Cultivation Of Immortals Begins With A Funeral Scripture

The strong men of Tieta Village are the top fighters in Wanquan County. If they never return, it is almost certain that the beast should be one of the three Innate protoss mentioned by the old patriarch——Magical Beasts!

If there are any human beings in Wanquan County that can threaten them, it is probably only the demon hunters stationed in the battlefield of beasts...

Ye Congwen stared blankly at the majestic mountains that seemed to cover the sky, as if the road to the Celestial Immortals spread in the boundless void, and he had infinite dreams in his heart: if one day he practiced magic, he must go there Once.

Reaching into his bosom to take out the blackened funeral scripture, he remembered the sweet dream he had on the boat that day.

"There are still three Heavenly Rank Cultivation Techniques hidden in the vast mountains. Although I don't remember the name of the Cultivation Technique, and I don't know what level the Heavenly Rank is, it doesn't prevent me from looking for it! Two colored soil can dig out two five What about the heavy ginseng and the three or four or five colored soils?"

Thinking of this, I quickly ran back to the boat to see if the precious medicinal materials were still there. I took the ginseng in my hand and looked at it carefully. Seeing that the whole body was muddy and dirty, I simply washed it in the stream to remove the silt and rotten skin, and took it up to have a look:

Ginseng is radiant and crystal clear. It is not ordinary at first glance, the fragrance of medicine bursts into the nostrils, and just smelling it makes people feel refreshed, as if the fatigue of the day has been swept away.

Ye Congwen was amazed, thinking that if eaten raw, the medicine would be too powerful, and it would be bad for the body. Last time, Ye Congwen gave him three pheasants, which were just to replenish his body...

When the sun went down, no hunters appeared. Ye Congwen rowed the boat to the village. Hunting herds of beasts has always taken the longest time, and everyone brought their own dry food. It is normal that there is no news from the eight Nine Heavens.

When Ye Congwen returned home, he quickly went to the chicken coop to grab a pheasant weighing two or three catties, slaughtered the head, bled it, boiled water to scald the hair, and stewed a pot of soup with ginseng.

That ginseng is extremely strange, its appearance is crystal clear, but when it is cut open, it turns out to be black and yellow inside, and the lines are naturally intertwined. If it is produced in two-color soil, it may be called two-color ginseng!

Ye Congwen was afraid that the medicine would be too strong to hurt his body, so he only took one catty of two-color ginseng to try it out.

After the firewood was burned, Ye Congwen added some charcoal before putting the stew pot on the stand. He still understood the principle of simmering a good soup. Knowing that making soup is a test of patience, Ye Congwen had no choice but to punch Pofeng Fist from start to finish.

At first I just wanted to pass the time, but after practicing, I suddenly found that I didn't seem to be in any shape at all.

As usual, the 108-style Pofeng Fist seems to be imprinted in my mind. Every time I make a move, the subsequent moves are like jumping out on my own initiative. I don’t need to think about the whole set of boxing skills. The movements can be described as flowing and flowing. .

But today the situation is completely opposite. When I punch a punch, I always feel that the angle, direction, strength and speed of this punch can be adjusted, and even the moves can be misplaced.

I kept denying and revising, and by the time I was satisfied with a set of boxing skills, several hours had passed!

Ye Congwen was stunned immediately. Could it be because he sucked the white juice to avoid waste when cutting the two-color ginseng?

Thinking of this being the most likely possibility, when staring at the two pots of chicken soup, his eyes shone wildly! He quickly took two bamboo heat insulation pads and laid them on the table.

Carefully put the pot of chicken soup on the bamboo mat, reached out and took off the lid, the house was immediately filled with aroma, the milky white and bright yellow soup made Ye Congwen hungry.

Picking up the rice bowl, I first filled a bowl of two-color ginseng chicken soup, and took a sip. The taste of the chicken soup seemed to be the same as usual, and it was as rich and smooth as before, without any ginseng taste!

After waiting for several minutes, there is no response from the body, which is really disappointing. Is it better to eat it raw after being busy for a long time? Ye Congwen continued to drink the chicken soup unwillingly, pouring spoonfuls into his mouth, and it didn't take long for the bowl to bottom out.

He was hesitating whether to have another bowl of ginseng chicken soup, when suddenly his whole body felt as if he had been thrown into the stove.

Faintly felt that the blood seemed to have started to boil, and felt a burning sensation in the veins, which made Ye Congwen jump three feet high from the stool in fright.

The first time I wanted to run cold water to cool down, I jumped to the kitchen in one step, looked back at the distance of this step, and was instantly dumbfounded, at least five meters away!

"What's going on, is it an illusion of own?" Ye Congwen turned and walked over again, and then measured the distance of the previous step with his footsteps.

"It's really five meters! It's just too much!"

Ye Congwen said in surprise. In order to confirm whether he felt that something was wrong, he ran back again and took another step with all his strength!

Obviously, I just had hallucinations just now, and I jumped with all my strength, but it was only about three meters, but the distance of more than five meters just now was just a casual step by myself, and the strength of the two is not the same. language.

"Maybe it took two steps, but I don't have the impression."

Ye Congwen felt a little lost in his heart. I wanted to go to the water tank behind the kitchen to take a cold shower, but suddenly I found that my whole body was warm and moist, and when I touched the blood vessels, it was no longer as hot as before.

"Alas--

The scorching energy just now seemed to be exhausted suddenly, as if a mud cow had sunk into the ocean, and there was no more news. "

Ye Congwen slowly sat on the stool, savoring the feeling at that moment carefully, hoping that the miracle of stepping five meters would happen to him again.

But what was disappointing was that Ye Congwen waited quietly for about ten minutes, the blood in his body did not fluctuate at all, and he couldn't help cursing in disappointment:

"Damn it! A bowl of two-color ginseng chicken soup can be tossed up in one step, and the two-color ginseng has so little energy?"

Looking at the steaming two-color ginseng chicken soup on the table, he gritted his teeth and drank the whole pot of chicken soup in one go, waiting for his body's reaction.

"Well, my heart is beating faster, True Qi is flowing, my blood is getting hotter and hotter, it's exactly the same as before, this time I have to hold back no matter what!"

Ye Congwen gritted his teeth, propped his hands on the dining table, his face was bulging with veins, and the hot air came and went from his mouth and nose, like a farm cow panting heavily!

All of a sudden, Ye Congwen yelled:

"here we go again!"

Just like in the past, I jumped three feet high, took five or six meters in one step, and jumped to the kitchen in an instant, as if my feet didn't touch the ground, and reached the last hut in four or five steps.

This time Ye Congwen could see clearly and count clearly. He walked forty meters by himself in just six steps. The accounting instinct made him laugh out loud:

"I ran 40 meters in six steps, with an average step of at least six meters, even better than before!"

At this time, Ye Congwen was afraid that this powerful feeling would disappear in an instant, so he ran around the house several times, and couldn't help punching a complete set of breaking wind punches.

It can be said that the fist is like breaking the wind, the strength is fierce, and the moves are endless, like a violent wind and rain, and like a pear blossom in a rainstorm. The speed of punching is so fast that I can't control my hands. It seems that there is an infinite force in my body that is urging the whole body Every muscle, every bone, is ready to go.

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Congwen felt as if the abnormal strength in his body was being stripped away bit by bit by something, until his limbs gradually became weak.

He hurried back to the house and sat at the dining table. The two-color ginseng chicken soup had already been drunk, so he had to eat pheasant chicken.

But this time, even he himself was very surprised. His stomach, which was full before, seemed to be shriveled now. After eating two or three catties of chicken in succession, he didn't feel full at all.

"I actually ate three catties of chicken and one catty of two-color ginseng in one meal. Isn't this food intake close to the minimum standard for giants?"

Ye Congwen was overjoyed, he only ate one catty of two-color ginseng, if he ate all the ten catties of two-color ginseng, he might be able to meet the standard of five catties of meat for the two giants of the Huaye tribe!

If you dig up three-color ginseng and four-color ginseng in the future, it will definitely grow to the size of a giant of the two tribes of flowers and leaves! This is really the road to heaven!

Lying in bed thinking about today's windfall, it really pays off! It is not in vain that I spent the past few days searching my stomach and racking my brains to delve into this burial scripture, and I am also worthy of the energy spent in searching for Baoshan these days.

If he finds five-color ginseng in the five-color soil in the future, once he swallows and absorbs it, his skill will not be weaker than that boy in white who knows magic arts, right?

Thinking of the scene of the boy in white beating the rhino horned elephant with both hands, Ye Congwen looked extremely excited, waving his hands in the air, as if he was transforming into a magician in white, beating the rhino horn elephant to its knees and begging for mercy, its brains burst.

"I must dig out the five-color ginseng to find the heaven-level immortal method, and become a master like the boy in white!"

Ye Congwen's fighting spirit was high, and he was very excited. He raised his fist and wanted to punch another set of 108-style Pofeng Fist.

I didn’t want the chicken to provide energy like the two-color ginseng soup. I waved my hand twice, and a sense of powerlessness struck my heart. The eyelids of my eyes suddenly became extremely heavy. When I closed my eyes, I fell into a drowsy sleep, and even the thunderstorm couldn’t wake me up. .