"How did you do it?" Caiyi was excited, and she was no less surprised than the others. She knew that Qin Ming was very talented, and she also knew that he could rise up when given a chance, but she really didn't expect that he would be so strong. A little bit perverted.
According to previous expectations, Qin Ming should be able to fight strong to the end, but this was his limit. Unexpectedly, he actually crippled Mu Zixiu.
"How did you do that?"
"Why did the fifth heaven abolish the seventh heaven?"
"Skills probably account for most of it. Mu Zixiu was careless."
Caiyi smiled brightly: "This is the first time I see you covered in wounds without feeling distressed."
"These are just flesh wounds, no injuries to bones or muscles."
"How much explosive power is your Vajra Boundless?"
"About five thousand pounds."
Caiyi suddenly realized, no wonder. "Go back and have a good rest. I'll go to Huyan Zhuozhuo to get you some Lingzhu grass. Hehe, I bet three of them with him. The odds are 10 per one and he owes me thirty."
"So much? Can he give it?" Qin Ming said with a smile.
Caiyi blinked and said playfully: "He will definitely not give it to me. It's up to him how much he gives."
"You can keep it. Those three are enough for me. Don't forget that I am still a servant and cannot accept martial arts and spiritual herbs."
"I just said it was in your name that I won the bet."
Qin Ming did not care too much about today's victory. After returning to the warehouse, he went into seclusion again, practiced the Shengshengjue, and absorbed the life energy between heaven and earth.
After thoroughly studying the second stage of Shengshengjue, the recovery speed is several times faster than before. More than ten wounds are slowly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye under the nourishment of the life energy.
Yue Qing really waited until Mu Zixiu's people brought the Lingzhu grass before letting him leave. This strength moved many people.
When Mu Zixiu left the martial arts arena, he was already semi-conscious and almost lost his arm.
Although this matter will cause dissatisfaction among the people of the Great Elder Faction, looking at the Qingyun Sect, no one dares to offend Yue Qing.
The next morning, that bastard Zhang Dong sent the list again, deliberately increasing the 'quantity'.
After Qin Ming's recovery all night, most of his injuries have recovered, and he lifts the stone jar to deliver goods everywhere.
No injuries were visible on the surface, he looked good, and looked very calm, as if nothing happened yesterday.
He is very calm, but the disciples on the road are not calm anymore. Is this kid really invincible? He was so injured yesterday, and he was so lively again after one night? It seems that there is a reason why he has not been tortured to death in the past eight years. This kid really resists the beating!
There were still many disciples taunting them on the road, but they could clearly feel that they had restrained themselves. No one scolded me when the delivery was not on time, I just didn’t dare. This kid is not afraid of punishment, not afraid of beatings, not afraid of trouble. He is a knives-killer, and now that he has strength, he is not afraid of anything.
Qin Ming was very calm and had nothing to be proud of. What he valued was the gains from yesterday's battle and the shortcomings in his martial arts.
These are the most precious.
Five days later, Qin Ming's realm broke through again and advanced to the sixth level of Lingwu.
The three Lingzhu grasses brought by Yueqing and the five Lingzhu grasses that Caiyi forcibly took from Huyan Zhuozhuo were of great help. For this breakthrough, six trees were used, and the remaining two trees were just used to consolidate the realm.
Qin Ming never slacked off and practiced day and night. Others might not be able to handle this intensity of training, but Qin Ming had the Art of Life, and the continuous gathering of spiritual energy from heaven and earth not only always kept him full of energy and vitality, It can also relieve fatigue and stay in top condition at all times. After eight years of waiting for the opportunity, he would be sorry for himself if he didn't perform well, and even more sorry for Lei Gucheng who had been waiting so hard.
But in the dead of night, Qin Ming would occasionally wonder, why is no one at home coming to see me this year
I used to come three times a year, but it’s been more than half a year this year. Why haven’t I come once
Could something happen
When can I go back to see my family and the suffering citizens
Late at night, Qin Ming was sitting cross-legged and meditating, consolidating the realm of the Sixth Heaven, when a vague and hoarse voice appeared out of thin air: "Senior...save me..."
The voice was hollow, seemed to be very weak, and floated weakly.
Qin Ming woke up and looked around, where was the sound coming from? He immediately looked back at the deepest part of the warehouse, which was dark and full of debris, a bit scary in the quiet night.
"Senior...I am the Donghuang War Clan..."
"Save me...save me..."
The hoarse voice was intermittent and insubstantial, as if coming from somewhere in the warehouse or coming from a dark space.
"Who are you! Where are you?" Qin Ming frowned and tried to remain calm.
"Forgive me... Sojourner Shura Sword..."
"No offense...I'm too weak..."
"Save me... take me back to Donghuang Heavenly Court..."
Qin Ming was so shocked that he immediately concentrated on exploring the Qi sea in his Dantian.
The Lingwu realm cannot yet 'see' the meridians, but can feel abnormalities in the Dantian.
Shura sword
Stored in Shura Knife
Donghuang War Clan
What follows what.
Qin Ming suppressed his emotions and was about to ask when his voice suddenly sounded weak: "No... no... your realm... why... you... you are not him?"
Qin Ming couldn't figure out the situation, and he was even less sure about the good and evil of the 'voice'. He forced himself to be calm and said: "The person you are talking about should be my master!"
"Where is he? Let me see him!" the voice sounded immediately.
"He left for something."
"Take me to him and I will be very grateful."
"Who are you? Why are you in my body?" Qin Ming is now sure that the voice is that of the guy who jumped out of the stone, and he actually hid in my body.
The sound suddenly disappeared, and the Shura Sword was also quiet.
"What are you doing?"
"Please come out of my body first."
"The person you want to see is not here."
Qin Ming was uneasy. There was suddenly a strange thing in his body, which would make anyone feel uncomfortable.
The voice was silent for a long time: "You are fifteen years old, at the sixth level of spiritual martial arts, with your mediocre talent, how can you qualify to be his disciple! Where did you get the Shura Sword, and who are you?"
The voice was still very weak, but it no longer sounded respectful at the beginning, and gradually became stern.
"Why does he want to accept a disciple? Does he still need to ask for your opinion?"
"Who is he? Which force does he belong to? What deeds has he had? His current age! Do you know?" 'Voice' asked continuously.
"I don't know." Qin Ming refused directly.
"I don't know? How come you have a Shura Sword!"
"I not only have the Shura Sword, but I also have the Dayan Sword Code and the Dayan Ancient Sword. I have a lot of stuff."
"who are you?"
"You don't care who I am, will you kill me if you don't obey?" Qin Ming forced himself to be arrogant, his heart was in his throat, this weird thing seemed to have a bad temper.
The voice was silent for a long time, and then suddenly let out a weak roar. The Shura knife vibrated violently, black mist filled the air, and rolled up a torrential spiritual energy, causing Qin Ming's blood to boil.
He hates it! He hates it!
He sensed the aura of Shura Sword and thought that the legendary figure was nearby. Thinking that the relationship between the two groups was not bad, he tried his best to summon them and struggled at all costs.
In the end, in order to escape from the Eight Suffering Universe Formation, he exhausted all his remaining strength and is now very weak.
I thought it would be good to leave, to seek help from the master of the Shura Knife, to return to the War Clan, and to the Heavenly Court. However, all the hard work was in vain
Qin Ming endured the boiling of his blood and let him vent his anger: "Who are you?"
"Who are you?" The voice was very cold and full of hostility. He exhausted his last strength and hope, only to get a child with mediocre qualifications and the desire to kill.
"You don't believe me after I told you. Tell me who you are first."
"Little guy, pay attention to your tone." The voice was cold.
"Old guy, pay attention to your situation." Qin Ming was unceremonious.
"Bastard thing!"
"Don't be so crazy in front of me. You broke into my body without my consent. I haven't settled the score with you yet."
"Little guy, if it were me before, you would be dead now."
"That's right. If I were strong, you would be dead now."
"Arrogant and ignorant junior, you are worthy of talking to me."
"Don't you deserve it? Please get out and hide wherever you like. Don't rely on me."
The two of them were getting louder and louder, one was harder than the other, and their words were becoming more and more rude.
"It's your honor to have me in your body."
"If you can't bear it, please leave! How about I go find the elders of Qingyun Sect and ask them to invite you out?" Qin Ming basically knew that this thing might be weak and not threatening, otherwise it wouldn't irritate him so much. No intention of resisting.
The 'voice' was suddenly silent for a long time, and whispered sadly: "I, a descendant of the mighty Zhan Clan, have fallen like this. Could it be that... am I destined to die and never return to heaven?"
Qin Ming didn't speak for a long time, and after being quiet for a long time, he suddenly asked: "Where is the heaven?"
It was originally a word of concern, but the 'voice' turned out to be sad. It turned out to be a barbarian that even the heaven did not know. Is there any hope for me to go back
"Whether you believe it or not, the Shura Sword and the Dayan Ancient Sword were given to me by an old man. I don't know his identity, his origins, or his relationship with you. I have only been with him for eight years. This is his A gift before leaving." Qin Ming felt that it was necessary to remind it, what if it became desperate and violent, and died together
The 'voice' did not respond, and sank into the Shura Knife. Maybe it was thinking, or maybe it was too weak.
Qin Ming called for a long time, but the 'voice' was ignored.
what to do
Let it be hidden in the Shura knife
Or go see Elder Yaoshan
After thinking about it, Qin Ming chose to 'accept' for the time being. There was nothing he could do if he didn't accept it. He couldn't tell the elders of Yaoshan that there was something hidden in my Shura knife. Mobile phone users please visit m.09xs. for a better reading experience.