When Lu Xiaotian returned to the inn, he was not in a relaxed mood. Although he ran on Qian Dali in public to make him fall into the trap, a person like Qian Dali would definitely not let him go, but he didn't know what methods the other party would use.
Lu Xiaotian was extremely depressed when he thought about how the monks on the road had moved out of the way when he returned to the inn, showing awe, ridicule, or hiding from the God of Plague.
After calming down, Lu Xiaotian took out the storage bags of the old man with the hooked nose and the others. The first one to open was naturally the storage bag of the old man with the hooked nose. This person was the most troublesome. If you change to a disciple who has a magic weapon, if you don't have one,
Even the best spiritual armor protector will be killed by this person. The sword formation is extremely domineering. If the opponent has a magic weapon, he may not be able to come back this time.
"Split the Mystery Technique!" From the hook-nosed old man's command of the sword formation, his spiritual consciousness must be far superior to that of monks of the same level. He picked up the jade slip in his hand, and Lu Xiaotian's spiritual consciousness entered it, and suddenly he saw these simple big characters. What follows?
It is the secret method of cultivating divine consciousness and the method of refining the God-Splitting Blade.
"The God-Splitting Blade can actually cut a person's soul in half!" Lu Xiaotian was shocked. If a person's soul is hit hard by this, it will be seriously injured even if it is not dead. Moreover, the pain of the attack on the soul is very human.
I can bear it. This secret technique is actually used for practice. The person who created this secret technique is either a genius or a madman.
He looked at the other items in the hook-nosed old man's storage bag. In addition to a large number of spiritual stones, there were also some spiritual items used to refine the God-Splitting Blade.
There are also a few miscellaneous books on exercises and manuals with various spiritual root attributes, as well as several different spiritual weapons, which seem to have been looted from other monks.
There was a book inside that was "Little Four Elephant Sword Techniques". Lu Xiaozai opened it and read it again, and couldn't help but sigh. It turned out that the old man with a hooked nose used the sword formation in this sword technique. According to the sword formula,
The introduction said that he, a Qi refining monk, would never be able to succeed in cultivation.
It should be by chance that he obtained the Mystic Splitting Technique and successfully practiced it, and his spiritual consciousness improved greatly. This makes sense. Although the Small Four Elephants Sword Formation is extremely powerful, but time is tight, it does not help him enter the Bloody Forbidden Land. As for
Whether to practice after entering the foundation building period depends on the situation.
In addition, there is actually a "Hunyuan Jing" from the middle stage of foundation building and a broken map.
He soon discovered that the material used in this map was exactly the same as the leather spiritual paper such as Hunyuan Jing Shupu.
There was nothing worth looking at in the storage bag of the middle-aged man in blue shirt and the stubby man. Apart from spiritual stones, there were some spiritual herbs that could be exchanged for spiritual stones.
"Hey!" Lu Xiaotian was a little surprised when he opened the old woman's storage bag. In addition to three unidentifiable black scales, there were also three blue poisonous needles. According to the introduction in the book manual, these
The three shadowless needles are as light as ox hair, and they are designed to break through the body's spiritual shield. They are extremely domineering. In the world of cultivation, strength has always been used to judge rankings. This old woman was called the second sister by the hook-nosed old man, ranking second. Although her cultivation level
Slightly lower, but with these vicious poisonous needles, his strength is second only to the old man.
"Fortunately, the old woman's cultivation level is a little lower, otherwise she would really be in danger this time." Lu Xiaotian's heart was frightened. If Bingpo Xuanyin's spiritual attack had not been miraculous, once the old woman and the old man besieged him,
He will definitely be unable to defeat four hands with two fists.
"Why does this small map look so similar to the hook-nosed old man's?"
Lu Xiaotian was puzzled, so he took out the previous map and compared it, and found that the two maps could be spliced together. However, this piece was still not a complete map.
Lu Xiaotian couldn't figure out the function of the map for a while, but it was not an accident that it was collected by two people at the same time. It should be a topographic map somewhere.
After sorting out the things, the spirit stones were sent directly into the barrier. Except for a few shadowless needles, some useless spiritual weapons were put directly into a storage bag. Lu Xiaotian planned to find time to dispose of them.
"It's the Mystery Splitting Technique. Once you collect all the spiritual objects, you can try it." After realizing the difficulty of the hook-nosed old man, Lu Xiaotian also paid special attention to the role of spiritual consciousness.
After packing up his things, Lu Xiaotian took out the elixir and nursed back his injuries a little. In fact, his injuries were not serious. Most of the attacks from the old man's sword formation were blocked by the ice silk silkworm armor. After taking the elixir, he adjusted his breathing for a while. You will be fully recovered.
The next day, Lu Xiaotian went to Zhou's Forge to retrieve the flying sword. At this time, the flying sword was shining with golden light and extremely sharp. He tried to control it with his spiritual consciousness. It could be as big or small as he liked.
"How about Senior Brother Lu?" the strong man with a hammer who was responsible for sharpening the sword asked with a smile.
"Not bad, very satisfied." Lu Xiaotian paid off the remaining spirit stones, turned around and left.
"Senior Brother Lu, wait a moment." Seeing that Lu Xiaotian was about to leave, the hammer man called out hurriedly.
"Is there anything else?" Lu Xiaotian asked.
"Senior Brother Lu is going to the Bloody Forbidden Land. You offended Qian Dali two days ago. His son Qian Xu will also go this time. Qian Xu is a very powerful person. You should be careful. In addition, I heard that Luo Qian has also recovered from his injuries. Yes, I should go too." The hammer man lowered his voice and said.
"Why are you telling me this?" Lu Xiaotian was a little surprised. Ever since he publicly contradicted Qian Dali, Peng Dayong, who often came to the door and rushed to the door, could not even see a shadow. Others were even more afraid to avoid him. .Unexpectedly, this stranger with a hammer would remind him, which somewhat surprised him.
"Qian Xu and I have some issues with him, and we must retaliate. Although Qian Dali is a senior in building the foundation, I know exactly what kind of character he is. I have long disliked the Qian family and his son. Others who are dissatisfied with the Qian family and his son are also very angry. There are people here, but none of them are as courageous as Senior Brother Lu, who dares to pay for the gift in front of everyone and come to the stage." The hammer man smiled and said with a look of admiration.
"I was also made anxious by him. Rabbits bite people when they are anxious, let alone humans." Lu Xiaotian smiled helplessly, and just as he was about to say a few words, a transmission note came from a distance.
Lu Xiaotian took the transmission note, and a majestic voice sounded, "Qinglian Peak Domain has signed up to be a disciple of the Bloody Forbidden Land. Go immediately to the foot of Qinglian Peak Mountain and set off in an hour."
"This is the order from Wuzhang Peak of Qinglian Peak. Don't waste Senior Brother Lu's time. Senior Brother Lu, go quickly. It will be bad if you waste time." said the big man with a hammer.
Lu Xiaotian nodded in thanks. This time he learned his lesson and booked Linghe in advance. It only took him a stick of incense to arrive at Qinglian Peak. Under the towering giant front, there were already more than a dozen disciples, Jinghou, here. Peng Dayong flinched when he saw Lu Xiaotian's eyes, but secretly cooed at Lu Xiaotian. Following Peng Dayong's hint, Lu Xiaotian looked over and saw a thin young man in black clothes who looked somewhat similar to Qian Dali. At this time, Zheng looked over coldly. Lu Xiaotian nodded secretly. He thought Peng Dayong was a loser before, but he misunderstood him.
In this case, you can also secretly remind him that compared to some of his classmates who are adding insult to injury, he is pretty good.
Lu Xiaotian didn't care about Qian Dali and the hostile looks from the two monks around him. He wasn't even afraid of his father, so why would he be worried about this little one? Lu Xiaotian sat aside by himself, taking advantage of some time to meditate and adjust his breath.