The withered forest is like a monster with a huge mouth open. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Not feeling gloomy at all, Qin Feng felt as if he had adapted a little. Stroking the Qiankun bag around his waist: a page of broken swordsmanship, and a gourd that can release corrosive demonic energy, just in time to enlighten at the same time.

Ten days flew by.

The gourd of the magic weapon grade is not difficult to figure out, and there is no need to refine it, Qin Feng can figure it out in an hour.

After reading the classics five times, he mastered the method. But the actual application is still rusty. It's about a little lacking in talent, and the subtle control of spiritual power has never been able to do it to the extent that it is like a finger.

So much so that the sword technique was first completed, and it was only ten days before he barely found the trick. I tried it on the bones wandering around the underworld, and the power was truly amazing. It's just that there is a lack of agility, and the consumption of spiritual power is really unbearable.

Looking at it this way, if you want to get into the door, I am afraid that it will take at least several years of penance to master.

Qin Feng couldn't help but sigh: "I'm really suitable for taking the path of martial cultivation." "After all, where is the joy of bloody battles when Edgeworth kills enemies.

Follow the beating heart and dance in the shadow of death. To feel the existence of death with birth, this feeling, addictive.

Walking out of the cave, I thought that there was still some time before the appointed time came.

Climb on top of a giant tree, look down at the dry bones wandering in the distance, and listen to the roar of the beast that seems to proclaim its majesty. The last trace of hesitation in his eyes also dissipated, like a bird jumping down, and resolutely walking towards the swamp in the distance.

For several days, there was no danger. Hundreds of wandering bones came to an end under Qin Feng's bone sword, but it was quite troublesome to encounter four car-swallowing demon beasts, but at the cost of some minor injuries. It has all become a gluttonous feast in the belly.

Dressed in rags, shuttling through a thorny forest, his eyes suddenly brightened, Qin Feng couldn't help but look happy and novel: "What is that, is it the stronghold where the living people in the underworld live in the underworld that the underworld envoy said?"

Looking down, a stronghold about 100 miles square. There were no tall walls, the perimeter was just surrounded by thick wooden piles. The buildings are all made of wood, stone and hastily stacked, and hung with bone ornaments, although rough but artistic. However, what Qin Feng cared about the most was the pedestrians passing by, and it seemed that many of them were also cultivators.

The lich wrapped in black, with colorful feathers on his head and a wooden mask, a **** barbarian strong man with a giant axe, a demon girl dressed up with heavy makeup, and a standard monk's dress.

Finally, I saw the living people, "Looks like we can go in and have a look." Qin Feng's spirit was shocked, and he trotted down the mountain. In my heart, I was very much looking forward to the first contact with my colleagues in the true sense.

Wangshan ran a dead horse, and it took an hour for a seemingly short distance. But compared to walking in a swamp, it is like heaven.

After hiding in the dark and resting for a while, he followed a pale monk in Tsing Yi and walked towards the stronghold in a decent manner.

The eight guards in front of the door glanced at it, and saw Qin Feng's ragged clothes, and a trace of contempt flashed, but fortunately, he was not embarrassed.

"Good. Qin Feng was calm and composed, and he was happy in his heart. As soon as Fang entered the city, he immediately disappeared from the sight of the guards.

The last thing you need to care about is what others think. Fortunately, Qin Feng has understood this since he was a child.

Facing the strange gaze, Qin Feng carried a heavy bone sword on his back, and carried dozens of catties of meat in his hand. Curious to shuttle through the market, although there is no desire to buy, but just looking at these alien goods, it also makes people feel eye-opening.

As for the curiosity or disdain of others. Is it more important than being hungry?

An hour later.

"Well, it's all mortal stuff. Having made up his mind, Qin Feng immediately invited a passer-by. Although it has a dialect, it can be understood.

"Thank you. Qin Feng made a move, and then went to the stronghold of the cultivators.

According to what passers-by said, Qin Feng then turned a few alleys. My eyes lit up.

Bluestone-dotted streets, more elaborate buildings, and ancient trees adorned with animal bones. It's like two worlds from the former civilian area.

Even the people who pass by are mostly cultivators. Of course, there are mortals here, but no matter how noble or ugly they are, no one dares to walk on the bluestone road, and they all walk carefully on the muddy ground on both sides of the road. Bowing his head and lowering his waist, it seems that he has seen the face of a noble cultivator, and it is also very disrespectful.

Sighing, Qin Feng walked along the avenue. I walked to an intersection again, but I saw a stone platform with a towering spiritual light shining into an obituary of more than 1,000 words.

"The sect recruits scattered cultivators?" Qin Feng suddenly suddenly, no wonder he saw so many cultivators gathered here. But it's really strict, five forces, a total of forty people. You must know that there are hundreds of cultivators along the way.

Qin Feng rubbed his chin thoughtfully: "But maybe this is also a stronghold at the same time." I can't say that all the practitioners here are here for this. Without thinking about it, Qin Feng suddenly lost interest in this. Not to mention the agreement, if you live in the underworld for a long time, you can't accept it for a while.

Then he looked at the catalogue on the side, which seemed to be the architectural structure of the city. Clumsily reluctantly felt the faint spiritual sense, but some information that interested him poured into his mind.

"Martial Cultivation Palace, you can borrow martial arts exercises and teachers preach!"

"Seven days later, once every three years, the martial arts competition will be held in the Tao, and the point will stop?"

Qin Feng suddenly became interested, and the cultivation knowledge and fighting experience that he urgently needed were not all lacking in him. The corners of his mouth smiled, and without hesitation, Qin Feng resolutely walked in the direction of the Martial Cultivation Palace.

Grunt.

Suddenly, his stomach screamed, and Qin Feng suddenly hadn't eaten for most of the day. "Before I can really reach the realm of Bigu, let's do this. Looking left and right, he simply found a secluded corner and sat down, tore off a large piece of meat and roasted it.

Before he could move, he saw an old man dressed in luxurious clothes come out of nowhere, and bowed again and again and said cautiously: "Immortal, immortal." How dare you work hard to make a fire? I wonder if the immortals disdain the rough grains of our untouchables? If so, ask the immortals to give me the ingredients, and the old man will immediately order the best chef to cook them for you. ”

Qin Feng stopped his movements and looked up and down at the smiling old man, although he was dressed extraordinarily, he was indeed a mortal.

I suddenly understood in my heart, this old man probably regarded himself as a high-ranking monk with quirks to be so respectful, right?" But I thought to myself.

However, there was no malicious intent, and Qin Feng naturally had no intention of being embarrassed, and he disdained to deceive a layman with the fox and the tiger, so he got up and said, "Oh? ”

"Don't bother, don't bother. The immortals stooped down to live here to keep us safe. What is this?" The old man bowed again and again, not even daring to raise his head: "Rong Lao is presumptuous, the immortal is the first time to come to this city, I don't know it." As long as you are a cultivator, all food and lodging are provided free of charge when you come to this city. The immortals just have to find a wine shop, and if they have any requests, just ask. Even for women, that's there. ”

Qin Feng suddenly smiled bitterly: "Heh, I see." "I didn't expect the identity of just one cultivator to be so convenient. Later, I asked the old man for some common sense, and I would answer them one by one. simply kept the flesh of the demon beast as a thank you gift and floated away.

......

Three days passed in a hurry.

Qin Feng was almost stationed in the Martial Cultivation Palace. The three meals a day are served by the wine store, that is, I am sleepy and continue to check after running a circle of mental methods to relieve fatigue. I don't care about the eyes of others at all, and all the exercises such as witches, Buddhas, ghosts, and demons in the library are all read, although most of them can't be used. These classics were almost worthless in the eyes of other cultivators, but for Qin Feng, what he gained was almost to make up for the common sense that he lacked in the cultivation realm.

It turns out that it can still be like this!

One hundred and seventy-first canon. "All the exercises, I finally finished reading. With a sigh of relief, Qin Feng closed the book. Greedily looked to the second floor, but unfortunately the books on it could not be borrowed for free.

Sitting up from the futon, Qin Feng moved his body and walked towards the outside of the hall. Before leaving, out of etiquette, he said to the middle-aged man who was sitting at the temple gate, bowing his head and pretending to sleep: "It's really disturbing in the past three days, senior. ”

For this disheveled, disheveled man. Qin Feng happened to hear a few whispers at the beginning of his arrival in the Martial Cultivation Palace.

Royal Fang, eight layers of Qi refining period, alcoholic, lustful, and gambling. It is said that it was because of an accident in a certain experience that he injured the Dao Foundation, not only did the foundation build a hopeless realm, but also fell from the peak of Qi refining to the current level.

Since then, he has become a frivolous person who is obsessed with sensuality. It seems that laughing at this guy is one of the few pleasures that many people here who don't cultivate minds. But no one dared to say sarcasm to his face, after all, the emaciated camel was bigger than the horse, otherwise the imperial party would not be able to serve as the worship of the Shangwu Cultivation Palace.

He had already left the hall, "Huh!" but he heard a contemptuous snort. Qin Feng's footsteps landed in mid-air, and he immediately stepped back. Neither humble nor arrogant replied: "Do you have any advice from your seniors?"

Squinting at him, the royal party did not answer, picked up the wine jug on the table, and took a long sip. sighed comfortably, and then waved his hand as if sending a beggar: "I can't talk about any advice." Let's go, besides, you've read all the books here. ”

Qin Feng took a step forward and asked, "What are the dissatisfaction of my predecessors when they say this?"