On the northwest side of the temple, in the courtyard of a certain patio.

Wen Tianzuo retracted his bow to his back, pulled out the war knife at his waist with his backhand, and slashed open the chest of the giant under his feet, gouging out a pale golden heart.

A look of extreme excitement and ecstasy appeared on his face.

This heart, which contains abundant spiritual energy essence, is simply the supreme tonic.

He has been stagnant for many years, and he has never been able to go further.

The luck in the southeast of Lizhou is extremely thin, and it is impossible to achieve the appearance of a heavenly immortal realm, for such a statement, Wen Tianzuo does not believe it at all.

In his opinion, not being able to become a heavenly immortal is either the problem of the cultivator himself, or the lack of aura.

After all, as everyone knows, the aura of Lizhou is thin.

Therefore, Wen Tianzuo never thought that there was a problem with his cultivation qualifications, so the rest could only be because of insufficient aura.

If you get this kind of good thing at this moment, how can you let it go easily.

Not to mention eating hearts, even if they devour souls, they are not less than soldiers.

Otherwise, where does the Dharma come from?

Wen Tianzuo held the huge pale golden heart in both hands, and a red flame suddenly erupted from his palm.

Daomen practice, after forming a primordial infant, can cultivate true fire, which can not only be used to fight the enemy, but can even be used to refine items.

At this time, the fire used by Wen Tianzuo was obviously similar to this.

As the red flames burned, wisps of black smoke continued to rise, and the pale golden heart shrank until it became a golden ball the size of an egg.

It wasn't until there was no trace of black smoke that Wen Tianzuo collected the red flame in his palm, pinched the golden vitality, watched it carefully for a moment, and then raised his head and prepared to swallow it.

"If I were you, I wouldn't eat this. ”

A flat voice sounded outside the courtyard.

Wen Tianzuo was startled, the action of swallowing in his hand stopped, and he suddenly turned around.

The middle-aged scholar stood indifferently outside the courtyard.

Wen Tianzuo's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he smiled, "Who should I be, it turned out to be the master of the Cao Academy, I don't know what you have to say this." ”

The surname of the head of Qinghu Academy is Cao, his name is Mengsheng, and he is a Legalist monk.

Although it is one of the three major offerings of the same Oizumi Dynasty, many times it is only in name.

Qinghu Academy is notoriously impartial.

Even if it was the last time he encircled and suppressed the old mountain lord of Xiangyun in Daning, Cao Mengsheng only demarcated the scope of the battlefield with the law, and didn't care about anything else.

And this time, if it weren't for the Ancient Secret Realm, which had something to do with cultivation, he would definitely not have been involved in their group.

Cao Mengsheng said calmly: "I don't dare to teach you, I just kindly reminded you, I have already said what I should say, and the rest is your own business." ”

Wen Tianzuo glanced at the golden ball in his hand and frowned slightly.

Neither spoke.

Cao Mengsheng didn't pay attention to Wen Tianzuo's thoughts at all, and instead began to look at the patterns on the courtyard building.

In a moment, a sound of Adam's apple surging sounded.

Cao Mengsheng shook his head imperceptibly.

"Master Cao, if you don't want these things, can you transfer your aura essence to me?" Don't worry, Wen can give you a satisfactory price!"

Wen Tianzuo exhaled slowly and said with satisfaction.

At this time, he could clearly feel the warm sun shining in his abdomen.

The whole body is like soaking in a hot spring, and it is extremely comfortable.

When Cao Mengsheng heard his words, he stopped looking at the pattern's movements, and then said without looking back: "Yes! ”

Wen Tianzuo immediately frowned, and quietly looked at the middle-aged scholar who was facing away from him.

The temple was silent, and suddenly a cold wind blew.

"Have you thought about it?"

Cao Mengsheng looked at the vine leaves blown by the wind, and suddenly spoke.

With these words, the wind stopped.

Wen Tianzuo laughed loudly: "I can't imagine that you, a scholar, are actually interested in flying swords, so Wen will do this favor, why don't you pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other!"

Cao Mengsheng slowly turned around, took out a bamboo skewer from his arms, and handed it out.

Wen Tianzuo tilted his head slightly, "Wen doesn't like to joke very much!"

Cao Mengsheng said: "I don't like to joke either. Five main roads, except for the stone gate that can't be entered, the rest of us chose one by one, my strength is not stronger than you, and I may not be able to kill these monsters before you. ”

Wen Tianzuo was slightly puzzled, "So?"

Cao Mengsheng continued: "So I trapped that thing, and if you want to kill him, you can do the same. ”

Wen Tianzuo looked at him quietly and didn't say a word.

After a while, Cao Mengsheng was about to take back the bamboo sticks and said something irrelevant.

"You and I are not the only ones who have entered here. ”

Wen Tianzuo immediately hooked his hand, and the bamboo stick flew into his hand, and then he patted his waist.

A wisp of white light popped out in an instant.

Cao Mengsheng waved his sleeves, and a page flew out, wrapped in the white mang, and then retracted into his sleeve.

Wen Tianzuo strode out, and when he passed by the middle-aged scholar, his footsteps stopped.

He was silent for a moment and said, "Wen remembers!"

Cao Mengsheng still looked at the patterns on the stone pillar, and responded indifferently, "You're welcome." ”

Since the words are not speculative, there is no need to say more.

Wen Tianzuo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he strode away.

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On a high platform.

The two figures, large and small, kept colliding together, fierce and swift.

Ning Baifeng did not use the Suwen Sword, but purely fought against Zhao Shuo at this time with his fists and feet.

Bang bang bang!

The thick sound of fists smashing against flesh resounded through the mountains.

At this time, Zhao Shuo was already going crazy, punching and kicking all subconsciously, and without any scruples, only attacking and not defending, and only resisting with his body.

Faced with such a situation, Ning Baifeng could only attack with all his strength, and every punch was attacked with sword intent.

This kind of fighting method not only hits Zhao Shuo's physique and consumes his physical strength, but also can also cooperate with sword intent attacks with pain to awaken his sanity.

However, this approach also has drawbacks, that is, it will drive Zhao Shuo more and more crazy.

Because of the pain, it is easy to make people crazy.

Moreover, attacking his divine soul with sword intent must be strictly controlled, otherwise with Zhao Shuo's current state, it is very likely that he will plan his divine soul if he is not careful, and then there will only be a sentence left of the body.

So at this moment.

Ning Baifeng had to be careful with every punch, for fear that the sword intent attack would be too strong and hurt Zhao Shuo's soul.

This kind of combat method is more tiring than pure and unscrupulous punching.

Therefore, Ning Baifeng was already sweating profusely.

As an opponent, Zhao Shuo kept roaring, but there was nothing he could do.

The figure of Tsing Yi Dou Li's speed is too fast, and he often gets hit in the next place on his body without waiting for him to punch him.

Therefore, the current scene is like a circle of cyan shadows around the giant.

When Ning Baifeng hit Zhao Shuo's back and spine with a punch, Zhao Shuo in the middle of the punch pounced forward, and then turned around unexpectedly and punched hard.

Since the beginning of the battle, Zhao Shuo has always been blind and has no rules at all, but now this move obviously has on-the-spot martial arts.

Ning Baifeng's eyes lit up.

But at this moment of stunnedness, the huge fist directly smashed on the bamboo hat above Ning Baifeng's head.

There was a thud.

Ning Baifeng was directly beaten and withdrew.

Receiving this heavy blow, although his mind was slightly dizzy, he suddenly burst out laughing.

At this moment, he knew that the punches he had controlled with all his might had finally worked.

The blow just now was most likely caused by Zhao Shuo's subconscious.

Since the subconscious mind will wake up, will it be far from the real consciousness awakening?

Fortunately, after suffering for so long, all the efforts have finally paid off, and he can't help but be so happy.

Since it works, let's take the hot iron again!

Ning Baifeng, who was in retreat, stomped his foot heavily.

The stone bricks on the ground instantly exploded into a large pit, and the rubble was scattered everywhere.

While his figure stopped retreating, he instantly rushed out again.

This time, Ning Baifeng's punch was more swift, and the landing point of the fist was no longer a random place on his body, but it was the location of all the points in his body, and at the same time, he used his sword qi to stab his acupoints and qi.

In this way, Ning Baifeng was even more stressed.

After all, several means go hand in hand, and it is necessary not to be injured or disabled, which can be said to be intertwined with mental strength, force, and strength at the same time, such a situation, Ning Baifeng feels that it is not inferior to the battle with Ji Nian at all.

As the fists landed more and more, Zhao Shuo subconsciously punched more and more. Several times he even used strange martial arts postures, narrowly hitting Ning Baifeng again.

After continuous beating, Zhao Shuo's moves became clearer and clearer, and the unconscious roar in his mouth also decreased accordingly.

When Ning Baifeng fought against Zhao Shuo again.

An abundant true qi internal energy rushed out from Zhao Shuo's fist, and a violent wave of energy exploded on the fists of the two of them.

With this situation, the following fights are more and more ferocious.

If there is a heavy drum beating on the high platform.

The majestic energy set off gusts of wind and swept through the mountains.

The clock is ticking.

Ning Baifeng began to feel that his body was slightly sour, and he was even slightly astringent when he punched.

This change is extremely small, but in the eyes of Ning Baifeng, who has extremely keen perception, it is extremely clear.

However, the current Zhao Shuo was at a critical moment, and he couldn't stop at all, but even if he could, Ning Baifeng was not very willing.

So he still didn't hesitate to punch.

Ning Baifeng was tired, but he could also clearly feel that Zhao Shuo's boxing style was getting smoother and smoother, but compared with the initial momentum and strength, it was like two people.

In the current situation, the two have fallen into an impasse in internal friction.

Even though his face was gradually pale at this time, Ning Baifeng still punched like the wind, punching out one punch after another.

And Zhao Shuo, who was huge, gradually began to sway left and right. Even the scarlet blood in the eye sockets gradually tended to dim.

Such a situation has obviously entered the last moment.

When the blood glittered in Zhao Shuo's eyes, he let out an angry shout again, and then punched more vigorously than before, pressing out the qi wave and sonic boom, and hit it hard.

Boom!!!

Crazy waves of air blew out like a strong wind, sweeping in all directions.

Ning Baifeng took three steps back.

After taking the dissolving punch, he rushed out again, and then punched the opponent right in the eyebrow.

With this punch, Ning Baifeng had all his strength in the heart of the fist.

There was a bang.

Two figures lay on the ground.

One gasped violently, the other silently.