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Near Leigu Mountain, on the top of a mountain.
Li Xianyu found a way to integrate the one hundred and twenty years of skills...a way that is unique to him.
It is neither a pure 'millstone grinding' style nor a pure 'breaking ground and sprouting' style, but a fusion of these two methods to form a new...'break out of cocoon and become a butterfly' style.
Breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly means new life.
This is an extremely painful struggle and requires the most tenacious will.
In fact, Li Xianyu has already understood the two methods of integrating external Qi, namely 'crushing with a millstone' and 'breaking the ground to sprout'.
However, he has higher pursuits.
At the same time, he also wanted to find his own path of cultivation in the process.
Wisps of true energy turned into threads like silk, which condensed around Li Xianyu and wrapped around his body.
"That day, the ice silkworm bit Duan Yu, absorbed the blood containing the red clam, and then condensed an ice crystal outside the body..."
"Looking back now, this ice crystal doesn't seem to be real ice."
Li Xianyu was immersed in deep meditation.
When Wu Xingyun arrived, he saw that Li Xianyu's whole body was exuding cold air, and wisps of substantial Qi threads were surrounding his body like a cocoon.
Wu Xingyun, who was originally feeling guilty, was stunned when he saw this scene. His pair of big cute eyes stared at Li Xianyu, becoming as deep as an abyss.
After a while, Wu Xingyun seemed to have some realization: "He thought of himself as a caterpillar, trying to condense a silk cocoon and then break out of the cocoon to complete his new life.
The process of breaking out of the cocoon must be extremely painful. He did this intentionally. "
"What a boy, you are so ambitious."
Wu Xingyun let out a breath and stood by silently.
The other side.
Wang Yuyan ran away from the Leigu Mountain area quickly, becoming aimless, her expression gradually turning desolate, and she couldn't help but shed tears in her eyes.
In Leigu Mountain, she maintained the dignity and elegance of a head wife, but her heart was already broken into pieces.
All the good memories of the past seem to have deteriorated.
This was unacceptable to her.
"Husband, you are so powerful. It must be very tiring to deal with three or even more women at the same time." Wang Yuyan closed her eyes, with tears all over her pretty face.
at dusk.
Wang Yuyan came to Luoyang City, the most prosperous city in Henan, and strolled on the streets, listening to the shouts and shouts on both sides of the streets, her expression numb and lifeless.
When they reached a corner of the street, Wang Yuyan turned around and looked indifferently at the six men of different heights following her.
A while ago, she noticed someone following her furtively behind her.
"This girl is so handsome." Zhaixingzi, who came to the Xingxiu Sect, had bright eyes.
He is the senior brother of the Xingxiu Sect, and he originally came to the Central Plains to capture Ah Zi and retrieve the sacred tree king tripod.
As a result, it has been more than a month and there is no news at all.
I was wandering around Luoyang City in the afternoon. When I saw Wang Yuyan, I was shocked and immediately started to have evil thoughts.
"Hehe, she is more beautiful than Azi."
"It's okay. I think Ah Zi is better looking. This woman looks too cold."
"Tsk tsk, no matter who is good-looking, she falls into our hands today, hehe..."
“……”
Wang Yuyan listened to these people's "foul words", a flash of disgust and almost violent irritability flashed in her eyes.
"Disciples of the Xingxiu Sect are good at poison and evil arts. If they encounter them, they will either run away or attack first and kill them."
Wang Yuyan recalled some of the special items of the Xingxiu Sect, and her body swayed, and in an instant, the entire alley was filled with white shadows.
The faces and bodies of all the Xingxiu Sect disciples headed by Zhaixingzi froze.
In just an instant, all their Jianjing points were hit.
"I vaguely remember that the Xingxiu Sect's Poison Technique uses poison to increase the potency, and at the same time uses power to suppress the poison. If you lose the power, you will be in misery." Wang Yuyan whispered, and put her delicate hand on Zhai Xingzi's shoulder. The Ming Shen Gong operates instantly.
Zhaixingzi's expression completely changed.
"Hua... Hua Gong Dafa, how can you know Hua Gong Dafa?" Zhaixingzi was horrified.
A flash of indifference flashed in Wang Yuyan's eyes.
Zhaixingzi cried, and was immediately frightened, praising Wang Yuyan.
Wang Yuyan listened to Zhaixingzi's exaggerated and vulgar praise, and inevitably thought of Li Xianyu's seemingly inadvertent praise.
After comparing it, I felt that the Star Picker in front of me was extremely greasy. Not only did I not feel the slightest joy when being praised by it, I actually felt nauseated, as if I had touched something dirty.
Seeing that compliments and flattery were useless, Zhaixingzi's true nature was exposed and he began to insult Wang Yuyan.
Wang Yuyan snorted coldly and pressed hard with her right hand. In an instant, Zhai Xingzi's heart was broken.
After a while.
Lying on the ground were six Xingxiu Sect disciples who had lost all their power, and their hearts were broken.
"My husband likes to practice. Do you like the feeling of becoming stronger?"
Wang Yuyan felt thoughtfully as she felt the increased power in her body.
The feeling of practicing seems to be really wonderful... you can temporarily forget your unhappiness, and you can also 'empathize' with your husband.
Wang Yuyan came to Xinyang City.
"My husband said before he went into seclusion that the beggar gang was going to deal with him."
Wang Yuyan whispered, a slightly demonic light flashing in her eyes.
The headquarters of the Beggar Clan was established on the outskirts of Xinyang City.
There are no less than a thousand Beggar Gang disciples in the entire Xinyang City.
Beggar Clan disciples have one characteristic: their strength is... average.
Wang Yuyan also has a characteristic... She is proficient in hundreds of martial arts and can always find a person's weakness at the first time.
Hearing that the Beggar Gang was tracking down a certain Shaolin disciple, Wang Yuyan recalled the grudge between her husband and Shaolin: Shaolin not only excluded her husband, but also deliberately spread rumors that her husband's cultivation talent was too poor and was not in line with Shaolin's acceptance. Apprentice standards…
"You are tracking down Shaolin disciples, so it should be reasonable for Shaolin disciples to absorb your power, right?"
Wang Yuyan whispered, and she shaved off her black hair without any regrets, put on a Shaolin monk's uniform, and covered her face with a veil.
After transforming into a Shaolin monk, she became much more courageous. She no longer carried out sneak attacks. When she encountered a lone disciple of the Beggar Clan, she pushed him towards him and absorbed his skills.
In just five days, the Beggar Clan suffered a devastating blow.
The entire chief helmsman, except for some elders and disciples who rushed to Shaolin for theory early, basically all the other elders and disciples of the Beggar Clan have absorbed their skills from Wang Yuyan.
At the end, the chief helmsman of the Beggar Clan burst into mourning, and a group of elders and disciples greeted all eight generations of Shaolin ancestors.
Wang Yuyan couldn't hold it any longer.
When I first start to absorb people's energy, not only will my mind feel a little happy, but my body will feel like a spring breeze and feel extremely comfortable.
As more and more are absorbed, the spiritual pleasure is no longer there, but only boredom.
The body has become very uncomfortable due to absorbing too much power. It can even be said that it is very painful at times.
Wang Yuyan hid, silently digesting the power she had absorbed.
"My husband's talent may be really average, but the Yi Jin Jing seems to be quite easy to practice."
Wang Yuyan muttered, she had never deliberately practiced the Yi Jin Jing, it was as if the superiors were urging her to practice the Yi Jin Jing, and the true energy in her body was able to move independently along the route of the Yi Jin Jing. No need for her mind control.
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On this morning, a group of eminent monks from Tianlong Temple headed by Master Kurong once again came to the outside of the Valley of Deafness and Muteness.
Su Xinghe looked at this group of people with his eyelids twitching and his heart aching: "Uncle Junior, if you don't show up again, I will suffer a lot today."
Kurong sat across from Su Xinghe, and the other monks from Tianlong Temple sat cross-legged behind Kurong.
"Amitabha, Donor Su, let's get started." Ku Rong said slowly, his expression as ancient as stone.
Su Xinghe nodded slightly: "Master, please go first."
Two people playing chess.
Su Xinghe originally wanted to make the move slowly, but unexpectedly, Ku Rong seemed to have a mental connection with him, and his move speed was actually slower than him.
"It seems that Master Ku Rong did not deliberately want to cause trouble for my junior uncle."
A flash of understanding appeared in Su Xinghe's eyes, and he immediately became even more helpless.
They have already given me enough face. If my junior uncle doesn't show up, then I can't blame him for being... angry here.
