0069: On the wedding day, Taihong meets the sacred stone!
"The efficacy of Foxin Pills is simply exaggerated."
"I wonder what it is made of?"
"After using it up, I'll ask Xuan Sha for some more. I wonder if he still has any more?"
While Lu Changfeng was thinking, he made himself a pot of tea to soothe his tired spirit.
At the same time, Hei Niu was summoned and asked to bring over the 400-pound pig-iron sword prepared in advance to start the fourth level of Fengtian Forging Sword Technique.
While taking a break, Lu Changfeng activated the technique he got from Xuan Killer.
This is a complete set of exercises from blood training, tendon refining to bone refining.
It’s called [Demon Buddha Kung Fu].
From Lu Changfeng's perspective, the level is also the top, worthy of the Holy Demon Sect's skills.
However, it is somewhat different from Lu Changfeng's guess. This method cannot be said to have any connection with the Seven Fengtian Styles, it can only be said to have nothing to do with it.
The blood-forging technique has only been practiced to the seventh level.
The initial number of Yi Jin Gong methods to be unlocked is 7,749.
There is a huge difference from the initial number of 9981 meridians recorded in Fengtian Seven Styles.
"The technique seems to have nothing to do with the Seven Fengtian Styles."
"However, the Holy Demon Sect has nine major demon sects, as well as the inheritance of the sect master. Maybe it's just that the techniques of the Dark Buddha Demon Sect are different."
Lu Changfeng put away the [Demon Buddha Skill].
After feeling a little relieved, I continued to take the ‘Buddha Heart Pill’ and started sprint training.
Ever since I entered the seventh level of blood training, I haven't experienced this kind of pleasure of improving my strength through practice for a long time.
Nowadays, the level of warriors he comes into contact with is getting higher and higher, and Lu Changfeng also wants to complete the ninth level of blood forging as soon as possible, so as to step into the realm of Yijin in one fell swoop!
With Lu Changfeng's background, I am afraid that once he steps into the realm of Yi Jin, he will be the strongest among the Yi Jin martial arts masters.
By then, the martial arts world will be safer.
......
At this time.
Eastern suburb of Jiangzhou.
An old temple was recently renovated and a new temple was erected.
The name of the temple is ‘Sashoji’, and the name is so murderous that believers are afraid to come to worship the Buddha.
Therefore, there is only a handful of incense in front of the Sesshoji Temple.
At this time, a figure passed by inside the Sesshou Temple.
But it was Master Xuansha who presided over the temple who walked into the temple with a figure in his hand.
On the Xuan Killer, a middle-aged martial artist was having his throat pressed down, making a desperate sound from his mouth.
The disciples of the temple opened the door and said "Amitabha" to welcome the abbot back to the temple.
Xuan Sha carried the middle-aged martial artist in one hand and walked straight to an alchemy room in the temple.
In the alchemy room, the temple disciples had already raised the furnace and it was burning red.
Xuan Sha directed a disciple to put in various medicinal materials and exotic animal meat.
"Amitabha."
"It seems that the Holy Master also encountered trouble in the ninth level of blood forging."
"As a member of the Dark Buddha Demon Sect, I should pave the way for the Holy Lord."
"As the saying goes. If I don't go to hell, who will?"
The middle-aged martial artist on Xuan Killer showed a horrified look.
He was originally an escort, and when he went out today, he fell into the hands of this godly monk out of nowhere.
The monk's strength was so terrifying that even though he was a great martial artist, he was captured by the monk without even a few attempts to resist, his muscles and veins were sealed, and his limbs were lost.
"Don't be afraid of the donor. You should be happy that you can enter the body of the Holy Lord, become the nourishment of the Holy Lord, and witness the rise of the Holy Sect with the Holy Lord..."
Xuan Sha lifted the bodyguard high.
When the liquid in the alchemy furnace began to boil, he suddenly stretched out his hand and entered the escort's chest.
The heart blood in the bodyguard's chest accurately shot into the alchemy furnace and merged into the liquid. Xuansha grabbed the heart that was still beating in the chest of the great martial artist and threw it into the alchemy furnace.
The escort lost the breath of life, Xuan Sha let go of his hand, and the body slowly fell.
The disciples of the own temple packed up the body and carried it to the back garden for burial.
"Amitabha, you good people are refining Buddha Heart Pills, which are used by the Holy Lord."
The disciples of the temple were disciples of the Dark Buddha Demon Sect, and they all nodded respectfully.
"A great martial artist can only refine one Buddha's Heart Pill."
"This speed is too slow, and it may not be enough to consume the Holy Lord."
"Perhaps, I should grab some bone-refining martial arts masters..." Xuansha Yun Gong evaporated the blood on his hands, and his figure slowly disappeared into the depths of the temple.
The newly painted vermilion paint on the temple is inexplicably redder.
......
The eve of Zhao Xingtian’s wedding.
Lu Changfeng took three Buddha Heart Pills in one breath, and the progress of the seventh level of blood training improved a lot.
This feeling of greatly improved progress is really refreshing.
I rested for a few hours at night.
Early the next morning, Lu Changfeng got up energetically and sat in the main hall with Chunzhu dressed up to wait.
One is the young sect leader of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, and the other is a saint from the Taihong Society, both of whom are extraordinary figures.
Major newspapers in Jiangzhou Fucheng have already publicized this wedding.
It stands to reason that the meeting outside the Changle Martial Arts Hall will be bustling with people.
However, Taihong will make arrangements in advance.
Hundreds of disciples inside the gate separated the road, and the rest could only watch from a distance.
As one of the ten largest sects in Jiangnan Prefecture, and most of its disciples are neurotic, no one would be willing to offend the Taihong Society for such a trivial matter.
As soon as the time came, Hong Xiangxiang, the Saint of Taihong Society, dressed in a tight red outfit and riding a big white horse, arrived at the martial arts arena of Changle Martial Arts Hall on time.
Lu Changfeng and others went out to greet them, while Zhao Xingtian followed them with a calm expression. He was also dressed in red today.
"Xingtian, come with me!" Hong Xiangxiang rode on the horse and stretched out her hand towards Zhao Xingtian.
The disciples booed around him, and Zhao Xingtian looked ugly, but he still gave Lu Changfeng face and did not fall out.
Zhao Xingtian didn't catch Hong Xiangxiang's hand. He made a move of his own and floated up, landing steadily on the horse behind Hong Xiangxiang.
Hong Xiangxiang glanced back and smiled indifferently.
"Then, Uncle Lu, Xiangxiang will take Xingtian home!"
"Let's meet again at Luoshui Restaurant later!"
Lu Changfeng smiled and nodded, waving goodbye to the two of them: "Let's go! Happy wedding!"
Hong Xiangxiang chuckled, took the reins and rode away with Zhao Xingtian, followed by Taihonghui disciples in mysterious clothes.
Watch the pick-up team leave.
Lu Changfeng waved his hand and asked the disciples to start the banquet.
Today, several tables have been prepared in the martial arts hall.
......
The time soon came to evening.
Luoshui Restaurant was booked by Taihong Club today.
The entire restaurant is filled with Taihong Society disciples.
On the top five floors of the restaurant, there are tables full of elite figures in the martial arts world of Jiangzhou Prefecture.
Zhao Xingtian and Hong Xiangxiang sat at the middle table, next to them were Lu Changfeng, the high priest of Taihong Society and other senior officials of Taihong Society.
Zhao Xingtian's interest was still not high, and he sat aside awkwardly. However, this was his own fault, and it was a good ending to end in this situation.
Hong Xiangxiang's smile was as bright as a flower, and she looked very happy.
After three rounds of drinking.
The high priest took out a box from his arms.
"Since you are married, then this kind of thing should be given to you."