After Fifty Years Of Fishing In Forbidden Areas, The Saint Begged Me To Come Out.

When Li Meng was surprised, Qiu Wuji had launched another offensive, leaving him no time to breathe!

"So fast!"

"Flying Flower Needle!"

Li Meng used hidden weapons that he rarely used.

Three special poison-quenching golden needles shot out.

"hidden weapon?"

Qiu Wuji reacted very quickly, using his body technique Glimpse Step, flipping twice in the air.

This movement was extremely fast and even left two afterimages.

"What the hell, is that an afterimage?!"

At this time, Qiu Wuji had already arrived in front of Li Meng.

The distance between the two is less than one foot.

"Not good!" Li Meng's pupils tightened.

"Xuan level primary spiritual method, golden light palm!" He hurriedly formed a seal and slapped a palm.

The metallic spiritual power was so powerful that it condensed into a three-foot-long palm, blocking Qiu Wuji's body.

"Beng, punch!"

Qiu Wuji roared and punched out, destroying everything!

The golden light palm collapsed instantly under the huge bombardment.

Li Meng was hit firmly in the chest by Qiu Wuji's fist as everyone looked at him in surprise.

He flew out upside down, stopped forcibly in the air, and then landed on the ground, clutching his chest and coughing out a few mouthfuls of blood.

At this time, Li Meng's face looked extremely ugly.

He looked at the mocking looks of the disciples around him and felt extremely humiliated.

Today, he has lost face and even damaged the majesty of the Punishment Hall.

"Hehehe..." Li Meng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"It's just a simple physical training, but it has such great power. I admit that I underestimate you, but you want to defeat an old disciple of the inner sect, you are just dreaming!"

Li Meng suddenly pulled open his clothes, and there was a shiny piece of software inside.

"It's spirit armor!"

"I am cheating, I have such good self-defense tools!"

The disciples exclaimed when they saw this, lamenting the background of the old disciples of the Punishment Hall.

"Haha, it's just a low-grade spiritual armor, so what?" Qiu Wuji hugged his arms and laughed.

"Low-grade spiritual armor is enough to stop you..." Li Meng didn't finish his words, and his eyes suddenly widened.

"burst!"

Qiu Wuji snapped his fingers.

Li Meng heard a muffled sound from his chest, then a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground, losing his fighting ability.

"High-grade martial arts, Bengquan...this is inner strength, you...you can actually cultivate inner strength?!"

Li Meng grumbled blood while talking.

His face and mouth twitched at the same time.

He looked at Qiu Wuji walking over, his face full of dissatisfaction.

When the onlookers saw this, they looked at each other with surprise visible in each other's eyes.

The strongest martial art of the outer sect is naturally the high-grade martial art Bengquan. The real strength of Bengquan is the internal strength.

After cultivating inner strength, you can achieve unexpected effects. Even low-grade spiritual armor cannot block the inner strength.

But it is extremely difficult to cultivate the inner strength of Bengquan.

At least, they have never heard of anyone who can cultivate the inner strength of Bengquan.

Most disciples just try to practice for a while and then give up if they can't succeed.

After all, it is just a martial arts, and they have more powerful spiritual methods to practice.

Qiu Wuji knows the secret of Bengquan's inner strength.

That is to achieve a fairly perfect state of control over one's physical strength.

In the entire Xuantian Dao Sect, he is the only one with pure physical cultivation.

Other people's cultivation focuses on refining Qi and supplementing it by refining body.

The inner strength of Bengquan cannot be practiced with any spiritual power, otherwise it will affect one's ability to control physical power.

It can be said that Bengquan is built for pure physical training, but others don't know it.

"Some time ago, you collected a total of one hundred and fifty spiritual stones from me."

Qiu Wuji stepped on Li Meng's hand and took off his storage ring.

He took out a lot of spiritual stones and piled them into a high pile, with more than a thousand pieces in total.

"Qiu Wuji, if you offend me in the Punishment Hall, you will be rewarded in the future!"

"Now, put the spirit stone back and kneel down to apologize. I'll let bygones be bygones." Li Meng gritted his teeth.

"You've been beaten into such a bad state, why are you still so stubborn?" Qiu Wuji slapped Li Meng.

"I'm not scared. Don't try to scare me. Who do you think you are? Are you the leader or commander of the Punishment Hall? Can you take the place of the Punishment Hall?"

"If you use power for personal gain and oppress the disciples here, think about how you can keep your status as a disciple of the Punishment Hall after today."

Qiu Wuji slapped him again, and then wiped the blood on his hands with his clothes.

A gentleman loves money and gets it wisely. He is not like Li Meng, who only bullies the weak.

Only the weak will bully the weak, while the strong will draw their swords at the stronger!

He only collected 200 spiritual stones, 150 of which were originally his own, and the other 50 to make up for his mental losses during this period.

"Qiu Wuji, you will regret it!" Li Meng was slapped into a pig's head, but his mouth was still very hard.

"I'm a person who likes reciprocity. You said you wanted to use my hands and feet before, so I'll use yours too." Qiu Wuji said with a smile.

"How dare you!" Li Meng's eyes widened.

Qiu Wuji held down Li Meng's arms and legs and said with a smile: "I know it will hurt a little if you break off your hands and feet, but it doesn't matter. It will be over if you endure it."

After hearing a few "clicks", Li Meng screamed and fainted from the pain.

When everyone onlookers saw this, their throats rolled and their faces showed fear.

This Qiu Wuji is a ruthless person. He destroys the hands and feet of the punishment hall disciples without blinking an eye.

And he kept smiling during the process. The more innocent and gentle the smile, the more frightened they were.

"Everyone, your spirit stones are all here. Come and get them yourself."

Qiu Wuji clapped his hands, stood up and greeted.

He looks so amiable.

But no one dared to come and get it.

Qiu Wuji didn't care, got up and returned to his yard.

After everyone saw Qiu Wuji leaving, they stepped forward and swept away the spiritual stones.

Some disciples spit at Li Meng and Wang Long, and some even took off their pants to urinate.

The sun went down and the day passed by.

Just as Qiu Wuji thought, even if there was a fight between himself and the disciples of the Punishment Hall, as long as no one was killed, the cemetery elders would not care.

On this day, he lived quite peacefully.

No one urged themselves to patrol the graves in the cemetery.

The cemetery elders don't care about these trivial matters.

Qiu Wuji has already observed that the cemetery elders often stay in the cave in the south, where it says "forbidden area to enter by mistake" and there are also formation restrictions.

I heard that that place was the Demon-Sealed Cave of the Xuantian Dao Sect, where all the monsters, demon cultivators, or disciples of the sect who had committed heinous crimes were imprisoned.

The duty of the cemetery elders is to guard the Demon Sealed Cave. As long as the disciples who are punished here do not leave the ten miles of Jingxin Lake, they will basically not come out.

Urging the disciples to clean the cemetery and other matters are the responsibility of the disciples of the Punishment Hall.

There are six teams of disciples patrolling here in the Punishment Hall, with more than twenty people, and the strongest among them does not have the Revolving Pill Realm.

Be low-key when you should be low-key, and be like today when you should be high-profile.

Today he has achieved stability with his fists. After establishing his power, there should be no more unsighted people to cause trouble for him, and he can continue to develop.

"System, let's do some fishing missions." Qiu Wuji thought and communicated with the system.

[Tasks are released from time to time, host please don’t be impatient]

"Then what use do you have now?"

[Chat service, do you need it? 】

"Forget it, what's the point of talking to a robot? It's better to practice." Qiu Wuji shook his head.

The fishing tasks in this system are not released every day. Sometimes they are released every day. Sometimes they are released again after two days. I don’t know how many days I have to wait this time. I hope it won’t be too long.

Today's battle was very enjoyable for him.

I also roughly know what my current combat effectiveness is.

It can easily deal with the disciples of the inner sect who have reached the late stage of the Sea Transformation Realm. If they attack with all their strength, let alone the late stage of the Sea Transformation Realm, they can also fight in the Revolving Core Realm.

Now, Qimen Dunjia has completed the first level of training.

The second level is Dumen, which belongs to the five elements of wood and is located on the spine. Its effect is to increase speed and explosive power.

Next, he will start to attack Dumen.

While searching for wood attribute energy, he also had to collect heavenly materials and earthly treasures containing the power of other elements in advance to prepare for the future.

Qiu Wuji closed his eyes and rested his mind, adjusting his physical and mental state to perfection.

At this time, night falls and everything is silent.

He pushed open the door and flew towards the forest behind the yard.

He sat cross-legged in a dense bush, ran the Qimen Dunjia formula, and began to absorb the power of the wood element.

I saw that the light green light slowly floated out from the grass and trees, converging towards the boundless spine of Qiu.

The next day, the news that Qiu Wuji defeated the disciples of the Punishment Hall in the Daozong Cemetery spread like wildfire and spread throughout the Daozong, causing an uproar.

Early morning, Holy Peak Empress Palace.

Wearing a red dress, with stunning appearance and noble temperament, the empress Song Hongyan slowly opened her eyes.

Those purple eyes were so bright and shining, as if stars were crushed into pieces.

"Master, I would like to see you." Han Yuerou's voice came from outside the door.

"Enter."