In less than a breath or two, Zhao Yuren's golden palm arrived in front of Li Qingfeng.
Li Qingfeng's expression remained unchanged, he crossed his palms and pushed forward, actually taking the initiative to greet him.
Outsiders couldn't see it, but Zhao Yuren couldn't help but feel it. There was a strange color in his eyes. I really didn't know why the child in front of him dared to take the initiative to meet his palm.
Zhao Yuren has the three spiritual roots of gold, fire, and earth, and his main spiritual root is gold. He practices the Jinding Sect's long-standing spiritual skill "Jin Sha Casting the Cauldron". In this technique, the golden evil spirit is refined, and the golden evil spirit is used to cast a golden tripod in the Dantian. The day when the golden tripod is cast, it is the time when the practitioner builds the foundation. Because the monks who practice this technique use the spiritual power of Jinsha to build the cauldron every day, both their physical body and the foundation of their practice will be more stable than ordinary monks.
Zhao Yuren believes in respecting strength and practices step by step, never being greedy for too much. He is proficient in the "Golden Evil Casting Cauldron Technique". In addition, he has only practiced the "Loose Sand Sword Technique" and some basic spells. He is considered powerful even in the cabinet of the Sword Hall's Evil Pavilion. In addition, he is only in his early thirties this year and has already reached the late stage of Qi training, so the possibility of building a foundation in the future is very high. If this were not the case, he would not be favored by his senior brother Ling Ming and work for him.
Seeing that Li Qingfeng was not only not afraid of him, but even his expression did not change, Zhao Yuren couldn't help but sneer in his heart. Since you don't know what's good and what's good, don't blame me for being harsh.
The golden palm collided with the small light blue shield, but the tentacle was different from what Zhao Yuren imagined. The shield did not break, but was deeply dented. At the same time, Li Qingfeng's foot flew backwards following the force. Zhao Yuren's palm missed the target, so he took a few steps forward, but his palm was still soft and unable to hit anything, which made him extremely uncomfortable.
After a moment, the small light blue shield in front of Li Qingfeng shattered with a pinging sound, turning into countless tiny blue dots and disappearing. Li Qingfeng used the force to fly backwards. After a few breaths, he hit the wall of the house and fell to the ground.
"Qingfeng!"
Li Qingdong couldn't understand the explanation. When he saw him being knocked away by a palm, he screamed in fright. He threw himself on him and asked, "How are you? Are you okay? Where is the injury?"
His shout alerted everyone in the Li family compound. Li Qingdong reached out and put his hand on his shoulder, gave him a reassuring look, and said in a weak voice: "Don't worry, I'm fine. Just calm down."
He said this to Li Qingqing in the house, so that she could calm down and not run out. The action he just performed was naturally made. Zhao Yuren's golden palm was fast and powerful, and the golden evil spirit power contained in it was very powerful. However, his "Ruoshui Jue" was practiced as deep as water, and he was best at dealing with this kind of An attack similar to "Blunt Blow". Although Zhao Yuren's palm was powerful, most of its power had already been removed by him. The wooden wall behind him was also covered with a layer of straw, so it didn't hurt when he hit it. Naturally, he wasn't hurt at all.
Hearing Li Qingdong's cry, two little boys ran out first, followed by Li Qingning, while several other old ladies hid behind. Only Li Jinhua ran out, shouting. Li Qingfeng helped Li Qingdong stand up, let them gather around him, waved his hand to tell them that he was fine, and motioned for them to quiet down.
Zhao Yuren watched with cold eyes. As a person involved, he naturally knew that his palm did not land properly. It may be true to say that Li Qingfeng failed to catch it completely and fell out, but it must be false to say that he suffered any injuries. But now that Li Qingfeng has taken such a stance, he has no reason to take action again.
He spoke slowly: "Li Daoyou's handsome skills were underestimated before."
Although he knew that it was a coincidence that Li Qingfeng was able to block his palm, in any case, Li Qingfeng was able to take the palm of a monk in the late stage of his Qi training with only the third level of Qi training, even if he only used 30% of his strength. , also proved Li Qingfeng’s strength.
This made him believe even more that Li Qingfeng had a master. He has learned formations, has weird skills, is very skilled, and most of his belongings are "accidental gains". Such a person is actually an indigenous monk from a small mountain village? Thinking of this, Zhao Yuren would probably not believe it if you said that Li Qingfeng did not have a master behind him.
Not knowing what kind of person his master was, Zhao Yuren secretly made up his mind to report the matter to the sect.
"I don't dare. I'm lucky to accept Fellow Taoist Zhao's concession."
On this side, Li Qingfeng let Li Qingdong come forward and made a slight bow with his hands clasped in fists.
At this time, the other three people from the Jinding Sect had gathered around Zhao Yuren, and on the other side were the members of the Li family. Chu Hongyu saw that the atmosphere was about to freeze again, so she sent a message to Zhao Yuren: "Brother, why don't we just end this matter?"
Zhao Yuren knew what she meant. If they continued to fight, it would not be to teach them a lesson, but to really get things done. This was inconsistent with their original intention and also contradicted the teacher's mission.
Seeing his silence, Chu Hongyu already knew what he meant, so she said to Li Qingfeng: "Fellow Daoist Li, I think this matter will end here, how about that?"
"If this is the case, then of course it's the best." Li Qingfeng agreed, but stared directly at Zhao Yuren with his eyes, indicating that he would hand over the decision-making power to Zhao Yuren.
Seeing him like this, Chu Hongyu breathed a sigh of relief. She turned to look at Zhao Yuren and asked, "Senior brother, since fellow Taoist Li has learned his lesson, how about letting this matter be revealed?"
"Hmph, Fellow Daoist Li, I don't want to see something like this happen a second time."
Seeing Chu Hongyu give him a step, Zhao Yuren stopped tensing up, snorted and dispersed the technique, and the golden light in his hand immediately disappeared. On the other side, when Li Qingfeng saw this, he also removed his spiritual power, and everyone on both sides breathed a sigh of relief.
The two sides were silent for a moment, and Li Qingfeng was the first to break the silence.
"Fellow Daoist Zhao, Fairy Chu, if you follow what you just said, is this the art of opening up a spiritual field?"
"Exactly." Chu Hongyu breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on her face. She took out a jade slip from her storage bag and threw it to Li Qingfeng, saying: "This is the art of spiritual planting. Fellow Daoist Li has taken it. "
Li Qingfeng reached out and took it. There was no sinister intention in it. It seemed that Jinding Sect did have good intentions this time - at least on the surface. If it hadn't been for Zhang Zhikun's troubles, both parties would have been happy now.
But at least we don’t know each other now. Let’s see how it develops in the future.
"Fellow Daoist Li, if there is no problem, the four of us will leave first." Chu Hongyu saw Li Qingfeng taking the jade slip, and several people in the Li family looked bad, and did not want to stay any longer, so she said goodbye: "We are here Go back and report to the master, he will come back in about a month or so. If Fellow Daoist Li wants to buy some equipment and spiritual seeds, he can also prepare some spiritual stones, and we will bring them together then."
Li Qingfeng clasped his fists: "That's very good. I won't leave four more Taoist friends here. Let's go!"
After hearing this, Zhao Yuren took a deep look at him, nodded, and led the Jindingmen group onto the flying boat and rode away in the wind.
