Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 502

Li Ben looked at the secret manual he had written casually, his head was a little hairy.

I'll just write casually, the Taoist priest in front of me has really practiced?

The poor Taoist is also a person of practice, is this Taoist bluffing me?

For a while, Liben fell into self-doubt.

Could it be that the content I made up at random is really a natural secret book.

If you comprehend it casually, you will be able to practice successfully.

Impossible, absolutely impossible, if this can be compiled into a secret book, wouldn't the number of exercises from ancient times to the present be counted in millions?
Although Liben's mentality has collapsed at this moment, his appearance is still as stable as an old dog.

He had been severely beaten in the ghost market for a long time, and although he knew the truth about watching people order dishes, the Taoist priest standing in front of the second head of the ghost market was obviously a big man not to be messed with.

No matter what, he couldn't lose face. He would rather be wronged as a master than just have a showdown like this.

"This Taoist priest, I don't know how far you have cultivated this Golden Light Fist?" Li Ben asked.

"Dacheng, there is still a long way to go before reaching perfection." Taoist Chisong said seriously.

After he finished speaking, Li Ben laughed on the spot.

Why don't you just talk to me about it?
If Daoist Chisong said that he was successful in cultivation and could barely type it out, he still believed it, because the theoretical foundation was solid and he could barely use it, which is scientific.

But when you have achieved great success in cultivation, you still want to reach perfection. Isn’t this just like a pure heifer flying on a plane and going to heaven?
One must know that even Taoist Chisong of Wudang, his talent is not so enchanting!
At this moment, Li Ben decided in his heart that he had met someone of the same kind.

He smiled without saying a word, looking at Taoist Chisong with deep meaning in his eyes.

Fellow Taoists, please believe in science and recognize reality.

Seeing that there seemed to be sarcasm in Liben's eyes, Xiong Er put on an air of a master, and said, "Senior, it only took less than an hour to cultivate to great success."

"This talent shouldn't be too bad, right?"

"It's not bad, but it needs to be punched, let me take a look!" Li Ben looked at Xiong Er, and at this moment he had the desire to eliminate harm for the people.

Colleagues are enemies, one fake Taoist priest is enough for the ghost market, and there is absolutely no room for a second one.

One punch, one punch, and the second leader can see the identity of the liar in front of him, and he will definitely enshrine Pindao as a master.

Then I am in the ghost market, don't I want to have something?

Daoist Chisong looked at Li Ben in front of him, frowned, but didn't think much about it.

He took a step back, clenched his fists, muttered the formula in his heart, and then punched out.

Swish!
A big golden fist shot up into the sky, and the wind blowing the fist made the people around sway from side to side, almost falling to the ground.

After this punch shattered the defensive formation of Ghost City, it opened in mid-air, dyeing the sky golden.

After this punch, Liben became true and false.

He stood there blankly, feeling a sense of powerless suffocation.

One punch, just this one punch, even two hundred of us can't stop it together!

Although his heart was overwhelmed, he still maintained his superficial composure and said, "This punch is indeed missing something."

"Only boxing without boxing intention is not in the top after all. No matter whether you enter the Tao with boxing or boxing, it is not as good as entering the Tao with boxing intention."

"Friend Daoist, have you realized it?"

Chisong Daochang frowned, as if he was thinking about something, but Jiang Yun's eyes lit up.

There seems to be little difference between fist intent and sword intent!

He drew his fist back, and then punched out.

With a buzzing sword sound, the big golden fist completely smashed the ghost city's defensive formation with the same power as Chisong Daochang's punch.

The golden fist spread out above the night sky, dyeing the sky golden again.

Li Ben looked at this scene, and the whole person became Spartan on the spot.

He was a little dazed, and then completely plunged into self-doubt.

Golden Light Fist, just now the Taoist master is well-informed, it is normal to be able to use it, how come the little Taoist next to him also learned it?
Moreover, the power of this boxing technique is ridiculously high. Could it be that he sold a real cheat book?

This is impossible, there are no real cheats in my booth!
Hahahaha, this must be a dream, it can't be wrong.

Li Ben raised his hand, and gave himself a big mouth without saying a word.

Snapped!
The crisp sound echoed in the ghost market, and all the ghosts watching the bustle in the ghost market were dumbfounded.

The voices of the ghosts talking nonstop came clearly.

"What's the situation, that senior, why did he smoke himself?"

"Hiss, what a ruthless person, he would kill himself if he beat himself!"

"I heard that seniors with advanced cultivation bases are often different from ordinary people. It may be one of their weird behaviors to fight themselves."

"Hey, Daoist Chisong and his apprentice are both fucking inhuman!"

"The defensive formation of our ghost city is broken like this, which is really outrageous."

Hearing the discussion of the ghost, Li Ben covered his face, feeling the burning pain in his face, and then realized that he was not dreaming.

I randomly made up a cheat book, and I didn't practice to the point of becoming obsessed. This is already blessed by the ancestors, and there are still people who succeed in cultivation.

Moreover, two people practiced successfully, so is there no problem with the cheats?
Fuck, I haven't even started yet, you guys are all great, you make me as an author very ashamed!
These days, evildoers are really everywhere, geniuses are not as good as dogs, people are entangled, and people are entangled to death!

Daoist Chisong looked at his apprentice, and began to advise: "My dear disciple, why did you incorporate sword intent into fist noodles?"

"Hahaha, it turns out that there is still such a way to play, it's not bad, I should try it as a teacher."

The master and apprentice began to test the Golden Light Fist in front of Li Ben.

this night.

An anecdote appeared in Wudang Mountain, and the night sky in the deep mountains and old forests was inexplicably lit up with a golden light.

There are rumors in the world that it was born by Xiangrui. If you are lucky enough to get it, you can live forever.

Li Ben took out the "Fist of the Golden Light" he wrote, and after re-reading it, he came to a conclusion—it doesn't make sense, what the hell is this about?

However, Xiong Er next to him, his eyes really brightened, and he came up to him.

"Senior, do you still have a backup of this cheat book?"

"What, this junior has an unfeeling request. I don't know if it is destined, can I get a copy?"

Li Ben looked at the eager crowd around him, he recalled the cheat books he had accumulated in his Qiankun bag, and then he took them out all at once.

Hundreds of cheat books, the heavy ghosts who were watching were dumbfounded.

"Hahaha, there is fate, there are yuan, a book of five hundred low-grade spirit stones, everyone, come and see, if you like it, feel free to pick it."

Hundreds of cheat books were swept away in an instant on the ghost market.

After Liben was sold out, he looked at Taoist Chifeng and Jiang Yun who were still studying the Golden Light Fist, silently left two Qiankun bags, and then drifted away.

After the two of them finished their research, they saw that the Qiankun bag contained five thousand spirit stones, and they couldn't help but feel emotional.

"My dear disciple, we master and apprentice have met an expert!"

(End of this chapter)