The wind came as promised, and as soon as he came into contact with the wind, the two calves of Youlan Mu suddenly tensed, and he was secretly shocked in his heart, "What a big wind!" He hid behind the old man all the way and there were stones on his body, he didn't exactly feel the wind in the valley, and now he immediately felt the power of the wind when he faced the wind alone, as if he was standing alone on a rock and colliding with the torrent head-on.

Only one breath of work Youlan Mu was swept off the stone pillar by the wind, the earth-shaking dizziness made Youlan Mu's heart jump, falling from a height of hundreds of meters There was only one way to die, suddenly a rough hand grabbed his collar from above, Youlan Mu squinted and looked up, and the old man grabbed the edge of the rock with one hand and grabbed him who fell with the other.

The old man pulled him back onto the stone pillar with a fierce force, and when Youlan Mu came back from his panic, he found that there was an extra rope around his waist at some point, and the other end of the rope was tied to the stone pillar.

"The next time I fall, I'll climb up on my own... Ahem. The old man said with his back tilted back and did not look back.

Youlan Mu sneered, this old man looked stubborn, but he was not so dead-eyed. In a hurry, the second strong wind howled, and Youlan Mu was unexpectedly swept down the stone pillar by the strong wind again.

The sunset is gradually slanting, the sunset is in the west mountain, Youlan Mu holds his tired body back to the leaky cave, and in the whole afternoon, Youlan Mu does not know how many times he has been blown off the stone pillar, he feels that his small waist is going to be pulled off by the rope, and the mountain wind in the valley is like a knife to blow the skin for a while. [

In the cave, Youlanmu was tired of lying on the bed, and the old man used a brush to dip the slimy black slime in the barrel and smeared it on Youlanmu's body, and every time the brush crossed the skin, there would be a hot pain, followed by a refreshing cold feeling.

This mucus is very magical, and it will eliminate the tiredness of the body after each application, and it also has the effect of strengthening muscles and bones. The fact that he was able to lift hundreds of pounds of boulder in just a dozen days was also due to this slime.

"Old man, what is this black plaster?" Youlan Mu was lying on the stone bed enjoying the spicy and cool massage, and asked in a daze with her eyes closed.

"It's wurm blood." The old man carefully brushed Youlan Mu's back, not costing a drop of wurm blood.

"Dragon's Blood?!" Youlan Mu opened his eyes in surprise, and his lying body also stood up, but he was stepped on back by the old man.

"Lie on your stomach, don't move." The old man stepped on Youlan Mu's shoulder and brushed his back carefully.

You Lanmu didn't expect that after asking for several days, the old man who had been tight-lipped would suddenly tell him what the black slime was, which was even more surprising than knowing the blood of the wurm.

"Who the hell are you, old man?" Youlan Mu asked without leaving a trace, if he wanted to set the old man, who knew that the old man began to be silent again, which made Youlan Mu feel like he had nowhere to start, he couldn't beat it, he couldn't escape, and he couldn't ask a fart.

The old man brushed Youlan Mu's back, took out a slightly smaller brush and began to smear Youlan Mu's two arms, looking at the black lines of equal thickness across the arms, Youlan Mu praised, "I don't see that your hands are quite steady, and the straight lines are straighter than a ruler." ”

The old man was still silent, and it wasn't until he finished smearing all of Youlan Mu's hands that he spit out a sentence: "After the medicinal power of the wulong blood is absorbed, meditate immediately, if you can't break the seal, don't think about returning to the original realm in your life." ”

Youlan Mu's relaxed face suddenly sank, the old man had told him that the seal on his body was "Phantom Dragon Nine Seal", which was a kind of ground-level sealing technique, which was one level higher than the Xuan-level Double Lion Fist he cultivated, and its role was to help the cultivator seal the power in his body, and by constantly accumulating strength, he could achieve qualitative change and open the golden avenue to Jindan Avenue.

Of course, this sealing technique also has a function, that is, to isolate the seal, isolate the connection between the Northern Stygian Ice Flame and the outside world, seal the black runes, and prevent people with intentions from using the method of heavenly machine calculations to find him.

You Lan Mu didn't know if what the old man said was true or false, but the two words Jin Dan were still very attractive to You Lan Mu, which was also the reason why he resisted less.

Youlan Mu sat cross-legged on the stone bed and began to meditate, because the dark blue ghost pattern was also sealed by the nine seals of the phantom dragon, so Youlan Mu's sense of the surrounding aura was very weak, fortunately, the old man had a lot of private goods, during this time he was using the elixir given to him by the old man to cultivate, and the spiritual power gathered into the dantian like a trickle, and was swallowed by the dragons.

Seeing Youlan Mu meditating and cultivating, the old man silently took out the talisman pen and brand-new talisman paper and began to draw the talisman.

Time passed little by little, Youlan Mu stayed in the Cold Wind Valley for three full years, and the sealed dantian was still not opened, but his strength had increased a lot, and his skin had become a little dark and rough, and now he was able to stand on the top of the stone pillar for three hours without falling, let alone lifting a thousand catties of boulders.

In the middle of the wind tuyere, the horse is tied to the horse, enjoying the pain when the cold wind blows across his cheeks, the wind in the cold wind valley is indeed a little different from the outside world, it is more manic and intense, it is this narrow spiral mountain that makes it so ferocious, the wind blows into the valley from the outside, and rotates along the mountain like a sharp arrow out of the bow, spinning out.

Sometimes Youlan Mu looked at the swirling canyon, and even wondered if the spiritual power would increase its attack power if it was also spiraling when it was exported to the outside of the body. This kind of spiral impact is different from the superimposed impact of the battle battle, and Youlan Mu can't say who is superior and who is inferior, so he can only put this idea aside for now.

"The liquid medicine is ready, cough cough, come and apply it." The old man stood at the entrance of the cave and beckoned to Youlan Mu, and then retreated into the cave. In the past three years, the old man seems to be getting older, and his cough is getting worse and worse, and as his physical condition becomes worse and worse, he is more and more concerned about Youlan Mu's cultivation.

Youlan Mu jumped directly from the tip of the stone pillar to the entrance of the cave, and walked in from the side of the big stone, the big stone at the entrance of the cave has already been changed from the original 300 catties to the current 1,200 catties, this is the largest stone that Youlan Mu can find nearby, it is not only the windshield stone of the cave entrance, but also the weightlifting stone that Youlan Mu usually uses to practice.

"Wipe this on your body." The old man handed Youlan Mu a bucket of green juice, as early as three years ago, the Wulong blood was used up, and now Youlan Mu is using the refining body juice that the old man configured from an ancient recipe, although the effect is far inferior to the Wulan blood, but it is also much stronger than the medicinal liquid distributed by Cold Wind Valley every month.

Of course, everything that Youlan Mu uses now is drawn by the old man with a talisman pen, and the old man sells talismans in exchange for materials, and then uses the juice configured by the materials to be used by Youlan Mu for cultivation. Sometimes Youlan Mu even suspected that this old man was his long-lost relative, otherwise why would he put so much effort into him, and he had not asked for anything in return until now.

While smearing the foul-smelling juice on her body, Youlan Mu made up her mind that she must have a good talk with this mysterious old man tonight. (.. )