It's just that the third level of the pulse condensation stage is not safe enough!
Ling Xiao frowned, recalling the pitiful memories in his mind.
Among the descendants of this generation of the Ling family, there have been many cultivation geniuses. Among them, Ling Ling and others are even more talented. My efforts for more than a month have only raised my strength to the third level of the pulse condensation stage, and cannot guarantee the third level.
The three generations are the strongest.
If you want to successfully enter the martial arts building, you still need to become stronger!
This matter is related to my own life, as well as the lives of hundreds of people in the Ling family. There must be no mistakes.
But with only one night, even if you swallow the elixir, you won't be able to become stronger immediately.
As soon as he thought of this, Ling Xiao stood up and walked back and forth for a few steps. He was desperately trying to recall in his mind. He had always vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a little beggar with mediocre qualifications in Black Rock City who once had an adventure.
"...That incident seems to have happened during this period. Anyway, I still have one night, so I might as well give it a try."
Having made up his mind, Ling Xiao immediately put on his night clothes, quietly climbed over the courtyard wall, and left Ling's house.
He has now reached the third level of pulse condensation stage. Although he has not yet cultivated the meridians of his legs, his energy is much stronger than that of ordinary people. He ran fast for more than two hours and gradually walked out of Black Rock City.
To a rural area with wild mountains.
“This should be the place!”
Ling Xiao held up the fire folding piece, panting slightly, but his eyes showed joy.
After walking a few dozen steps further, a dilapidated ancient temple suddenly appeared in front of us.
Ling Xiao did not step forward immediately, but hesitated for a long time.
In my memory, the little beggar accidentally met an old beggar who was dying. Seeing how pitiful he was, he kindly fed him something to eat. However, he did not expect that the beggar was actually a top expert in the pulse condensation stage who practiced the magical power of wedding clothes.
, was moved by it, and initiated the whole body’s cultivation coefficient.
The Wedding Clothes Magic Skill is a very strange skill, and there are very few people who practice it in the world. Every generation of inheritors of the skill will pass on the skill to their disciples before they die.
That young man has since become one of the few masters in Black Rock City.
Just such a thing, what Ling Xiao is worried about is whether he came at the right time.
If there is no such beggar, or if the beggar is not injured, he will not get that opportunity.
After waiting at the entrance of the ruined temple for a long time, Ling Xiao was about to go in and take a look when he suddenly heard a strange cry in the distance.
"Cluck, cluck!"
It sounded like a rooster crowing, but where could there be a rooster in this barren mountain? Ling Xiao suddenly thought of a strange poisonous thing, and his face suddenly changed slightly.
"Cockscomb snake!"
Before he could take any action, a rustling sound was heard in the grass, and a strange snake, fully sixty meters long, rushed out from it like an arrow.
The snake looked long and fat, like a club, but had a red fleshy crown on its forehead. Although it looked fat, it was extremely flexible and slithered away from Ling Xiao like lightning.
Before Ling Xiao could react, an old beggar rushed out from behind, his feet were like the wind, and he followed closely behind him with a mysterious pace. He held a small bamboo stick in his right hand and struck hard.
With a crisp sound of "Pah!", the fragile-looking bamboo stick knocked the cockscomb snake into the air.
Ling Xiao's eyes jumped when he saw it.
This cockscomb snake is heavier than many pythons, weighing several hundred kilograms at least. Hitting it with a light bamboo stick can actually knock it away. This shows how powerful the beggar is, and the bamboo stick is so light that it doesn't even fly.
Breaking, this skill, if used on a sword, is also a very powerful swordsmanship.
However, the cockscomb snake was not an extraordinary creature. It cackled a few times in the air and suddenly opened its mouth and sprayed out a large cloud of poisonous mist.
The grassland with a radius of tens of meters immediately turned brown and pitch black. Unexpectedly, the beggar was sprayed in the face. He roared angrily and jumped into the air. The bamboo stick turned into a sharp arrow and stabbed the cockscomb snake fiercely.
Seven inches above.
With a pop, the bamboo stick actually pierced the cockscomb snake's scales, which are difficult to damage with swords.
The beggar just showed joy, but he was unaware of the snake's ferocious nature. The long tail whipped down hard like a whip, knocking the beggar staggering. Then the cockscomb snake jumped up suddenly and bit the beggar's calf hard.
A dark, deathly look immediately appeared on the old beggar's face.
Ling Xiao suddenly realized that no wonder such a powerful master would be dying in a ruined temple. Being bitten by a cockscomb snake, even a master of the Earth Yuan Realm would not be able to escape death.
He waited there for a long time, then pretended to be frightened and ran out of the grass.
"Child, where did you come from?" The old beggar never expected that a child would appear in this place at this time.
Ling Xiao had already changed into tattered clothes and stammered: "I, I live here. Uncle, are you hungry? I still have half a piece of steamed bun here."
As he spoke, he tremblingly took out half a piece of dried steamed bun from his arms, looked at it reluctantly for a long time, and then carefully handed it over.
The old beggar's eyes gradually softened, and he smiled hard and said: "Good boy, I'm not hungry, you can keep some food."
Ling Xiao then reluctantly took the steamed bun back into his arms, looked at the cockscomb snake in the distance in horror, and said tremblingly: "Uncle, what is that?"
The old beggar sighed secretly and said: "Don't be afraid now, this evil beast has been stabbed to death by me. It's a pity that I used enough skill with the sword just now to penetrate seven inches, and the snake gall inside was also shattered by me, otherwise
There is still a little bit of life left now. You kid is lucky enough to live here and not be swallowed by this cockscomb snake. Hey, your good luck is my last hope."
He muttered to himself, and Ling Xiao pretended not to understand.
Because he knew what happened that year, Ling Xiao could also analyze that this old beggar was not a bad person, otherwise he would never have repaid all his skills for a piece of steamed bun. Otherwise, Ling Xiao would never dare to gamble.
In just one cup of tea, the old beggar's complexion turned dark. Only the center of his eyebrows was extremely rosy.
Ling Xiao knew that this was because of his profound skill and he had to suppress it forcefully, but within ten hours at most, he would be poisoned and die.
Now that things have happened, Ling Xiao has some regrets and regrets. If the old beggar has such a strong cultivation level, if he can be cured, he will definitely become a very good subordinate, which is much better than accepting the inheritance.
It's a pity that I came late.
"Little baby, do you want to become a master?" The old beggar looked at Ling Xiao and asked suddenly.
"I have practiced martial arts and am at the second level of the pulse condensation stage. Am I considered a master?" Ling Xiao deliberately made a gesture. He knew that he couldn't hide his skills from the old beggar, so he just made it clear.
The old beggar smiled and said: "You can only be considered a master at the second level of the pulse condensation stage? But since you have practiced, it's better. Don't resist for a while. I will instill my life-long skills. It will hurt a little, but
The longer you persist, the more power you will absorb. It will also be beneficial to your future cultivation."
Before Ling Xiao could resist, the old beggar stretched out his hand and slapped Ling Xiao. Ling Xiao felt his whole body shake, and then his back was like a huge furnace. A steady stream of hot essence, like molten liquid, quickly poured into his body.
As the skill was input, the old beggar also whispered in his ear: "This sect is a single disciple. The magic skill of marrying clothes we have learned is to hoe the strong and help the weak, and to be a hero in the world. Although you and I only have a relationship, we have the relationship of master and disciple."
Really. After learning what I have learned, you must make an oath in your heart not to murder or set fire, not to bully the weak by force, not to humiliate women..."
Every time the old beggar said something, Ling Xiao echoed him, and the two of them had the same heart and soul, as if they were one person.
It is not easy to make a mental oath. If you make a mental oath and break it, your inner demons will invade you when you practice in seclusion in the future, and it is common for you to become possessed.
Fortunately, the old beggar was kind-hearted and did not force anything, so Ling Xiao was willing to stick to these vows.
Strangely enough, the Shattering Jade Fist practiced in Ling Xiao's body had no conflict with this magical skill of wedding clothes. The old beggar's true energy was perfectly integrated into his body, but as time went on, Ling Xiao felt a burning sensation in his body.
It became more and more intense, and eventually the skin all over my body was cracked.
At this time, the old beggar had only reduced 30% of his physical strength.
Seeing this, the old beggar couldn't help but feel sad.
Although the magical skill of wedding clothes is miraculous, it must be inherited from the same line. This young man only has the cultivation level of the third level of pulse condensation stage and cannot bear too much skill.
Ling Xiao also didn't expect that the Wedding Clothes Magic Skill was so miraculous. At this time, his skill was on the verge of breaking through the third level, and he could step into the fourth level at any time. However, he could still detect the rich true energy in the old beggar's body.
"It's a rare adventure, but you can't waste the old beggar's hard work. Go for it!"
Ling Xiao gritted his teeth and activated the weak ice palm in his body.
A stream of cold essence immediately rose from the Dantian and rushed forward in response to the Wedding Clothes Divine Art.
There was a pop, like ice water poured on hot fire. Ling Xiao's whole body was shocked, and he felt the sharp pain in his meridians. The true energy actually turned into a mist-like existence, and its coefficients were attached to the meridians.
"This is..." Ling Xiao couldn't think much at this time. Ice Palm and Wedding Clothes Divine Art were already intertwined. Any slight step back would be a dead end, so he could only grit his teeth and persevere.
One hour.
two hours
…
The sky is getting brighter.
In the Ling Mansion, the clan competition has begun.