Yang Jing watched in amazement as Qi Luolan was defeated, the "Four Ways of Accumulating Strength" was still unable to resist the six layers of Huaqi, this Lang Kun had something. I don't see that I have refined the magic weapon, and I have mastered the little fairy technique-fireball technique.

However, Qi Luolan was also a little strange that he didn't show his real power. However, if you cultivate the true power technique, as long as you cultivate one layer to perfection, you can breed a true power. Qi Luolan reported that he had "four ways of accumulating strength", which means that he has cultivated his skin, flesh, bones, and tendons to perfection, and it stands to reason that he can block Lang Kun's magic sword by running his true power, but why?

Not only Yang Jing was puzzled, but most of the other three generations of disciples didn't understand, and only a few people saw the signs, and they were not very sure. Perhaps only after Qi Luolan recovers will he know the real truth.

At this time, Yang Suxian ascended the Baisheng Terrace.

Her beautiful eyes are round, like a clear spring, rippling a little, making people stop and admire. Her slender white jade-like fingers pointed far away, and Huang Zikai pronounced Yang Jing's name.

Yang Jing exhaled a breath of turbid air and strode forward, already deciding in his heart that he would make Yang Suxian feel bad if he was seriously injured.

"Silver Feather Immortal Sect, Yang Suxian, Nine Folds of Qi Transformation. ”

"Wuxiang Divine Court, Yang Jing, half a way. ”

Isn't it just that you haven't cultivated your true power yet?

"Cousin Suxian, congratulations!"

"I'm not going to show mercy!"

"Yang Wuxian said the same thing!"

"Are my eyes good-looking?"

"Little Immortal - Phantom Pupil Technique"

Yang Jing subconsciously looked at Yang Suxian's eyes, and was immediately hit.

"Purple Thunder Soul Destroyer, Lead!"

Yang Wuxian pressed his fingers, and a purple thunderbolt appeared in mid-air, slashing towards Yang Jing. He wanted to escape, but suddenly found that he couldn't move, and could only watch as the purple thunder slashed into his head, his three souls and seven spirits shattered, his consciousness torn apart, and he was about to fall into eternal darkness.

"The soul is terrible, come back!"

A call sounded from far and near, gathering and gluing the broken three souls and seven spirits into a whole, and the scattered consciousness focused on one point: I am Yang Jing.

The illusion was shattered, but the small and slender fist had appeared in front of him, covering most of his vision, and then fell heavily on the door of his head, and the brain suddenly buzzed, and the heavens and the earth were spinning, and he fell to the ground with a bang, twitching his limbs, and his face was very hideous.

Yang Suxian retracted his fist and retreated, as if he had done something insignificant.

At this time, a figure appeared on Yang Jing's left side, with an ice-blue robe, snow-white long hair, and a light fragrance of flowers. The person who came was Lu Lin, he glanced at Yang Suxian twice, picked up Yang Jing on the ground, and disappeared on Baisheng Terrace.

"This is the legendary Hundred Flowers Dao Lu Lin, it's really terrifying, if he wants to kill me, he will be dead before I even find him. ”

"How could he accept Yang Jing's waste, is it a special physique?"

"Yang Su Xiansheng!"

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Hundred flowers, a corner of the flower mound, Lu Lin looked at the purple flowers that were blooming, and purple dots appeared on the surface of his body, and these dots moved slowly, gradually forming a other purple vein. Lu Lin squinted his eyes and made a calculation, and said to himself silently: "Thirty-six days, it's enough!"

After the purple veins were no longer formed, Lu Lin hid the purple veins and turned around and walked into Yang Jing's house. Yang Jing was still unconscious, and his limbs twitched from time to time. Yang Suxian's punch obviously injured Yang Jing's brain.

Lu Lin thought for a moment and took out a thin tube made of white crystal from the sachet, which was filled with purple liquid. Seeing the light, the purple liquid writhed, sometimes forming a flower-like shape, sometimes forming a long-horned beast, sometimes forming a winged human existence...

Lu Lin touched his chin, took a knife and cut his finger, and dropped a drop of blood into his habit. The purple liquid enveloped the blood, writhed wildly, fused, and turned into a half-tube of purplish-red liquid, and remained silent.

Lu Lin shook the crystal tube, poured the purple-red liquid into Yang Jing's mouth, and then leaned out with both hands, clasped Yang Jing's head, and the spiritual power worked, protecting Yang Jing's brain.

"It hurts... It hurts..."

"It hurts... It hurts..."

In Yang Jing's sea of consciousness, a huge creature roared in the sky, and purple flames lingered around it. Inside the flames were distorted human faces, wailing and cursing, trying to break away from the purple flames. At this moment, a little bit of blood appeared, turning into a giant and slamming its fist at the creature in the purple flames.

The blood-colored giant and the creatures in the purple flames fought constantly, and all kinds of stumps flew around, merging into Yang Jing's sea of consciousness, giving birth to a purple-red villain who looked like Yang Jing. The fuchsia figure had its eyes closed, its mouth wide open to the base of its ears, and it swallowed the blood-colored and purple stumps.

By the time the Scarlet Giant and the Purple Flame creatures discovered the Fuchsia Villain, it was already too late. The fuchsia villain grinned and jumped onto the creature in the purple flames, biting and devouring it. Soon, the creature in the purple flame was eaten by the fuchsia villain, and the Scarlet Giant did not escape.

The fuchsia little man roared and slowly opened his eyes. Outside, Yang Jing roared and suddenly opened his eyes: "Division... Master, it hurts... I hurt..."

"Bear with me, it won't hurt anymore soon. ”

"Ahhh Ahh

At a moment, or even at three moments, Yang Jing finally calmed down, and a smile appeared on his hideous face: "Thank you, Master!"

Immediately, he passed out again.

After letting Yang Jing sleep, Lu Lin walked out of the room, took water and wiped his sweaty forehead, and suddenly felt much refreshed. When I turned around, I saw a fairy girl in white walking quickly, with a slight resentment between her eyebrows and eyes, and her slender body seemed to be unable to withstand the breeze and would fall.

Seeing the white-clothed fairy girl, Lu Lin's eyebrows suddenly wrinkled into a mountain character, and he dropped the towel and walked towards the flower hill. Seeing this, the fairy girl in white followed suit.

"Why don't you come to see me?"

"Disciple brother!"

"Your apprentice is more important than me?"

"An apprentice can be a son!"

"I can give you a son too!"

"Don't!"

"She's gone!"

"Let's go!"

“···”

"Pei Yuandan, for your son!"

Su You Immortal Gu left, took Yang Suxian away, and when she left, she was lost. Su Ya Fairy Gu saw it in her eyes, surprised and delighted, but her face was always cold.

The hall master of Huang Zikai personally sent them out of the divine court, and then went to the floating island to report the specific situation, so that it could be regarded as completing the reception task of the Silver Feather Immortal Sect.

At the end of the exchange, the three generations of disciples returned to their original lives, cultivating and completing tasks, and the cycle began again and again, until they had the cultivation to go to the ring city pass, they would leave the mountain gate and go to the city pass to resist the demons and obtain credit.

It was night, and the thin clouds were like waves, shattering the cold moonlight.

In the room built by hundreds of flowers, Yang Jing woke up slowly, and his ears were suddenly noisy, as if thousands of people and hundreds of insects and beasts were roaring and buzzing together. The nasal cavity is also filled with a sour smell, as if falling into a hole in the accumulation of rotten fish and meat.

Turned over and got up, washed it with water, sniffed the left and right armpits, there was no sour smell, and I felt better. When he returned to the front of the house and sat down, he didn't feel sleepy, and simply practiced the "Hunyang True Power Technique".

With this cultivation, Yang Jing suddenly felt a big difference. The cells of the body seem to have been hungry for a long time, devouring the Qi that is channeled in like gluttony. The flow of Qi has also grown from a trickle to a surging river.

Click··· Click···

A cracking sound sounded in my head, a manifestation of the skin being tempered to perfection. A warm stream of heat circulates through the skin and disperses back into the skin.

Yang Jing knew that he had cultivated the first true power.

Since he has been in contact with the cultivation gods, his skin has been tempered to perfection, his flesh and blood have been tempered to Dacheng, his bones have been tempered to Xiaocheng, and his muscles, veins and bone marrow have been tempered by Qi and improved slightly.

The body is a whole, and the whole body is affected by one hair, and the same is true for tempering.

"Not bad!"

It's the master!

"True power is the externalization of Shinto, the manifestation of power, when combined with the power of the soul, it will be transformed into spiritual power, and when the power of the soul is exerted, the power will be doubled, and when the spiritual power is integrated into the Tao, it will gradually transform into divine power, which has all kinds of incredible uses. ”

"Now, you're qualified to practice martial arts. ”

"Master wants to teach me martial arts?"

"Don't worry, you take a look at this first!"

It was a note, and under the moonlight, Yang Jing could clearly see the content on it: The slaves of Wuling Mountain rioted, and they quickly went to suppress it.

"Complete this task, and I'll pass you a set of knife techniques!"

"The disciple promises to complete the task!"