The alchemy room was burned, and all the plants turned into ashes, so the alchemist asked Pang Qiushui to need some disciples to go to the Honglingxiu Mountains to pick precious plants.

So Pang Qiushui ordered some of his brilliant disciples to go to the Red Lingxiu Mountain Range, of course, the alchemist had told them about the appearance characteristics of almost all the precious plants before they picked them, but he did not tell them about the medicinal properties.

Pang Qiushui felt that he had been in the mountains for too long and lacked a personal experience of the outside world, despite the large number of eagles and dogs.

So Pang Qiushui and his disciples went together, halfway through, Pang Qiushui and his disciples separated, the purpose of his trip was to understand the rivers and lakes, not to collect medicine, so Pang Qiushui decided to walk the rivers and lakes alone, and only followed Shen Jingkun alone.

Pang Qiushui, who did not have a disciple to follow, was in a good mood, he and Shen Jingkun became farmers, wandering around wantonly, when do you want to go back, and then go back, there are really not many days of idle clouds and wild cranes.

When the two passed by the Demon Dragon Cliff, they saw a monk and a young storyteller staying together, and there was a small pool next to it, the depth was unknown, the water surface was turbid, churning, like a boiling oil pot.

The monk and the young storyteller talked and laughed, staring at the waterhole beside them.

Pang Qiushui is also a clear-eyed person, and he can see through the monk at a glance that he is indeed a real monk, but this young storyteller is indeed the same as them, and he is also disguised.

Pang Qiushui asked politely, "Master, the weather is slightly hot, and there are no big trees to shade the sun, what are you sitting here for?"

"Amitabha, a monk and a storyteller together, what else can you do, listen to books, what if the weather is hot, this place is bright, and you can enjoy the vista. The monk said.

"Uncle, let's go, it's just a boring couple. Shen Jingkun said according to the predetermined title, and he didn't see that the storyteller was pretending at all.

Pang Qiushui interrupted him: "How can you be so unreasonable to the master." Pang Qiushui continued, "This is the little nephew, the master is not strange. ”

"It's all right!" replied the master with a wave of his hand, his eyes fixed on the waterhole.

There must be something strange about this waterhole, Pang Qiushui slowly walked towards the waterhole, wanting to see what was going on.

The monk blocked Pang Qiushui's path and ordered the young man who told the story: "Jump into the waterhole quickly!"

The storyteller listened and without hesitation jumped into a pool of water that looked like a pot of oil, but the pool was not deep, and the water reached only the young man's chest when he jumped in.

Suddenly, Pang Qiushui and Shen Jingkun both saw an amazing scene, the young man who told the story originally had a large burn old scar on his neck, but after jumping into the pool, all the old scars disappeared, and the skin on his neck returned to its original state.

Not only that, but the young storyteller's whole body was stirred with a faint purple light, which was a sign of the rapid rise of internal force, and almost anyone who practiced martial arts could see it.

Pang Qiushui no longer hesitated, and rushed towards the pool, and the monk once again blocked Pang Qiushui's way.

"What do you want to do?" the monk asked.

"Just want to see the waterhole. Pang Qiushui replied.

"Not allowed!" the monk did not give an inch.

Pang Qiushui said: "Then I want to see it!"

The two slapped each other in the air and flew out to both sides, Pang Qiushui felt a burst of heat in his chest, his arm was really ** by the palm just now, and the true qi in his body was stirred up one after another, and there was a feeling that he was about to gush out, Pang Qiushui sat cross-legged and began to heal quickly.

The monk's situation was worse than Pang Qiushui's, he spit out a mouthful of thick blood, and also began to meditate to heal his wounds, the yellow light above his head flickered, obviously Pang Qiushui's palm disrupted the true qi, causing the true qi to swim poorly, so the light appeared from time to time, if the true qi could not be opened, it might cause the meridians to be disordered, and the seven orifices would bleed.

The monk's eyes were closed, his face was covered with beads of sweat, and his hands were shaking.

Shen Jingkun thought to himself: The snipe and the clam compete, and the fisherman profits. He rushed to the waterhole in a few steps, pulled the young storyteller out of the waterhole with one hand, and the two fought.

Shen Jingkun brandished a long sword, the storyteller's martial arts were still much lower than Shen Jingkun's, and in the time of half a cup of tea, Shen Jingkun ended the storyteller with the style of "Hanmu Yi Chunhua".

He jumped into the pool, the pool was comfortable and uncomfortable alternately, when comfortable, Shen Jingkun felt that the internal force was constantly accumulating, when it was uncomfortable, the meridians were constantly expanding, the larger the cross-section of the meridians, the stronger the output of martial arts, the greater the power of the use of weapons, and the faster the physical strength and internal force recovered.

After a cup of tea, Pang Qiushui and the monk were still meditating, and it seemed that the injury had not yet recovered, which made Shen Jingkun cheaper.

Suddenly, Shen Jingkun felt that his bones had changed, and a snake-like thing with the thickness of a calf swirled and swam around him, and the speed was very fast.

Shen Jingkun fixed his eyes and saw that this was not a snake, it had claws, it was a dragon, this dragon was swimming faster and faster, the water surface stopped rolling, and it became a whirlpool, and Shen Jingkun heard the sound of his bones being reorganized and misconnected.

The nine-foot-long dragon suddenly burrowed into its body from a joint at the bottom of its spine and became part of its spine.

Shen Jingkun felt a sense of explosion in his body.

Shen Jingkun began to exercise, and suddenly dragon horns grew on the top of his head, dragon scales grew on the surface of his body, and vast purple qi filled his surroundings, and finally the dragon scales and dragon horns disappeared.

Shen Jingkun jumped out of the pool, and the pool suddenly became no different from an ordinary pool, no longer like an oil pot, and it was crystal clear.

At this time, Pang Qiushui opened his eyes first, he walked to the waterhole, and found that the waterhole was very normal, so he asked Shen Jingkun what happened.

Shen Jingkun was speechless, he clearly knew that his current martial arts were no less than Pang Qiushui, and even surpassed.

Pang Qiushui asked again: "Jingkun, what happened just now?"

"Pang Qiushui, I just took a bath in the pool, nothing happened. Shen Jingkun said.

"What do you call me?

At this time, the monk also opened his eyes and stood up, and just now he heard the sound of fighting.

At this time, he saw the storyteller lying in a pool of blood, frowned slightly, and turned to look at the waterhole again, "The aura inside has been sucked out!" ”

Pang Qiushui pulled out his sword and stabbed at Shen Jingkun, Shen Jingkun was very smart, although he beat Pang Qiushui, but in the end he still lost both, and the last one to pick up the profit would be the monk, and he would kill himself.

Shen Jingkun didn't fall in love with the battle, he flew away with the help of light skills, Pang Qiushui didn't chase down, it can be seen from Shen Jingkun's light skills that his martial arts slightly surpassed his own, and he had to learn to return to one swordsmanship in order to beat him.

The monk regretted for a while: "It's a pity that the aura is wasted on people with improper mental skills, what kind of scene will the martial arts be in the future." Maybe everything was predestined, Amitabha. ”

After the monk finished speaking, he left slowly, leaving Pang Qiushui alone, since he became the leader of the martial arts alliance, it was the first time he encountered this kind of thing, and his disciple actually called himself by his name.

"Shen Jingkun, I will definitely kill you!" Pang Qiushui stood on the edge of the cliff and shouted loudly, and suddenly found that the water in the waterhole was actually dry, it turned out that there was an opening at the bottom, and the water flowed from the mouth to the bottom of the cliff.

After the water dried up, Pang Qiushui found that there was something wrapped in animal skin, a bit like a book.

Pang Qiushui jumped down, picked up the thing, and opened the animal skin, and there was indeed a book wrapped in it.

Although the waterhole was crystal clear just now, the books were hidden in the aquatic plants and could not be seen, but now that the water has dried up, the aquatic plants have fallen down, so I saw the books.

Pang Qiushui opened the book, and there were four big words written on the first page: Immortal cicada ascends to heaven.

It turned out to be a martial arts cheatbook, and it was a sword book, Pang Qiushui looked at it, the swordsmanship was really profound, not inferior to the unified swordsmanship, Pang Qiushui opened the last page.

The book reads: Cultivating immortal cicadas, the world is unique!

It turns out that it is not enough to practice swordsmanship, and after finding the immortal cicada, you can stand alone in the world.

At this time, Pang Qiushui remembered the Tonglong cicada.

It is said that when Tonglong Cicada was alive, he not only left two masterpieces, "The Divine Dragon Descended" and "The Immortal Cicada Ascension to Heaven", but also raised a spirit Jiao, which can be transformed into a dragon, and also raised a spirit cicada, but unfortunately he did not use his own nourishment before he died.

Now it seems that this is indeed the case, and the two spirit pets have grown up and matured and can be used for cultivation, among which the power of the spirit cicada is even better, and the spirit cicada must be found as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Pang Qiushui also left the Demon Dragon Cliff, and disappeared after a few ups and downs, and the direction was the direction of Guiyi Mountain.

One of the two major spiritual objects, the Jackie Chan Spirit Jiao, has been cultivated by Shen Jingkun.

I never thought that as soon as the dragon cicada died, no one raised the two spiritual creatures, this dragon actually ran to the Demon Dragon Cliff, and lurked in a small pool, and what I didn't expect was that this matter was actually known by a monk.

Maybe someone is already looking for the cicada, and he must hurry up and find the cicada before others, at this time, Pang Qiushui's thoughts.

The spirit dragon is in the Demon Dragon Cliff, so will the cicada be in the real cicada valley?

Spirit dragons and cicadas are both spiritual animals, and they tend to find shelter based on their names.

Pang Qiushui thought that this matter could not be known to anyone, and it could be seen from Shen Jingkun's body that people close to him would also betray him, and only he was the most worthy of trust.

Pang Qiushui then decided to go to the True Cicada Valley alone, and after arriving at Guiyi Mountain, Pang Qiushui arranged the big things and handed over the small things to Jingfang, and then deceived the disciples under the condition of keeping the secret, and he had something to deal with and needed to leave Guiyi Mountain temporarily.