Wanderer of the whirling world

Chapter 98
Jia Xian's impression of Xin Ziqiu's martial arts still stays in a few days ago, when they fought against Kang Wenping and others side by side in a ruined temple in a deserted village.

At that time, Xin Ziqiu, although he was full of heroic spirit and had some special means beyond common sense, but in terms of martial arts, it was very common.

Seeing him volunteering at this time, although Jia Xian was grateful, but after all, it involved his granddaughter's wealth and life, so he dared not play games, and said apologetically:

"Xiaoqiu, you..."

As soon as Jia Xian spoke, Xin Ziqiu put his hand on his shoulder and said softly:
"Old man, among the many people present, I am the only one who is suitable. Let me try, and nothing will go wrong."

While speaking, he submerged his innate infinite skills, evolved into pure yang and true qi, and transmitted a forceful and mellow inner force from his palm to Jia Xian's body.

All of a sudden, Jia Xian felt a soft and warm current penetrating through his body, thick and strong, yang to yang, entering his meridians, like the warm sun in the cold winter of March [-]th, hot and indescribably comfortable Cozy.

He froze for a moment and looked intently, only to see Xin Ziqiu's pair of black eyes shining like lacquer, looking at him with confidence, his eyes were like lightning, revealing unparalleled confidence.

Wuji gives birth to Taiji, Taiji gives birth to Liangyi, Xin Ziqiu's innate Wuji true qi evolves all things and dharmas, regardless of pure yin and pure yang, less yin and less yang, it is not a problem. I am more confident in the methods used by the real energy.

Therefore, at this critical moment, as the most suitable candidate, he stepped forward and did his part.

Although Jia Xian was surprised, he didn't understand how Xin Ziqiu had developed such an astonishing inner strength in just a few days, but after getting along with him these few days, he also knew very well what this young man was like.

Be upright and aboveboard.

He was completely at ease with Xin Ziqiu, knowing that he had no malicious intentions, so he smiled and said:

"Thank you Xiaoqiu for that."

Seeing Xin Ziqiu taking the initiative to invite Ying, Xuancheng looked at him with deep eyes, smiled slightly and said:

"It's so good. It's rare that there are so many experts gathered together. Let's form a formation here without further delay."

Everyone nodded:

"But listen to the priest's assignment."

Xuancheng looked at Madam She again and said:

"Entering the inner scene, I will not be able to control my physical body, and I hope that the old lady and everyone in the mansion will protect my body and protect my body."

Madam She gently leaned on the ground with her leading crutch, and said solemnly:

"My Tianbo Mansion, although it's not a sacred place of Xiantai, the younger generation will never even think about entering it. I just want to keep you safe and sound."

Xuan Cheng bowed deeply and said:

"The old lady is so helpful."

After speaking, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and remained silent, standing still like an old monk in meditation.

Xin Ziqiu's gaze was bright, and he saw that the thumb of his right hand was trembling slightly at the joints of the other four fingers, and he was also muttering something, pinching his fingers like a fortune teller.

Suddenly, he moved.

Xuancheng took a step slowly with his left foot, paused for a while, pinched his fingers and counted again, and then suddenly took his right foot in another strange direction.

Everyone present was puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, wondering what Xuancheng was up to.

I saw him stepping forward step by step, gradually forming a circle, expanding and expanding, forcing everyone present to give way.

Just like this, after a cup of tea, Xuancheng's footwork became faster and faster, as fast as lightning, and his whole body has become a gray shadow, shuttling quickly in the hall.

Everyone in the hall is a master of martial arts who has achieved success in Qi training, and they are extremely sensitive to changes in breath. They all feel that as Xuancheng runs, the invisible real qi spreads like a pattern, covering every area in the field. a corner.

Mu Guiying, Ma Fenggu, Zhijing and other top masters can even feel the different auras of real qi coming from different directions, some places are as hot as flames, and some places are full of vitality like vegetation.

After half a stick of incense time, Xuancheng suddenly stood beside Jia Zhiqing, raised two fingers in parallel, one pointed at a certain position in the field, and shouted:
"Eight gods return to their thrones, nine places and nine heavens!"

"Ma Fenggu, Renguishui in the north, take your seat!"

A beam of real qi shot out from his hand, landed on the void, but made a bang, pointing the direction for Ma Fenggu.

Ma Fenggu understood, according to the yin and yang Rengui water energy she sensed, she rushed out in one stride, and quickly landed in the field to stand still.

Xuancheng pointed out his fingers again and again, and kept shouting:

"Mu Guiying, Southern Bingdinghuo, take your seat!"

"Zhan Master Zhijing, Dongfang Jiayimu, take your seat!"

"Xin Ziqiu, Western Geng Xinjin, take your seat!"

These people are all top experts, so they don't need to talk too much, they entered the arena naturally according to their breath, and they all stood still.

When the four people were in their positions, the formation was completed, and the other people present felt an inexplicable mysterious force covering the entire hall.

Xuancheng stood in the middle, holding a whisk in his hand, his delicate and handsome face was slightly rosy, and he yelled loudly:

"Everyone, now I'm going to pull you into the inner scene of the poor road and start casting spells!"

As he spoke, he used his finger as a sword, pointed at the center of Jia Zhiqing's eyebrows, and recited a mantra loudly:
"The star on stage, never stops changing, the three souls are eternal, and the soul is never lost. Disease!"

The sound is like a bell, deafening.

As his words fell, there was a thunderous sound in the arena, and the four masters in the four dimensions of east, west, north, south, and four felt their eyes darkened at the same time, and their bodies kept falling...

Xin Ziqiu had just had the experience of entering someone else's interior, and he was no stranger to this feeling. After this huge sense of weightlessness disappeared, he opened his eyes and found that he was in a small void.

There is nothingness here, there is no distinction between up, down, left, right, south, east, north, only grotesque lights of various colors, rippling like ripples, appearing strange and inexplicable.

Xuancheng's cultivation is far from the level of the earth immortal, and his inner scene is not a real cave, but just a small piece of unexplored chaos, which is very different from the real spiritual world of Master Zixu.

However, this has already made Xin Ziqiu envious. He has not yet reached the state of refining gods, and his spiritual thoughts cannot be manifested. He doesn't even have such a rough and blurry interior scene.

At this time, Xuancheng's voice sounded:

"Everyone is laughing, the cultivation base of the poor Taoist is low, the interior scene has not yet evolved into the world, it is rough and simple, it is not worth mentioning."

At this time, the four masters stabilized their figures and just floated quietly in the void. Each of them, according to the five elements, flashed a strange divine light.

Zen Master Zhijing clasped his hands together and exclaimed:

"Amitabha, it turns out that this is the mysterious inner scene in the Taoism. This is the first time for the poor monk to see it with his own eyes. It really is a natural magic. Admiration, admiration!"

Ma Fenggu also said:

"Daoist Xuancheng, at such a young age, actually manifested his spiritual thoughts and formed his own inner scene. It is really remarkable. The Bixia Palace in the East China Sea is indeed full of talents. It is worthy of being a martial sage dojo, a holy place for martial arts in the world."

Xuan Cheng was slightly proud, but he didn't get carried away, and said with a smile:

"The two old swordsmen are admirable. There are thousands of ways, and the poor way is only superficial. Everyone, please be prepared, I will use the Big Dipper spell later to locate Miss Jia's soul."

As he spoke, he withdrew his smile, looked solemn and solemn, made seals with his hands, and said in his mouth:

"The Big Dipper has seven yuan, and the spirit dominates the sky. The great sage of Tiangang, the majesty and glory..."

As Xuancheng uttered the incantation, in the chaotic interior scene, countless light spots appeared, circling and dancing, and gradually gathered together, forming a luminous phantom.

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(End of this chapter)