practice falsehood

On the westbound train, Chen Hao sat cross-legged in the sleeper car with a calm expression.

He is trying to use the [Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu] to move Qi and blood, so that the blood can be concentrated on the eyebrow bones and the top of the head, so that the eyebrows on the face and the hair on the top of the head can grow back.

Carrying the head of a monk can easily cause misunderstandings in this fake world.

As for Qin Zhiping, who was transferred to the same compartment as him, he also assumed a similar posture of sitting cross-legged.

However, Qin Zhiping's practice skills obviously matched his own natural ability of thunder. As he breathed and exhaled, he could see faint and faint electric current surging out from his nasal cavity.

"Ahem, Infinite Heavenly Lord!"

"Sigh, I guess I'll have to rest for a few years before I can do anything with anyone." Qin Zhiping let out a long breath, and the black blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth was evaporated by the thunder and lightning he released.

Judging from his pale face, it was obvious that his foundation had been seriously damaged in the previous battle and could not be restored by simple breath management.

But after seeing Chen Hao's way of transporting energy and blood, Qin Zhiping's eyes flashed a little different: "How could such a crude blood energy transporting technique appear on a level 4 alchemy warrior?"

"Is it possible that there is something else strange about Donor Chen's healing skills?"

Qin Zhiping observed it for a while, but he didn't see anything strange.

In his eyes, this method of concentrating energy and blood can only be roughly mastered by a level 2 martial artist who has mastered dark energy.

As for the alchemy warriors who have reached the point where they can easily marrow to form blood and have perfect control over their bodies, they should use the sophisticated method of converting essence into qi and using qi to generate hair.

"Shouldn't be!"

"Is this kid not level 4?"

"But with the blessing of some kind of innate divine power, he jumped one or two great realms to fight a level 4 bat man?" Qin Zhiping's eyes widened, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

Because in Qin Zhiping's view, warriors who can fight across large realms often have top physical talents.

This type of talent is extremely rare, and it is rare to find even one in millions or tens of millions.It is even rarer than the thunder Taoist boy they recruited from Zixiao Temple.

"Could he be a child born in the big world?"

"There is also a servant who is as beautiful as a flower..." Qin Zhiping muttered in his heart. It just so happened that his injury would not be fully healed for a while, so he carefully observed Chen Hao.

Chen Hao naturally sensed the scrutinizing gaze of the middle-aged Taoist priest, opened his eyes and smiled at him: "Do you have any doubts, Taoist priest?"

"I don't have any doubts. I'm just curious about your mastership, Master Chen. I guess it has a lot of history!" Qin Zhiping said carelessly.

"The Taoist Master guessed wrong this time. My martial arts skills are inherited from my family. My mentor was my deceased grandfather, and he did not join any sect forces." Chen Hao shook his head.

"Family-inherited martial arts?"

"Sure enough, he comes from a certain aristocratic family!"

"The surname Chen is a popular surname."

Qin Zhiping murmured in his heart, and then his mind changed and he suddenly invited: "If Donor Chen doesn't mind, can you go up the mountain with Pindao and lie down? Our Zixiao Temple has always been hospitable. If the donor has nowhere to go, you can stay with Pindao for a few days." Today, let’s talk about practice!”

Qin Zhiping had some evil thoughts. He saw that Chen Hao had a high status and had not joined any powerful sect. He wanted to lure Chen Hao back to Zixiao Temple and let him directly join his sect and become a fellow disciple. brother.

Because Chen Hao has a good character, has been through thick and thin with him, and has what seems to be top-notch physical talent, such a talent is difficult to find even with a lantern.

No matter what, he had to turn back to the mountain gate and let a few elders take care of him.

As for the suspected origin of aristocratic family, it does not delay the apprenticeship and learning skills.

After all, there are many rumors that the children of the four major families in Daxia travel out and worship various powerful forces every year.

"Going to Zixiao Temple?"

Chen Hao's face moved, and he first glanced at Li Xiaozhen who was waiting beside him.

"Master, Zixiao Temple is a famous and righteous gate. The mountain gate is open to the public. Ordinary people can go up the mountain to worship the gods." "Master, if you want to go, you don't have to worry about Wucheng." Li Xiaozhen saw the opportunity and lowered her voice.

"Okay, then I will disturb the Taoist Master for a day or two!" Chen Hao nodded. He had just passed through the border not long ago and was not completely familiar with the power of the fake world.

It just so happens that there are many experts in Zixiao Temple, and they are among the first-class legitimate forces in Daxia. It is not necessarily that there may be unexpected gains from visiting the mountain in the past.

"Haha! Why bother? Don't bother me!"

"When the donor comes down the mountain, Pindao will arrange for a disciple to take you back to Wucheng in a special car. It's only about two hundred miles away."

Qin Zhiping was also full of joy when he saw Chen Hao agreeing, and chatted with Chen Hao about the things in Zixiao Temple.

As for the previous battle with the remnants of the Blood God Sect, it seemed to have subsided at this time.

……

Just after the train traveled a few hundred miles westward, in the farmland affected by the previous battle, a man wearing an umbrella and wearing a long gray and black coat suddenly appeared.

This man had gray hair and a pale face, and the flesh on his face was stretched out and covered with wrinkles, as if he was very old. He was clearly the old man who treated the injuries of the Pa Gang leader.

The strangest thing was that this old man was holding a black umbrella even though it was a sunny afternoon.

As for the small bamboo box in his hand, there were several purring cats, as if urging him to find some food quickly.

"Don't worry, baby!"

"There are the remaining marks of the Blood Ancestor here, and there is also a very weak breath of fragments. Maybe you will meet interesting acquaintances if you wait a little longer." Old Man Wu smiled and said a few words of comfort towards the bamboo basket.

Sure enough, just a few seconds after he finished speaking, a dense cloud suddenly rolled up in the distant sky.

The farmland on the outskirts of the country where the sky was supposed to be clear and clear, suddenly started to blow with strange winds.

The rain came pouring down.

And in the curtain of heavy rain, a strong figure gradually came from a distance through the rain.

I saw this muscular man shirtless, with a black culottes tied around his lower body.

He had a pair of weird long mustaches on his face, and his eyes did not look like humans. They were slightly green with a few conspicuous bloodshot streaks, but had vertical pupils like wild beasts.

As for his exposed skin, it was covered with light blue dragon scale tattoos. The rainwater dripping from outside his body was absorbed into his skin bit by bit.

Stepping on the muddy farmland with bare feet, the water rippling under your feet instantly washes away the turbid muddy water.

"When the Dragon King travels, wind and rain will accompany him! Ao Qing!"

"I didn't expect that as soon as I went out, Old Bones, I would meet you, an old dragon, here!" Old Man Wu's voice was heard in the heavy rain, and he turned the black umbrella in his hand.

The pouring rain was carried away by the rotation of the umbrella tip, and it was like a circle of flying steel beads and water ripples, rolling towards the shirtless middle-aged man.

The whimpering sound made by the spread of water ripples seemed to carry a sharp edge that could cut gold or iron. Wherever it went, the rain curtain split, the rice was cut in half, and even the distant field ridges were cut in half.

"Old Ghost!"

"It's actually you!"

"Well, don't stay in Yagang City, why come here to disturb the situation?" Ao Qing looked at the old man in front of him. Although there was a bit of fear in his eyes, he snorted coldly, and the dragon pattern on his body flashed. A blue water curtain visible to the naked eye opened outside the body and got mixed up with the sharp water blade.

The cracking sound of sobs exploded in the air, and the aftermath of the impact was blown in all directions.

At some point, the raindrops within a radius of several hundred meters stopped, as if they were affected by some gravitational force, and hung upside down in the air one by one.

That picture looks extremely weird no matter how you look at it. (End of chapter)