Then, Mr. Zeng put away his smile and said seriously: "Did you reach the second level of the space art when you use magic tricks in this way?"
Du Xuan did not hide it and said coldly: "So what?"
"Haha, okay! OK." Mr. Zeng smiled immediately, his face full of surprise.
Seeing that Du Xuan was always cold, Mr. Zeng put away his laughter and asked, "The boys with you seem to have only one martial artist. The other two, without good magic weapons, dare to venture here?"
When Du Xuan heard that the old man Zeng was "very good" to him, he simply tried to ask for a powerful magic weapon for Zhong Nan, so he said, "Do you still have a colorful sandalwood stick?"
Thinking of Zhong Nan, Du Xuan immediately thought of Long Wanshan, who had become a useless person, so he asked anxiously: "Old Zeng! The demonic consciousness collapses, can you have a way to save it!"
He was impatient for a moment, and Du Xuan actually called Zeng Laozhe "Zeng Lao".
"The demon consciousness collapsed?"
Looking at Du Xuan's eagerness, Mr. Zeng couldn't bear to sigh in his heart, stroked his beard and pondered, and then slowly said: "Demon consciousness is the foundation of the demon cultivator. If it collapses, it will generally be useless to turn the world around. But..."
"But what! After my meridians atrophy, you could still re-energize the demonic energy, and now you can do it too!"
When he first met Mr. Zeng, Du Xuan had only doubts and hatred in his heart. But now when he thought of the useless man Long Wanshan, Du Xuan had already put aside these things and only hoped that this mysterious Mr. Zeng could save Long Wanshan.
Mr. Zeng glanced at Du Xuan and said slowly: "However, if the demonic consciousness collapsed soon, he might be able to use the demonic energy skills in time to recover it. But you and I haven't seen each other for several years. I believe your friend the demonic consciousness has collapsed for a long time."
When Du Xuan heard this, he immediately drooped his head weakly. He had definitely had a personal experience of the pain in Long Wanshan's heart.
"Where is your friend? Let me go, maybe there is hope." Mr. Zeng couldn't bear it when he saw Du Xuan's appearance, so he spoke.
Du Xuan immediately raised his head and said, "It's in Shangguan Dantang in Xingfeng Town, named Long Wanshan!"
"Xingfeng Town...Okay, I'll go there. I haven't been to Xingfeng Town for a long time. I'll go to see my old friends." Mr. Zeng stroked his beard and murmured.
"Old friend?" Du Xuan was slightly surprised.
"Haha, the past is here, the past is here." Mr. Zeng chuckled softly, shook his head without saying a word.
Du Xuan didn't ask, but instead said, "Do you have any colorful sandalwood sticks? Other powerful magic weapons are also made, and they are used by magicians."
"Haha, if you don't ask Gu Yan for colorful sandalwood sticks, what should I do if I ask you? I only have one, I've given it to you." Mr. Zeng was stunned at first, and then smiled.
"Give me the flame white tiger battle in your hand," Du Xuan said again, without any hesitation.
Mr. Zeng curled his lips and said, "Hey! You guys, there are only two of these! You didn't say that you would bring you two other magic weapons."
Du Xuan rolled his eyes, how could he "talk early" this?
"Forget it, when I am proficient in this flame white tiger battle, I will give him my colorful sandalwood stick." Du Xuan murmured.
Mr. Zeng listened, thought for a while, and asked, "There were two demon cultivators who just rested under the tree. You just had a colorful sandalwood stick, who did you give it to?"
"Of course it's Brother Nan, Mingzi is the main practitioner of medicine." Du Xuan replied.
Mr. Zeng suddenly realized, nodded with a chuckling, and then took out something that made Du Xuan’s eyes shine, which was the portrait in the Demon Cultivation Tower!
"I see that you have learned the second level of space art, so I will give this portrait to you! Maybe you can go further." Zeng Laoxiao looked at the hotness in Du Xuan's eyes and threw the portrait in his hand over.
Some time ago, Du Xuan asked the strange old man in Xingfeng Town if there is anything similar to the concentration and meditation of mind. Unexpectedly, he got this good treasure today. Not only does he have the effect of concentration and meditation, but he can also work hard on the third level of the mysterious space art.
Thinking of this, Du Xuan asked, "Do you know what is the third level of the space art?"
"I don't know." Mr. Zeng simply shook his head, "I have just learned the second level in recent years. However, it should be fine to try to lengthen the casting distance and try to branch the demonic energy as much as possible."
Du Xuan nodded slightly, and he had thought of this. The Shanhai Fire Scroll he practiced at the beginning was to divide the martial energy into sixteen branches. In this regard, Du Xuan had long been able to branch the demonic energy in his meridians, and now he can reach four demonic energy.
However, the Mountain and Sea Fire Scroll only needs to branch the martial energy into the meridians, but this space-separating technique also requires branching the demonic energy into the magic, which is too difficult.
"Okay, I'll go and see the boy Long Wanshan first."
After Mr. Zeng said that, he flew away and disappeared into the twilight in a blink of an eye.
Now that I see Mr. Zeng stepping on the air-controlling magic weapon, Du Xuan's thoughts are completely different from the past. He is particularly amazed that Mr. Zeng's air-controlling magic weapon is faster than the shadow snake track of the wild Ruyi Shu.
As a result, Du Xuan suddenly realized that no wonder Mr. Zeng sneaked into the back mountain of Du Mansion without any notice. This old thief Zeng could not only hide his breath, but also had such a fast air-controlling magic weapon. Almost no matter where he traveled, he would feel like he was entering a nobody's realm.
Back on the trunk that had just rested, the three of them were still asleep under the tree. Du Xuan was curious and landed gently beside the three of them, covering his nose and holding his breath, picking up the little thing that Mr. Zeng had just thrown down.
This is a magic weapon like a small gourd. Du Xuan injected the magic energy into exploring it and immediately realized that it was a magic weapon that released deep hypnotic mist. He understood the mechanism of the magic weapon, and then asked the magic weapon to stop releasing the hypnotic weapon and then put it away.
After this night, waves broke out in Du Xuan's heart, like the gorgeous clouds in the sky.
Mr. Zeng is mysterious and has even more powerful. His strength is Gu Qingshan, the master of the Demon Valley. In Du Xuan's understanding, Mr. Zeng is the strongest demon cultivator. Whether Long Wanshan can be saved and whether he can possess the demonic consciousness and demonic energy again depends on Mr. Zeng.
To be precise, after attacking Mr. Zeng with all his might, Du Xuan also realized that he still had a lot of room for improvement.
Under the fierce attack without stopping, Zeng Lao Shen was trapped in the fog array, but he took all these attacks with ease. The demonic energy in Du Xuan's meridians was even thicker than Zeng Lao, which shows that Zeng Lao either had more powerful protective magic or was extremely proficient in the Flaming White Tiger Battle, and this magic weapon could also exert great power.
In addition, after obtaining the portrait of the magic weapon, Du Xuan not only does not have to worry about the fluctuations in his mood affecting his cultivation, but also can explore the third level of the art of space when he is free.
Du Xuan always believed that he had the foundation of practicing Shanhai Fire Scroll for three years and could separate martial arts a few years ago. His control of spiritual energy was naturally far better than other demon cultivators, and he would definitely reach the third level of the art of space.
The sun and the moon alternate, and the bright sun illuminates the entire forest.
After the four of them simply used breakfast, they started a new day. Xie Ming and the other two knew nothing about what happened last night, which shows the extraordinary significance of the hypnotic magic weapon.
Gradually, Du Xuan used less and less colorful sandalwood sticks, and the flame white tiger battle became more familiar. Within half a month, Mr. Zeng's stimulation allowed him to finally use the Golden Beetle Red Python Formation. Once the Golden Beetle Red Python Formation was used, three body-protecting golden light barriers could be formed around Du Xuan. Although he was still very unfamiliar and his power had not been fully exerted, it was still more powerful than the Holy Color Demon Shield.
Let’s talk about Long Wanshan.
The collapse of the demon consciousness has completely let Long Wanshan bury hatred deeply into his heart. In Long Wanshan's opinion, the master Du Xuan mentioned at the beginning was just a temporary comfort and did not take it seriously.
On this day, the hour of Xu had arrived, and Long Wanshan was the last one to stay in the store as usual.
If a person who has nothing to worry about, time will naturally pass faster if he has something to do. If he is idle, it will make people feel lonely and make people think of sad past events more easily. Therefore, in Shangguan Dantang, Long Wanshan always takes the initiative to do things enthusiastically, and tries not to let himself be idle. The task of closing the door until the Xu hour is always taken on by Long Wanshan.
The sound of the sound of the sound on the street came, and Long Wanshan slowly walked to the door, pushing the heavy gate. On this quiet street, the creaking sound seemed particularly crisp.
Just as I was about to push another door, a white old man suddenly appeared in Long Wanshan's sight. An old man appeared silently, which scared Long Wanshan.
Looking at the old man, Long Wanshan felt familiar. He frowned and thought for a moment before remembering that this old man had come to the store during the day.
"Senior, are you going to buy some things or sell some equipment and medicinal materials?" Long Wanshan asked politely.
This old man is undoubtedly Mr. Zeng. Mr. Zeng smiled and said, "Are you closed now, you still have to do my business?"
Long Wanshan looked confused and didn't know how to take Mr. Zeng's words for a moment. Why did you come here to do not do business?
"Be entrusted by someone to see a doctor." Mr. Zeng glanced at the boring Long Wanshan, then walked into the store and sat down on the chair next to him.
Seeing that Long Wanshan was still a little stunned, Zeng Old Snorted, "I can't come yet! Let me see if you are saved."
This immediately woke Long Wanshan up. Could it be that this was the master Du Xuan said at the time? Thinking of this, Long Wanshan immediately sat opposite Mr. Zeng in three steps, stretched out his hand and placed it on the table, and said in surprise: "Senior, are you entrusted by Xuanzi...Du Xuan?"
Mr. Zeng glanced at Long Wanshan, nodded slightly, then pressed Long Wanshan's wrist and used his demonic energy. At the same time, he said, "Don't be too happy, I may not have a solution."
"Yes, yes, it's a great blessing for me to be able to bother me to come and go!" Long Wanshan said quickly.
As the demonic energy penetrated into Long Wanshan's already shrinking meridians, Mr. Zeng's forehead slowly twisted together. Seeing Long Wanshan in his eyes, he couldn't help but feel nervous.
Then, Mr. Zeng quietly performed the vein refining technique. But for a moment, there was no improvement at all. Then, Mr. Zeng took out two more pills and asked Long Wanshan to take it.
Long Wanshan only knew that one of these two pills was Mosheng Pill, but he didn't know the other one.