Chapter 11 The Great Contest of Hundred Doors
"Hehe, how about giving it a try?"
Touching the texture of the spirit rune, Lu Li's eyes rolled and he had an idea.
After all, it's the first time to draw, and there will be some problems, and you can only know where the shortcomings are after seeing the effect yourself.
Lu Li pointed a little bit, and the spirit rune quickly flew to the ground, and he said softly: "Hurry!"
I saw that the pattern on the spirit rune shone violently, and then a flame spit out from it, and the next moment it turned into a monstrous flame.
"Stinky boy, do you want to burn me?"
As soon as the flames were raised, there was an angry roar.
It turned out that some small flames licked the old man's trouser legs, startling him.
"That's a good attack, isn't it?"
Lu Li ignored the old man, but nodded with a smile on his face.
The flames that erupted from the fireball talisman covered the ground within a single zhang, and the low-level demon beasts would definitely not be able to dodge.
"There are still seventy percent true qi, draw two more pictures. ”
Lu Li picked up the pen and continued to be busy drawing talismans.
……
"Hehe, it's not easy. ”
After a while, he sat down in a chair, looking tired, holding a talisman in his hand and smiling.
He made another mistake due to a problem with the pen, but he still managed to draw one.
After drawing ten spirit runes in a row, the true qi in his body was only three percent left, and the consumption was not small, and it would take at least two days and nights of cultivation to recover.
"Huh, what about the old man?"
He looked behind him and found that the old man was gone, but he didn't pay attention to it, the old man probably went out for a walk, these days are always mysterious, Lu Li is used to it.
After playing a spirit gathering array, Lu Li calmed down and began to cultivate.
He planned to cultivate for a few days in a row to recover his true qi, and he originally planned to go up the mountain tomorrow to collect medicine, but he underestimated the consumption of true qi when drawing talismans, and now he can't go up the mountain like this.
Under the moonlight, on the top of a mountain peak, a young man dressed in black squatted on the cliff.
"Who is it?"
Suddenly, the wind was blowing, and the young man noticed that something was wrong, and his expression froze, and he shouted loudly.
The long sword emitted a cold glow, appearing in his right hand, and in the moonlight, the chill pierced to the bone.
I saw a figure gradually walking out of the darkness in front of the young man, his steps were very light, and there was a black whirlwind around him, making it impossible to see his true face.
"Look for death!"
Seeing the black shadow coming, the young man's eyes revealed a touch of murderous intent, and the long sword also glowed with murderous aura in the moonlight.
At a young age, he is insensitous and ruthless, and the eyes that look at people are like a poisonous snake, and ordinary people will be frightened when they look at them.
I don't know what he went through to become like this.
"Huh. ”
There was only a grim laugh in the black wind.
"Huh!"
The young man frowned, let out a loud shout, and went straight to the black shadow, the long sword sending out a cold air in the air, and it went straight to the throat of the figure.
At a young age, as soon as he makes a move, he will take someone's life as soon as he makes a move, and at first glance he is a veteran who has killed many people.
The man didn't hurry, didn't dodge, just sneered.
The two staggered, and the young man's long sword cut through the black shadow, and a black gas floated out.
"Not good!"
As soon as he landed, he immediately bounced up, and sure enough, the moment he got up, a black light hit his feet, and then there was a loud bang, and a large pit two feet wide appeared where the boy had stood before.
After jumping into the distance, the young man's expression remained unchanged, still cold and ruthless. With such a powerful attack, a master who has practiced ten levels of qi will die in an instant.
There are only two kinds of people who can still be calm and calm in the face of such a strong person, one is the person who is not afraid of death, and the other is the living dead.
Although the boy is alive, perhaps, his heart is dead.
"Poof!"
The shadow didn't intend to let the boy go, and another attack followed.
The young man jumped, dodged the attack, and appeared in front of the black shadow in the blink of an eye, not escaping the counterattack, the young man's performance obviously caught the black shadow by surprise, and even let him get close.
The shadow's attack hit a three-person embracing tree, and in an instant, sawdust flew everywhere, and the giant tree collapsed.
"Ding!"
The sword went straight to the shadow's throat, as if to cut off the head.
There was a sound of being torn apart by a long sword in the air, and when he was about to achieve his goal, the black shadow faintly stretched out his index finger and pointed at the long sword, colliding with the blade with his flesh, how ridiculous it was.
The two came into contact, and a crisp sound came out, and the resulting wave of qi also blew away the black qi wrapped around the black shadow.
The attack was blocked, and the boy did not hesitate, and directly retreated, jumping to a place of about three feet.
"Master!"
After seeing the true face of the black shadow, the young man put away his sword and said with a sigh.
"Not bad, yes, attack power, reflexes are very outstanding, it's not in vain for me to cultivate. ”
With a wave of the man's hand, all the whirlwind black qi vanished. If Lu Li is here, he will definitely kowtow, because this person is none other than the supreme head of Zhengyangmen - Yang Mad, who has the potential to enter Jindan, and is one of the best masters in a radius of thousands of miles.
And that young man is none other than the person Lu Li met in the morning - Lin He!
"The Hundred Gates Competition is coming, how are you prepared?"
Yang Mad's aura changed and he became a fairy spirit, which was very different from his previous momentum.
"If I can break through to the seventh-level Qi cultivation, I won't be afraid of even a ten-level cultivator. ”
Lin He's words were very cold, like a thousand-year-old piece of ice, and he felt like he was rejecting people thousands of miles away, even in the face of his master.
"There is still half a year to go, prepare well, and there should be no problem in breaking through to the seventh layer. ”
Yang Mad walked to Lin He's side, held his arms behind his back, faced Mingyue, and stood in a line with him.
"Master, the disciple has disappointed you. ”
Lin He was depressed, and he was not too sure that he had broken through to the sixth level of qi training in half a year, let alone the seventh level of qi training.
"Silly boy, prepare well, show yourself well in the time of the Hundred Gates, and then be favored by the Purple Spirit Gate and soar into the sky, turning brocade into a dragon. ”
Zilingmen is one of the best sects within a radius of 10,000 miles, with countless foundation building disciples, countless Jindan elders, and even rumors that there are masters of the Yuanying realm in its sect to deter the Quartet.
Those who can enter the Purple Spirit Gate are all geniuses.
The Hundred Sects Contest is a competition organized by the surrounding small sects, there will be Jindan elders from the Purple Spirit Sect to sightsee, by the way, see if there are any talented disciples, if they are favored, they will be taken to the Purple Spirit Gate, so that the sect he is in will also have brilliance, and there is a chance to be blessed by the Purple Spirit Gate, and the Hundred Years Sect will be worry-free.
"Master, my talent is too poor. ”
Lin He lowered his head, a little unconfident.
"Hahaha, what is talent? The way of cultivation, it is about the reward of heaven for diligence, and the talent of the disciples in the sect is higher than that of you, but there are only a few people among them who can hope to break through the foundation, you are different, if you go to the Purple Spirit Gate, you will be able to win the Golden Pill within two hundred years. ”
After hearing Lin He's words, Yang Mad raised his head and laughed, his tone arrogant.
Lin He looked at him suspiciously, puzzled.
Yang Mad smiled, and said: "I built the foundation at the age of twenty, it can not be said that it is talented, but more than a hundred years, I only stay at the peak of the foundation, can not go further, I have a friend, fifty years old to build the foundation, two hundred years, now it is the Jindan realm, the way to cultivate immortals, talent is important, but more important is the heart, only the supreme Dao heart that has been tempered by time and years can pursue the supreme realm, as long as the Dao heart is strong, ten years can not break through, then a hundred years, a hundred years can not break through, then a thousand years!" The most important thing for us cultivators is time, as long as the mind does not die, the realm will be endless. ”
Lin He nodded as if he didn't understand.
"You are still young, you will understand the mystery in the future, there are many talented disciples of the sect, but I only fancy you, because your heart is already much stronger than them, and the elders of the Purple Spirit Sect have sharp eyes, and it is impossible to miss you as a genius. ”
"Got it, Master!"
"Okay, you can continue to cultivate, I'll go. ”
Yang smiled wildly, and the figure slowly disappeared into the darkness.
Under the moonlight, Lin He waved his sword at the shadow, and the sound of wind and water and the sound of practicing swords made the night reveal a hint of chill.
Two days later.
"Hoo ......"
"It seems that consuming a lot of True Qi doesn't seem to be a bad thing. ”
Lu Li slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbid air from his mouth, looked at his palm, and muttered to himself.
In two days, not only did the true qi fully recover, but the realm also went further, the dantian expanded a little, the cyclone in it also expanded a circle, and the true qi increased by two percent, which can be said to be an unexpected joy.