My understanding is against the sky, I create a family of villains and longevity

Chapter 142 The night of the full moon, the day of teaching skills!
"Brother Guan, are you alright?"

After returning to their seats, Li Ran and Xiao Ping both couldn't help but ask.

Guan Tianyu rolled up his sleeves, revealing that he was tall and swollen, and he could see the arms with conspicuous fist marks, and he said in a bad mood:
"Do you see that I am okay?"

After finishing speaking, Guan Tianyu picked up a pot of water on the table, drank it 'ton ton ton', hiccupped and smacked his tongue and said, "Don't tell me, that kid named Peng Nai has such great strength, it's only at the Immortal Ascension Boundary. If you only talk about physical strength, I'm afraid it's already higher than me."

"When this person breaks through the Realm Realm, God knows how powerful it will be?"

After a pause, Guan Tianyu seemed to have thought of something, and then said: "And this kid's sea of ​​consciousness is very strong, I am dignified at the Realm Realm, even though I cast the fixing spell, I couldn't completely freeze him."

"Junior Brother Xiao, I'm afraid you will be in big trouble when you meet him at the Grand Competition."

Guan Tianyu patted Chen Zhixing's shoulder, with a look of sympathy on his face.

Chen Zhixing said with a smile: "Senior Brother Guan, you are facing that Beifeng Chief True Biography Gai Rong this time, I am afraid it will not be any better?"

Hearing these words, Guan Tianyu immediately frowned and his face collapsed.

In the previous two peak competitions, it was not his turn to face Gai Rong.

But this time the competition between the two peaks, the former Nanfeng Chief Zhenchuan had withdrawn from the list of true disciples due to his age.

As a result, Guan Tianyu has now become the new chief of Nanfeng True Inheritance.

Dabi, of course it's chief to chief.

Therefore, Guan Tianyu's opponent this time has also changed from his old opponent Nie Xiaolong to Gai Rong!

"Hey, stop talking! What can I do? I'm also desperate!"

Guan Tianyu kneaded his eyebrows in pain.

In the blink of an eye, fifteen days of effort passed.

The winter snow has gradually melted, and the snow-covered mountains are gradually revealing a little green branches.

During these fifteen days, Chen Zhixing finally practiced the core method to the fourth level of twisted control!

What is Distortion Control?

It refers to distorting the enemy's senses, manipulating and controlling the enemy's thoughts, and making them become their own puppets!
That night.

A bright and huge full moon hangs high in the vast night sky.

Chen Zhixing wore a red shirt like a maple leaf and sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain.

A servant approached softly and said, "Xiao Zhenchuan, the peak is already waiting for you."

Chen Zhixing nodded. Today's full moon night is the day Mo Yuemei said to pass on the skills.

He also wanted to see what kind of secret technique it was, which could help a wandering mind to forcibly elevate him to the realm of true self!
You must know that Zhenwu Realm is not some rotten cabbage on the street, no matter if it is placed in any force, it is a supreme existence!

The patriarch of an ordinary family who can occupy a large city is no more than Shingo.

Even among the top forces such as Tianlan Holy Land and Ziwei Chen Family, Zhenwu Realm can also serve as an elder, and is the mainstay of a sect!

If there is a secret method to elevate the Immortal Ascension Realm to the True Wu Realm, I am afraid that the strength of all the monks in the entire Eastern Profound Realm will skyrocket one level accordingly!
Following the lead of the servant, Chen Zhixing passed through the main hall of the peak, then passed through corridors and courtyards, and finally stopped in front of a wing room.

"Xiao Zhenchuan, Fengshou is already waiting for you inside."

The little servant said something respectfully, then bowed and backed away.

Chen Zhixing stood in front of the door of Zhu Hong's wing, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

"Ping'er, come in."

In the wing room, Mo Yue's familiar voice came from Sister Yu.

Chen Zhixing pushed open the door and stepped in, slightly startled.

I saw that the entire wing room was covered with bunches of white gauze curtains hanging down.

In the center of the wing room, there is a bathtub, and the humid and hot steam is constantly rising from the bathtub, rendering the whole room hazy.

Chen Zhixing looked up, and behind a hanging veil, he could vaguely see a beautiful figure sitting cross-legged.

The beautiful figure has a slender neck, and looking down, there is a pair of indescribably plump and slender waists.

Even through the light veil, you can see the beautiful curves of this figure's concave and convex figure.

The light veil was blown slightly, making the figure more and more hazy, as if looking at flowers in the fog.

If it were someone with ordinary concentration, I'm afraid that seeing this scene would make blood spurt instantly.

"Ping'er, take off your clothes, take a shower and change."

Mo Yuemei's voice came from behind the light gauze.

Chen Zhixing looked a little dazed.

This this this.
Is this transmission of gong really a scripture?
"Ping'er." Mo Yuemei's voice came again.

"Yes."

Chen Zhixing cupped his hands quickly, suppressed the thoughts in his heart, took off his clothes as he said, and walked into the bathtub.

I saw a large pot of medicinal juice boiling in the entire bathtub, and it didn't have the bitter taste like ordinary boiled medicine, but it had a faint fragrance.

"Sit down cross-legged, operate your cultivation base, and absorb the powerful properties of this medicinal juice." Mo Yue said in a deep voice.

Chen Zhixing nodded, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes.

As Chen Zhixing stimulated his cultivation, countless pure spiritual energy immediately poured into Chen Zhixing's body through the pores along the medicinal juice in the bathtub.

"What a huge medicinal property!"

Chen Zhixing narrowed his eyes slightly.

This bucket of concoction is probably not simple. Just the treasures of heaven and earth that he can see with naked eyes, there are thousand-year-old fairy essence, immortal flower, Tianyuan fruit, Xuanhuang true liquid and so on.

To make such a pot of concoction, at least millions of spirit stones are needed!

And millions of spirit stones are definitely an astonishing sum of money for any monk!

You know, all of the Chen family's spiritual mines are mined once, and there are only millions of spiritual stones!

This moved Chen Zhixing's heart a little.

It has to be said that Mo Yuemei, the leader of the peak, has given far more than what a master would do to an ordinary disciple for him!

With the huge spiritual energy entering his body, the true essence in Chen Zhixing's divine sea immediately increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"She probably wants to use this pot of medicinal juice first to help me cultivate to the ninth level of divine travel, right?"

Chen Zhixing's mind moved, and while absorbing the medicinal properties, he gradually revealed his cultivation.

Triple Fugue!

Four levels of fugue!

Five levels of fugue!

An hour later.

With the medicinal juice in the tub being completely absorbed by Chen Zhixing.

Chen Zhixing has also cultivated to the level of the Nine Levels of Immortal Ascension!
Behind a hanging gauze.

Seeing this, Mo Yuemei couldn't help but startled.

"Huh? This is the nine levels of fugue? So smooth?" She was a little surprised.

Originally, according to her idea, that big pot of medicine should be to raise Chen Zhixing's cultivation base to the seventh or eighth level of the Immortal Tour.

Then she made a move again, took out a few top-quality treasure pills, and helped Chen Zhixing's cultivation level rise to the Ninth Level of Immortal Ascension!

Unexpectedly, without waiting for her to make another move, Chen Zhixing raised his cultivation to the ninth level of imaginary travel just by relying on that pot of medicine!
"It seems that today's fleeting year breaks the profit."

A smile appeared on Mo Yuemei's face, and then he spoke again:

"Ping'er, sit at the eye of the array."

Following Mo Yuemei's words, the voice fell.

A formation in the shape of a hexagram suddenly burst into light on the ground.

Chen Zhixing nodded, stood up from the tub, and walked to the middle of the six-pointed star formation step by step with his upper body naked, and sat down.

"Master, what's next? What should I do?"

Chen Zhixing sat cross-legged in the center of the hexagram, with his back to Mo Yue's eyebrows, and asked.

The gauze light curtain was pushed away by a slender white hand, Mo Yuemei looked at Chen Zhixing's back, and couldn't help being slightly dazed.

I saw Chen Zhixing's bare upper body, and his black hair was casually scattered behind his back like a waterfall.

His skin was fair and translucent, even fairer than a woman's.

The back is straight, and the whole body is covered with well-proportioned muscles. The muscles are well-defined, like sculptures.

Drops of water fell down the skin, emitting a faint light.

"Master?"

Seeing that there was no movement behind him, Chen Zhixing couldn't help calling out again.

"Pingpinger, don't look back."

Mo Yuemei came back to his senses, and a blush quickly spread from the neck to the tips of the ears in an instant.

She secretly spit on herself a few times in her heart, and then walked towards Chen Zhi with easy lotus steps.

A hand rested on Chen Zhixing's shoulder.

Chen Zhixing couldn't help being shocked all over, but he still tried his best not to look back.

"Ping'er, it might be a little itchy, please bear with it."

Mo Yuemei's voice came from behind his ears, and Chen Zhixing nodded.

Immediately afterwards, he felt Mo Yuemei, who was behind him, seemed to pick up a brush and start writing on his back.

The tip of the pen is soft, and when it touches the skin, it feels numb, like ants are crawling.

This made Chen Zhixing couldn't help but tremble again.

What he didn't know was.

Behind her, Mo Yuemei, who was holding a pen stained with Taiyi Tianjing as an ink brush, was also tense, and his wrist trembled slightly.

Don't look at her as a great power in the Nirvana Realm, the dignified leader of the Nanfeng Peak in Tianlan Holy Land, but she has never met a young man like this before.

After a while.

On Chen Zhixing's back, Mo Yuemei outlined mysterious runes.

"Ping'er, the teacher is coming to the front now, you close your eyes."

Mo Yuemei said dryly.

After she finished speaking, she seemed to feel something was wrong, she reached out and tore off a piece of gauze, and tied it around Chen Zhixing's eyes.

Afterwards, Mo Yuemei took a deep breath and walked in front of Chen Zhixing.

She squatted down, resisting the shame in her heart, and carefully drew lines of divine lines on Chen Zhixing's body.

Chen Zhixing could feel very clearly that the soft tip of the brush was slowly drawn from his chin all the way to his lower abdomen.

He could still feel that Mo Yuemei's face was very close to his chest, and his skin could clearly feel the wet and hot breath on his chest following Mo Yuemei's breathing.

This made Chen Zhixing's pores all over his body uncontrollably open, and the insteps of his feet stretched straight.

"Master, do you have to be so close?" Chen Zhixing's throat rolled.

next moment.

Chen Zhixing couldn't help but slightly opened his eyes and looked down.

And Mo Yuemei, who was concentrating on Chen Zhixing's body and outlined the runes, was also stunned and couldn't help but look up.

(End of this chapter)