Xianye

Chapter 43

Rong Jin's complexion changed drastically, and the case in front of him almost flickered.

He only felt that the fetal breath that he stuck to the bottom of the bottle seemed to be like a muddy cow entering the sea. Only when Chen Heng captured it, he disappeared and could not be traced.

"Could it be that he really is a disciple of a great sect?! But what kind of high-rank Qi technique is this..."

I can't stand to think about it anymore.

Between Lightning and Flint.

Seeing the wine bottle rushing towards the door, Rong Jin hurriedly picked up the fetal breath and grabbed it with his hands, but with just one touch, the wine bottle burst open under his terrified eyes!

"not good?!"

Rong Jin hurriedly covered his face with his sleeves to prevent the wine from splashing on the door, but the wine only swayed slightly, and then circled and danced in mid-air, like a silver snake playing in water, swimming around, shaking the whole hall full of mellow fragrance overflow.

"Quick strides to reach the sky, the ambition is so high, it surpasses the world, and the branch breaks high."

Chen Heng laughed, kicked the table in front of him to the ground, and the cups, plates and bowls jingled.

The long stream like a silver snake was divided into three strands, condensed into the shape of a rapier made of water, with a light in the air, it fell towards the three of them in the air.

Rong Jin and the others turned pale with fright, they took up their fetal breath and struck out, but before they got close, the rapier had already entangled and flew away, and circled more than half a circle.

"Make a ladder in the middle of the moon..."

Chen Heng stroked lightly out of thin air with his hand, and the volume of the rapier decreased by a few percent, but this shrinking, the sharp power became much stronger, just like a sharp sword with killing intent .

"Dip the pen in the mountains and rivers, touch the weft of the image with your hands, and smile proudly into the strong topic."

He took another three steps forward, and with each step, the flying circle of the rapier became faster, and finally, after sixteen times of weaving and reciprocating, the fetal breath flashed, and it suddenly flew down!

"Disperse!"

Rong Jin didn't care about the disciples of the great sect or the generals of the Zhu Kingdom anymore. The heavy killing intent weighed heavily on his heart like a big stone. His hands trembled like wheels, and with a movement of his throat, he suddenly blew out There was a strong wind.

But in an instant, he heard bursts of tearing sounds like silk, the sharpness made people chill, and the strong wind was chopped to death!I saw three desolate water lights piercing the pupils!

"..."

Rong Jin was devastated, his liver and gallbladder were about to burst.

He had never experienced such a life-and-death fight between monks in the same realm, and for a while, he didn't even know where his soul had gone, like falling into a cloud.

He didn't know how long he stayed like this until he heard a deep sigh from Rongtuo beside him, which pulled him back from his trance.

Taking a closer look, only three inches away from the eyes, there are three rapiers condensed with wine hanging quietly.

Behind the rapier, Chen Heng also closed his eyes slightly, as if he was insane, and did not move.

He didn't move, and Rong Jin didn't move, and he remained silent for a long time, until Rong Jin's face turned red, thinking that Chen Heng was deliberately humiliating himself, and just about to ignore it and just steam the wine.

With a faint sigh.

Chen Heng raised his head and pointed his hand.

"Move the Cangbi, sweep the dragon and snake to get drunk, dance and wander..."

With the sound of falling, the three thin swords condensed from wine immediately fell to the ground powerlessly, splashing down, splashing half of Rong Jin's legs.

But at this time, he had a respectful expression on his face, turning a blind eye to the dirt on his body.

Rong Tuo and Rong Xuantao were also silent, facing each other, only shocked.

With only one breath of fetal breath, he was able to do such tricks with a glass of wine, and cut through Rong Jin's exhaling wind technique in one go?

Such a powerful fetal breath!
So razor-sharp!
What exactly is He Pinzhi's qi technique that he participated in? !
If this person is not a disciple of the Great School, then who else can be called a disciple of the Great School?

Amidst the emotions of everyone, Chen Heng shook his head silently, but he couldn't help feeling sorry.

At that moment just now, it seemed that he was only a thin layer of gauze away from "Ten Steps, One Kill", and he could pierce through it with just one poke.

But it is the distance of this thin layer of paper.

After the sudden spiritual light dissipated, it was as if there was an abyss across the sky, and the tentacles could only reach the darkness.

"how?"

Chen Heng put his mind away, and just looked over indifferently, with neither color nor arrogance on his face:

"Is my glass of wine still in your eyes?"

The hall was dead silent for a while, and everyone was silent. After a long time, only Rong Jin sighed and clapped his hands, prostrating himself on the ground:
"Sir, you can overwhelm the country!"

……

After this incident, there is no longer any difference.

The two parties quickly negotiated, signed a deed and made an oath on the grounds of [-] talismans, five days of practice time in the "Jade Cell Mother Pond", and Tong Gaolu's cultivation resources.

"It's a pity that it's all clear, but it's a pity that today's drinking is over, so what should I do?"

After putting the golden deed into the Qiankun bag, Chen Heng embraced Rong Tuo and said with a smile:
"I don't know what kind of geographical scenery is hidden in You's Book Pavilion, can you allow me to take a look?"

Rong Tuo's old face tightened.

Is this because you want to see my Rong family's Taoism? !
He stared at the bamboo and wood mask, wanting to ask sharply, isn't it clear that there are three conditions?
But being captured by Chen Heng's power just now, he couldn't speak out, he hesitated.

"Fellow Daoist is really a gentleman of high virtue. He loves me so much. He is truly ashamed."

Chen Heng let out a long sigh:
"Do you know that I'm a thin-skinned person, so I don't speak out because I'm afraid of hurting my ambition? It's okay, I already know why you want to give me Taoism, don't worry about me, please do as much as you want, don't let me Good intentions paid for in vain."

Rong Tuo let out a sneer from his throat, but before he finished laughing, Chen Heng had carried him with him, turned into a ray of light and flew into the sky, directly into the sky.

After asking for advice several times in a row, Rong Tuo finally had no choice but to point to a direction.

Chen Heng smiled slightly, raised his fetal breath, and Duan Guang went a little faster.

Just after a cup of tea, he landed in a black attic, and just as Chen Heng was about to press down Duanguang, Rong Tuo grabbed his sleeve robe.

"Only half an hour!"

With a stern voice, he grabbed Chen Heng and said, "No matter what, you can only watch for half an hour, fellow daoist!"

Chen Heng's expression was indifferent, and he replied: "Thank you."

Seeing him walking into the attic without changing his face, Rong Tuo was a little puzzled and froze in place.

half an hour...

What can I watch in half an hour?
And Chen Heng's side.

After opening the door, I saw only two rows of bookshelves, the jade slips and bamboo silks on them were neatly arranged, there was a bright candle shining in the corner, and a boy with a vicissitudes of life was guarding in front of the candle.

After Chen Heng nodded slightly to the boy, he ignored him, casually picked up a bamboo book in his hand, and flipped through it.

"This is... "Long Spears and Phoenixes Don't Fall Back to Use the Art of War"?"

Chen Heng only glanced at it, then frowned secretly: "What a mess."

He communicated his mind with the golden cicada and entered the one true Dharma Realm. He waited until he memorized every word in his chest, then withdrew and continued to the next book.

In the boy's eyes, Chen Heng just stared at the bamboo book in a daze for a while, then put it down again and picked up the next volume.

So, until half an hour later.

When Rong Tuo was so anxious that he couldn't help but break the door, Chen Heng walked out of the attic slowly, with a calm expression on his face.

"Fellow Daoist, how many doors have you memorized?" Rong Tuo looked at him and asked:

"Although there are not many Taoism skills, there are many mortal martial arts, military books, pharmacopoeias, etc. Daoist friends, don't be picky, you are wrong..."

"I have fully memorized it, and I know it by heart."

Rong Tuo couldn't hold back anymore, he burst out laughing, he didn't take it seriously, he just thought that Chen Heng was joking.

Afterwards, he led Chen Heng to a small clean three-story building, gave instructions to the maids, and then drove away with a smile on his face, saying goodbye happily.

"I'm not talking nonsense... I really wrote it all down."

Chen Heng looked at Rong Tuo's overjoyed expression and shook his head.

He didn't need the service of the maids, he only went up to the top floor, locked the door, and found a big ebony chair to sit down, immersing his mind in a true Dharma Realm.

So, suddenly one day.

In that empty, vast and wild space, Chen Heng's body trembled suddenly, streams of air currents swirled around, and there were all kinds of bells, chimes and dragons chiming loudly, rolling down like waterfalls and waves.

"It's done!"

Chen Heng smiled and stretched out his hand to grab it, retracting the air flow, and said to himself.

　Thank you for the 500-point reward from the Heavenly Demon Advent Office, and thank you for the 100-point reward that no one sings the wind

　　
　
(End of this chapter)