Stop In The Deep Sea

In view of Dai Xingyue's internal injuries, Wang Xin still cleaned up the kitchen. This was his long-standing habit and he didn't like to leave the dishes and chopsticks until the next day.

After returning to the room, Wang Xin took the soul-nourishing jade talisman and looked at it carefully, and suddenly realized a problem.

Dai Xingyue said that this jade talisman can withstand a fatal attack.

But in the ruins at that time, the purple smoke in the jade talisman was suppressed by the golden power transformed by the bronze tiles. It was not until the nine-tailed star cat joined that victory was achieved.

Putting it this way, is Yuxi, who has been sealed by bronze tiles for thousands of years, more powerful than the spiritual master believed by the Miao people?

Thinking of this, Wang Xin's mind moved and entered the sea of ​​consciousness. He wanted to find Yu Xi to understand this issue face to face.

"Sister~"

"Yu Xi~"

"Smelly woman~"

But in the sea of ​​consciousness, Yuxi was nowhere to be seen.

No matter how he summoned it, the golden power of the bronze tiles was always in the Yang position of the Beidou Circumpolar Diagram without any movement.

Under the support of Beidou Circumpolar Diagram, his Qi and blood became more surging, and his meridians became as wide as rivers.

Judging from this momentum, in less than ten days, the newly improved cultivation level can be stabilized and solidified, and he can completely become a strong person in the flame realm.

The search was fruitless, so Wang Xin withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness and began daily practice. At night, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth floated in the moonlight, and the same was true in the deep sea, which was more suitable for meditation.

The first step of qigong does not require the cultivation of spiritual consciousness, but the "Great Heaven Sutra" seems to be different from conventional qigong methods, focusing more on the maintenance of spiritual power.

The book records many secret techniques that can be practiced by the qigong lineage, all of which require strong spiritual consciousness as the basis. Wang Xin has been studying and studying these skills for the past few days.

In fact, this is the case no matter which branch of ancient martial arts you practice.

When the world is at peace, you can go all the way and specialize in a certain martial arts, and there will be absolutely no problem, because your life safety will not be threatened.

But when the situation is turbulent, it is necessary to practice multiple martial arts.

For example, in the current deep-sea base, mimics are in high positions, and bullet-silver transplants will spring up like mushrooms after rain. Of course, Qigong who can only fight in close quarters will suffer.

With these powerful secret techniques, if the world changes in the future, his ability to protect himself will be much higher.

Just as he was practicing meditation, a loud noise came from outside the door.

Wang Xin opened the window and looked out. The view from the second floor was very broad.

This is a villa area. There are no tall buildings. You can see the street corners at a glance.

At this time, a group of people were making a noise in front of the villa next door.

He looked far into the distance and found that it was the scarred man during the day, leading his younger brother to make things difficult for an old man.

How can we ignore our neighbors when they are in trouble?

Besides, the scarred man was arrogant and domineering. Wang Xin had long disliked him, so he took this opportunity to teach him a lesson and destroy his arrogance.

Wang Xin came downstairs and was about to go out when he suddenly realized that if he had a head-on conflict with the scarred man, it might cause trouble for Xiao Yue who lives with him and Chai Hao who is about to be discharged from the hospital.

After thinking for a long time, he came up with a plan.

He returned to the second floor and knocked lightly on Dai Xingyue's door.

"Xiao Yue, are you asleep?"

Dai Xingyue opened the door and poked half of his head out of the room: "You haven't slept yet, what's the matter?"

Wang Xin suddenly asked: "Do you have stockings?"

Hearing this, Dai Xingyue looked at her with eyes that turned from calm to strange. A blush rose on his cheeks, and he frowned and asked:

"What do you want stockings for?"

"Don't ask about girls, I want to do big things." Wang Xin said with a wicked smile.

Dai Xingyue frowned, but still went back and took out two.

"One is enough."

Wang Xin took the stockings and left in a hurry, leaving Xiao Yue holding another pair of stockings, messy in the evening breeze.

Obviously, the little girl thought Wang Xin was educating the scarred man as if he had some special hobby.

The tall image built up after several days of contact collapsed in an instant, not even the dregs were left.

Wang Xin came to the room, put the stockings on his head, looked in the mirror, and was very satisfied.

At this time, his head was like a tea egg, and all his facial features were distorted by the stockings. Even if his biological mother came, she might not be able to recognize him.

He slowly opened the window, then jumped down, hiding his breath, quietly moved against the wall, and finally hid in the grass between the two villas.

From the conversation, we learned that the old man educated by the scarred man lived next door to them and seemed to be an old scholar at the scientific research institute.

"Young man, I received a call. I have an important meeting and I have to get to the scientific research institute within an hour. Why are you trying to stop me in every possible way?" The old man held up his mobile phone, as if he wanted the scarred man to believe that he was really in a hurry.

But the man with the scar had a mean look on his face and said with a smile: "Old man, aren't you making things difficult for me? I have already informed you door to door in the morning that starting from tonight, the curfew will be enforced in the base, but you insist on not listening. Doesn’t it make it difficult for me to do it in front of my brothers?”

curfew?

Wang Xin on the side was stunned when he heard this. When did the curfew begin in the base?

"You can't do this. Everyone is equal in the deep-sea base. What qualifications do you have to restrict my personal freedom?" the old man said anxiously.

"Then I'll show you what qualifications I have!"

After saying that, the scarred man immediately activated the mimicry, and saw a squirming movement at the back of his neck, and a spike emerged from his right arm.

Under the illumination of the street lamp, this spike reflected the cold light, and its sharpness was evident.

The boy next to him had a flattering look on his face and said flatteringly: "Old man, please ask, who in the Psychic Zone 2 dares to talk to me like Brother Scar."

When the old man saw this, he immediately did not dare to continue reasoning. He lowered his posture and prayed: "Brother Scar, please make it easier for me. You have a lot. Please let me go today. I will definitely do it another day..."

Before he finished speaking, Brother Scar interrupted: "You old man, you are so shameless. You are quarreling with me today."

After saying that, he slapped the old man on the face.

The old man was over sixty years old. He couldn't withstand this blow. He was immediately knocked to the ground and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"You...you, you have gone too far to bully others. You are doing evil here just because you have transplanted elastic mithril. I want to find the leader of your Mimicry Alliance and file a lawsuit against you!" The old man pointed at the scarred man. and several younger brothers, trembling with anger.

It would have been better if he didn't say this, but once he said it, it directly aroused the anger in the scarred man's heart.

He grabbed the old man's collar, lifted the old man up like a chicken, and roared angrily: "Old man, you succeeded in irritating me."

As he said that, he pointed the elastic mithril mimic spike at the old man and was about to stab him.

Soon enough, a stone shot out from the grass, directly changing the trajectory of the scarred man's silver spike and stabbing into the air beside him.

The stones and spikes collided, creating a spark.

"who?"

The scarred man looked in the direction where the pebbles were flying and fixed his gaze on the grass.

Wang Xin wore silk stockings on his head and was not afraid of being recognized, so he stopped hiding and jumped out of the grass.

"It's not good for so many of you to bully an old man."

Wang Xin deliberately changed his voice, and the scarred man did not associate him with the silly boy he had been during the day.