The art of reinforcing oneness emphasizes the integration of all laws into one, which is to take the strengths of each art of laws.
Long Wenmu was empty-minded, and the demonic aura on his body fluctuated like a calm sea surface.
The formula for unity cannot be considered a complicated trick. On the contrary, the method of operation is easier than many tricks.
Long Wenmu stood quietly for a stick of incense for a long time. When his eyes opened again, he raised his feet and took a step forward, aimed at a stone pier in the distance, and punched him lightly.
This punch seemed tepid, and the speed of the punch was extremely slow, and the movement seemed to be frozen. However, after the fist was blasted out, the wonderful power suddenly spread, and a dark crack suddenly appeared at the stone pier in the distance.
Countless starlight flashed in the crack, falling on the stone pier without any bias. The moment the stone pier fell into the crack, it was instantly twisted into pieces.
Long Wenmu withdrew his hand and looked at his fist in surprise.
Be accomplished?
What he just used was the method of the Reincarnation Art. Using this method, he combined the two magic techniques of the Sky-Splitting Fist and Nebula Shattering.
The first time I used it really worked.
The cracks torn by the Sky Fist were only at the place where the fist touched, but the punch just now broke the stone pier several feet away.
The ability to track the target is the characteristic of nebula breaking.
The characteristic of the Rising Fist is that it lies in its power, and the disadvantage is that it lies in the range of power. The characteristic of the Nebula Broken Tracking Target coincides with the shortcomings of the Rising Fist.
Although the tearing crack in the punch just now was not as big as normal, it was quite powerful. This was the result of the superposition of the two forces of the Sky Fist and Nebula Broken. And just now, when Long Wenmu made a little attempt and didn't use all his strength.
The Sky-Splitting Fist and Nebula Shattering, and the cracks can track the target. These two magic tricks are really combined.
Long Wenmu was overjoyed and could not have imagined that the effect of the Reforeign Art was so obvious.
This is just now. If one day I can practice the two magic techniques of the Sky Fist and Nebula Broken to the point of perfection, and then combine them with the unified technique, the power will definitely be unimaginable.
I was overjoyed and wanted to try it more. Just when I had this plan, a sudden pressure dropped and immediately filled the courtyard. The breeze blew by in the courtyard, and Changsun Hou appeared above the courtyard.
It's coming again, Long Wenmu looked up.
The last time he came was four days ago. Since he came, he said he had an attack again.
As expected, the demonization traces appeared again on Changsun Hou's face.
He landed lightly not far from Long Wenmu, looked at the shattered stone pier, and reached out to provoke the buds on the treetops next to him.
"The courtyard is accompanied by the scenery, but it's a pity that the mediocre people live in it. It's a pity that this beautiful scenery has ruined." A big man, his voice and expression were so soft that he got goosebumps in his body.
"It's sour, like a sour scholar." Long Wenmu shook his shoulders, and Changsun Hou said to mediocre people, wouldn't it mean he? This guy's mouth is also poisonous.
"The evil scholar is not a scholar." Changsun Hou corrected.
"Scholars are scholars, scholars are scholars, no different." Long Wenmu thought he was a rough person, and was not interested in appreciating his literary talent. He curled his lips and said, "Scholars, did you have another attack today?"
Changsun Hou glared at him: "My surname is Changsun, not Changsun."
"I understand, Chang Xiucai, I have something to say."
Changsun Hou was so angry that every time he saw this kid, he wanted to take action to deal with him.
He hummed twice: "What you just used is the technique of reincarnation?"
Long Wenmu knew that he could not hide it from him: "So what?"
Changsun Hou sneered: "The Reincarnation Art is what I gained from when I visited an ancient ruin. I paid attention to the unity of all things and learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses. However, one of the biggest flaws of this method is that the method of integration requires all proficiency. How many magic arts can a person be proficient in his energy? After all, this is just a useless method. It seems that you are practicing as a treasure, and you are just a mediocre person."
Long Wenmu was too lazy to pay attention to him: "There is no useless thing in the world, it just depends on how people use it."
"Haha, there are as many useless things in the world as there are. Useless is useless. No matter how you use it, it will be embarrassing to be useful. What you say is nothing more than a fantasy nonsense." Changsun Hou retorted mercilessly.
After saying that, he came to the stone table and sat down: "I'm devilish again, come and make things right for me."
This is not the first time that Long Wenmu didn't say anything more and came to the stone table.
When he saw him, he said in surprise: "What's going on with your arm?"
He had cut off Changsun Hou's arm before, but he hadn't seen him for a few days. He found that Changsun Hou's broken arm had actually grown another arm.
The skin looks extremely fair, like a newborn baby, but it is indeed a complete arm.
This guy's broken arms can actually grow out, just like a gecko's tail.
Changsun Hou gently shook the hand: "The broken beard pill can regenerate the broken limbs, you don't even have this knowledge."
Rebirth of broken limbs, Long Wenmu touched his chin. The demon master fights and is inevitably injured. Even if he breaks his hands or feet, it is very common. The effect of the broken elixir has this effect, and it is probably a must-have for those who are venturing outside.
If he had known that there was such a pill in the Qiankun Ring, Long Wenmu would not have returned it to him at the beginning.
He helped Changsun Hou dispel the demonization, Changsun Hou was as unwilling to stay for a long time, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Another day passed, and it was already the day I had agreed with Mi Zhuo.
Early in the morning, Long Wenmu took Yelan and Yu Dashui to the Qingyun Fort.
It didn't take long to go to Mizhuo's place.
It's still the same as before, and other places are bustling, but Mizhuo's door is deserted.
Follow the familiar route and come to the simple courtyard.
In the thatched cottage, the heat waves are surging, and you can feel them from a distance.
Long Wenmu led the other two to push the door and saw Mi Zhuo sleeping soundly on a rattan chair.
This old guy is really not particular about sleeping like this in broad daylight.
"Milao." Long Wenmu shouted.
Mizhuo snored like thunder.
Long Wenmu was furious and went up to his rattan chair and kicked him.
Mi Zhuo jumped up quickly like a burning butt.
"Who? Who!" After seeing Long Wenmu's face clearly, he rubbed his eyes, "It turns out that it's your boy here."
"Mi Lao, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you are still as charming as ever." Long Wenmu flattered inexperienced flattery.
"Nonsense, I've been in a state of style for hundreds of years." Mi Zhuo boasted on the snake and rode.
"How did the things I entrusted you a few days ago?" Long Wenmu asked.
Mizhuo looked at him, grabbed the wine gourd and took a sip of wine: "Since I promised to help you build it, I will naturally build it."
Everyone was happy.
Mi Zhuo shook his legs and came to the stove. He reached out and grabbed it into the stove. He grabbed a knife with his bare hands and threw it to Long Wenmu.
Long Wenmu reached out to take it, feeling hot, and almost left without losing his hand.
"Your weapons are warmed up in my husband's stove, it's great."
Long Wenmu saw that there was still steam on the knife, which was a gray-white knife.
The blade is clear and bright as a mirror.
This knife is shorter than the previous roaring lion sword. The blade edge is about three palms long, and the blade body is one palm wide. The handle is long, which is exactly the same as Long Wenmu's wishes.
The overall flows through the clouds and water, without any vines or branches, which is quite similar to Long Wenmu's wishes.
Holding it in his hand, the afterglow from the knife actually made Long Wenmu feel intimate.
Is it because I have refined the source stone of Yunyin Beast and this knife has also incorporated the materials of Yunyin Beast, so it is so suitable?
"Good knife." Long Wenmu exclaimed.
You will know that this weapon is good in your hand, and even ordinary demon soldiers at the level of the monster will definitely not be as good as that.
Mi Zhuo is called a master, and not everyone can use the word "master". Just by looking at his craftsmanship, his reputation is not a false reputation.
"I used all the dragon-seeded materials for this knife from scratch. The source stone you refined is related to the great demon. No one in this world is more suitable for this knife."
Long Wenmu saw the word "Xiaoyin" engraved in a corner of the hilt of the knife.
"That's the name I gave." Mizhuo said, slapped his chest.
Long Wenmu frowned.
"What? Are you not satisfied with the name I gave?" Seeing him like this, Mizhuo's face immediately collapsed.
"What's the matter with Miao? I'm satisfied, satisfied." Long Wenmu smiled.
Even if I am not satisfied, I dare not say it to Mi Zhuo in person.
Mizhuo nodded.
Take out a bow from the stove again.
This bow is completely different from before, and it looks light gray. It must have been made with materials from Yunyin Beast.
The bow body has completely changed, no longer like the previous antlers. The bow now is slender overall, and it is shaped like a dragon of a flying cloud, almost half of its height.
Long Wenmu pulled the bowstring at the level of the great demon, and it felt quite difficult.
"Good bow." He exclaimed.
The bow name was also changed to "Destroy Dragon" by Mi Zhuo.
Dragon Destroying Bow, is it possible that Mi Zhuo still expects this bow to kill the real dragon?
Long Wenmu smiled but said nothing. Mi Zhuo's skill in casting tools was very good, but the only skill of naming the name...is really not very good.
But anyway, it's just one name, so Long Wenmu doesn't care about these things anymore.
Mi Zhuo took out the Tianhong Thorn again. The name of Tianhong Thorn has not changed, and its appearance is exactly the same, but the feeling of holding it in his hand is different. Long Wenmu could clearly feel that the Tianhong Thorn must have been refined by Mi Zhuo, which is much more refined.
Mi Zhuo returned the two Qiankun rings to Long Wenmu.
Two Qiankun rings are one gold and one silver, and they are built into a protective match. The golden ring is engraved with the word "Yang" and the silver ring is engraved with the word "Yue".
"The sun and moon double rings are much better than those two before. Kid, please cherish them."
Long Wenmu immersed his thoughts and found that there was too much space in it.
The space of the Qiankun Ring in the past was small and could not be installed too much, but the space of the Qiankun Ring in the present is more than several times larger.
According to this kind of space, a whole little demon can be stuffed into each Qiankun ring.
"Thank you, Miao." Long Wenmu happily put the things into the Qiankun Ring and put the two Qiankun Rings on his arms.
Shuai Yu came up with a coy face: "What about mine? Have you built it too?"
Mi Zhuo nodded, threw a blood-colored sword to Shuai Yu, and then threw a bracelet to Ye Lan.
Yelan's bracelet is a magic weapon for storage, with the same effect as the Qiankun Ring, but Mi Zhuo has made it into a bracelet, which is more like the identity of Yelan's woman. Yelan is of course overjoyed.
However, Mariser Yu held the blood-colored sword and his face was bitter.
"Why does this look?" he asked.
How could a normal demon soldier be so full of blood? This demon soldier looks evil and intriguing, giving people a gloomy feeling.
Mi Zhuo grabbed his beard: "After you left, I actually went outside to inquire about some things. I remember someone who seemed to be known as "Blood Knife Yu Laosi" or something. I was thinking, if a person with such a famous name doesn't make a weapon that matches him, wouldn't it be worthy of my name Mi Zhuo?"
Marishal Yu was in tears. He was not the kind of evil person. If he carried this thing with him, it would be too swagger.
He didn't have so much desire to compete for fame and fortune, and he wanted to use his ordinary life to bury it in the crowd every day, and he wanted no one to pay attention to him and who would show off.
"Can the master change me a little more ordinary?"
"Change? You think what I did is not suitable, right? If you dare to say what I did is not suitable, I will break your three legs first!"
Marshal Yu said he didn't dare to say anything, and he felt bitter and held back to accept it.