After the black clouded leopard had eaten and drank enough, Chen Dengming declined Shabao's insistence on forcibly donating blood, and warned Shabao not to meddle, to cause less trouble, and to make peace when there is no enemy. Be eager to fight against injustice.
Then he left the enlightened Silly Leopard in the forest, promised to call him again one day, turned around and left.
Now that he has become a foundation builder, Chen Dengming feels a lot more relaxed when flying in the air with his sword light. His escape speed is faster and he consumes less spiritual energy.
Strengthening the control over spiritual energy means that casting spells to control spirits becomes more sophisticated.
This is a process that comes naturally after you increase your ability.
It's as if a person suddenly becomes a fish, possesses gills, and can breathe underwater naturally without any complicated understanding or thinking.
Now, Chen Dengming can understand why several foundation-building monks in the sect like to fly around in the sky and float in the air when talking to their disciples.
Probably because it consumes less spirit and is easier to fly, it makes flying very casual.
Secondly, in this way, you can regularly practice your flying skills and positioning in daily activities, so that the habit becomes natural, so that you can be more flexible and maneuverable during combat.
As for the last words he spoke to his disciples, they were all floating in the air. Chen Dengming once thought that it was probably because the foundation-building monks in the sect were pretending to be 13 in order to establish their authority.
Now he feels that he is still superficial and has absolutely no need.
"Whoosh!——"
Chen Dengming transformed into a sword and flew at extremely high speeds.
boom--
The air flow in the air was turbulent and torn apart by the fierce light of the sword.
Soon, Chen Dengming's flight speed was directly close to the subsonic speed of half the speed of sound, and in half a breath, he flew over eighty feet away.
However, after this speed continued for dozens of breaths, Chen Dengming had to slow down his flying speed.
As the speed increases, the resistance to the air becomes too strong.
Especially when he activates his sword energy body protection to resist the increasingly strong air flow, the resistance will continue to increase as the speed increases.
By the end, the air seemed to have turned into liquid water, so thick that it was suffocating.
And if the sword qi protection is weakened, or simply removed, the result is obvious. The resistance will not be reduced much, but the damage caused by the strong air flow to one's own body will become even greater.
Chen Dengming originally boasted that he had practiced the Vajra Indestructible Zen Kung Fu and also practiced the Demon Kung Fu. What kind of pressure should be put on his body?
But after just holding on for a while, he had to give up this self-abuse behavior.
Yes, my body resisted, but a lot of my hair was almost removed one by one by the strong airflow.
People were flying wildly in front, and their hair was flying wildly behind their heads, creating a family separation ceremony.
And when I wanted to open my eyes, my eyelids were trembling crazily, and my eyeballs seemed to have been sprayed with cooling oil, and they couldn't help but shed tears.
The speed of more than eighty feet at half breath, converted into speed per hour, is more than nine hundred and nearly one thousand kilometers, which is comparable to the speed of slower combat aircraft in previous lives.
At such an extreme speed, the air resistance is naturally very large, and a lot of spiritual energy is lost.
However, if it were changed to a speed of more than forty feet with half a breath, Chen Dengming felt that it was acceptable again.
After this attempt, he flew directly to the vicinity of Changlefang.
"Now my maximum flight speed is about twice as fast as before the breakthrough. I feel it can still be improved. It may be close to the speed of sound, but the spiritual energy consumed is too much."
"Currently, if we fly at a constant speed of about forty feet with half breath, and keep our spiritual energy within the safety range, we can travel thousands of miles a day, just like playing. This was difficult to do before. The mana is not enough, and the speed is Not that fast."
Chen Dengming maintained his direction and flew towards Changlefang, stroking down his hair that was almost flying into the sky while thinking with satisfaction.
He felt quite satisfied with this small trial.
Today's constant speed flight is almost close to the extreme speed flight of the past.
Moreover, the sustainable flight time is conservatively estimated to be increased by ten times.
Fast escape speed means strong ability to save life. In the world of immortality, the strongest ability is not who has the strongest attack power, but who has the strongest escape speed.
Thirty-six strategies, walking is the best strategy.
"Why?"
Chen Dengming stroked his hair down and suddenly looked strangely at the crowd gathered at the gate of Changshengfang in the distance.
There were actually some Changchun disciples there who seemed to be performing some mission.
A large number of casual cultivators gathered and lined up, but the scene did not seem too noisy.
Except for the chatter of some spectators around, the whole atmosphere seemed solemn and a bit strange.
Chen Dengming was surprised and flew over. After thinking for a while, he took out the reflective mirror as an ordinary mirror and looked at his face.
"Eye. It's difficult to paint bones and skin. My eyes are still easy to be seen by people who are familiar with them."
Chen Dengming's eyes changed a few more times, and he realized that it was indeed difficult to change a person's eyes.
He could only try to use the Bone Shrinking Technique, and the spiritual energy circulated, making the eyebrow peaks between the eyebrows rise a little, which can be regarded as slightly changing the distance between the eyes.
As a result, his appearance has undergone some subtle changes in his eyes, which has little impact on the overall appearance. Acquaintances will not feel anything unusual when they see it, but it is more completely different from the appearance of Gao Hu of Changlefang.
When he received a road guide at the border of the Changshou Sect's influence, he had already used the bone-shrinking technique to change his appearance once, transforming from Chen Dengming into a tall tiger.
When he joined the Changchun Sect more than two months ago, he also changed his appearance again. With a new direction, he transformed into Chen Ming with his new appearance and joined the Changchun Sect.
There are two layers of skin outside the skin.
Nowadays, not to mention the people over there where he used to gather, even the acquaintances of Changlefang recently, no one can even think of recognizing him as white-haired Chen Dengming.
"Whoosh——"
Chen Dengming controlled the escape light and flew over.
Several disciples of the Changchun Sect saw another fellow disciple flying in. They all took a few glances, but found that they did not recognize Chen Dengming, and thought he was sent by the sect to deliver some news.
When Chen Dengming approached, a Changchun sect disciple who seemed to be the leader of the ninth level of Qi training said in surprise, "This junior brother is very familiar. A newbie? Unknown? What's the matter here?"
Chen Dengming was also stunned.
As soon as he saw the crowd parting, he naturally walked in. A group of Changchun disciples also stopped what they were doing and looked at him. They thought these disciples knew him, the newly promoted sect's foundation builder, but they actually regarded him as their junior disciple. .
However, he had been in Changchun Sect for more than two months and had been practicing in seclusion for a long time. Although there was a lot of movement when he broke through the foundation building that day, not all the disciples saw it, and it was normal not to recognize him.
Immediately, Chen Dengming said with a polite smile, "This nephew, my name is Chen Ming, and I have just started to get started recently. I also want to see what you are doing here and understand the situation."
Who are you?
You just started to get started recently, why don’t you call us apprentice nephew?
This time it was the turn of the three Changchun disciples to be stunned.
Especially the leader frowned and looked at Chen Dengming's fellow robe.
Just as he was about to speak out to scold this new disciple who didn't understand the rules and was playing pranks, he suddenly choked on his words and his eyes suddenly widened with a bright light of astonishment.
"Chen, you said you are Chen, Chen Ming?"
"Chen Ming?"
“The newbie Chen”
The other two disciples were at a loss at first, and then quickly reacted, a little at a loss.
"Ouch! Look at my sharp eyesight." The leading disciple immediately slapped his cheek, which was so stiff that it was difficult to bend, and quickly forced out a smile.
"I said, Uncle Chen, I'm sorry. I was blind and didn't recognize it at first. You said that you came here in person, paid a private visit incognito, and wore a disciple's robe. You are representing the sect, and you are here to inspect our work. Woolen cloth?"
Only then did Chen Dengming realize that he was still wearing the robe of a disciple of the Changchun Sect.
He was used to wearing this robe, so he didn't take it seriously.
The benefits of being promoted to Foundation Establishment Monk, including the sect's top robe, have not been given to him yet.
At this time, the casual cultivators who were queuing up and gathering around also started to make a slight uproar.
Gazes full of awe fell on Chen Dengming from all directions.
The master uncle of a disciple of the Changchun sect, isn't he a foundation-building monk?
It was the first time for some casual cultivators who were standing close to be so close to the Foundation Establishment cultivators. They felt that their heels felt a little weak for a moment, and their bodies seemed to be unable to stand upright and were about to fall backwards. They did not dare to show it on their faces, and their facial muscles He was as stiff as a tendon and very nervous.
"Cough." Chen Denming coughed dryly and glanced at the casual cultivators who were making a slight noise around him.
The scene suddenly became silent.
A few nearby people were too weak to stand still, staggered a few steps, and stood up in a hurry, without even looking at Chen Dengming.
Chen Dengming felt a little uncomfortable for a moment being watched by so many people. He looked at the respectful disciples and said, "Ah, this nephew."
"Uncle, just call me Xiaojiang. What instructions do you have, uncle?"
"No, I just want to"
Chen Dengming paused, then straightened up his words and said, "I'm just asking about your work situation. How are you now? These people are"
"Oh, Uncle Master, it turned out that he was checking the work progress. Come on, Uncle Master, let's go and sit down over there. That's my own tea shop.
You drink a cup of spiritual tea, and while you are slowly sipping the tea, my nephew will give you a detailed report on the work situation. "
Chen Dengming looked at the Ling Tea Shop that the leading disciple was pointing at. It was Bu Lao Jiang's shop.
When he was in Changlefang, he would occasionally drink tea.
But Lao Jiang has a bad temper and speaks loudly. It turns out that someone in his family is a disciple of the Changchun Sect. No wonder.
He didn't want to go there, but when he saw Lao Jiang's familiar figure over there, smiling for the first time at the door, nodding and bowing, he couldn't help but feel a little interested.
"Is this your shop?"
"Of course, come, uncle, please, don't be polite, I will serve you some good spiritual tea."
Xiao Jiang greeted Chen Dengming diligently, then turned back to the two disciples and said, "Two junior brothers, you are responsible for the next recruitment registration."
The two junior brothers both forced a smile, mentally scolding the hypocritical Senior Brother Jiang.
Damn it, grandma, you went to flatter the newly promoted uncle, and you were sitting in your shop drinking tea.
The two of us are just tools. We can't get close to our uncle, and we don't even have a cup of tea.
Among the crowd watching the fun not far away.
Li Xue looked up at his father Li Rong, curled his lips and whispered, "Dad, is this newly promoted foundation-building monk so grand?
When my uncle came to Changlefang, he didn't do it in such a high-profile manner, having people wait on him in front of him. "
Li Rong's expression changed slightly, he covered Li Xue's mouth and hummed through sound transmission.
"You girl, you don't want to die? Are you the one who can criticize a Foundation-Building monk? Don't think that because your uncle is a Foundation-Building monk, you can criticize another Foundation-Building monk!"
Li Xue's eyes flashed, and although she was not convinced, she still snorted and said nothing.
Li Rong shook his head and thought to himself, you girl also has a good life. Not only will your uncle protect you, but your uncle Gao will also take care of you in the future if he is really serious.
"Hey? Fellow Daoist Li, do you think that Senior Chen is really a worshiper of the Wu family? How come I have never heard of such a powerful worshiper of the Wu family?"
At this time, the neighbor Xiao Ma asked in wonder.
Li Rong glanced sideways at Xiao Ma and hummed, "There are so many things you don't know. If you can easily figure out the details of this cultivating immortal family, how can they still mess around?"
Xiao Ma was unconvinced, "Hey - after all, I was once a member of a large clan of cultivators of immortality, but it has declined now. Oh, what a pity.
I couldn't help but think of that Taoist friend who was about to break through the foundation building, but now he has disappeared.
Nowadays, the world outside is in chaos. If Fellow Taoist Gao fails to break through the foundation building and leaves the scope of the Changchun Sect, it will probably be difficult for him to get along, right? "
Li Rong sneered, "Worry more about yourself!
The Changchun Sect's recruitment this time was quite gentle. They used disciple quotas and skills as rewards, which was much better than some other sects. It indeed inspired many people to voluntarily join the battlefield.
But you pony, you are still too young, so you must be careful. "
After saying that, he turned to look at Chen Dengming's figure who entered the Ling Tea Shop over there, his thoughts were ups and downs, and his mood was very complicated.
Although he didn't recognize Gao Taoyou's current appearance, he knew the name Chen Ming.
When he heard that the Changchun Sect had added a new foundation-building monk named Chen Ming a few days ago, Li Rong almost fell off the bed.
too fast!
Fellow Daoist Gao broke through the foundation so fast that it completely exceeded his expectations.
Now, although he felt sincerely happy and excited, and proud of Gao Taoist Fellow Gao's achievement, he also warned himself in his heart that Chen Ming was just a stranger now, and he should not treat him as Gao Hu anymore.
That kind-hearted and powerful fellow Taoist Gao is dead.
An hour later.
A ray of sword light swept out from Changlefang and disappeared in the eyes of everyone watching in awe.
As the foundation-building monk left, the atmosphere in the city suddenly became much more relaxed.
It is not that there are no foundation-building monks in Changlefang. For example, the Changchun sect will occasionally send a foundation-building monk to sit in Changlefang.
But basically they come and go in a low-key manner, and rarely have contact with the disciples and casual cultivators in the workshop.
Therefore, Chen Dengming, who walked directly into the crowd and was so friendly to the people, was the first of his kind. He was almost frightened to tears by the few casual cultivators who came close and had never seen the world.
During this trip to Changlefang, Chen Dengming originally wanted to see if there were suitable sword-making materials or finished high-end magical swords in the magic weapon shops in the city.
If there is a top-level magic weapon, it will naturally be better. Even if you don’t have money to buy it, you can still look at it to satisfy your eyes and gain insights.
His current main weapon is the Ice Spirit Sword.
But after all, this sword was made by the Ming family's master weapon refiner, and it has too much to do with Chen Dengming's identity.
It's okay for short-term use in the Changchun Sect, but if you plan to use it for a long time, it will be considered a flaw after all.
If you meet a Ming family monk in the future, you might be recognized.
Of course, he could also say that he killed someone to seize the treasure, or bought it from other places.
But no matter how many reasons there are, it would be better to just replace it.
Now that he has become a foundation-building monk, he is still able to use high-level magic weapons.
Many foundation-building monks use high-level magic weapons, which can maximize the power of high-level magic weapons.
But in fact, the most suitable magic weapon for foundation-building monks is the top-level magic weapon that surpasses the high-level magic weapon.
"Unfortunately, there are no top-level magic weapons in Changlefang.
However, it seems that there are some in the sect. But it needs to be exchanged with a lot of contributions from the sect, but I have no contribution at all. "
The long wind blew across his face, Chen Dengming was surrounded by sword light and flew quickly. He secretly sighed in his heart that he was still too poor.
He still has a lot of assets now, including more than fifty yuan of middle-grade spiritual stones.
There are still some magic weapons and stolen goods that have not been sold, and the total assets are about a hundred medium-grade spiritual stones.
But this small amount of money is a lot for a Qi-training monk, but it is only at the bottom of the pile for a Foundation-building monk.
A second-level top-level magic weapon is worth at least ten high-grade spiritual stones, which is thousands of mid-level spiritual stones. He can't even afford a fragment of a top-level magic weapon now.
You can take a look at the first-level top magic weapon.
"The most valuable thing I have now is probably a black clouded leopard that has been successfully PUAed. This famous monster beast with the eighth level of Qi training should be very valuable if sold to some disciples of the beast control sect, right?"
Chen Dengming thought unscrupulously and felt unreliable.
He can PUA Black Clouded Leopard, but others may not be able to do the same.
If a leopard is disobedient, it is a monster and worthless.
At this time, a green mountain was vaguely visible ahead. After crossing the green mountain, there was the sphere of influence of another immortal sect, the Wusheng Sect.
In this area of 10,000 miles, the longevity sect is the boss. All the surrounding immortal sects, even if they are not attached to the longevity sect, have to accept some dispatches from the longevity sect during the war. Even if they are unwilling to join the battlefield, they can still at least draw some of their strength. .
Chen Dengming flew here to check the situation at this time because he learned about some of the actions of the major sects in Fang City and wanted to observe the situation and surrounding security conditions.
It turns out that the disciples of the Changchun Sect were recruiting casual cultivators as strong men in Fang City and sent them to the battlefield in the northeast corner of the front line.
However, the Changchun Sect's actions were as gentle as ever. They used the status of a disciple of the sect and some special Taoist teachings as rewards to encourage casual cultivators to actively sign up to join the battlefield. One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer.
Therefore, the atmosphere in the market was solemn before, but the scene was not chaotic.
But other sects are said to not be so gentle.
The method often used was to capture strong men, requiring the casual cultivators who were protected within the sphere of influence to perform corvee service. After being captured, they were forcibly sent to the battlefield. They could return after performing meritorious services or when the time limit expired.
Chen Dengming walked around the edge of the green mountain, and then with a heavy face he found that there were many disciples of the Wusheng Sect patrolling and guarding there, seemingly to prevent any casual cultivators from disobeying the recruitment and escaping.
As his spiritual consciousness spread, he noticed that further away, he could vaguely see a spiritual boat floating in the air.
Some ant-like people and auras of light were squirming in the open area over there, feeling solemn, helpless, and nervous.
The situation is not good.
The frontline actually needs so many qi-training and casual cultivators to fill the battlefield. I'm afraid the situation is indeed very serious.
Perhaps the rumored invasion of monsters from the Western Regions really dispatched many monsters and put a lot of pressure on the front line.
So many qi-training casual cultivators were sent to the frontline battlefields, almost all of them as cannon fodder. How many of them would come back alive in the end?
Chen Dengming had only been watching for a while when a group of cruising monks from the Wusheng Sect quickly came over to scold him.
He frowned slightly and exuded spiritual power. After revealing his identity as the Changchun Sect, he immediately shocked the group of traveling monks into silence.
Then the group of monks politely clasped their fists in greeting and left in dejection. Then they looked at Chen Dengming from a distance and allowed him to observe openly.
Chen Dengming observed for a long time and put a lot of pressure on the wandering disciples of the Wusheng Sect.
But he just watched from a distance.
Seeing many fleeing casual cultivators being captured by groups of roving Wusheng disciples, I couldn't help but think of Zhu Xun and Jiang Qiang who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and then thought of Xu Wei who was still in the Luo family.
The location where the Luo family was located after relocating at that time was also on the border of the Eastern Region, and could even be said to be more borderland than Fengwufang.
Fengwufang is at least past Juelin City and is on the edge of the Eastern Territory.
Therefore, the situation of the Luo family is probably more dangerous.
But now, with the flames of war gone, although he has built a foundation and his strength and status are no longer what they used to be, it is still difficult for him to cross the war zone to find his old friend.
Just like now, seeing the groups of fleeing cultivators on the opposite side being captured, he had no intention of stopping them. Naturally, these people were not related to him.
But what if among these people there are Xu Wei, Zhu Xun, and Qiangzi?
Chen Dengming was silent. The small feelings of complacency and excitement after breaking through the foundation gradually disappeared and calmed down.
Building a foundation, building a foundation, is nothing more than building an immortal foundation.
The fight between immortals is so cruel.
This road, from foundation building, is just the beginning.
He turned around, the sword flashed, and the man was gone.
In the distance, the wandering monks of the Wusheng Sect who had been secretly and nervously guarded all relaxed.
He immediately wondered, what is this foundation-building monk from the Changchun Sect doing?
Could it be that the Changshou Sect was tasked with overseeing the task again, urging them to catch the young men from the Wu Sheng Sect?
It's really annoying. They are both disciples of the Immortal Sect, but they are from the Wu Sheng Sect, but they are at the lower end of the Changchun Sect.
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