Cultivation of immortality in the troubled times of demons and martial arts

Miles away.

Fang Xi pulled out the Green He Sword from the heart of an old warrior, splashing a pool of blood.

"The old guy doesn't talk about martial arts. Fortunately, I'm used to it."

Ever since he made a large purchase in the market a few months ago, he was always robbed when he came out.

Fortunately, he was reduced to the highest level of true warriors who were out to rob, so he could easily deal with it, but there was no big gain from touching the corpse, which made Fang Xi feel a little regretful.

He walked into a private house that was no longer occupied and started traveling through time.

‘The best way to avoid being tracked is to disappear completely! ’

'I will stay in the world of immortality for a while, practice my martial arts and then come back...'

…

Black Rock City.

The sky was always dark, and a strange light fell through the layers of black fog.

The edge of the inner city and the outer city.

A large house.

A few scattered 'cursed people' were wandering around randomly.

According to the rapidly developing experience of scavengers, once you enter the area covered by the tree canopy, you will inevitably be attacked by aerial roots, and besieged by a large number of 'wooden men' and 'cursed men', and you will almost die!

The strength of Mu Ren is even higher than that of ordinary martial arts masters.

Even if he curses people, it is very troublesome to fight against a warrior with three changes of energy and blood.

But now that supplies are gradually depleted, there are still many people who are not afraid of death trying to wander on the edge of danger, looking for opportunities for the sake of their lives.

The door of the wooden house opened slightly, and two children emerged from it.

They are wandering orphans who don't know where they are, and they have formed a team together and are taking risks to search for supplies.

"Hurry up, the monster is coming!"

A girl with pigtails lowered her voice.

"Don't worry, Xiaoyun, Brother Dog is always very fast!" A half-grown boy ran out of the inner house, wearing tattered cloth and with bulging arms.

At this time, their steps that they thought were very careful still attracted the attention of a curse man.

"No, Xiaoyun, you go first!"

Brother Gou gave Xiaoyun the package in his arms and pushed the little girl away.

The cursed man tilted his head. This cursed man looked like a woman. Most of his face was covered with dark runes, and his absent-minded eyes were staring at the two living people.

Suddenly, she sped up and ran very fast.

"Walk!"

Brother Dog grabbed a stone, threw it at the cursed woman, and ran in the opposite direction: "Come on, come and catch me!"

"Dog brother!"

Xiaoyun cried and ran to the outer city.

If they don't get the food back, the children younger than them in the small shabby house will starve to death.

boom!

Unfortunately, she was so sad that she didn't pay attention while running away and fell hard.

The little girl didn't cry out in pain, but just held on to the package in her arms.

However, a few pieces of bacon still rolled out.

Snapped!

A piece of bacon rolled a few times on the ground and landed next to a shoe.

Xiaoyun looked up, and the first thing he saw were feet like iron pillars, and then a man like an iron tower.

A look of horror suddenly appeared on her face.

Any child alive today knows to stay away from anyone who is stronger than them, because strangers may have malicious intentions!

"Here...here you!"

Xiaoyun said timidly, with a cry in his voice: "But can you leave some for me?"

The big man picked up the bacon, put it in the little girl's hands, and said with a smile: "I, Zhang Junming, never take ill-gotten gains!"

As he spoke, the big man dodged and attacked the female curser.

When he was moving, the muscles all over his body were squirming like running water. He was clearly a master who had entered the realm of martial arts master.

boom!

The female curse screamed and was knocked away.

Zhang Junming held a child in one hand and quickly escaped from the danger zone. He did not put the two down until the edge of the outer city.

"Thank you so much for this hero!"

The young dog brother quickly forced out a smile and glanced around with his flexible eyes.

"Haha, don't worry, the certain family won't have any evil intentions, but the certain family likes you for your cleverness. If it were before, they would have to accept an apprentice, ugh..."

Zhang Junming sighed: "It's a pity that all my disciples are almost dead..."

"Big brother, give it to me!"

Xiaoyun's eyes curled up with laughter, and he handed a piece of bacon to the big man.

Zhang Junming was stunned, then laughed loudly, picked up this piece of bacon that he had definitely dismissed a few months ago and was still a little dirty, and took a big bite: "It's delicious, it's really delicious..."

…

"tasty!"

On Qingzhu Mountain.

Fang Xi shot a pheasant, and without using a pot, she directly plucked the feathers, removed the internal organs, stuffed the chicken with bamboo shoots and mushrooms, added various seasonings, and then battered it with mud to make a beggar's chicken.

At this moment, one bite of the chicken wings was so delicious that my eyebrows almost fell off.

"Haha, Brother Fang, this beggar chicken is really a unique talent."

Chen Ping sat next to him and quickly tore into a chicken leg. The chicken leg was fragrant. With just a slight shake, the meat and bones were naturally separated.

Surrounding the fire were two casual cultivators, who looked much poorer than Fairy Yunmeng and others. Their cultivation levels were in the early stages of Qi refining.

When Chen Ping came back from Mingqing Pavilion, he felt a little sorry.

Then he introduced two fellow Taoists to Fang Xi.

This time, he learned his lesson and chose circles of almost the same level.

The location was also chosen next to the shantytown, and we had a barbecue directly.

"Haha... Fellow Daoist Fang's cooking skills are definitely considered a magic chef in the world. I wonder if you are willing to develop into a spiritual chef?"

An old Taoist who looked like a fairy was quickly gnawing on a chicken butt, and there were two clean chicken feet next to him. Looking at him eating and licking his fingers at the same time, he looked like he was enjoying some unparalleled delicacy. generally.

This person calls himself the 'Nine Mysterious Masters', and his reputation is quite good. In fact, he is only at the second level of Qi Refining. It is said that he has been a national teacher for a period of time in the secular world, but after arriving at Qingzhu Mountain, he is the lowest level middle class. Being at the bottom, his knowledge is indeed not bad, especially he knows a lot about the common world.

“How can there be meat without wine?”

Next to Jiuxuan is a young man wearing a green shirt, similar to the attire of a knight in the world.

He looks to be in his twenties, but his cultivation has reached the peak of the third level of Qi refining.

This person's name is 'Di Qi', he is a member of a small Qi refining family near Qingzhu Mountain, ranking seventh.

Although his spiritual qualifications are not good, among the people present, his generosity ranks first.

At this time, he took out a gourd of spirit wine and distributed it to everyone.

"Fellow Daoist Di is generous!"

Chen Ping quickly took out a cup, looked at it and threw it away. He replaced it with a broken bowl and said with a smile: "This gourd spirit wine can at least be sold for one spirit stone in Fangshi!"

"It doesn't matter... I have always felt that it would be a pleasure to have three or two friends to practice immortality and Taoism together!"

Di Qi smiled and said.

In fact, he still cares a lot about his identity.

After all, family monks, even Qi Refining family monks who are similar to casual cultivators, are one level higher than casual cultivators!

However, Chen Ping is considered a future Talisman Maker, so he still has to give him some respect.

The four of them had a great time drinking and eating meat together.

After they had had enough wine and food, Master Jiu Xuan began to talk about everything. He had traveled extensively throughout his life and had rich and extraordinary experiences.

Even Fang Xi listened with great interest.

From the beginning, he wanted to join various circles just to broaden his knowledge and network.

At this time, when he heard Jiuxuan Lao'er bragging about how he had taken in several great masters in the secular martial arts world as his slaves, his eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "No matter how strong a secular warrior is, he can't compare to a cultivator at the first level of Qi Refining." Is that right?"

"Despite this, it is still very good to use it as a handyman, or as a bed warmer for those heroines."

Master Jiu Xuan had a look of recollection on his face and smiled like a spring breeze.

"That's not necessarily true...if secular warriors are well prepared and coordinate with the terrain and equipment...if we run out of mana in the early stage of Qi refining, it is really possible for us to capsize," Di Qi said.

As a family cultivator, he was specially warned by his elders.

"Actually... the body training methods of ordinary warriors are somewhat similar to physical training." Fang Xi secretly led the topic.

"No, no, no..." Master Jiuxuan shook his head: "Even if the 'body armor' among the Thirteen Armors of the Yue Kingdom was famous at that time - Qin Tian, ​​the strong man of the ten, was known to practice the ten hard skills and unique skills by one person. His power was unrivaled, but in the end he was only slightly inferior to a monk at the first level of body refining, and... he died suddenly within a few years."

"This person will most likely die from the inner breath conflict. If monks like us can reconcile with inner vision with spiritual consciousness, there may not be a way to survive, or even achieve higher achievements!" Fang Xi's eyes flashed.

"It's difficult, it's difficult, it's difficult... If secular martial arts could compare to the secret method of body cultivation, we would all have learned it a long time ago." Chen Ping shook his head and said.

"Actually, there may not be any way."

When Di Qi heard this, he pretended to be profound.

"Oh? I still need to ask Fellow Daoist Di for advice." Fang Xi's heart moved, and the secret trick finally came.

Di Qi took a sip of spiritual wine in front of the gourd, as if he was tasting it with his eyes closed, shaking his head and saying: "The spiritual consciousness of an immortal cultivator can only temporarily suppress the conflict of inner energy. If you want to eliminate hidden dangers, it is better to buy a pill from the Danding Pavilion." Breath-regulating Pill', this pill is best at blending the inner breath of different species. My family previously recruited a peerless warrior who has not been seen in the world for a hundred years as a servant, and this is the reward!"

Fang Xi's eyes brightened when he heard this.

It’s not that I am sure that Pranayama Pill can solve my problem.

But the problem of martial arts energy and blood being mixed and difficult to break through may be a fetter in Great Liang.

But from the perspective of the foundation-building overhaul in the Southern Wilderness Immortal World, it might just be a joke!

'After all, the Breath Adjustment Pill only solves the inner breath problem of Yue warriors, and it is completely different from the Qi and blood. ’

‘But in the Danding Pavilion, there may not be elixirs that can harmonize martial arts energy and blood! ’

‘Even if you want a pill that increases the upper limit of your energy and blood, an alchemist may not be able to refine it! ’

Fang Xi felt very happy.

The resources and experiences of the two worlds can learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses. There is hope for your own path and longevity!