When Zhan Changfeng saw that it was getting late, he went to the pier first.
When she entered the inn on the ship where Ling Weichu was staying temporarily, she saw him lying on the ground without any image, drawing talisman. She didn't say anything about this talisman-drawing gesture, she only said, "Senior, I'm here to give you acupuncture."
Ling Weichu got up from the ground, "Don't call me senior, you are my lord now."
These words are a bit sour. The sour thing is not that he sold himself to her, but that this guy is obviously very talented at drawing talismans, but he doesn't want to learn. Tsk tsk.
Zhan Changfeng smiled and said nothing.
Ling Weichu lay down on the couch, still feeling a little uneasy, "Is it acupuncture to remove the poison? Is this treatment effective?"
"This is a doctor's secret." The pseudo-doctor opened the needle pack and thanks to the blessing of those few days lurking in Baicao Yard, her technique of handling the silver needles looked very professional, and Ling Weichu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Then the pseudo-physician stung him unconscious, threw away the silver needle, and used the breath-breathing technique, causing seven animal-shaped black energy to fly above the human body.
"Swallow a thief, scare him."
The seven souls govern body functions and have different responsibilities.
Swallowing thief soul can eliminate evil spirits and thief winds, eliminate foreign objects in the body, and it is the best way to use it to remove the power of fire poison remaining in the body due to external fire.
This fire poison is indeed overbearing. In just one time, Zhan Changfeng was unable to completely remove it and only weakened it by 20%.
But this also made Ling Weichu see great hope, and his words were not too explosive.
It was already night when Ling Weichu woke up. He felt his body was a little lighter. He couldn't help but look happy. He glanced at the silver needle corroded by fire poison and said, "The quality is too bad. If you have a chance, ask my old friend to give it to you."
Forge a set of gold needles.”
Zhan Changfeng was leaning on the desk to record his insights into using the Soul Breathing Technique twice. Hearing this, he asked, "Is your old friend a weapon refiner?"
"She is still a top refiner, but she is so dead, let me tell you..." The old man with a messy head suddenly closed his mouth, the big bags under his eyes trembled, and he tugged on his beard, looking at this man's smile.
Guang Puzhao said, "Oh, you don't want to have her idea, do you?"
Zhan Changfeng said nothing.
Ling Weichu's whole face became vivid, "She is more difficult to deal with than me. You can't impress her with your current conditions."
The old man said with enthusiasm, "Look, there are only three of you including me. We can do whatever we want, and those two are still just kids!"
As a result, he rolled his eyes, and the little boy was looking at him outside the door, one with a raised brow, the other cold and expressionless.
Ling Weichu smacked his lips, pretending that he hadn't said anything, and left holding the strokes.
Jiansu Lanhua raised his fingers and said, "Naughty!"
"Eat." Lin Han put the food box on the table. After registering his name, he saw that Zhan Changfeng had not returned to the inn after dark, so he expected to be here, so he came over to eat together.
After eating, Chuanluo had already stopped for the night and simply stayed on the boat.
The bright moon was in the sky, and the lights on the pier illuminated most of Lengjiang.
Zhan Changfeng took the fishing rod, sat cross-legged on the bow of the boat, swung it, and the hook and the fishing line were submerged into the water in the distance. There were many people like her, on the boat, the dock, and the shore, facing each other steadily.
The vast Lengjiang River.
The small meeting started before the big one. Lin Han and Jiansu happened to register on the last day. Thinking about the competition with others tomorrow, they couldn't sleep. They heard that there was a small secret place near Lengjiang where people could practice, so they went together.
I went to see her fishing outside and informed her in a low voice.
Zhan Changfeng nodded, with a warm smile that seemed to hold the whole night.
Later, Ling Weichu came up to her and didn't say anything. He just sat next to her drinking wine and looking at the moon. His calm and weathered face finally took on the look of a master.
The fishing line moved, and Ling Weichu said, "Don't be anxious, take your time."
He waved his hand and stood up, "As we get older, drinking is no longer enjoyable. Also, take the pile of talismans on the table to take up space."
"Okay." Zhan Changfeng stared at the tight fishing line. There was no movement. Gradually, the line loosened and there was no movement.
The water rippled slightly and moved to both sides. In the darkness, a huge cargo ship slowly approached, its outline illuminated by thousands of fishing lights.
After entering the harbor and stopping, the sails were lowered and the people on top did their own thing, in good order.
Zhan Changfeng put away the fishing rod without bait and returned to the cabin to practice.
The next day, the sky was slightly bright, and the Sichuan rose was already in full bloom.
The most eye-catching thing in the large square specially built by Chuanluo for the Hai Hai Conference is the ten large arenas arranged in a circle.
Each arena has a round bottom and a diameter of 100 meters. There are stone pillars at the four corners holding up the sky. It is very majestic.
Surrounding the square is the viewing platform.
It was still two hours before the small gathering, but the viewing platform was already overcrowded, and the surrounding restaurants and restaurants with good views had already been booked.
What is missing in the monastic world?
Strong!
What do the various forces lack?
Strong!
Under certain circumstances, the Cultivation Conference is a platform for various forces to recruit potential talents. Some sects and casual cultivators will also wait and see and recruit disciples here.
Facing the square is Qingyuan Pavilion, a famous building in Chuanluo. The envoys from various forces pay attention to the situation on the arena in the elegant rooms of Qingyuan Pavilion.
When the time came, a sword-wielding man wearing dark clothes stepped onto each of the ten arenas. They were the guardians specially sent by the Hengsheng Sword Sect.
The innate and acquired moves are usually not yet refined, and they are not very sophisticated, let alone secret skills. There is no way to tell their potential through competitions such as supernatural powers, so at the beginning of the small meeting, they will use someone who is higher than them.
Build the foundation of realm to squeeze them and see how they respond to the crisis.
Only by passing the challenge of the defender and defending for one round can you enter the next round of assessment.
As soon as these ten people came out, people suddenly started talking loudly.
"Look, they are all the leaders of the new generation of Hengsheng Sword Sect."
"Oh, Yu Li, Wang Ran, Qing Feng, Lan Zhi, Zuo Ren, Yuan Qi and Wen Quan are all in the same foundation, especially the three people called the leaders, Chao Lei, Shu Ran and Xiao Ruo, are all already
Foundation-building is complete! And it’s on the list!”
"This generation's lineup cannot be underestimated. They are all swordsmen. Not to mention they are at the same level, and challenging them by leapfrogging is a trivial matter."
"In our Shanhai Realm, apart from Wansha Sword Pavilion, Hengsheng is the only one who can be considered a sword cultivator. The others can only use swords."
"Hahaha, these young monks are so lucky to meet Chao Lei, Shu Ran, and Xiao Ruo, who are on the list."
.....
The wine shop was noisy. Zhan Changfeng sat by the window on the third floor and looked down, just in time to see ten arenas within the scope of the soul seal.
She first rescued Lin Han. Jiansu was pleased with her sight. She saw that the birthdays noted for them on the list of sacrifices were number two. They were both born in autumn. They had the innate conditions to practice the Jackdaw Art, and they were in Pojunxiang.
Sitting alone in the Ziwu Palace, he has the style of a Confucian general.
The original intention was to introduce the Day Clan, who might be successful in the military realm, but after testing their cultivation aptitude, they still felt that they should go to the Shangzong to pursue higher Taoism. The temple here was still too small.
Zhan Changfeng drank all the spiritual wine in the cup, and the following competition had already begun.
In the first dozen or so competitions, the challengers were basically wiped out by those swordsmen one by one. As time went by, really strong young people began to show up.
Lin Han and Jian Su stepped onto the ring almost at the same time. Lin Han was at the peak of innate talent and had once challenged Foundation Establishment. Her opponent was a sword cultivator named Qingfeng.
Qing Feng raised his eyes and unsheathed his sword, "For the sake of fairness, if you take my ten moves, you will win."
Lin Han's cold eyes were calm. Duckweed Guai had not moved yet, but his stern force was already rising. Qing Feng raised his lips and said, "It seems there is no need to give in."
One night in the small secret realm, there may be danger everywhere, but her anger has not subsided, and the killing power that shakes people's hearts is actually the power of Qingfeng's sword that is faintly eroding.
Qing Feng did not dare to be careless, and the sword skills in his hands became more and more sophisticated.
Lan Zhi, who was on the other stage, smiled softly and said, "That's your sister. It seems I don't have to hold back on you."
Jian Su was anxious, "No, sister, our situations are different. You can't generalize. If I face you first and build a foundation, I really have no chance of winning. We'd better discuss a few moves before you let me win."
"..." This child is really sincere, is he his biological child?
While talking, Lin Han had already used duckweed to point Qing Feng's throat. The people in the audience calculated that he could win within ten moves. Although the possibility of Qing Feng letting go was not ruled out, it could be seen from the fight between the two that she
With her impressive fighting ability, she immediately paid more attention to this girl.
Lin Han looked into the distance and prepared to defend the enemy.