One day, oh no, it was a while, and he was rejected many times, and the other party's attitude was simply bad to a hateful level, this situation was something that Qingyu would never have thought of before.

With a little resentment and anger in her heart, she walked out of the gate of Ning Mansion angrily, returned to the mansion, called friends, sent invitations, called all her friends and sisters, and put forward a proposal to hunt in the mountains.

For this kind of request, many girls actually want to refuse in their hearts, but they can't stand the request of men with other intentions, so they reluctantly agree to this matter. A group of sixteen people, nine women and seven men, carrying swords like ornaments, marched towards the boundary of the tomb mountain with great momentum.

At the same time, on the top of the tomb mountain, Ning Caichen chose a place with a good memory, dug a hole in the ground, buried the bookbox containing the elixir deep in the ground, and walked bare-handed in the uneven mountain road.

Now what he is wearing is no longer Yan Chixia's Taoist robe, but a white Confucian robe, simple and simple, but it sets him off like an immortal.

A trickle of true qi flowed in his body, and a unique aura quickly radiated to the surroundings, which was the essence of a martial artist and the breath of a monk. He let loose his breath in the mountains and forests he walked, telling the creatures of the mountains that he was coming.

Beasts are particularly sensitive to the breath of humans, and monsters are even more sensitive to the breath of warriors. If Yan Chixia released her breath at this time, it would be like an oven in the air, and the essence would be boiling, and ordinary demon beasts would not dare to approach at all. But now it was Ning Caichen who released his breath, a third-rate martial artist, a humble existence, and the demon beasts wandering nearby began to move.

A three-zhang long flower python pressed the grass and slowly approached him, and on the inverted triangular head, a pair of cold eyes stared at the figure in front of him.

This human being is very weak, with very little essence and insufficient blood, not a hearty lunch, at most, it can only be sacrificed.

With this in mind, the python opened its mouth, and a cloud of dark green venom shot out towards the figure. This is the snake venom in its body, which is strongly corrosive.

Ning Caichen did not summon the Human Emperor Pen, because he suddenly found that he seemed to rely too much on this magic weapon, and every time he fought, he would never leave the pen.

Strictly speaking, this is not a good thing. On the path of cultivation, having dependence on anything but one's own strength is a fatal weakness.

Quickly avoiding the venom attack, Ning Caichen walked like a fly, Donghua Jing mantra flowed in his heart, and the running speed of true qi increased several times. In the blink of an eye, he was already less than a foot away from the flower python.

A weak warrior dared to rush towards him, this strange situation made the flower python a little surprised, but its action was not slow at all. The snake crawled, surrounding the figure in circles, and the ugly head was sharpened with fangs, and it bit at the figure that was about to crash into it like lightning.

"Bang!" was the first to strike, and Ning Caichen's attack was the first to hit the flower python's abdomen. Without the sharpness of an emperor's pen, a fist that is not hard cannot break through the defenses of the anaconda.

"Hiss ......" was hit in the abdomen with a heavy punch, the flower python roared in pain, and the fangs flashing with cold light had approached Ning Caichen's body.

"I don't have an imperial pen, so I can't even kill an ordinary demon beast. Ning Caichen frowned slightly, Huo Ran turned around, his right arm shook suddenly, accompanied by a terrible sound of breaking the air, a brush with golden light flew out of his sleeve, like lightning breaking through the air, penetrating the head of the flower python, with a handful of blood, smashed to the ground from mid-air.

"Whew!" the human emperor's pen sank deep into the ground.

"Bang!" The flower python's pupils spread, and with a look of shock, shock, and disbelief, it smashed on the ground in front of Ning Caichen. Die with a grievance or everlasting regret!

Ning Caichen pursed his lips, took back the human emperor pen, and sat next to the corpse of the flower python, recalling the scene just now.

If no one is there, how can you turn defeat into victory when you encounter that kind of crisis?

There is no answer, or rather, there is almost no possibility. His flesh fists could pierce through trees, but they couldn't break through the monster's defenses.

After a moment of silence, he took the Donghua Sutra out of his arms and rummaged through it carefully, not finding the slightest word about the moves.

"The existing moves are all created by others, and they are the most suitable way to attack the person who created them. At the most critical moment, Xiao Qian said softly: "Therefore, many powerful cultivation books only have the route method of cultivating True Qi and True Yuan, and there are no moves. ”

Ning Caichen looked at his jade-like hands: "Human beings have obtained fighting skills through fighting, and they have obtained moves through battle. The best martial arts should exist for killing, simple and powerful. ”

"Go, fight, kill, fight. The phoenix is reborn in flames, and killing arts appear in battle. I hope you can create the best way to fight. Xiao Qian said softly.

Ning Caichen took the Donghua Sutra into his arms, sent the human emperor pen back to Shangdantian, filled his fists with true qi, and punched the head of the flower python.

Blood began to splatter, from the wounds of the anaconda and wounds on his hands. One punch, two punches, three punches, the fists became heavier and heavier, the fist style became more and more strong, and the moment the head of the flower python was completely shattered, Ning Caichen seemed to have sensed something. I calmed down and thought about it, but I found that I hadn't changed in the slightest.

Picking up Neidan from the blood and putting it in his pocket at will, Ning Caichen's white clothes were stained with blood, and he walked slowly in the mountains and forests. My mind kept recalling and thinking about the feeling of that moment, and my body unconsciously followed the attack-like movements.

"Roaring ......" was attracted by his breath, and a colorful tiger jumped over dead wood, and its fierce body of nearly five meters carried gusts of fishy wind, crashing into the relatively thin human.

Ning Caichen was completely immersed in the exploration of his martial arts at this time, feeling the fierce wind blowing in his face, and his body reacted faster than his consciousness. The waist bowed slightly, the fist was under the ribs, the fist was turned down, and suddenly a punch was punched, and the sound of breaking the air sounded, and the simple and waveless flesh fist and the tiger's palm collided violently.

"Roar!" the tiger let out a fierce scream, and it felt like its tiger paw had slapped on the divine iron, and the bones of its four fingers were almost shattered.

Ning Caichen's mind was like a slide, constantly recalling the feeling of that punch, calculating different attack methods from that punch, and figuring out the artistic conception of different moves.

Bodhidharma retreated for nine years, figuring out martial arts, once had an epiphany, he integrated his kung fu and became a world-famous martial arts master. The current Ning Caichen, like Bodhidharma in the epiphany period, is in a state of mystery and mystery, and between the hazy and hazy, it seems that something has broken through the soil and sprouted in his mind and grown into a martial arts seedling.