when he heard it, he smiled directly and said: "The predecessors don't dare to be, in the future, you can just call me Lao Gui, they all call me that." ”

The left tuǐ of the old gui is significantly shorter than the right tuǐ, which may be the origin of the name.

Wang Feng was not polite, and said with a smile: "Then please take care of the old brother in the future." ”

Lao Guan smiled and nodded, and said, "Don't worry, there are only a few of us left in this swamp pond, and there will be many opportunities to get along in the future." ”

After that, Lao Guan didn't stay any longer, with Wang Feng's 80,000 purple gold coins, the swamp pond mén can be said to have re-injected vitality, and each of them had important things to do, and they didn't care about chatting with Wang Feng at this time.

Wang Feng was not very embarrassed about the situation in the swamp pond. If the Numpond Mén was placed under the background of the Numpool Sect, the Numchi Mén would never lack that small amount of 80,000 purple gold coins, even if this purple gold coin was indeed very precious in the dimensional world.

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In fact, at the same time that Wang Feng left the cliff, the platform had already begun to talk about him.

"Master, are you too kind to this Wang Feng?"

The long-haired figure didn't immediately answer Diao Buwu's words, but just asked lightly: "Tell me how you plan to use that batch of wasteland?" ”

As soon as he heard the barren gold, Diao Buwu was obviously much more energetic, "Ancestor, I'm going to exchange them for purple gold coins tomorrow, and then ~~~~"

But before he could continue, the long-haired figure suddenly shouted angrily: "Ignorance~~~"

As soon as he heard this, Diao Buwu immediately shut up.

"What do you want to do with the Purple Gold Coins? Repair mountain mén? Or buy yào agent? Or are you going to buy a weapon to go to the Demon Sea to hunt treasures? ”

Diao Buwu didn't respond again, but he knew very well how big this ancestor's temper was.

"Then Master, what should we do?"

The long-haired figure seemed to raise his head and let out a long sigh, and then suddenly said to Diao Buwu: "Tomorrow, you take out half of the barren gold and personally send it to the tear pond mén, jiāo to the lord of Yayue mén." ”

"Why?" Diao Buwu was obviously in a hurry.

The eyes of the long-haired figure under the long hair obviously showed a hint of hatred for iron and steel, and it took a while before he spoke: "Do you know why my swamp pond mén is not as good as the next generation after I arrived at this demon sea plane? Do you know why the ancestors of the past generations have not been able to regain the position of suzerain that originally belonged to our swamp pond mén? ”

"It's not that the other eight mén have joined forces to suppress our swamp pond mén, as long as we have money, we will be able to buy the best yào medicine and receive the best disciples, sooner or later, we will make them look good."

"Stupid"

If the long-haired figure still hated iron and steel, then at this time, it was obvious disappointment. However, at the same time, he was also deeply helpless.

The current swamp pond mén is simply a dwarf lieutenant general, otherwise how could the position of the lord of mén fall into the hands of a disciple who can't even completely support the foundation of the split scripture.

Diao Buwu closed his mouth again.

The long-haired figure then continued: "The decline of Numchi Mén is not entirely due to the suppression of the other eight méns, nor is it because we can't recruit excellent disciples, but this Demon Sea Plane is not suitable for my Numchi Mén disciples at all. ”

Speaking of this, the long-haired figure suddenly sighed and said, "You should know very well that only by stepping on the land can I truly exert its great power, and I am not afraid of the special xìng of ten thousand laws, but what about the Demon Sea plane?" The endless demon sea is simply the Jedi of my swamp pond mén. ”

Diao Buwu also seemed to understand, and couldn't help asking, "Then why don't we leave the Demon Sea Plane?" The fifth-level plane is not good, we just go to a fourth-level plane. ”

The long-haired figure ignored Diao Buwu, and finally said directly: "There is naturally a reason for this, you don't need to worry about these things for the time being, you just need to send half of the barren gold to the tear pool." ”

"Remember, you must personally give it to Lord Yayue, and you don't want anyone else to let them see this batch of wasteland?"

Although Xi Buwu was full of strangeness, he finally nodded, speaking of which, now he is just an acting mén master, if it weren't for the long-haired figure who couldn't leave this mountaintop platform, how could this mén lord position fall on one of his original miscellaneous disciples.

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Wang Feng didn't know anything about the situation on the top of the mountain, and for the infighting of the Swamp Pond Sect, to be honest, Wang Feng didn't care, in his opinion, as long as he learned the trick of lying down and solved the problem of his body, he was still ready to return to the Tianyi plane, after all, in his opinion, it was suitable for him to live.

As for this kind of advanced plane similar to the Middle Ages, although it was obvious that the vitality in the plane was much stronger, and the effect of cultivation on weekdays was much stronger, this kind of backward plane with no cars and no network, especially without perfect laws, really made Wang Feng feel a little uncomfortable.

It felt like returning from a civilized world to a primitive tribe.

The next day, Wang Feng's body was obviously much better, especially the wounds on his body, which actually began to heal.

In fact, these wounds are not deep, but each of these wounds is connected to the meridians, and before they heal at all, even Wang Feng does not dare to move casually, what if something goes wrong.

But it was precisely because of this that for a whole day, Wang Feng couldn't feel any vitality in his body at all.

In the past, although Wang Feng's meridians were also completely broken, at least, he could still feel the effect of the external plane's Yuan Qi on the meridians, but now, Wang Feng even had a feeling of being completely insulated from all kinds of Yuan Qi in the plane.