I have such a rich experience in fighting. As long as I have seen such a simple martial arts rule in the Eight Desolate World, I can immediately find a way to deal with it. So once the Yang Gaowang guided me to the air, I will be able to beat you up next.
My Feng-Stripping Palm attacks very fast. It is much faster than his Dingqi Fist. Moreover, my body movements are like the Wood Wu. Even if it is nailed in the air, it is fine. His Yang Gaowang cannot stay in the air. He can only maintain it with the rushing step of breathing. Once one goes freely, he will only be beaten passively!
And not dealing with him on the ground is of course for the sake of now, because it is difficult to deal with when he is on the ground. But now I am one-sided and I am defending him!
"Splitting the Wind Palm! Splitting the Wind Palm! Splitting the Wind Palm!" My attack poured out like crazy, colliding with his Ding Qi Fist again and again. Even though the cultivation level was very different, my attack could divide the shadow of Ding Qi Fist into two every time. The remaining attacks even hit Yang Gaowang directly, and quickly cut deep bone-sighted scars on his body!
Moreover, once my attacks became dense, there were even attacks that he could not stop, which soon made him feel in pain. Even these wind-slashing palms penetrated his flesh deeply like a knife. For a moment, Yang Gaowang became a bloody man, and in the end he didn't even have time to shoot the Ding Qi Fist, which was simply directly abused by me!
Chichichichichi!
This guy hit me more than a dozen wind-breaking palms, but in the end he couldn't even release his unique skills, so he beat me to the ground. At this moment, he was already venting more and inhaling less!
"You...you...can't...how long have you been practicing..." Yang Gaowang's fingers trembled and his face twitched.
"Hehe, thirty years from Hedong, thirty years from Hexi. There is no unchanging thing. It's just that you'll fall into a step before you notice it. You may not even be able to beat my senior sister Xianli now." After I said that, I instantly hit the palm of my hand and sent him to the west. This guy is selfish and indulges his disciples to commit crimes. This cause and effect is enough for him to die, and I just give him some pleasure.
After killing Yang Gaowang's disciple, I burned them with a fire, and then headed towards Luomugu Market without any nostalgia.
Although I couldn't fly, under the guidance of Hua Muwu, my speed was very fast. After killing Yang Gaowang, I got his storage bag. I thought about it for a long time, but unfortunately, because my cultivation is indeed much worse than Yang Gaowang, I really couldn't crack the things inside. I could only put them away.
After giving up cracking the storage bag, I also began to study and refine my palm cultivation techniques, external, internal and physical techniques, and I couldn't do without simplification. However, after several transformations, I found that this technique was actually weird and did not have much room for evolution, which forced me to give up. It seems that with countless years of precipitation, the Eight Desolate World has its own set of methods to practice, and there is no shortage of high-level immortals. They have actually done everything I have done.
The Wind-Breaking Palm is just one of the three basic martial arts, and I have not yet understood the unique skills. Because I was originally in the foundation-building stage, I suddenly came to the crystallization realm, and it is inevitable that the gap will be cut off. After all, a normal immortal may not be able to successfully crystallize in several years, or even more than ten years.
But since the crystallization has been successful, I must keep up with the skills and methods of the crystallization realm, because the immortals like Yang Gaowang who underestimated the enemy may not encounter it for the second time.
Even if I have the first-class movement technique in the forest such as Hua Muwu, it took me five and a half days to reach the Luomu Valley Market.
Luomugu Market is the gate of Luomugu’s front mountain, and some of the surrounding immortals gradually gathered over more than a hundred years. A distribution center has gradually formed. Ninety-nine percent of the immortals here are not the immortals in Luomugu, and most of them come from other sects. The rest are casual cultivators. It is estimated that at most one percent of the disciples and disciples in Luomugu’s front mountain are good.
As for why a market gathered, it was actually very simple. Luomugu was almost exterminated by the Taoist sect, and there were almost no disciples left in the sect. Most of the inheritors of the Taoist tradition left behind were weak, and this was because other evil sects came to help. Otherwise, there would have been no Taoist tradition long ago.
Of course, Luomugu did not do well back then, so other evil heretics did not do their best.
But these are all past events. At least there is a market left around the outer door of Luomu Valley, although the existence of this market itself is a kind of irony.
To put it bluntly, this market is a crow's nest. Most of the immortals gathered here are for the treasures left over from Luomu Valley that were not taken away by the righteous and evil ways back then. After all, Luomu Valley is like other immortal sects. The entire mountain gate is not the final place for storing treasures, and most of the wealth is hidden in the cave of the dead immortals.
This also means that in the years to come, Luomu Valley will become a treasure for excavation, because the area of Luomu Valley can be calculated by almost tens of thousands of square kilometers. Even the inner sect is not comparable to that of ordinary small sects!
The higher the status of high-level immortals in a sect, the more caves they occupy, the larger the ones, which also leads to Luomu Valley becoming a behemoth itself, and finding the ruins of these immortals is nothing less than finding needles in a big lake.
Because it is a distribution center, there are not many fixed shops here. After all, when Luomu Valley is fully discovered and developed, the reason for everyone to gather will no longer exist. After a century of vicissitudes, Luomu Valley is declining, and the lively market is enough to reflect a place that is fertile or depressed.
When you look at the Luomugu Market in front of you from a distance, you can see how many temporary merchants and how many immortal families are left. No wonder that the old man Feng Zhen asked me to go to the Xiandao Market. I guess he felt that I couldn't afford to pay extra money here.
I didn't have much expectations, but I still need to ask about the situation of the Xiandao Market.
The strange face walked into this distribution center and there was a lot of attention. Of course, although I looked young, the crystal realm was on the surface, and some immortals dared not neglect, because the immortals who were active in this declining Luomu Valley site were no longer a novice.
"Fellow Daoist, I'm looking at Yansheng, is this the first time I'm here?" While I was slowly observing the scavenger camp, a middle-aged man also leaned over, and he was covered with a bunch of dazzling items.