Move the mountain gate and drill the tower.
Two young women in disciple uniforms were fighting each other in the hall.
The moves of both of them are fierce and powerful, extremely swift and violent. It's just that one is powerful and the other is fast. For a while, the fight was inextricably linked.
The disciples of the Yishanmen all around watched.
The three elders sat quietly at one end, watching the battle from a distance, and some people frowned slightly from time to time.
"In this world, there are many techniques for absorbing the soul power of the earth. Among them, my Mountain Transformation Spiritual Art is not outstanding, but it wins in one word, stable. Zhongzheng is peaceful. It is not aggressive and has no hidden dangers."
The great elder spoke slowly and explained.
"So, to practice the soul power of the earth, you must choose a heroic soul that suits you as much as possible, and use it as a ghost weapon to assist you."
"What is Zhongzheng Peaceful? To put it bluntly, isn't it mediocre? It sounds so nice." Sitting behind her grandfather Huang Yunsi, Huang Ya couldn't help muttering.
She herself didn't really practice her sect's Mountain-Transforming Spiritual Art because it was too rough.
It takes too much time and effort. By the time she gets her grades, she may be thirty or forty years old.
By then, do you want to go to university? Do you still want to get married? Isn't this delaying youth
In fact, it's not just her, even Wang Dong, Huangyun Temple didn't give him the idea of practicing Mountain Transformation Spiritual Art. Otherwise, the exercises would have been given long ago.
It was precisely because of this that he found Wang Dong and his granddaughter another more suitable advanced spiritual art from an outer sect early on. It is also used to extract the soul power of the earth. Although it is a little more aggressive and consumes more resources, it is safe to have elders to take care of it.
In fact, in Yishanmen, only ordinary disciples with no background and no resources would choose Yishan Hua Linggong as their future advanced exercises.
Those who have a little way will choose other skills from outside. This has almost become an open secret in the door.
Looking at the two people below who were fighting fiercely, Huang Yunsi felt a little worried. Tomorrow was the day when the team headed for Wanling Cave set off.
Wang Dong insisted on going, which always made him a little uneasy. Hearing his daughter's unbearable voice at this time, he also retorted with a smile.
"Mountain Transformation Spiritual Art is the inherited art of our sect. It is indeed a bit old, but it is still ranked 172nd in the world's high-level martial arts. It can be seen that it also has merits."
Although he said so, in fact, he also knew that the mountain-moving spiritual art was a second-rate art in the world.
Praising so many advantages is nothing more than putting gold on his own face. No matter how dirty it is, it is the truth.
"Damn, how did Senior Brother Song, who had trained to the third floor of our mountain gate, lose in the last alliance martial arts meeting?" Huang Ya dismissed it.
"Moves, heroic souls, I don't lose to others, but in the comparison of soul power, I lost 13 games in a row. Now I am discouraged, and I have changed other things.
Is there such a thing? Compared with defense, it can't compare with those who specialize in defense. Compared with recovery, it can't compare with those who specialize in recovery. It lasts longer than soul power, but it is also tasteless. To put it bluntly, if you stick a little bit of everything, nothing will work. "
Huang Yunsi slapped his granddaughter on the forehead.
"There is no obstacle." But in fact he did not refute.
Most of the silver-level disciples in the sect practice the mountain-moving spiritual art, although the art is mediocre and has no characteristics. But the advantage is cheap and stable.
Apart from these helpless disciples, those who are still really adhering to the orthodoxy and painstakingly cultivating the Spiritual Art of Transforming Mountains are the fourth, fifth, and seventh disciples.
The three elders of them insisted that the mountain gate's real foundation was the mountain-moving spirit art, and even the great elders relied on the reconstruction of the gate at the beginning.
As the inheritance of our ancestors, we must never forget our roots and seek new ones.
Thinking of this, Huangyun Temple was quite helpless.
Why doesn't he want to stick to the orthodoxy, but he has no choice. Every time he goes out to communicate, it is obvious that their experience, heroic souls, etc. are better than others, but they are too weak in soul power, which makes them unable to keep up with others.
"please!"
"Senior sister agreed."
At this time, a comparison between old and new practitioners happened to be staged off the court.
A female disciple who had practiced the orthodox mountain-transforming spiritual art for three years lost in the hands of her junior brother who had only practiced her family's spiritual art for a year.
And this junior, she personally introduced him to the door a year ago...
That female disciple was named Zheng Xiuling, she was staring blankly at her hands at this moment, half kneeling on the ground, her complexion was gloomy.
With the same expression as her, there are other disciples who are also practicing the Yishanhua Linggong in the surrounding field.
Seeing her being defeated by her junior, and easily defeated.
The dignified mountain-moving spirit art is actually inferior to a family-inspired spirit art that came out of nowhere.
This kind of mood, this kind of sad mood, was stuck in everyone's chest like a huge stone, and they couldn't get out.
"Is this the reality...?" Zheng Xiuling recalled her solemn determination to insist on Yishanhua Linggong and the orthodoxy of her school.
She imagined that no matter how bad this skill is, it won't be so bad... But she didn't expect...
Some disciples on the sidelines clenched their fists. Some are disheartened. Most of them had unchanged expressions, but the original enthusiasm in their hearts and their confidence in the orthodox exercises of our sect were quietly shattered once again.
Mountain-moving spirit art, it really won't work...
A sense of sadness that the tradition is gradually passing away slowly flows in the hearts of many disciples.
The Great Elder was also expressionless, sighing slightly in his heart...
"kindness??"
Suddenly, his face changed slightly, and he suddenly raised his head to look into the distance.
"This is... someone is absorbing the soul power of the earth??! What speed is this! So fast!!"
It wasn't just him, the old man Huang Yunsi's complexion also changed, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and his eyes turned to the direction from which the wave came.
"This devouring speed... Who is it!?" Faintly, he felt the soul force field emanating from this soul power, which seemed somewhat familiar.
The two elders stood up one after another. Immediately afterwards, the third elder also stood up, looking into the distance with a solemn expression.
The soul power of the earth there fluctuated and became stronger and stronger.
"Go and see!?" The great elder met the eyes of the other two elders, and the three nodded slightly at the same time, and left the table.
At this time, the fluctuation of the soul power of the earth has substantially affected some stewards and disciples.
These people are all top experts in the sect and belong to the elite, and most of them are at the gold level.
Feel this level of fluctuations in the soul power of the earth.
Although the fluctuation is very weak. But if it can be transmitted from such a far away position, then how big should the fluctuations at the core be
Fortunately, it is not far from here, and some masters with strong senses have already rushed towards that side.
Such a short distance caused such a large fluctuation of the earth's veins. For those sects that rely on the land and leylines to practice like their Yishan Gate. It was so clear.
After all, they rely on this practice, so the monitoring of the spirit power of the earth veins is naturally much stronger than ordinary forces.
Dense roots continuously extended from Lu Sheng's body. The pale yellow roots continuously absorb a large amount of black viscous energy from the ground.
That is the soul power of the planet, that is, the soul power of the earth mentioned by Yishanmen.
Jishenli is like a protective film covering Lu Sheng's body, including the soul.
After the earth's soul power poured in, impurities were filtered out by this protective film, leaving only the purest pure soul power, which flowed into Lu Sheng's soul body.
This kind of filtering even reaches hundreds of units per second.
A steady stream of earth soul power poured into his body like it was free of money. Then there was a chemical reaction with Lu Sheng's soul power, and the two skyrocketed.
Lu Sheng's already powerful soul power of more than three million swelled up like a blow.
The many black mist human figures guarding outside the villa were just watching the fun at first, watching Lu Sheng's soul power increase rapidly.
From time to time, he sighed, the man of the God Master is really a genius, it is rare in the world to improve his soul power so quickly.
Andy was also among them, but he had seen Lu Sheng suppress troll-like terrifying physical fitness before, so he was not too surprised by the strong soul power.
But later, after the soul power reached more than three million, it unexpectedly increased rapidly again.
And this time, it was actually a completely different spirit power of the earth.
The soul power of the earth and one's own soul power are two different concepts.
Extracting your own soul power is like something you already have, but it is just placed in a drawer. The process of extraction is equivalent to opening the drawer to take it out.
And the soul power of the earth is someone else's property. You have to break into someone else's house and search around to find the soul power. After you find it, you have to transform it into something you can use.
Hey!
A jeep and a car quickly braked and stopped in the lakeside villa area.
The grand elder was helped out of the car by a young man in plain white clothes. He looked up at the direction of Lu Sheng's closed villa.
The second and third elders also got off the car one after another.
Behind them are other stewards, elite disciples.
Huang Ya followed behind Huangyun Temple, and almost recognized the villa where Lu Sheng lived at the first sight.
In the follow-up, there are still disciples from Yishanmen who are still arriving. A car is constantly parked on the block.
The originally smooth traffic soon became congested and jammed.
A few traffic policemen came over to try to maintain order and disperse their abnormal gathering, but when a steward stepped forward to negotiate, they were so frightened that they sweated and turned around and ran away.
Although the passing crowd couldn't feel what was happening, but judging by this posture, it was a rare big scene. They all stopped to watch the fun. Some even took out their mobile phones to take pictures.
"Get away, these passers-by." The old man with a dragon's head and a cane in his hand, walked slowly into the community step by step, and walked towards the villa where Lu Sheng was.
The rest could only follow quickly without saying a word. A few remained and began to drive away the idlers.
The great elder did not speak, and the others did not dare to speak out.
He took the lead, the second elder Huang Yunsi and the third elder walked side by side, and behind him were five stewards.
One of the stewards kept wiping his sweat, this was basically his area of management.
If nothing happens now, it's fine, but if something happens...
"This is... the breath of Yishanhualinggong!" Halfway through the walk, the great elder was slightly taken aback, and suddenly said in a deep voice. "Where the hell is... .!?"