I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

When encountering demons, yin and yang alternate.

Li Qingfeng finished today's practice and lay on the bed.

Against the dim light of the oil lamp on the table, I was arranging the soul flags over and over again.

His eyes were not focused and he was already drifting away.

After handing over the task once every ten years, the immortal masters in Bafang City are finally leaving, and they also promised to take away a group of people who are destined to be immortals.

Unfortunately, this news came a full four months late.

"Hun Banner, do I want to meet the righteous immortal master who guards the county?"

Li Qingfeng is eager to meet people with the same path, but he is worried about his own skills.

The issue of orthodoxy is no small matter.

Many people will be marked by the kind of master they worship.

Is it possible to change the court at will?

What's more, he has five spiritual roots.

Is it possible to practice quickly without using magic techniques?

The side effects of the Blood Evil Dafa are already minimal. Only the Blood Evil Qi is needed to assist in practice, and people can quickly accumulate mana.

The disadvantage is that the evil spirit of blood affects the mind, making it easy for people to become violent.

Most of the righteous immortals are good at being righteous and peaceful.

Hearing Li Qingfeng's raving, Tu Shanjun didn't say anything.

Although Tu Shanjun already had an idea when this question came up, he still thought about it carefully.

In the end, he clearly opposed Li Qingfeng's contact with righteous monks, at least not now.

After a while, a slight snoring sounded in the room.

Wubao blew out the oil lamp, closed the door and went to the side room to fall asleep.

Li Qingfeng, who was lying on the bed, was breathing steadily and still clutched the Soul Flag.

It happened to be convenient for Tushanjun.

"Dream."

Dreams are not complicated.

Tu Shanjun only needs to reproduce one scene.

The scene he recreated was a clearing on the top of a mountain.

There are clouds and mist, and the sky is blue and white.

Surrounded by cliffs, it seems that there is only this small area left in the whole world.

Li Qingfeng felt like he was falling. He opened his eyes midway and appeared on the top of this inexplicable mountain.

A figure stands at the end of the clouds and mist.

Now that the scene has been constructed and the banner master is dreaming, an identity is needed.

Tu Shanjun considered whether to use Zhao Shixian's identity.

Since Li Qingfeng filled Zhao Shixian's grave and obtained Zhao Shixian's immortal cultivation techniques and magical tools, he should be close to Zhao Shixian and even treat him as his master.

If you contact him in this capacity, you will undoubtedly get twice the result with half the effort.

But he was overthrown by Tu Shanjun.

Using one lie as the basis for everything often requires countless lies to make up for the natural cracks.

It would seem too inexplicable if it were approached by an outsider.

As long as Li Qingfeng's logic is correct, he will doubt why there is a dream fairy.

The five spiritual roots are false spiritual roots.

An expert outside the world would never pay attention to someone with such talent.

In the end, he may just get closer to ghosts and ghosts, feeling that he has been deceived by ghosts.

Therefore, after thinking about it, Tu Shanjun planned to meet Li Qingfeng in his original form.

Li Qingfeng felt that the back figure looked familiar.

Suddenly the wind picked up and the clouds and mist drifted away.

The figure turned around.

Green face, red eyes, red hair disheveled.

It looks like a ferocious evil ghost.

Li Qingfeng was immediately startled and turned around to run away.

But he thought about what happened at noon, and at this time, he couldn't escape any more.

He was about to use his magic power, but he found that he seemed unable to mobilize it.

The inability to mobilize his magic power immediately made Li Qingfeng panic. He hurriedly groped for it in his arms, but found nothing.

The Zunhun Banner that was supposed to stay there quietly disappeared.

"The artifact is missing?"

Without the Soul Reverend Flag in hand, Li Qingfeng suddenly felt panicked.

After taking a dozen steps back, there was a cliff with no way to retreat.

The ferocious ghost was dressed in a black robe, and the light black mist lingered around it, making it difficult to see clearly.

The appearance of the evil spirit was quite clear.

If you look closely, you will see that it is not the main evil spirit that jumped out of the soul flag.

"It's you."

Li Qingfeng's heart was still in his throat, but he was much calmer than before.

At least he had recognized the true face of the ghost in his dream.

Tu Shanjun looked at Li Qingfeng.

A fair-skinned scholar with handsome appearance and heroic brows.

It looks dignified.

Li Qingfeng tensed up, his maroon pupils narrowed slightly, and his arms hidden under his sleeves could not suppress the trembling.

This is facing a fierce evil spirit.

Even though he knew it was the main soul in the Soul Flagner, Li Qingfeng was not sure.

All the calculations and estimates in the past have now become nothing.

The thin line between life and death hangs in the hands of evil spirits.

How can this situation not be scary?

Tu Shanjun walked up to Li Qingfeng and looked down condescendingly.

Li Qingfeng only felt that the fierce evil spirit in front of him was so tall. According to his visual inspection, it was seven feet tall.

It should be noted that his height is only five feet and six inches.

The sinister and vicious aura that hit his face made him feel very uncomfortable.

The tall evil ghost did not embarrass him, but made a gesture of raising his hands.

She looked at him like a martial arts instructor.

Li Qingfeng didn't know why he felt this way.

But looking directly into those scarlet eyes and all the linked actions showed that the evil spirit seemed to want to teach him something.

"No way."

Li Qingfeng forced a smile, but his stiff body did not move as expected.

The evil spirit seemed to understand this and patted him on the shoulder.

With this shot, all Li Qingfeng's tension disappeared in an instant.

The evil ghost gestured against the sky, the black mist condensed into words, and the meaning and boxing manual of Demon Ape Dingyiquan appeared in front of Li Qingfeng.

Li Qingfeng said word by word: "Demon Ape Determining Fist."

"It's really a boxing manual!"

Read it carefully, memorize it by heart, and remember the three moves.

The evil spirits actually corrected his movements one by one.

We won't stop until our actions are completely up to standard.

Even in a martial arts school where you pay money, there is no master who can teach people step by step like this.

Martial arts are like scriptures and should not be taught lightly.

It should be passed down from the inside but not from the outside; it should be passed down from son to daughter, not from daughter to daughter.

In fact, reading also involves interpreting the meaning of the classics. His family's classic meanings were learned at a great expense from a down-and-out scholar's family, whose ancestors once produced Jinshi.

But those are not as ridiculous as now.

It was actually an evil ghost passing down the fist and teaching him in his dream.

No one would believe it if I told you.

Before this, if someone told Li Qingfeng that he was taught martial arts by an evil spirit, he would think that the other person was probably suffering from hysteria.

Or it may provoke demons and ghosts, and they may enter dreams and take people's lives.

Who would have thought that I would have such a bizarre experience.

Seeing that Li Qingfeng had read the boxing manual well and was practicing the three movements well, Tu Shanjun also felt that time was almost up.

As he waved his hands, the clouds and mist swirled.

The blue sky turns into pure air during the day.

Li Qingfeng opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly opened his eyes.

He woke up.

"It's a dream."

Li Qingfeng was quite puzzled as to why he was dreaming, and it was such a ridiculous dream.

Could it be that I think about it day by day and dream about it at night?

But the dream was too real.

Putting on his boots, Li Qingfeng lit the oil lamp and quickly wrote down the boxing score.

Actually wrote it down.

After destroying the written boxing manual, Li Qingfeng recalled it in a daze.

The things in the dream are vivid in my mind.

The three-style boxing technique is unfamiliar, but it feels like I have practiced it many times.

Li Qingfeng suppressed the excitement in his heart and held up the soul-honoring flag.

The main soul of his own Zunhun Banner not only did not bite him back, but also taught him boxing skills. This is simply a kindest treasure.

When he faced the main soul evil spirit directly, he knew that he was no match. It was too oppressive.

But this also further confirmed his thoughts.

The main spirit evil ghost didn't want to bite him back.

Although the evil ghost possesses such high intelligence, he is surprised and even frightened when he thinks about it, but at least it proves that the main soul evil ghost will not harm him rashly.

Open the window and observe the sky. It's already halfway through the third watch.

In half an hour there will be a new alternation of yin and yang, so Li Qingfeng simply did not fall asleep again and started to use his exercises to refine his energy.

My daily routine is to study scriptures and refine my Qi.

The basic spell of the Spiritual Sensor Eye can be easily mastered, and it is the most basic spell.

The second technique of controlling flags requires at least the third level of Qi training, and now he can only use mana to perform simple sacrifices.

All in all, it is still necessary to improve the basic cultivation level.