Chapter 1688 The agreement is reached, the method of innate Qi
Su Twelve smiled lightly and did not comment, but continued: "This condition should not be difficult for the elderly, right?"
This was the first time he had met the old man in front of him. He had no idea what kind of person he was.
I can only say that from the appearance, he does not look like a treacherous and evil person. However, there are always no absolutes in things in the world. You know people, they know their faces, but they don’t know their hearts.
Under such circumstances, it is naturally impossible for him to reveal his true purpose easily.
After all, it is about breaking one's own seal, and there is no room for sloppiness.
"That's all, I'm not going to die soon, so I don't expect you to help me heal my wounds."
"You saved my life after all, and you got into trouble because of me. It's just a martial art, and it's not a big deal to teach you."
"However, don't say that I didn't remind you that the method of finding spiritual crystals has nothing to do with innate Qi. If you are looking for spiritual crystals, then wasting your energy on this method is just a waste of time and you.
s life."
Sighing softly, the old man spoke repeatedly.
At the end of the sentence, I didn’t forget to remind Su Twelve.
Su Twelve smiled calmly and said: "Old man, don't worry, I am not practicing this skill just to find the spiritual crystal."
The old man lay on the ground, nodded slightly, and then continued to speak, saying a series of formulas.
He taught the formula to Su Twelve and guided Su Twelve in his practice in oral form.
Su Twelve humbly accepted the instruction, and then he let go of his worries.
When practicing, don’t dare to be distracted at all.
Even if one's own injuries are not healed, physical injuries will be caused from time to time during cultivation, causing great pain.
Su Twelve did not slack off at all, seizing all the time, exhausting all his strength, and constantly practicing the martial arts methods taught by the old man.
In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.
The two of them lived at the bottom of the mine and never left. When other monks came down to look for spiritual crystals, they stayed away.
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However, no matter how hard Su Twelve worked, the innate Qi in his body was never cultivated.
Instead, as time goes by.
The old man's body, which was already seriously injured, began to show signs of collapse under the influence of the poisonous miasma. His whole body exuded a putrid smell.
The old man's injuries were already serious, and his whole body was shrouded in the aura of twilight.
Su Twelve also felt uncomfortable. The poisonous miasma floating everywhere also had a great impact on him.
Coupled with the physical injuries and physical condition, it is also visible to the naked eye that it is getting worse and worse.
Although he has not yet reached the end of his strength, if he cannot recover his cultivation as soon as possible or manages to suppress the influence of the poisonous miasma, it will only be a matter of time before his body collapses.
In such a situation, even though Su Twelve had a strong mind, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious in his heart.
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at the same time.
On the ground above the mine, a bright light pillar appeared, and numb figures gathered around the light pillar.
"What happened? Today is not the time to collect the spiritual crystals. Why did the people from Biyunxuan suddenly notify us to gather here?"
"Who knows, anyway, I'm waiting in this dark place with no chance of survival, no matter what he does. If they tell him to assemble, just assemble!"
"I heard that a big shot is here to do business. If you can satisfy him, you can directly regain your freedom and leave this place!"
"Free body? Leave this place? Will Biyunxuan be so kind?"
"What else could it be that a big shot is here? Biyunxuan still has to give the big shot face, right?"
…
In the gathering crowd, the sound of chatter came and went.
News of the sudden gathering spread, and there were many well-informed people.
As the discussion rang out, many of the numb monks in the crowd had their eyes lit up, and their eyes turned fiery when they looked at the beam of light.
Who would be willing to die if he could live?
Upon hearing the hope of regaining freedom, the monks immediately became interested.
Not long after, in the bright and dazzling light pillar, the space fluctuated violently, the light dimmed, and three figures appeared across the sky.
The leader was a man with fine features and a youthful appearance. He was wearing a green Taoist robe, with long hair flowing behind him, showing his immortal spirit and elegant and outstanding aura.
The invisible fluctuations of aura make his cultivation even more transcendent.
The remaining two people, one fat and the other thin, were on either side of the young man.
They all smiled, bowed slightly, and showed great respect to the young people.
"Senior, don't worry, that kid must have been teleported here. Whether he is dead or alive, the two of us will definitely find him today."
The thin monk twitched his mustache at the corners of his mouth, and his smiling face looked even more flattering.
The young man's face was expressionless, and he nodded slightly and said: "Thank you, you two. After the work is completed, I will send someone to give you the benefits I promised you."
After receiving the young man's confirmation, the smiles on their faces grew brighter.
The fat monk winked, and the bearded monk swayed, and then walked out of the teleportation array, flying proudly into the air, looking at the crowd below with a sharp gaze.
He didn't speak, but kept scanning the crowd below with sharp eyes, while his consciousness spread and he searched for them one by one.
Under the cover of his powerful aura, everyone who had been sealed for a long time had expressions on their faces.
I was nervous, couldn't move, and didn't dare to say anything.
Time passed bit by bit, and two full hours passed.
The mustached monk frowned slightly, and his face gradually became serious.
"what happened?"
Noticing the change in the mustache monk's expression, the fat monk quickly asked in a low voice.
The mustached monk shook his head slightly and answered truthfully: "Senior brother, I haven't found the boy's whereabouts!"
"Not found? How is this possible?" The fat monk also frowned.
Before the mustached monk could speak, the young man placed his hands behind his back in the teleportation array light column and asked, "Two little friends, what happened?"
Naturally, the expressions and reactions of the two people could not be hidden from him.
After a quick glance at each other, the monk with the mustache said with a wry smile: "Senior, the person you are looking for did not appear at the scene. It seems...either he intentionally hid and did not come here. Or his cultivation level was sealed.
He was attacked by the poisonous miasma and died here."
As he said this, the mustached monk was filled with anxiety.
A mere Nascent Soul cultivator from outside the realm can obtain massive cultivation resources. Naturally, he is not willing to miss such an opportunity.
"Death? Impossible. With his ability, it is absolutely impossible for him to die so easily."
"Since it's not here, I'll look for it myself!"
The young man's eyes flashed with light, and as he spoke, his aura surged around his body, and he was about to step out of the teleportation array light beam.
The fat monk's face changed slightly and he quickly stopped the young man.
"Senior, wait a minute!"
"Um?"
The young man's figure paused, and the fat monk who looked at him with sharp eyes felt terrified.
The absolute suppression of strength made it impossible for him to have any will to resist in front of young people.