The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 152 The law does not spread to the six ears

“It’s tasteless to eat, it’s a pity to throw it away!”

After carefully looking at the memories and inheritance pouring out of the little golden-scaled dragon for a long time, Feng Qingan finally gave a tasteless evaluation.

Even if the memory is incoherent, some things can be gleaned from the incomplete pictures anyway, but even the inheritance from the dragon bloodline is incomplete, and the slightly more interesting cultivation methods and magical powers are incomplete, and some Not even the name is complete, and there is no content at all.

After confirming this, Feng Qingan immediately stopped "The Art of Resurrection" and had no interest in exploring it anymore. It was just a waste of time. Rather than pondering these things, it would be better to use his energy elsewhere.

However, Feng Qing'an gave up the investigation, but Ming Longjia did not give up, and tirelessly read the memory inheritance that suddenly came out, even though these were of little use.

Feng Qing'an didn't care about this. After all, his memory was so incomplete that it was impossible to have any impact on the little dragon, and naturally there would be no bad consequences.

Ouch~

In the dead of night, the black dog whined. The young man walked to the house. After seeing that everything in the house was clean, he nodded with satisfaction, and then began to practice. Since leaving Yongning County, many of his habits have changed. But there are some things that he always insists on and never relaxes.

He has never stopped cultivating and accumulating soul power from the beginning to the end. Of course, the giant bones and the blazing sun tree in his belt also need to be nourished by soul power from time to time.

The yin and yang alternated, the moon disappeared and the sun rose. In the blink of an eye, it was the second day. Feng Qingan went out early. The government examination would not start in the next few months. However, in Jiangyang City, there were candidates from various counties. Students can already be seen everywhere.

Feng Qing'an could not only see the hard-working students reading aloud or silently practicing pen and ink in the hall of the restaurant at the dawn before the sun had really risen, but he could also see the lonely and drunk students covered in the smell of rouge and alcohol. , a romantic scholar who can even sway left and right while walking.

He does not belong to the former, nor does he belong to the latter. For him, it is no longer necessary to review his lessons. Everything that needs to be remembered is already in his mind.

Moreover, he came to this city just because he had no place he particularly wanted to go. As for participating in the imperial examination and gaining fame, it was just a matter of incident.

In this crowded, bustling, lively and prosperous city, what attracted him the most was the food. As for the beauty, hehe.

He is indeed still a young man with a strong temperament, but in this world, it is difficult to find a stunning beauty who can make him look at him. Nan Ge and Dong Huang have pushed his lower limit in this aspect extremely high.

Therefore, the young man who first entered Fucheng ate and drank in the city and did not hesitate to spend money. This made some patrolling ghosts and gods bump into him and couldn't help but admire him in his heart.

What happened to Judge Wen has been spread among the ghosts and gods. All the ghosts and gods know that a young master with an unpredictable background and strength has come to Jiangyang City.

But just being greedy for food and drink is much better than those scholars and poets who spend money like water and have fun in romantic places like brothels as soon as they enter the city.

Feng Qing'an enjoyed the many special delicacies of Jiangyang Mansion. After three days of this, Feng Qing'an, whose body shape had almost remained unchanged, returned to his house with a full meal and wine.

Hiccup~

The young man burped lightly, with a look of satisfaction on his face. Two wolves, one black and one white, heard the sound and immediately walked out of the house to greet him.

"come over!"

After he had eaten and drank enough, Feng Qing'an naturally would not forget them. He used all the secret techniques he had mastered on them several times, until they reached the limit of what they could bear. Then the young man got up and entered the house, and started One’s own practice.

At midnight, there was a curfew in the city. The sound of the watchman had just passed by the house, and the gentle and orderly knocking on the door came from outside. Heishan and Bai Yao, who were digesting the spiritual energy accumulated in their bodies, opened their eyes and stared at them. Close the gate of the house.

They smelled a scent of sandalwood, and Heishan was already very familiar with this smell. Another ghost came to the door, but compared to the previous wave, this one seemed to be very polite.

"Black Mountain, open the door!"

Feng Qing'an's voice came from the house. He was in high spirits just after finishing his training. His sharp five senses also allowed him to feel the movement in the house. If he could come to the door in the middle of the night, he didn't have to expect it to be a human being, so there was no problem in letting Heishan open the door. .

Crunch!

The door was slowly opened, and then a slightly polite and strong voice sounded, seeming to ask Heishan,

"Visiting late at night is very disturbing. I wonder if the host has rested?"

Woof~

Heishan looked solemnly at the burly man in front of him, who seemed to be indistinguishable from a living person. At this moment, he faintly felt an extremely weak sense of oppression from this man, which sometimes disappeared, but always existed.

"Black Mountain, retreat!"

The young man with bright eyes and a face like a crown jewel also walked out of the house at this moment and looked at the burly man standing at the door of the house. The temperament of this big man could not be more obvious, even if he was wearing regular clothes. is also like this.

"Appraisal!"

[Race: Incense God]

[Attribute: God, ghost]

[Potential Level: Lord·Superior]

[Combat power level: Lord·Superior]

Looking at this strong man who seemed to have just stepped back from the battlefield and took off his armor, Feng Qingan already knew his identity, but he was still confused about his sudden visit. Judging from his appearance, it was not official business.

"May I ask who your Majesty is?"

Although he already knew the details of the other party, Feng Qingan still asked,

"I am a warrior in Jiangyang City, and I don't dare to show my respect. When I came here tonight, I heard about the young master's deeds and felt extremely jealous, so I took the liberty to visit you. Please don't take offense, young master!"

"Martial artist? Not martial judge?"

Feng Qing'an couldn't help laughing when he saw that the strong man still wanted to cover up.

"Master, you really have a good eye, but I am just a skilled martial artist tonight!"

The strong man replied.

"Skills itch? Then the martial judge must have found the wrong person. I am not good at martial arts!"

Feng Qing'an couldn't help but shake his head. It was better to exchange martial arts with the escorts who escorted him than with him. He knew nothing about martial arts.

"Master, you are really humble. The fact that you almost cut off my colleague's legal body with a sword has spread throughout Jiangyang Mansion. Therefore, I have been dealing with official duties in the past few days and after handling everything properly, I took the liberty to come to visit."

"That sword was really a misunderstanding, it was just because of the special power I have!"

Feng Qing'an was a little dumbfounded at this moment, and immediately called on the power of the Blazing Sun Tree to raise a ball of flame in his hand. The leaping flame naturally suppressed the ghosts and ghosts.

"I wonder if I can ask you, Master, to give me a sword as well?"

After staring at the flame in Feng Qing'an's hand for a long time, the strong man actually made an unexpected request to Feng Qing'an.

"Um!?"

Feng Qing'an couldn't stand it at this moment. What was going on with the ghosts and gods in Jiangyang Mansion? A judge asked him to give him a sword, but that was because he cared about the people in the city and wanted to explore his power.

This is understandable, but this martial judge came up in the middle of the night, and even finished his official duties in advance, deliberately squeezing out his free time, but he came over and said that he would take the initiative to receive a blow.

"Master Wu Juan, what does this mean?"

The young man really didn't understand at this moment, since he knew that his power would cause great harm to him, why did he rush to receive a blow from him?

"Young master, do you know what our Yinshen want?"

Judge Wu's eyes never left Feng Qing'an's palm, and there was deep longing in his seemingly calm eyes.

The fire of cathode and yang!

Judge Jiangyang Mansion, who seemed to have suffered a big loss and was even secretly laughed at by the ghosts and gods below, actually gained much benefit after recovering. As a close friend, he couldn't be clearer.

He didn't know how Mr. Feng mastered such flames, but he only knew that he really needed a sword at this moment, and he could pay any price for it.

"You probably know it!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Qing'an suddenly woke up and understood why this ghost and god came to his door in the middle of the night and begged him to strike with his sword.

Yin and yang are born, this is what the ghosts in the netherworld seek, but the ghosts and gods in this world are no exception.

The source of the power he used in the past few days was the Blazing Sun Flower, and the Blazing Sun Flower was what the Ghost King sought after his unfulfilled potential and the hope of further advancement.

Now it seems that this kind of power is also very attractive to the ghosts and gods in the human world. Even the ghosts and gods who have not set foot on the level of ghost king can also borrow this power.

The Shinto of Incense and Fire seems to have many restrictions and various restrictions, but it naturally has its magic. When it is weaker than the Ghost King, being able to contact the power of the Blazing Sun Flower is Mingzheng. You must know that at the same level in the Netherworld When ghosts meet the Blazing Sun Flower, they always walk around.

"Since the young master knows it, I, a reckless and rough man, don't need to waste my words. As long as the young master is willing to give me a sword, as long as it is within my authority and ability, if the young master asks for something, I will definitely repay him."

After finishing speaking, Judge Wu stared at Feng Qing'an with burning eyes. He felt that the promise of a ghost still had some weight. The next step was to see the young master's reaction.

"But I...that's all!"

Feng Qing'an originally wanted to say that he had nothing to ask for from him, but he changed his mind mid-sentence. It was just a sword strike. It was just a casual thing, so he could just send it away to avoid wasting time here.

"Master Wu, please come in and isolate this courtyard from the outside world!"

"Thank you so much, Master!"

The burly man immediately showed great joy and entered the courtyard immediately. Then he expanded the legal domain under his control and temporarily isolated the place from the outside world to prevent the movements inside from disturbing mortals.

"Easy to do!"

Feng Qing'an had already drawn out the Green God Sword, and the blazing flames were already lingering on the snow-white sword body.

"Master Wu Juan, are you ready?"

"Please give me the sword, Master!"

Yin~

With Judge Wen's case in front of him, Feng Qing'an did not hesitate this time. After all, Judge Wu was a little stronger than Judge Wen. The Flame Dragon Sword Qi flew out and directly engulfed the burly man's figure.

The scorching sun's fire was blazing in front of Feng Qing'an's eyes, and actually ignited the martial judge. Feng Qing'an watched the big man silently endure the flames, his facial features becoming distorted, as if he had endured a heavy load. The look of pain.

Just when he was about to take action and retract the flames, he saw Judge Wu shout lowly, and the flames on his body began to weaken, but in contrast, his aura began to drop rapidly.

However, because the military judge was well prepared from the beginning, he was not like the literary judge. His body was so illusory that even the wind could blow it away. From the appearance alone, there was no change, and even his clothes were not damaged at all. .

"I wonder how Master Wu Pan feels?"

"I can't repay my kindness today. Is there something wrong, sir? I can work hard for it!"

Even though he was struck by someone's sword, Judge Wu almost had a smile on his face at this moment. He had already found the direction. Although their ghosts and gods were particularly dependent on incense, they did not have no room for self-cultivation.

"Nothing for now!"

Feng Qing'an shook his head. He had a slight thought, but after looking at the judge's appearance, after thinking about it again, he decided to forget it. Who is not busy?

"nothing?"

When Judge Wu heard this, he felt a little uncomfortable. With his temperament, it would be best if he could return the favor on the spot. Such a debt of gratitude made him feel uncomfortable thinking about it.

"I have something to say, sir, would you like to hear it?"

"But there's no harm in talking!"

"Young Master seems to be unskilled in mastering his own power. In terms of using it, I must be honest, it is very rough! If the same sword is struck by me, I can cut off Wen Ping's legal body, leaving him with nothing but Rebirth.”

The upright martial artist speaks directly and directly, which is not pleasant to listen to. However, Feng Qingan is not angry but happy, and having his shortcomings pointed out is, in a sense, a good thing.

"Lord Wu Pan is indeed as wise as a torch, and what he said is true!"

Feng Qing'an praised it without hesitation. This was not his power in the first place, but the power he borrowed with his own soul power. He had no problem mastering it, but it would really be a bit difficult for him to use it more carefully.

"Can you give me some advice?"

"I don't take advice seriously. UU read www.uukanshu.net I'm just a martial artist. I have some experience in fighting and forging my body, and how to improve my strength."

Judge Wu humbled himself for a while, and then his conversation changed.

"Master, do you still have some free time tonight?"

"Nothing to do tonight!"

"Good, I don't have anything important to do tonight. I can have a chat with the young master!"

Feng Qingan was a good person, and he would not be embarrassed if he was so polite and generous. He immediately listened to the experience imparted by Judge Wu in the name of communication.

Although this judge was a ghost and god, he was also a warrior who fought on the battlefield during his lifetime. His martial arts cultivation was so high that it was difficult for warriors in the world to reach a level.

The more Feng Qingan listened, the more surprised he became, and the more he listened, the happier he became. Although the power systems for mastering cultivation are different, there are too many techniques that can be learned from or even used directly when it comes to the use of power.

From the great road to simplicity, different roads lead to the same destination.

While Feng Qing'an was listening carefully, a small head quietly poked out from between his collar. The martial judge who was imparting his martial arts experience during his lifetime paused in tone. After seeing the eavesdropper clearly, he I didn’t care anymore and continued talking.