Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 70 Another stormy night

How many steps does it take for a new comer to gain a foothold in the Immortal Sect?

Wu Meng thought about this problem and divided it into three steps. Only after the plan is gradually realized can he rest assured to practice quietly.

The first step is to practice the art of gathering breath, be able to hide and hide, and become invincible.

This step is complete.

Now that he is getting started with the Spiritual Toad Swallowing Technique, Wu Meng has already reached a level where he can hide himself or even get close to him among his early disciples.

For a monk, this is exaggerated and fatal. Just look at the monk who was stunned by Wu Meng's two-sleeved robe last night.

In the early stage of Qi training, the body of a monk is essentially the same as that of ordinary people.

If you are not a body-refining monk and have no weapons to protect yourself, once you are attacked at close range, you will be no different than a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Let’s talk about the second step, develop the means to defend yourself against the enemy, and be able to fight and run away.

The third step is to gradually open up an impregnable cave.

The second and third steps originally required long-term planning, but now Wu Meng suddenly saw hope of achieving them.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, thinking and weighing for a long time.

That night.

Moon stars are rare.

One hour at a time.

Under Songmang Peak, somewhere in the valley, there was a fight between many and few going on.

On Shan's side is Lin Youjiang, the eldest brother of the early Qi training disciples of Qianjin Mountain and the current leader.

The larger party was two men in black who temporarily joined forces.

Previously, the three of them met at the entrance of the valley. When the two men in black saw Lin Youjiang, who was not masked, they both showed bitter and hateful eyes, and joined forces to attack without saying a word.

In the first few rounds of the fight, Lin Youjiang was at ease.

After all, he was much better than the two of them in terms of speed and control.

But unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the two of them had a tacit cooperation by accident.

One of them used the ground stab technique.

Three hard rock thorns stabbed out from the ground. Each of them was as thick as two people hugging each other. The surface was broken and jagged, with numerous barbs.

Lin Youjiang had practiced the Light Body Technique in advance, and guessed a few things from the opponent's techniques, so he jumped high before the technique was formed.

When the power of the spurting spurt was exhausted, he lightly touched his feet and landed on the tip.

Unexpectedly, the man's left hand in his sleeve robe lit a talisman at some point.

As soon as the technique is over, the talisman rises again.

Earthy yellow spiritual light blooms.

The sharp rock thorns instantly turned into thick mud, adsorbing and wrapping around Lin Youjiang's ankles, dragging him down.

With this move, Lin Youjiang was so powerful that he controlled his figure.

The other person chanted the formula for a long time and changed his gestures several times. Finally, the water flow gathered and condensed into a long ice spear...

Feeling the sudden drop in temperature, Lin Youjiang's pupils shrank slightly, but his expression did not panic at all.

He kneaded the secret with one hand, and his fingertips were almost gone.

In less than half a breath, blazing flames spurted out, dispelling the chill and dyeing the entire forest orange.

The changes in his fingers did not stop.

After another half breath, golden spiritual light emerged around him, and instantly condensed into a golden armor with gleaming scales.

Golden Armor.

It doesn't stop there.

Lin Youjiang felt sweat on his forehead, and his hand skills were still changing. The spiritual light gathered together, condensing seven or eight broken blades in front of him.

Flying Blade Lotus Technique.

He pointed a finger, and the blade rotated, like a blooming lotus, scattering in the dark night, drawing seven or eight different trajectories, and converging towards the end point.

This technique consumes spiritual energy extremely and is difficult to control.

After using it, Lin Youjiang gasped for breath, his face was covered in sweat, but his expression was full of joy.

The Flying Blade Lotus Technique is his most popular technique, but what he is really proud of is this series of techniques.

This is a hand technique passed down from the ancestors of the Lin family, a family of immortal cultivators, and is called "Flying Fish Hand Technique".

It can chain spells together.

It would take Lin Youjiang four or five breaths to perform the Flying Blade Lotus Technique alone, but with the blessing of the hand technique, within these four or five breaths, the Fire Control Technique and the Golden Armor Technique were incorporated. One attack and one defense can not only create preparation space, but also provide a final finishing spell.

As Lin Youjiang's opponent, the details he felt were more than that.

The sky was filled with flames, blocking his sight. The ice gun melted and dripped water. When it passed through the flames, it was no longer as thick as a thumb.

There was only a 'ding' sound, as the ice gun seemed to hit the metal stone.

Before the flames retreated, there was a sharp whistle of wind.

Both of them felt that something was wrong and wanted to use their hand skills. In the next moment, seven or eight 'lotus flowers' flew out of the flames.

shhhhhh!

The blades flickering with cold light flew past the two of them and cut into the dense forest.

Then there was a crackling sound, and instead of being quieter, the sound turned into a roar.

The two turned their heads and saw swathes of trees falling down, and the entire forest was cut into a blank strip of five or six feet long and wide.

Immortal techniques are locked with Qi, so they won't be distorted.

This is the other party's reservation.

Their faces were pale, their eyes were frightened, and they cowered in place, daring not to move, like quails, without even half of the momentum they had before.

The flames disappeared, leaving only flames burning everywhere.

Lin Youjiang took off his golden armor, then smiled and used the Fire Control Technique to clear away the remaining flames.

"Tell me, you two and I are strangers to each other, why are our eyes filled with hatred?"

Of course he was talking about before.

At this time, both of their legs were mostly weak from fear, and of course there was no hateful look in their eyes.

But when asked, no one dared to speak.

at this time.

Under the moonlight, there seemed to be a dark shadow flashing across.

The two disciples, who were already frightened, saw a scene they would never forget before they could react.

A tall, thin figure in black robes stood behind Lin Youjiang at some point.

The moonlight cast from behind him, but it seemed to magically avoid him and did not leave a shadow.

Lin Youjiang seemed to be aware of something.

Turn around suddenly.

Snapped!

What greeted him was a large sleeve robe.

Lin Youjiang fell down on his head and never moved again.

The figure just casually glanced this way from a distance, then 'touched the corpse' and evacuated in one go.

The two of them looked at this scene in horror, opening their mouths wide at some point, but holding their breath, or perhaps forgetting to breathe.

The air fell into an eerie silence for a moment.

After a few more breaths, the two of them turned their heads together, their steps were stumbling, and they hurriedly escaped into the dense forest.

Just after Mao hour.

Wu Meng returned to the cave that was still dilapidated.

It was still the same process as the night before, but this time he didn't have time to count the harvest.

Recalling the previous scene, his heartbeat accelerated slightly, sweat broke out from his palms, and he felt greatly stimulated.

I have been following Lin Youjiang for a long time tonight, and I was ready to give up, but I finally saw the flowing clouds and flowing water, and the last magic technique.

Horror!

Wu Meng's eyes seemed to still have those seven or eight lotus trails imprinted on them.

Even the masters of Jianghu and Tianjing would find it difficult to fight back in the face of such a technique.

Of course, since the other party dares to play without strength.

Naturally, Wu Meng had no reason to fail. The sleeve of the robe he drew was still martial arts.

He grinned and began to take stock of his harvest.

After some tea time, there was a little monk in Dongsan Peak who was in an extremely comfortable mood.

But Wuzun Taoist Sanjiang Peak started making noise all night long.

(End of this chapter)