Asking about longevity

The weapon-refining disciples and the Qian family disciples got into a scuffle, and the scene was a bit chaotic for a while.

In Tongxian City, generally speaking, in the middle stage of Qi refining, at about the fifth to sixth level of cultivation, you can learn the Taoist techniques for attack.

The Taoist methods used by monks to attack are divided into two categories, one is the martial arts Taoism of physical cultivation, and the other is the magical Taoism of spiritual cultivation.

Physical training focuses on refining the body, using the powerful physical body to transmit spiritual power, and attacking at close range; spiritual training focuses on spells, using spiritual consciousness to control spiritual power to condense spells, and cast spells remotely.

There are also monks who practice both spiritual and physical skills, but such monks need two unique conditions:

First, the talent must be good, including top-grade spiritual roots and excellent body training qualifications; second, the family background must be good, with a profound spiritual inheritance, which can mediate the conflict between physical and spiritual cultivation. At the same time, it is best to have a Several spiritual mines, endless spiritual stones to spend...

The vast majority of monks in the world of spiritual and spiritual cultivation are not destined to be together. Some big families cannot even produce a seedling who can cultivate both spiritual and physical bodies for several generations, let alone the remote Tongxian City.

Regardless of whether you are a casual cultivator or a cultivator from a small family, you can only choose one to practice. Either focus on body training and become a physical practitioner, or focus on magic and become a spiritual practitioner.

The advantages of physical training during the Qi refining period are far greater than spiritual training. As long as one is not born with a particularly poor physique - such as Mo Hua, he will choose the path of physical training and become a physical practitioner.

So the battle situation at this time is basically a melee of physical training.

There were a few disciples of the Qian family who were spiritual practitioners, but before they could cast their spells, they were rushed in front of them and knocked down with a punch.

The melee between physical practitioners is basically a fight between fists and feet, punches to the flesh, supplemented by spiritual power of different attributes. Between the punches and palms, there are colorful rays of light, which looks quite handsome.

This was the first time Mo Hua saw such a large-scale battle among monks, and he was stunned for a moment. After a long time, I remembered what I should do?

what to do?

Mo Hua thought about it and felt that there was only one thing he could do - run!

A group of cultivators were fighting, and with his small arms and legs, it would be great if he could escape unscathed. Not burdening everyone is the greatest contribution!

Mo Hua was about to run away, but after walking a few steps, he found that his shoulder was grabbed by someone. Mo Hua struggled to break away, but instead of breaking free, a pair of cold hands grabbed his neck.

Mo Hua turned around and saw Qian Xing looking at him coldly.

It was as if he was his father-killing enemy.

"Stop it!" Qian Xing shouted in a sinister voice.

Everyone stopped and spread to both sides. The disciples of the Qian family covered their arms, wiped the blood, and stood behind Qian Xing in embarrassment, while Dazhu and the others stood in front of Qian Xing, confronting them.

When Mo Hua saw this scene, his heart dropped: "It's over, the last thing you want to see has happened!"

Originally, Dazhu and the others had the upper hand, but now that they are caught and everyone throws a wrench in their trap, the situation is not good.

Dazhu looked at Qian Xing and said expressionlessly: "Let him go! Otherwise you are dead!"

"If you can't beat me, you'll just play dirty, you coward!"

"I'll fight again if I can..."

A group of weapon refining disciples also said angrily.

Qian Xing sneered and said: "I only know how to fight and kill you. You deserve to be humbled for the rest of your life. I have already gone to call someone. The family guards will come later and none of you can escape."

"What do you want?" Dazhu shouted.

"How is it?" Qian Xing smiled and tightened his grip on Mo Hua's neck, "Don't worry, I won't kill him yet. Killing him will dirty my hands. Although I'm not afraid of Daotingsi, I still find it troublesome. . I only need to take him up the mountain, hang him on a tree, attract a few monsters, eat his flesh bit by bit, and make him die in pain, in order to relieve the hatred in my heart. Even if Daotingsi wants to investigate, people It was eaten by monsters, and it can’t be traced to me.”

Dazhu's eyes turned red with anger: "Bastard, how dare you!"

"How dare you call me a bastard? Who are you?" Qian Xing laughed angrily, "Okay, then you guys kneel in front of me, slap yourselves in the face and then end it on your own, and I won't kill him. Why? Like? Don’t you like to stand out? I’ll give you this opportunity.”

Qian Xing pinched Mo Hua's neck and threatened: "Kneel down. If you don't kneel down, I will kill him now!"

Dazhu and others were at a loss, feeling both angry and humiliated.

Mo Hua's eyes flashed sharply, and he said hoarsely: "Qian Xing... don't push yourself too far!"

"Trying to go too far? I'm giving you face. I told you in a nice voice. You didn't agree. Why are you blaming me for going too far?" Qian Xing said, "I lost such a big person today. How can I save a few lives?" Face, it’s reasonable, right?”

Mo Hua's childish voice was filled with chill:

"Then you are asking for death!"

Qian Xing was not angry but smiled and said: "You are a fourth-level Qi refining guy with no knowledge of martial arts and no spells. What can you do to me? You say I'm looking for death. Okay, I want to see what you want me to do today. …”

Before he finished speaking, Qian Xing saw a stream of bright red ink splashing towards his face. In a hurry, he could only raise his right hand to block it, but he still couldn't block it. Several squirts of ink splashed on his eyes. The eye slit seeped into the eyes, and there was instant burning pain in the eyes.

It’s the fire spiritual ink used to draw formations!

Qian Xing was furious. He held back the pain in his right eye and used his left hand to strangle Mo Hua to death. But just now that he was in pain, his left hand relaxed for a moment, and Mo Hua took the opportunity to break free.

Qian Xing continued to reach out to grab him. Mo Hua knew he couldn't run away, so he jumped up and kicked Qian Xing.

But when this kick hit Qian Xing, Qian Xing didn't move at all and didn't even feel a trace of pain. On the contrary, the ink painting was knocked backwards by the force of the reaction.

Mo Hua took advantage of the force and retreated, finally fell to the ground, took advantage of the situation and rolled a few times, then lay on the ground, covering his head with his hands.

Seeing his appearance, Qian Xing couldn't help laughing, "Now do you know who is a loser?"

He continued to move forward, trying to catch Mo Hua before Dazhu.

But just as he took a step forward, Qian Xing suddenly felt a burning sensation in his chest. He looked down and saw that someone had stuffed a piece of paper into his arms. There were seven formations drawn on the paper. The formations were drawn with bright red ink. , and the red color of the ink became more and more dazzling, even bright red.

This is... a formation?

Before Qian Xing had time to think about it, he heard an ear-splitting roar.

The formation exploded.

In front of Qian Xing, a strong wave of spiritual power surged up without warning, with a burning sensation and heart-rending pain that directly overwhelmed him.

His Taoist robe was directly burned to ashes, and the spiritual weapon breast shield on his chest was also cracked. Hot air surged onto his face, burning him beyond recognition. His whole body was also pushed away by the aftermath of the explosion, which destroyed several stalls. Stop.

The street fell silent for a moment.

Several Qian family disciples were affected and lay on the ground wailing.

Dazhu and the other monks were shocked to see the ink painting lying on the ground with his head in his hands, looking a little embarrassed, and Qian Xing on the other side, whose whole body was charred and black and shapeless, and they were speechless for a while.

The sound of the explosion and the spiritual energy fluctuations caused also alerted the nearby monks, and more and more monks rushed here.