After finishing the meal, Lin Feng moved a chair and sat in front of the rosewood desk, taking notes while recalling Professor Bu Ying's knife-throwing martial arts. The habit of writing notes began when he first went to the Long Yuan Martial Arts School to practice martial arts. Whenever he gained insights after a martial arts teacher's lecture or during his own training, Lin Feng would take notes in time. This habit has always been retained.
Diligence can make up for weakness. Lin Feng considers his talent to be average, so he never takes shortcuts.
"Lift up from the ground, kick your feet and turn your hips, wave your arms and hands..."
While Lin Feng was writing one stroke after another, he suddenly felt a slight cool feeling in his stomach, slowly flowing to his whole body.
"Did you develop internal skills?" Lin Feng couldn't believe it. Why was it different from what the martial arts masters said? Moreover, I remember that Long Yuan Martial Arts School did not teach internal skills.
"Flying knives are even more impossible. This is just a martial art. It is impossible to practice internal strength."
Lin Feng didn't have time to think more. He felt the warm and thick earth-yellow air slowly gathering in the meridians all over his body. It flowed along the meridians to the Dantian and gathered in the Dantian. After a stick of incense, the coolness in the abdomen gradually disappeared, and the meridians throughout the body no longer produced khaki airflow.
As soon as he made fists with both hands, Lin Feng felt the strength fill his body, his eyes flashed, and his brain became empty.
With a sound of "Boom -", a lunge and punch made a roar. Lin Feng looked at his hands in disbelief.
"How is it possible? I have only heard a roar from one person. It was Bu Ying throwing a flying knife, exerting force, and the moment his whole body exploded, the flying knife in his hand shot out with a roar."
Lin Feng had no experience, but he could tell that Bu Ying was considered a top master, because he had seen first-class masters, and there was a big gap in skill between him and Bu Ying. Handling is like climbing a mountain, one step at a time! Bu Ying is from another level. I will never forget seeing him take action.
"Strong as a collapsed bow, powerful as Mount Tai!" Lin Feng had a flash of inspiration and recalled what Bu Ying had said in his mind.
Taking out a throwing knife, Lin Feng closed his eyes and tried to recall the key points of the throwing knife martial arts, feeling that it flashed through his brain very clearly. He raised his hand and waved, and with the sound of explosions in the air, the flying knife sank into the wooden wall, only just a little bit before it completely submerged into the blade.
"What the hell!" Lin Feng stared blankly at the flying knife, lost in thought.
How could Lin Feng not have thought that Ye Ling'er put the remaining spirit-opening pills in the lunch box by mistake, and Lin Feng, who had the Five Elements pseudo-spiritual roots, accidentally ate them and developed earthen spiritual roots.
The Five Elements Pseudo Spiritual Root refers to the spiritual root with all the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, earth. It sounds very powerful. In fact, in the world of cultivating immortals, the Five Elements Spiritual Root is the least qualified spiritual root. It is only slightly better than ordinary people and can barely become a cultivator. However, the cultivation speed is the slowest, so it is called pseudo spiritual root.
However, cultivating immortals is something that goes against the will of heaven, and qualifications are only one of them. Cultivation resources, family background, cultivation techniques, the cultivation level of the master who taught you, cultivation understanding, diligence, etc. are all important.
Everything has advantages and disadvantages, and the five elements spiritual roots also have advantages. The five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth are mutually reinforcing and restraining each other. The five elements pseudo-spiritual roots are not easily restrained because they have all five elements.
For example, cultivators with wood spiritual roots are easily restrained by cultivators with golden spiritual roots. Immortal cultivators with fire spiritual roots at the same level will have a headache when encountering immortal cultivators with water spiritual roots, simply because their attributes are too single.
Without the opportunity of this small half of the Spirit-Opening Pill, even though Lin Feng possesses spiritual roots, it is hard to say whether he would have the chance to obtain the Spirit-Opening Pill in the future.
Early the next morning, Lin Feng walked out of his room, found an ax from the yard, took twelve throwing knives with him, and prepared to go into the mountains to chop down a wooden target for himself to practice throwing knives on. You can't always practice against the wall at home. If the wooden wall is damaged, it will be quite troublesome to repair.
After leaving the east entrance of the village, we walked straight along a trail to Wufeng Mountain in the Cangshan Mountains, where there are many pineapple trees, jujube trees, and locust trees. The wood is hard and suitable for making targets.
After walking for more than an hour, we came to a mountain pear forest. When Lin Feng needed wood in the past, he often came here to cut wood and he was familiar with the road.
After walking around for a while, Lin Feng selected a waist-thick pineapple tree, estimated to be several decades old. He picked up the ax and chopped it down with all his strength. After a burst of output, the pineapple tree slowly fell downhill, and Lin Feng pulled it. Keep your distance to avoid being crushed by tree trunks.
When I came to the fallen pear tree, I was about to cut off a section when I suddenly heard a shout from the distance: "Feng Mozi, how dare you come to Tianji Sect to rob our disciples of their foundation-building pills? You must be very courageous." !”
Lin Feng was shocked and hurriedly hid in the nearby grass and held his breath. Since the last time I cultivated the strange earthy yellow gas, my five senses have become extremely sensitive.
Crawling slowly in the grass, we came to a slope with a wide view. Looking around, in the canyon in the distance, a graceful woman wearing a white dress with long hair reaching her waist, holding a long sword, was fighting with a scarred middle-aged man wearing a gray-brown cannon.
The scar-faced middle-aged man was holding a machete. He had multiple sword wounds all over his body and was bleeding profusely. He was in a miserable state. The most serious thing was that a sword penetrated the right chest. Although it was affixed with a black talisman, every time the scar-faced middle-aged man swung the sword, blood would burst out of the wound, causing him to grit his teeth in pain.
"Fairy White Feather, don't bully others too much. I'll fight with you!" As he said that, he took out a piece of vermilion talisman paper from the gray bag around his waist, bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the talisman paper, which was strangely touched. The talisman paper is sucked in.
"Demon transformation talisman?" Fairy Baiyu said with a change of expression when she saw that the talisman the scar-faced middle-aged man took out was strange and abnormal.
"It's a waste of the demon-transforming talisman that I worked so hard to refine. I'm going to cut you into pieces!" After saying that, the scar-faced middle-aged man put the talisman on his chest. A burst of red light flashed, and the talisman seemed to have something. Like life, he opened the chest of the scar-faced middle-aged man and got in.
"Ahhhh..." There was a painful roar, the scarred middle-aged man showed a ferocious look on his face, and his whole body's aura surged.
"The peak of the ninth level of Qi training, this demon-transforming talisman has actually raised your realm by a big level!" Fairy Bai Yu herself has only entered the ninth level of Qi training not long ago, and is far from reaching the peak of the ninth level of Qi training. She does not dare to be careless. He hurriedly took out a piece of white gauze from the pink storage bag at his waist, and turned into a white light to protect himself.
"There are so many things you don't know, so you should die!" The scar-faced middle-aged man's figure skyrocketed, and his movements were strange. He waved his scimitar with both hands, and a bloody blade shot towards Fairy White Feather.
Fairy Baiyu didn't dare to be careless. She touched the ground with both feet and flew away, hoping to distance herself. The scar-faced middle-aged man followed him like a shadow, wielding swords one after another, completely ignoring the blood that kept pouring out of the wounds.
Fairy Bai Yu was forced to use her sword to block the sword light. Every time she was shocked, her arms were numb, her physical energy continued to decline, and she was panting.
Lin Feng was dumbfounded. Such a magical spell could not be a martial skill. Could it be a legendary immortal cultivator? I used to listen to blind Chen Tiezui's story telling in the market place, and I heard that the immortal cultivators were flying around, performing magic spells, and hurting people from a distance. Today, I was lucky enough to see him.
However, the situation of being called White Feather Fairy was very bad, and she quickly fell into a disadvantage. The scar-faced middle-aged man has strange spells and a ferocious face. He should be a demonic monk.
Lin Feng thought for a moment and decided to help. It was a pity that such a beautiful immortal cultivator as Bai Yu Fairy was killed by a demonic cultivator.
Thinking of this, Lin Feng quietly walked over. The two sides were fighting with all their strength to fight for a chance of survival, completely unaware of the outsiders sneaking in.
"Pfft..." The scar-faced demon Xiu Feng Mozi turned pale for a moment and spat out a mouthful of blood. His breath suddenly became weak and his movements gradually slowed down.
Fairy Bai Yu became energetic for a while, knowing that Feng Mozi was injured in the chest by her uncle's flying sword. She was secretly grateful. If her uncle hadn't taken action and she had rashly chased after him, she would have been killed by Feng Mozi.
Although Feng Mozi is only at the eighth level of Qi training and he is at the ninth level, which is a small difference, the methods of the demonic monks are mostly weird and extraordinary, and their strength cannot be speculated based on common sense.
Fairy Baiyu admitted that she was careless this time, and that she should be cautious in everything from now on, and gain wisdom every time she suffers. The road to immortality is dangerous and difficult. If you are not careful, you will fall. Years of hard work will turn into an illusion.
After a stick of incense, Feng Mozi was already kneeling on the ground in embarrassment, unable to resist, and begged for mercy in a hoarse voice: "Fairy Baiyu, I was wrong. I will return the Foundation Establishment Pill to you right now. I just hope you can spare me a moment." Life!"
"You are a demon who has killed countless people. I want to kill the demons." Fairy Baiyu was unmoved, pointing her long sword at Feng Mozi and scolded her.
