Immortal, I Only Practice Forbidden Techniques

Chapter 122 Fire Cloud Grass Reappearance (Subscribe)

"Master, this is the Spirit Stones!"

The two kept talking until late at night, and Zhao Hong brought back three square light blue stones, which were as clear as glass and gave off a faint gleam.

Just by taking a look, Jiang Ming could feel the abundant Spiritual Qi contained in these Spirit Stones.

"Only the Spiritual Qi in these three Spirit Stones is equivalent to the Blood Spirit Art that I have been running for several months!"

Jiang Ming lamented in his heart, if he had the Spirit Stones, how could he have only reached the fourth level of Qi Refining after thirty years, and he has not yet reached perfection...

"However, don't rush to use these Spirit Stones. Wait until Qi Refining completes the fourth layer, leaving the impact bottleneck, maybe it will be of great use..." Jiang Ming thought, flipping the Spirit Stones into his arms.

Zhao Hong suddenly became nervous, wondering if the Master would keep his promise...

Jiang Ming looked at Zhao Hong and pondered in his heart: "I have disguised very well for decades, and Zhao Hong is only a third-level Qi Refining, so it is impossible to see through my layers of disguise. Although this person is a bit stupid, his nature It's not bad, but there's no need to add extra complications, just let nature take its course..."

"And the information I got from him is of great value to me... If that's the case, let's reward this kid."

Jiang Ming smiled and said, "I don't have a ready-made Cultivation Technique at hand... wait until tomorrow morning, come and get it earlier!"

"Yes, thank you Master!" Zhao Hong was overjoyed.

Jiang Ming asked some small questions about cultivating the Immortal World, and the master and apprentice were happy to part...

"In the blink of an eye, it has been sixty or seventy years since the Fire Cloud Grass appeared last time, and I am about to become a centenarian. I will leave this place and find a place to meditate when things are over tomorrow..."

"Oh yes, there is also the Cultivation Technique!" Jiang Ming suddenly remembered, and then he leaned over the desk and wrote the Martial Dao Cultivation Technique to Zhao Hongmo...

...

Early the next morning, a blue-gray cold fog filled the air.

Picking up Cultivation Technique, Jiang Ming picked up a large bowl of chicken soup and rice noodles on the street, and then walked into the Fuhu Martial Arts Hall through the back door.

"Ok?"

As soon as he came in, a smile appeared on Jiang Ming's face. It turned out that Zhao Hong was not the only one who couldn't wait.

Well, let's get everything done today...

He walked into the front yard of the martial arts hall calmly, and saw Zhao Hong walking back and forth anxiously, his hair was wet with dew, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting here.

Seeing Jiang Ming appear, Zhao Hong stepped forward to salute in surprise.

Jiang Ming smiled, without talking too much nonsense, and handed the prepared Cultivation Technique to Zhao Hong.

"Let's have a look first!" Seeing Zhao Hong put it in his pocket, Jiang Ming shook his head helplessly and smiled.

"I, I believe in Master..." Zhao Hong blushed, but he still took out the Cultivation Technique and opened it to look.

However, after only reading the first page, Zhao Hong raised his head in shock: "Master, this is..."

On the first page, it is impressively written that this crouching tiger boxing can be practiced all the way to the realm of Martial Dao master, and it even introduces how to follow up on the road of Great Master.

In other words, this is the ultimate Martial Dao formula that goes straight to the pinnacle of Martial Dao!

"Come on, I have other things to do today!"

Jiang Ming said casually, closed the Cultivation Technique, stuffed it into Zhao Hong's arms, and patted him on the shoulder.

Today's Crouching Tiger Fist has already been reborn in his hands, even in the Master Martial Dao Cultivation Technique, it can be regarded as the top row.

What happened today, I am afraid that there will be no relationship with this secular world in the future.

I learned the original Martial Dao Fist Technique from Lao Zhoutou in the small courtyard of Pingan Town, and passing it down today is a kind of inheritance...

boom!

Just as Jiang Ming stuffed the Cultivation Technique into Zhao Hong's arms, the door of a side room next to him was kicked open.

"Old stuff!"

Holding a thick sword, Wang Ji strode out with Killing intent on his face, and behind him, there were two slightly nervous people, both disciples of the Fuhu Martial Arts Hall.

Wow~

In the room on the other side, the front door, the backyard... There were several figures rushing out again. Jiang Ming took a quick look, including Wang Ji, there were five second-rate practitioners, all of whom were staring at Jiang with murderous intent. Ming.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you will kill yourself if you do too much unrighteousness..."

Jiang Ming watched this scene with great interest, remembering the raid on the Old Snake Gang and the looting of the first-class Martial Dao Cultivation Technique.

In the blink of an eye, this scene happened to me.

But the person who was killed today, still can't be me...

"Wang Ji, you came early today..." Jiang Ming said flatly.

Wang Ji stared at Jiang Ming with Killing intent on his face, and said ferociously: "Old man, stop pretending to be calm, today is the time for you to die."

Jiang Ming remained calm: "Back when you worshiped me as your teacher, you flattered behind me every day... In the blink of an eye, why don't you know how to respect your teacher?"

Wang Ji let out a "bah" and stared at Jiang Ming with hatred on his face: "Daddy has been doing dirty work for decades, but you still don't want to pass on the first-class Martial Dao method to me..."

"Why pass it on to this kid?" He pointed at Zhao Hong sharply, obviously he had already noticed the scene where Jiang Ming gave Zhao Hong the Cultivation Technique just now.

Jiang Ming smiled indifferently: "I just don't want to give it to you, so what?"

"That can only be your fault for seeking your own death!" Wang Jisen sneered: "What about a top-notch Practitioner, now your Blood Qi, I'm afraid it has decayed to the point of failure, a toothless tiger, let me see how you jump!" Tap..."

"Wang Ji, stop talking nonsense, grab the Cultivation Technique quickly!" A second-rate Practitioner next to him frowned and shouted.

"Okay, old man, you are ruthless, don't blame me for being ruthless today..." Wang Ji raised his big knife in his hand, and suddenly shouted: "Let's go together, chop them up!"

boom……

Five second-rate Practitioners burst into Blood Qi and rushed towards Jiang Ming.

Zhao Hong was startled, gritted his teeth and was about to rush forward, he also knew that his Master Blood Qi was exhausted, so he might not be able to withstand the siege of these people.

"Stay back!" Jiang Ming dragged him to the back speechlessly.

Huh~

One of the fastest Practitioners raised his fist and slammed to Jiang Ming's side.

Boom...

However, in just a moment, this person flew out at a faster speed than when he came.

"Ah..." The screams came out at this time, and there was no movement in an instant.

Taking a glance from the corner of Wang Ji's eyes, he saw that a bloody hole had exploded on the man's chest, and his life was lost.

"He can't punch a few times..."

Wang Ji was startled, but at this point, he could only grit his teeth and rush forward with the knife in hand.

bang bang bang!

A few muffled voices came out, and blood sprayed one after another, and in the blink of an eye, corpses fell on the ground in the courtyard of the martial arts hall.

Only Wang Ji was left with all limbs broken, lying on the ground powerlessly, looking at the approaching figure in horror:

"How...how do you still have such a strong Blood Qi?"

Jiang Ming looked indifferently: "A frog at the bottom of a well, how can you know how big the sky is...you can't imagine how powerful a first-class practitioner is."

puff~

He picked up Wang Ji's long knife, put his backhand in his chest, and nailed him to the ground.

Zhao Hong's mood fluctuated, and he looked in shock at this Master who killed several second-rate Practitioners in the blink of an eye. It seemed that he had only met him for the first time.

"Zhao Hong, this kind of method... is stronger or weaker than your immortal cultivator's spell?" Jiang Ming walked back and asked with a smile.

Only then did Zhao Hong come back to his senses, pondered for a moment, and said seriously: "If the distance is more than ten feet away, the immortal cultivators will surely win...but if they are within five feet, the immortal cultivators below the third level of Qi Refining will probably be killed by a first-class Practitioner." .”

"Of course, if the cultivator is caught by surprise, it will be difficult for the Practitioner to stop the attack..."

Jiang Ming nodded slightly. It seems that the current own cultivator Cultivation Base can only slightly surpass the first-class Practitioner.

Calculated in this way, an immortal cultivator has to cultivate to the ninth level of Qi Refining to be able to reach the level of the Great Master...

"It seems that this road of Martial Dao really cannot be let go. If you encounter a cultivator in the future, you may be able to make great achievements if you don't expect it."

Jiang Ming thought about it for a while, and looked at Zhao Hong: "From now on, as a teacher, I will go to pursue the road of immortality, and I will leave this Fuhu Martial Arts Hall to you. How to manage it depends on your good fortune... "

Zhao Hong's eyes were slightly red, and he bowed cupped fist: "Master, have a good journey!"

"A big man travels all over the world, why should he act like a child!"

Jiang Ming patted Zhao Hong on the shoulder. Although the original purpose was to plot against Zhao Hong, over the past few decades, this guy has a kind heart.

"Hehe, let's go, let's go..."

Jiang Ming's voice dissipated in the wind, and only Zhao Hong was left looking at the mess in the courtyard in a daze, and stroking the Cultivation Technique in his arms, before he sighed and started cleaning...

On the deserted dirt road, Jiang Ming was riding an old horse, swaying slowly.

"Those who practice martial arts ask immortals, and those who cultivate immortals come to learn martial arts... Interesting, interesting!"

Jiang Ming smiled and gradually disappeared at the end of the path...

...

Spring goes and autumn comes, time flies.

Year after year, infants and children grow into old people and turn into loess, and many stories of the past are also scattered with the wind like loess.

After seven or eight years, Jiang Ming finally used the rich Spiritual Qi in the three Spirit Stones to break through the bottleneck on the fourth floor of Qi Refining and step into the fifth floor of Qi Refining.

Another ten years later, Jiang Ming reached the peak of the fifth level of Qi Refining, but no matter what, he could not break through to the sixth level of Qi Refining...

"It seems that we can only wait for the medicine king to appear!"

On an inaccessible and steep solitary peak, Jiang Ming's mind moved, and a dark blue Flying Sword hovered and danced around him, flexible and elegant, like an arm commanding...

...

cloud country.

Dayun calendar seventy years.

Dayun City became more and more prosperous, surpassing the former old capital, and becoming the power center of Yun Kingdom.

No one mentions Yan Kingdom any more, even the six Grand Great Master families that were once incomparably brilliant, dust returns to ashes, and no one mentions it anymore.

However, the world changes and the dynasty changes, but some things exist forever.

Liu family.

Dayun Kingdom's new generation of Great Master family, the top power in the sky, even the royal family has to be courteous.

In Liu's courtyard.

Liu Huaji, the patriarch of the Liu family, stood with his hands behind his back, looked at a small scarlet grass in front of him, and said calmly, "How many plants have you found this month?"

Ask for a full order, ask for a monthly ticket...

(end of this chapter)