Xiang Ming's injury this time was not serious, and he was in a coma for three days in the small medical hall in Xingye Town before he woke up.

Thanks to the secret medicine in his hand, he didn't fall ill because of serious injuries.

It's just that the blessings and misfortunes are relied on, and the misfortunes and blessings are lurking, this time the moment of life and death has finally made Xiang Ming's martial arts realm take a big step, and he has taken most of his legs from the shackles of the original peak of the hall realm, and now Xiang Ming has reached the level of a little grandmaster in terms of the martial arts realm.

After all, having experienced the true power of the Grandmaster Martial Artist, the body, meridians, and even the mind have all been greatly benefited.

The moment Xiang Ming opened his eyes, the essence of light in those eyes shot out like two light arrows, although it was restrained in an instant, it was still captured by Meng Juntong.

Even if an ordinary person has entered a half-step little grandmaster, if they want to truly achieve the realm of a little grandmaster, they still need to constantly polish their understanding, and even a small chance to achieve it.

But Xiang Ming is different, the channel leading to the grandmaster has been opened in this battle, and it will only take half a year at most, and he can smoothly become a veritable grandmaster master.

If he can become a little grandmaster at his age, it will definitely be a major event that can shake the rivers and lakes.

After all, the little grandmasters before the age of thirty are enough to be called the great talents of the heavens and the earth, and Xiang Ming is only twenty-five or sixteen at the moment, nearly five years earlier than the age of thirty.

From the Tang realm martial artist to the realm of the grandmaster is a hurdle, after crossing this hurdle, as long as the luck is not too bad, the qualifications are not too bad, becoming a great grandmaster is basically a sure thing.

This is just the length of time, some talents may be able to achieve it in three or five years, and some of the worse ones will be about the same in one or two decades.

Some people may ask why the number of great masters on the rivers and lakes is still so small now.

In the entire Seven Kingdoms before, counting the dead Baishui City Lanning, there were only about ten of them.

First, the number of great masters on the rivers and lakes is far more than that. Many of the great masters are mountain hermits, and they don't walk on the rivers and lakes at all.

Second, the vast majority of martial arts masters have entered the realm of grandmasters, and those with slightly better qualifications are like Da Chu's boxing saint Anjie, who is already close to the sixtieth armor, if their realm is not improved at this age, Shouyuan will not be able to survive.

Usually only the life span of the great grandmaster can exceed 100 years old, after all, he is a person who practices martial arts, and he cultivates himself against martial arts, which is different from the cultivator's pursuit of that long life, heaven and earth longevity.

In short, Xiang Ming gained a great opportunity between life and death this time.

Recently, Bai Yu has been taking care of Xiang Ming in the hospital, while Meng Juntong is running around.

Cheng Yu told Xiang Ming that Meng Juntong seemed to be looking for a Taoist temple, but even the old man who had been in Xingye Town for the longest time had never heard of any dilapidated Taoist temples around Xingye Town.

In this way, Meng Juntong searched for three days and found nothing.

Later, she gave up, but she started to do another thing, that is, to help Cheng Yu investigate the slaughtering case in Fan Yin's mansion.

Although Fan Yin's massacre of the whole family is already an ironclad case with conclusive evidence, Meng Juntong sees the dimension of this matter as different from these people, and she wants to find out the culprit who catalyzed Fan Yin's nightmare and made him lose his soul and kill people.

As a dreamer, it is not impossible to find traces of someone using similar dream-like abilities in the ethereal space.

For the next two days, Meng Juntong sat in Fan Yin's mansion every day.

Sometimes she meditates, sometimes she looks at qi, sometimes she summons the ancient lamp of the soul, and sometimes she performs a few obscure dream techniques.

Finally, on the third day, she ingested something resembling a dream medium's remnant in the midst of nothingness.

Meng Juntong was ecstatic, in the entire Xingye Town, in addition to using the dream technique himself, it was the real murderer behind him who used it. Eliminate your own dream power, and all that's left is the nightmare spell used by the murderer.

Meng Juntong placed that dream power in the Ming Soul Ancient Lamp, and the Ming Soul Ancient Lantern immediately emitted a misty white light.

Meng Juntong entered meditation, but his divine consciousness flashed to the bottom of the dream realm of the Ming Soul Ancient Lamp.

In the white bottom space, an ethereal and invisible humanoid smoke slowly rises.

Meng Juntong came to him, but he couldn't recognize the person's face.

It can only be seen that this person should be a woman, and the aura is different from Shaohua Dream City.

Since this remnant spirit does not involve the true spirit of the owner, it is difficult to trace it back to its origins.

But Meng Juntong was not without means, I saw her gently wave her sleeves, and suddenly spread out a large piece of paper behind the woman's phantom, and the next moment, Meng Juntong's right hand was raised virtually, and her thumb, index finger, and middle finger were in the shape of a pen, accompanied by a flash of golden light, and the Vientiane magic pen was summoned out by her.

The female remnant leaned on the huge picture scroll, without any movement, allowing Meng Juntong to swing and outline the lines on her body.

Vientiane Magic Brush has a special ability, and that is to draw souls.

Whether it is painting a dragon, the final key to painting a tiger is to give it a soul with a magic pen.

If there is no soul, the painting is just a painting, and even if the painting is like the real thing, there is not the slightest trace of soul qi in the end. If there is a soul, it is a mountain to be painted, a water is water, and all things in heaven and earth are outlined with one stroke.

Meng Juntong was condensed, one stroke was coherent, and the woman's body from top to bottom poured out from her pen little by little.

The moment Meng Juntong put away her pen and stood up, a woman with an elegant appearance and a dignified demeanor appeared in front of her.

Meng Juntong was slightly stunned, could it be this woman's nightmare technique.

But no matter how you look at it, she doesn't look like a bad person.

It is said that if you think about those terrible things every day, even if this appearance and posture will not be ugly, it will never have such an elegant and graceful feeling, at least it should give some gloomy feeling.

But there is nothing wrong with painting the soul of Vientiane, as long as this wisp of true spirit is really the remnant of that wisp of soul medium, the person who painted it must be the one who performs the dream technique.

Since I saw the true face of the woman's Lushan, whether it looks like it or not, it can be regarded as having eyebrows.

Meng Juntong put her hands together, and the scroll immediately shrunk into a painting scroll, and now she has already stood firmly in the fourfold illusion realm, and it is completely possible to concretize the things of the dream realm.

After leaving the dream, Meng Juntong took a painting scroll to the government office in Xingye Town, and she wanted to find out.