When Zhan Changfeng saw that it was getting late, he went to the dock first.
When she entered the inn on the ship where Ling Weichu was temporarily staying, she saw him lying on the ground without any image, drawing talisman. She didn't say anything about this talisman-drawing gesture, she only said, "Senior, I'm here to give you acupuncture."
Ling Weichu got up from the ground, "Don't call me senior, you are my lord now."
These words are a bit sour. The sour thing is not that he sold himself to her, but that this guy is obviously very talented at drawing talismans, but he doesn't want to learn. Tsk tsk.
Zhan Changfeng smiled and said nothing.
Ling Weichu lay on the couch, still a little uneasy, "Is it acupuncture to remove the poison? Is this treatment effective?"
"This is a doctor's secret." The pseudo-doctor opened the needle pack and thanks to the blessing of those few days lurking in Baicao Courtyard, her technique of handling the silver needles looked very professional, and Ling Weichu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Then the pseudo-physician stung him unconscious, threw away the silver needle, and used the Soul Breathing Technique, causing seven animal-shaped black energy to fly above the human body.
"Swallow the thief, deter him."
The seven souls govern body functions and have different responsibilities.
Swallowing the thief soul can eliminate the evil spirits and thief winds, and eliminate foreign objects in the body. It is the best way to use it to remove the fire poison remaining in the body due to external fire.
This fire poison is indeed overbearing. Only once, Zhan Changfeng was unable to completely remove it and only weakened it by 20%.
But this also made Ling Weichu see great hope, and his words were not too explosive.
Ling Weichu woke up at night and found that his body was a little lighter. He couldn't help but look happy. He glanced at the silver needle corroded by fire poison and said, "The quality is too bad. If you have a chance, ask my old friend to give it to you." Forge a set of gold needles.”
Zhan Changfeng was leaning on the desk to record his insights on using the Soul Breathing Technique twice. Hearing this, he asked, "Is your old friend a weapon refiner?"
"She's still a top weapon refiner, but she's so dead, let me tell you." The old man with messy hair suddenly closed his mouth, the big bags under his eyes trembled, and he tugged on his beard. Seeing this man smiling with the holy light shining, "Oh, you don't want to take advantage of her."
Zhan Changfeng said nothing.
Ling Weichu's whole face became vivid, "She is more difficult to deal with than me. You can't impress her with your current conditions."
The old man said with enthusiasm, "Look, there are only three of you including me. We can do anything. Those two are just kids!"
As a result, he rolled his eyes, and the little boy was looking at him outside the door, one with a raised brow, the other cold and expressionless.
Ling Weichu smacked his lips, pretending that he hadn't said anything, and left holding the strokes.
Jiansu Lanhua raised his fingers and said, "Naughty!"
"Eat." Lin Han put the food box on the table. It turns out that after registering, Zhan Changfeng didn't go back to the inn after dark, so he expected to be here, so he came over to have a meal together.
After eating, Chuanluo had already stopped for the night and simply stayed on the boat.
The bright moon was in the sky, and the lights on the pier illuminated most of Lengjiang.
Zhan Changfeng took the fishing rod, sat cross-legged on the bow of the boat, swung it, and the hook and the fishing line were submerged into the water in the distance. There were many people like her, on the shore of the dock on the boat, steadily facing the broad Lengjiang.
The small meeting started before the big one. Lin Hanjiansu happened to catch up with the last day to sign up. Thinking about having to compete with others tomorrow, he couldn't sleep. He heard that there was a small secret place near Lengjiang where people could practice, so they went together. She was out fishing and informed in a low voice.
Zhan Changfeng nodded, with a warm smile that seemed to hold up all night.
Later, Ling Weichu came up to her without saying anything, and just sat next to her drinking and looking at the moon. His calm and weathered face finally took on the look of a master.
The fishing line moved, and Ling Weichu said, "Don't be anxious, take your time."
He waved his hand and stood up, "As we get older, drinking is not fun. Also, take the pile of talismans on the table to take up space."
"Okay." Zhan Changfeng stared at the tight fishing line. There was no movement. Gradually, the line loosened and there was no movement.
The water rippled slightly and moved to both sides. In the darkness, a huge cargo ship slowly approached, its outline illuminated by thousands of fishing lights.
After entering the harbor and anchoring, the sails were lowered and the people on top did their own thing in good order.
Zhan Changfeng put away the fishing rod without bait and returned to the cabin to practice.
The next day, the sky was slightly bright, and the Sichuan rose was already in full bloom.
The most eye-catching thing in the large square that Chuan Luo specially built for the Hai Hai Conference is the ten large arenas arranged in a circle.
Each arena has a round bottom and a diameter of 100 meters. There are stone pillars at the four corners holding up the sky. It is very majestic.
Surrounding the square is the viewing platform.
It was still two hours before the small meeting, but the viewing platform was already overcrowded, and the surrounding restaurants and teahouses with good views had already been booked.
What is missing in the monastic world?
strong
What do the various forces lack?
Strong!
Under certain circumstances, the Cultivation Conference is a platform for various forces to recruit potential talents. Some sects and casual cultivators will also wait and see here to recruit disciples.
Facing the square is Qingyuan Pavilion, a famous building in Chuanluo. The envoys from various forces pay attention to the situation on the arena in the elegant rooms of Qingyuan Pavilion.
When the time came, a sword-wielding man wearing dark clothes stepped onto each of the ten arenas. They were the guardians specially sent by the Hengsheng Sword Sect.
The skills of innate and acquired skills are usually not yet condensed, and they are not very sophisticated, let alone secret arts and magical powers. Through competition, you can't actually see their potential, so the small meeting will start with someone who is a level higher than them. Build your foundation to squeeze them and see how they react to the crisis.
Only by passing the challenge of the defender and defending for one round can you enter the next round of assessment.
As soon as these ten people came out, people's discussion suddenly became louder.
"Look, they are all the leaders of the new generation of Hengsheng Sword Sect."
"Oh, Yu Li Wang Ran Qing Feng Lan Zhi Zuo Ren Qi Wenquan, all of them are foundation building, especially the three people called the leaders, Chao Lei Shuran Xiao Ruo, they are all already in the great perfection of foundation building! And they are on the list. By!"
"This generation's lineup should not be underestimated. They are all swordsmen. Not to mention being at the same level, challenging them by leapfrogging is a trivial matter."
"In our Shanhai Realm, apart from Wansha Sword Pavilion, Hengsheng is the only one who can be considered a sword cultivator. The others can only use swords."
"Hahaha, these little monks are so lucky to meet Chao Lei, Shuran and Xiao Ruo, who are on the list now."
The restaurant was noisy. Zhan Changfeng sat by the window on the third floor and looked down, just in time to see ten arenas within the range of the soul seal.
When she first rescued Lin Han Jiansu, she was pleased with her sight. She saw that the birthday number noted for them on the list of sacrifices was two. They were both born in autumn and had the innate conditions to practice the Jackdaw Art. Moreover, they were in the position of breaking the army and sitting alone in Ziwu. The palace has the style of a Confucian general.
It was originally intended to introduce the Day Clan, who might be successful in the military, but after testing their cultivation aptitude, they still felt that they should go to the Shangzong to pursue higher Taoism. The temple here was still too small.
Zhan Changfeng drank all the spiritual wine in the cup, and the following competition had already begun.
In the first dozen or so arena games, the challengers were basically kicked clean by those sword cultivators one by one. As time went on, really strong young people started to show up.
Lin Hanjiansu stepped onto the ring almost at the same time. Lin Han was at the peak of Xiantian's ability and had once challenged Foundation Establishment. Her opponent was a sword cultivator named Qingfeng.
Qing Feng raised his eyes and unsheathed his sword, "To be fair, if you take my ten moves, you will be considered a winner."
Lin Han's cold eyes were calm. Duckweed Guai hadn't moved yet, but his stern force was already rising. Qing Feng raised his lips and said, "It seems there is no need to give in."
One night in the small secret realm, there may be danger everywhere, but her anger has not subsided, and the killing power that shakes people's hearts is actually the power of Qingfeng's sword that is faintly eroding.
Qing Feng did not dare to be careless, and his sword skills became more and more sophisticated.
Lan Zhi, who was on the other stage, smiled softly and said, "That's your sister. It seems that I don't have to hold back on you."
Jian Su became anxious and said, "No, sister, our situations are different. You can't generalize. I have no chance of winning if I face you first and build a foundation. We'd better discuss a few moves before you let me win."
""This child is really sincere, is he his own child, right?
While he was talking, Lin Han had already used duckweed to point Qing Feng's throat. The people in the audience calculated that he could win within ten moves. Although the possibility of Qing Feng letting go was not ruled out, it could be seen from the fight between the two that she With her impressive fighting prowess, she immediately paid more attention to this girl.
Lin Han looked into the distance and prepared to defend the enemy.
