Chapter 15 Eight-Level Eight Diagrams Fist and Shadowless Phantom Step
Although Su Twelve didn't know much, he was not stupid. He would just smile and say nothing regardless of what he said.
After he finished speaking, he said: "I don't know whether these two secret books are powerful or not, but after all, they are cultivated by warriors. They should be of little value to immortal cultivators."
Zhu Hanwei twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled, "It can't be said that it is completely useless. At least in the early stage, it can still increase some strength."
He knew in his heart that in the eyes of immortal cultivators, this kind of martial arts secret book was not only nothing, but also not very valued. Otherwise, he would have taken advantage of it long ago.
Saying all this is just to raise the price.
"How many Peiyuan Pills do you plan to exchange for these three books?" Su Twelve asked directly without arguing with him.
"Eight... no, six!" As soon as Zhu Hanwei opened his mouth, he saw that Su Twelve's expression was not right, so he quickly changed his words.
"Three coins, if you want them, trade them now!" Su Twelve stared at him twice, put down the three books and didn't look at them again.
For him, he can have as much Peiyuan Pill as he wants, but he has no intention of doing good things. This kind of secret can only rot in his stomach.
"Ah? Only three? That's too little, it should be at least five!" Zhu Hanwei opened his mouth wide and grimaced, looking like he had suffered a big loss.
As soon as he finished speaking, seeing Su Twelve turning around and leaving, he hurriedly shouted: "Four! Brother, at least give me four!"
"Okay!" This time, Su Twelve did not insist.
He didn't care at all where Zhu Hanwei came from these books. To him, as long as he could increase his knowledge and improve his strength, it was completely worth it to pay a few Yuan Yuan Dan.
Soon, Su Twelve exchanged four high-quality Peiyuan Pills for three books, and exchanged two more for two hundred and forty taels of silver. He separated from Zhu Hanwei and continued to rush to the Wasted Pill Room.
Zhu Hanwei looked at Su Twelve's leaving figure and narrowed his eyes with a smile.
"I didn't expect that a few books I picked up at random could be of such high value. With these high-grade Yuan-Pui Yuan Pills, I am more certain of awakening my spiritual roots."
Grinning, he hurriedly put away his things and then ran towards his residence.
Abandoned alchemy room.
As soon as Su Twelve came back, he started practicing according to the contents of the two martial arts secret books.
These two martial arts were not very sophisticated, but the techniques for exerting force and fighting skills involved gave him a lot of experience.
In comparison, he could only be said to have brute strength.
To this end, he specially made several wooden dummies in the yard.
In just seven days, I became proficient in these two skills.
In the yard, Su Twelve stepped on magic steps, moving with incomparable flexibility, elegant and agile, making people unpredictable.
From time to time, he would use his fists to hit the dummies one by one.
"Bang bang bang..."
When the fist fell, it changed from being elegant and agile, to opening and closing widely, with unusually strong strength.
Each of the dummies shattered in response to the sound.
Just as another palm was about to hit a dummy, Su Twelve had an idea.
When the hands move, the true energy in the body surges.
The moment he made the move, a fireball the size of a fist appeared in his palm.
The fireball radiated high temperature, and before it could be activated, it was pressed against the dummy with a palm.
"Huh~"
The next second, a flame shot up into the sky. The dummy was directly burned under the flame.
Feeling that less than one-tenth of the true energy was consumed in his body, Su Twelve immediately beamed with joy.
"Is it really possible?! In this way, if I face those low-level monsters, I can kill them easily even without the help of traps!"
"Since the fire control technique can be combined with this Kung Fu, what about the wind breathing technique!"
With a roll of his eyes, Su Twelve immediately stepped on his magic steps and rushed towards the wooden dummy in the farthest corner.
"Call the wind!"
The moment he raised his legs, a strong wind blew behind him.
The body glided in the air for a while, and the moment it landed, it passed directly over the farthest dummy.
“It’s too windy, but the idea is feasible!”
Su Twelve smiled broadly, as if he had discovered a new world, and continued to practice with great interest.
In a blink of an eye, the time agreed with the handyman disciple of the Pill Pavilion came.
This afternoon, two more figures appeared on the mountainside of Cuihuan Mountain where the Waste Alchemy Room is located.
One of them, with a sinister face, was the handyman disciple of the elixir pavilion.
The other person, who was not very old, was a young man who looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old and had a dignified appearance. He had a long sword on his back and looked a little handsome.
"I really don't know how you have been cultivating all these years, but you can't even defeat a disciple who has just started for half a year." The young man with the sword on his back said angrily with his mouth flat.
The handyman disciple followed the boy, obediently like a little chicken.
"You really can't blame me! I didn't expect that boy to be a Qigong practitioner, and he would take action at the slightest disagreement! I told you that the bottle of high-grade elixir was reserved by you, senior brother, but he still took it away.
!" The handyman disciples looked sad and started to provoke him as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Hmph! I want to see where a newcomer has the courage to steal my things!" The sword-carrying young man snorted coldly and stared at the handyman disciple fiercely.
"But the thing was thrown from your hand, do you have to give me an explanation?!"
The handyman disciple shrank his neck and said with a smile: "Senior brother, don't worry, of course I will be responsible for this matter. I finally collected these two first-level light-escape talismans."
As he said that, the handyman disciple took out two khaki talismans three inches long and one inch wide from his arms with a pained expression on his face.
Seeing this, the boy carrying the sword grabbed the talisman, grinned, looked at the mountain, and quickened his pace.
Soon, the two of them arrived outside the Waste Pill Room.
"Brother, I'm going to knock on the door!"
Looking at the locked door, the handyman disciple's eyes lit up, and he was about to knock on the door.
"Knock on the door? Huh, no need!"
The boy carrying the sword snorted coldly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and a fireball as big as a fist appeared in his hand.
"call out!"
The fireball shot out of the air and exploded on the door.
In the courtyard, Su Twelve was reading a book. When he heard the footsteps outside, he became alert.
Unexpectedly, before he could react, he saw the courtyard door disappear in the fire.
Immediately, two figures walked in.
"Is it you? It seems... you are going to regret it?" Su Twelve raised his eyebrows, his eyes swept over the servant disciples and landed on the young man carrying the sword next to him.
Such rich spiritual power, second level of Qi refining stage?!
Seeing that man, Su Twelve was shocked.
The cultivation level of a monk can generally be seen as long as he does not deliberately restrain his aura. Of course, the realms are too different. It is impossible to see the cultivation level of a high realm in a low realm. On the contrary, a high realm will look at a low realm, unless there are special circumstances.
The method of condensing qi, otherwise it will be all over the place.