Enter the Immortal Cultivation

Wang Qi was shamefully shot through the heart by a wave of Wudingyun Sword, and then passed out. His entire consciousness was in darkness, and countless numbers surrounded him, like a Sanskrit spiritual prison. But if you take a closer look, what kind of incantation is that? It is clearly countless physical formulas!

Past life, present life, earth, China...

Countless formulas appeared and disappeared in his mind. That was the result of his entire life in his previous life, and it was the sustenance of his ideals in this life. Gradually, the formulas of the two worlds began to merge. Once the research results originating from the earth involve the field of aura, they become confusing, not necessarily self-consistent, and there are countless disagreements.

But this is exactly what he desires.

As Lord Ximen said, there is nothing to be afraid of if you have problems, because problems represent a way out. He reached out, eager to grab those things. He seemed to have caught it, but his hands seemed empty. He is depressed and excited. He just wanted to scream and express the thoughts raging in his heart.

Then he woke up.

The first thing that catches your eye is the white flames that fill the entire space.

"Wake up, finally wake up."

Chen Feng's voice of relief came from his ear. Wang Qi turned his head and saw Chen Feng's tired face. Chen Youjia held her chin in her hands and looked at Wang Qi expressionlessly.

Seeing Wang Qi wake up, Chen Feng withdrew his magical power. The flames of fate that obscured his vision disappeared, and the familiar ceiling appeared in front of Wang Qi. This is Chen Feng's Gao Ling demonstration room, and Wang Qi is fixed on a test table similar to an operating table.

"Put me down... I think I will be dissected and sliced ​​by you if I lie here any longer." Wang Qi struggled. A sharp pain suddenly shot through his body, fixing him on the operating table.

Chen Feng silently took out the scalpel: "When you say this, I feel a little itchy - there are not many ready-made lunatics, and even fewer will not die no matter how you cut them. It is a good time to study the effects of neurological diseases on thinking. Negative impact."

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Put down the evil knife in your hand!" Wang Qi was horrified: "What are you going to do? Why am I sick?"

"Suicide is not only a psychological disease, but also a physical defect - seeking death without encountering a major setback must be a huge flaw in the blood. It is of great research value!" Chen Feng calmly handed over a full set of surgical tools. Disinfection, as if he really planned to cut Wang Qi into slices: "This is the first time in so many years that I have heard of someone committing suicide for fun, especially when they just narrowly escaped death."

Wang Qi heard something was wrong: "What did you say?"

While Chen Feng was immersed in preparing for the experiment, Chen Youjia explained on his behalf: "I found you lying on the ground in the yard this morning, with the sword energy piercing your chest. There was no record of the guarding array being touched, and the sword energy that stabbed you was obviously It is transformed by your own magic power.”

Chen Feng said: "Not only that. Comparing the sword shape of the wound with the weapon in your hand... it is obviously the sword you are using now! One sword shakes the foundation of the law. It tears the soul and penetrates the heart. It's really bad. Gotta get rid of it.”

Criminal investigators on Earth can analyze the rifling of guns from bullets, and China also has the means to restore the appearance of weapons from the traces caused by sword energy.

Wang Qi couldn't laugh or cry. In the eyes of these two people, he became a lunatic who committed suicide for no reason! He quickly told the truth of the matter. However, the origin of the kendo formula is deduced that Li Ziye forcibly memorized it himself when he collected the forbidden Taoist manuscript.

Chenfeng's eyes widened: "I'll go...you mean you mastered the first secret sword of Piaomiao Palace, and then...then..."

"Pfft." Chen Youjia concluded: "As a result, I almost killed myself because I was not good at studying."

Wang Qi stared blankly: "Junior sister, you can actually smile without malice like this!"

Damn, that puff puff just now was so cute!

Chen Youjia turned away and faced Wang Qi with the back of her head: "It's senior sister, how many times have I corrected you - besides, I didn't laugh!"

Although her voice was very calm, the constant pull of her back gave her away.

"Isn't this a joke..."

"I'm not laughing."

On the other side, Chen Feng was already holding his stomach and almost rolling on the ground: "I said brother, you... you... hahahahaha!"

Wang Qi looked unkind: "Is it that funny?"

"Pfft hahahaha. To tell you the truth. If you worship into the Piaomiao Palace, it will be a complete shame for the Piaomiao Palace!" Chenfeng laughed wildly and explained: "This is the first time I heard that my Piaomiao Wudingyun Sword will be given to someone else. My own fatal blow...unprecedented in history! Hey!"

Wang Qi became angry: "You two..."

After laughing, Chen Feng finally became serious: "However, you are quite an awesome guy."

"Tsk, it's just half-assed." Wang Qi said angrily: "That's right, such a Wudingyun Sword has no combat effectiveness at all. Just laugh as much as you want!"

Chen Feng shook his head: "No, no, this is not sarcasm, but a sincere compliment. Before you, the only person who could master the Piaomiao Wudingyun Sword in the foundation building stage was Lu Xiaoqian, the leader of the contemporary Piaomiao Palace. However, she You are a disciple who does not allow Taoists to break the rules, and you have accepted the system inheritance of Piao Miao Palace, and you only rely on a sword formula that Taoists do not allow."

"There is also endless support from Wan Dharma Sect." Wang Qi coughed lightly: "I'm not afraid of scaring you. As a true disciple, my authority is much higher than that of ordinary true disciples. There are also people above me."

"Did you use arithmetic to solve it?" Chen Feng pondered: "I'm afraid it won't work? If you really want to deduce it yourself, why don't you exchange it for the first-level sword manual of the Piaomiao Wudingyun Sword?"

"Ten thousand merit points..." Wang Qi gritted his teeth: "First level, ten thousand merit points! It's so expensive, except for gifts from within the sect, no low-level monks can redeem it, right?"

"How much merit do you have?"

Wang Qi gritted his teeth: "More than two thousand."

He exchanged the program of the Bourbaki school for the support of the Gottings, and at the same time borrowed many papers published by the Gotings. And every Xiaoyao from the Geting Sect is a leader in arithmetic circles, so there is naturally a lot of money to be exchanged. However, in order to prevent him from wasting his merit points randomly, the Geting Sect only gave him these merit points in batches.

Chen Feng was startled: "Eight thousand?" Then he took out a piece of scratch paper and began to calculate with gritted teeth. The more he calculated, the more ferocious his expression became. Chen Youjia suddenly walked over and added two strokes on his draft paper. Chenfeng was shocked: "Yujia, what are you..."

Chen Youjia's expression was indifferent: "I have already guessed that an idiot like you would do such a thing."

"Thank you." Chen Feng nodded, and then threw the manuscript paper into Wang Qi's face: "Wang Qi! This time, you have to work for me for twenty years in vain!" After saying that, he rushed out of the room and stood up. Separate altars to the Immortal Alliance. After a while, he threw a Lingxi bottle [Xianxia version USB flash drive] onto Wang Qi's face: "Here you go!"

Worth 10,000 merit points, the first-level sword manual of Piaomiao Wudingyun Sword. (To be continued ~^~)