Zhang San and a group of people walked down the mountain, and saw people coming and going along the way. Perhaps because of their clothes, their arrival attracted the attention of the crowd. Along the way, Zhang San also sighed, "After all, we have entered the world of cultivation.
If you really practice your Qi and walk everywhere, you will not be as good as a dog by nature."
According to what Uncle Li said, it took some time for Zhang San and Fatty Jin to find two separate houses to live in. After saying goodbye to each other, Zhang San walked into the room. The layout of the house was very simple.
Bed, a table and some chairs.
However, Zhang San was very satisfied and sat on the bed directly, looking up the jade slip handed out by Sheng Yi Zong, "The mountain peak where Sheng Yi Zong is located is Suolong Peak. The mountain peak is divided into seven levels. Zhang San and others are
The second floor is where the Xiantian and Qi-training disciples live together, while the first floor is specially prepared for the mortal relatives of certain disciples. In order to better distinguish, Xiantian wears gray clothes, Qi-training wears white clothes, and Foundation-building wears blood clothes.
As for the golden elixir and above, there are no requirements. Everything depends on your mood and clothing. In other words, only when you reach the golden elixir realm can you really "establish yourself" in the world of cultivation."
There were also some sect rules and an introduction to the terrain of the second floor. Zhang San read it carefully. Half an hour had passed until he had memorized everything. Zhang San stood up and took a deep breath, took off his blood-stained clothes and took a good look.
Put it away and put on the white clothes that symbolized Qi Practitioners. "Master, although I don't know why you want me to join Shengyi Sect, I will definitely work hard to climb up!" Zhang San thought silently in his heart and walked out of the room.
Door.
The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is where Zhang San chose the magic method this time. Zhang San recalled the route introduced on the jade slip and came here as expected. Seeing the seven-meter-high pavilion shrouded in a giant white light restriction, Zhang San
In his mind, he had already planned to choose an attack technique. Zhang San took out his token, handed it to the disciple at the door, and explained his purpose.
"Well, you are a new disciple. You can choose any skill on the first and second floors. After selecting it, hand it to the fellow Taoists guarding the floor. They will unlock the restrictions on the skill for you," one of the disciples said after checking.
Throwing the token back again, "The token already contains a restriction that represents your identity. You can pass through this formation on your own after stimulating your spiritual power."
"Thank you." After Zhang San handed over his hand, he stirred up the token to emit a faint white light, which penetrated in as expected. At a glance, Zhang San saw that the layout here reminded Zhang San of the libraries of later generations, with rows of rows.
There are books one after another on the cabinet. This is the first floor, mainly prepared for the handyman disciples of Xiantian.
Zhang San did not stop and walked towards the stairs. A faint white light at the entrance of the stairs began to envelope Zhang San's body. He initiated a slight block, but it was to prevent those innate disciples from entering. After Zhang San's spiritual energy left the body, a white light appeared.
It spread out on its own.
Climbing to the second floor, it was no different from the first floor, except that the books were replaced by jade slips. Zhang San took a moment to observe that these jade slips were divided into three types: exercises, spells, and secret techniques.
Zhang San naturally chose the Magic Technique. His unparalleled speed needs to be matched with powerful attack methods to unleash the strongest attack power. "Ice Needle Technique, no." "Small Fireball, no." "Quicksand Technique, I have learned it."
......."
Zhang San looked over all the way, but he became more and more disappointed. These spells were either for help, or the attack power was not enough, or the casting time was too long, and they did not meet Zhang San's requirements.
"This is," Zhang San, who was checking a jade slip, his eyes lit up, "Tiger Roaring Technique!"
"The Tiger Roaring Technique stirs up the blood and spiritual power of a person's body to converge into a tiger. A close attack is followed by a tiger roaring sound, which can capture the heart and soul!"
"That's it!" Zhang San quickly took it to the disciple guarding the second floor, unlocked the restraints, and hurried back, explaining to Fatty Jin at the door.
He returned to his small room and began to practice. Zhang San was looking up the information in the jade slips, while his spiritual power surged, and he began to slowly practice. The learning of magic skills not only requires continuous training of spiritual energy
The use of power requires one's own perception. Zhang San began to follow the method in it, imagining himself as a fierce tiger descending from the mountain to hunt for food. It was fierce, spicy, and powerful.
Ten days have passed in the blink of an eye. During this period, apart from having a brief chat with Fatty Jin, Zhang San was practicing hard inside, "Drink, drink!" Inside the room, Zhang San's mouth was slightly open.
Some, clouds of white mist emerged like water vapor. Although the voice was low, it was sonorous and powerful, like muffled thunder. His hands were flying, and his arms were like steel, exuding blood, and the spiritual power was condensed outside his hands.
Became the claws of two tigers!
"Roar!" The phantom of a tiger circled out of Zhang San's body and surrounded him. Zhang San's eyes flashed with a hint of joy, but the Tiger Roaring Technique was finally mastered!
Zhang San withdrew his spiritual power and the aroused blood color, jumped slightly and returned to the bed, "Sure enough, he did not choose the wrong technique. This Tiger Roar Technique actually brought his physique strengthened by the five-color gas into full play!"
Just as Zhang San was quietly enjoying himself, an untimely and violent knock on the door suddenly sounded, "Bang, bang!" followed by a yell, "Hurry up and open the door, it's that fucking bastard here.
The show-off inside disturbs the peace of labor and management."
Hearing this, Zhang San frowned even more tightly. Just to prevent this kind of thing for you, Zhang San specially asked Fatty Jin to listen outside the door. He slowly controlled the sound during practice. There would be
Some voice came out, "This is here to cause trouble!"
As Zhang San thought for a while, the strength used by the person outside the door became stronger and stronger, so that the door made a "squeak" sound under the weight. Zhang San sneered, walked over and opened the door.
"Why did it take so long?" But a two-meter-tall giant man appeared in front of Zhang San with a group of followers. His eyes were like a tiger's, and his face was hateful. Looking at Zhang San, he showed an expression of contempt.
"An ant at the ninth level of qi training was called an ancestor by those casual cultivators. It turns out that the casual cultivators are all ignorant fools."
Zhang San was not angry when he heard this. After all, talking to such a self-righteous person would easily lower his intelligence, "What do you want?"
"Yes, I heard that you have a lot of money. I came to you to borrow some elixirs to help you, sir." Dahan was a little unsure when he saw Zhang San still had an indifferent expression. After speaking, he stretched out a
finger.
Zhang San felt a slight suction in his heart. After thinking about it for a moment, he didn't say much and directly threw a storage bag to the giant man before closing the door.
"Wait a minute!" The big man stopped Zhang San very dissatisfied, with a fierce look on his face: "I said a hundred plants, you take out ten to send the beggar away!" Seeing that Zhang San seemed to have given in, the big man felt in his heart.
He was disdainful and no longer trying to hide it, because only the weak would behave in the same way as Zhang San did when faced with such a thing.
But the big man was already familiar with this kind of thing, "What old devil, he's just like a mouse. Thanks to those casual cultivators who still have some eleven or two levels of Qi training, they can't even handle the ninth level of Qi training."
what."
Just when the big man was thinking about it, he suddenly felt a force coming, accompanied by a tiger's roar. Before he could react, the big man only felt a violent blow on his chest, and his mouth was sweet, but he was directly knocked away.