The big guy behind the curtain

Chapter 27 Daofeng Tradition (new book for collection)

There are four small realms in the four poles. Practice the limbs to reach the sky and the earth. Raise your hands and lift them all according to the law of mystery.

Before Sendai, Ye Mo had almost no obstacles. He only needed to swallow the boundless energy to improve his cultivation steadily. He even had a premonition that when he reached the saint, there would be shocking changes.

But the resources required for practice are unimaginable.

For ordinary people, the nine-turn golden elixir can reach the holy realm, but it can only make Ye Mo reach the four poles. Perhaps the most ideal cultivation resource for Ye Mo now is the dragon marrow.

Shenyuan can too.

Most of the young disciples in the Fuyao Holy Land are at the threshold of the four-pole realm, and a small number of young Tianjiao have stepped into the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm. As for the twelve holy sons and daughters, it is difficult to guess.

Those of the older generation all started in the realm of transforming dragons.

"I have already learned the Nirvana Sutra, the Dao Sutra, and the art of observing heaven and earth, and I still have to learn the holy method of fighting." Ye Mo counted what he had learned, and he needed to find one of the nine secrets of fighting words.

This is standard for the protagonist.

Ye Tiandi's magical technique was passed on to him by King Jiang Shenwang. It is not clear where it is, but Ye Mo has a golden finger, so he can find it.

"I want to know, where is the Dou Zi Jue, one of the nine secrets?"

Ye Mo spoke, he was looking forward to it.

Goldfinger is not omnipotent, sometimes Ye Mo will not answer him no matter what he calls, but sometimes he can satisfy his strange request.

However, Ye Mo has gradually figured out some rules.

If the stated request is not successful once, it will never be successful later.

It is easier to achieve closer to his range.

There is a limit to the ability to speak the law, beyond which it cannot be realized. Ye Mo has not figured out this limit yet.

At the same time, the bad luck after the realization will become smaller and smaller after Ye Moxiu's cultivation level is improved, which is quite strange. Later, Ye Mo explained this by saying that ordinary things have no effect on Ye Mo's strong body.

An ancient scroll fell on Ye Mo's head.

Ye Mo picked it up and took a look.

"Ancient mine in the early days."

He blinked and thought for a moment.

This Goldfinger wished that he, Ye, would die.

Now to face those supreme beings, if there happens to be one who is still half awake, he will be swallowed as blood food in minutes.

"Is there anything more serious?" Ye Mo asked again.

Another ancient scroll fell from the sky.

Ye Mo's eyes lit up, it was another answer.

"No."

Two large characters were written on it, unexpectedly naughty.

Ye Mo's mouth twitched slightly.

Chaotian gestured a middle finger, and he is not stupid, going to the ancient mine in the early days is tantamount to courting death. Although Douzimi is precious, it has not yet reached the point where Ye Mo would risk his life.

I had to find another place.

"Speaking of which, senior sister, didn't you mean the inheritance tower?"

Ye Mo remembered that he also wanted to find the Saintess in Tsing Yi, by the way, to find out if there is any magical power in it, maybe he is like the protagonist in other stories, a grandpa suddenly appeared.

Then this son will be in the future.
Afterwards, Ye Mo will meet all kinds of idiots. These idiots have certain characteristics. They deliberately come to find fault, and then Ye Mo pretends to slap them in the face. Unconvinced, they find the elders in the family to save face.

Since then, Ye Mo has developed a physique of hatred, which has been continuously strengthened during the pursuit.

By the way, I met a few good-looking saintesses during my practice, and if I was bored, I would spoil them, and some epic love stories would happen.

The story that can write millions of words was instantly condensed into essence by Ye Mo.

"Thinking about it this way, I'm still a little excited." Ye Mo took a sip of tea.

There are nine floors in Daofeng. The lower three floors are where disciples communicate and practice in the past. Although there are only three floors, it occupies hundreds of thousands of miles, and there are only tens of thousands of disciples.

The middle three floors are functional buildings like Ye Mo's target inheritance tower, and the upper three floors are where big bosses like Dao Ting stay.

The bosses can also find Xianshan to live on their own, which is more free.

Daofeng is still crowded with people, and many strong men can be seen on the side of the road exercising.

It is worth mentioning that Daofeng is not the same as ordinary people understand Taoism.

In other words, Daofeng in Fuyao Holy Land is a wonderful flower.

They are keen on hand-to-hand combat, exercising their muscles all day long, and are fierce in melee combat, pursuing the realm of physical sanctification.

It can be said that the talent point has been skewed, and this must be traced back to Qing Ge's master.

It is rumored that although Master Qingge is a Taoist priest, he likes to fight with others, his blood is like a dragon, and his muscles are quite well trained.

"Brother, how are you practicing today?"

Someone next to Ye Mo was saying hello.

"Okay, so-so."

A brawny man with bulging muscles, a hulking back, and a ferocious face covered with beards, with a Taoist robe tied around his waist. In his previous life, if all the Taoists on the earth were full of such strong men, something might happen.

Where does Buddhism come in, even if a group of muscular men stand there, it is an invisible deterrent.

"Sure, this physical body."

Another strong man ran over, looked at the muscles on this hunk man, his eyes shone brightly, and he stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to feel it up close.

Ye Mo looked a little guilty, he looked at the flesh on his body, and always felt that something was missing.

A large group of macho men began to pose in various poses, making them feel ecstatic in the envious eyes of everyone.

Dobong has a tradition of holding bodybuilding elections every five years. Countless hunks show off their muscles and fight to show their masculinity.

This is the most proud honor for them.

It is worth mentioning that the previous winner was Liu Qing. In each competition, almost all the male Daofeng disciples went up. The intense hormonal collision made every audience excited.

In the eyes of Daofeng disciples, the collision between bodies and the subtlety of fighting skills are things that the most powerful talents deserve to play.

Feel the beating of the heartbeat and pulse, and the pursuit is stimulation.

These past few sessions of Taoist priests have become more and more crooked.

"Is this a new disciple?" The bearded, muscular disciple frowned and looked at Ye Mo. Why is this young man so thin?

Not at all like Dobong.

"It seems to be malnourished. Our Daofeng should supplement more when we come here. How can you be so thin as a Daofeng disciple?"

Someone next to him patted Ye Mo on the shoulder.

Good guy, that arm is thicker than Ye Mo's thigh.

The most frightening thing was that the people around nodded their heads one after another. A group of macho men gathered together. Their majestic physique exuded a masculine smell, and there was a kind of comrade-in-arms friendship between them.

Ye Mo blinked, he.
Did you come to the wrong place?

(End of this chapter)