In the cave, Li Qingfeng stood quietly, with his right hand raised in front of him, and an ice pick circled around his palm. It seemed to move with no rules.
The surrounding stone walls are neatly dotted with fluorite, illuminating the entire cave. Under the light of these fluorites, the ice pick in his hand takes on the shape of a translucent long tube. If you look closely, you can see that the ice pick seems to be constantly moving. Rotate only at a very high speed, so that it takes on the shape of a circular tube.
Ice picks were wrapped around his hands. Li Qingfeng's eyes were slightly closed, as if he was controlling something.
The ice cone seemed to be spinning faster and faster, and as it moved, it made a very low but strange buzzing sound.
With a "swish" sound, Li Qingfeng knocked out the ice pick in his hand. There was only a soft "pop" sound, and the ice pick sank into the stone wall not far in front of him.
With a squeeze of the magic formula, he flew to the air and stopped in front of the stone wall. There was a small hole in the stone wall, which was in the shape of a tube and had a circle of cracks around it. He stretched out his hand and touched inside. It was icy and full of cracks. There were also some broken ice and stone chips. As he pulled out his fingers, they fell out.
After closing his eyes and thinking for a moment, Li Qingfeng flew to the other side and landed, walking into a stone room.
Over the past four years, he has transformed this cave into a monk's cave bit by bit - it is on the innermost layer, where the giant python used to be. He has not touched the two outer layers. After all, he spends most of his time here, and to be honest, compared to the courtyard in the Li family's land, this kind of cave is more in line with his habits in his previous life.
After walking to a stone table and sitting down, Li Qingfeng casually pulled out a book from the stone shelf next to him, took out pen and ink, and wrote down his experience in practicing this time in the book.
Four years ago, he obtained a divine sword-control technique from the memory of the monk's remnant soul, which was indeed somewhat mysterious. When Li Qingfeng was studying this technique, he suddenly remembered the scene when Li Qingdong defeated Wen Xiuxiang, and wanted to try if he could use this technique in spells. If he could, he might have some success in the battle. Wonderful effect.
For ordinary monks, modifying spells is difficult and dangerous. However, in his previous life, Li Qingfeng was relatively poor and could not afford magic weapons. He spent most of his time dealing with various spells or spiritual arts. He was also a good player at playing with spiritual consciousness, so he was naturally bold as a skilled person. Even so, he still chose the "Ice Pick Technique" that he was familiar with. This way the success rate was relatively high, and if it failed, the backlash would not be too serious.
During the fight with the "Cold Crowned Anaconda" four years ago, Li Qingfeng's "Expanding Mysterious Jade Wall" was damaged due to excessive activation, but he understood some of the principles of its amplification spell. At the same time, he had " I also gained some new insights into the spell "Ice Cone Technique". In the past few months, he has tried to attach his spiritual consciousness to the improved "Ice Cone Technique". It was rough at first and the effect was very poor. However, with his many experiments and improvements, today, it has begun to show results.
The cave was quiet except for the rustling sound of Li Qingfeng writing. After about a cup of tea, Li Qingfeng stopped writing, blew on the page, and stood up.
"I don't know what's going on with the clan, it's probably nothing serious..."
Before the seclusion, Li Qingfeng gave everyone in the Li family a "message talisman". If anything happened, they could use this to notify him. This was the same form for the previous three years. Everyone in the Li family was already familiar with it, but these three They didn't bother him for months, making him feel very comfortable in isolation.
"It's almost time to go out..."
Li Qingfeng planned to go to Da'anfang City to sell the talismans he had drawn over the past six months - or he could ask Li Qingdong to run errands. Since the five major sects recruited various Dongyi sects to explore the secret realm in Lion's Mane Mountain at the beginning of last year, the prices of talismans, magic weapons, elixirs, etc. on the market have increased significantly, allowing Li Qingfeng to make a fortune. That is to say, he saved the talismans and waited for the price to rise. He had not sold out the talismans he had accumulated for more than half a year. This time, he would sell a batch first and exchange them for some elixirs.
Just as he was thinking about it, Li Qingfeng's eyebrows suddenly raised. The next moment, a spiritual light flew in from the door and stopped on his hand. His consciousness penetrated and Li Qingdong's voice came from it: "Qingfeng, the people from Jinding Sect are here. They say they are being recruited, please come back and have a look."
requisition?
Li Qingfeng frowned. They were recruited last year. They were there to transport supplies. What were they doing this time? I just hope I don’t go into battle to kill the enemy.
As a low-level monk, it is actually a very tragic thing to participate in such a huge war. It is better to form a loose team like Chaoyinshan, which has a certain degree of autonomy. But if it is organized into a rigorous battle formation, then life and death really depend on the thoughts of the big shot. In the eyes of the big shots, their lives are not lives at all. As long as they can achieve their goals, the people who die below are just a number. Li Qingfeng was organized into such a battle formation in his previous life, and died of exhaustion just a few seconds away. Although he later He survived and gained a lot of opportunities because of it, but he never wanted to experience that feeling again.
Without any time to think, Li Qingfeng packed up the things in the cave, left the cave, and headed towards the Li family land.
After four years, the Li family land has changed greatly. The entire family land has become larger and stronger. The outer walls are all made of earth and stone, and the inner houses are mostly made of long wood and bricks. There is a large defensive formation with wood attributes on the outermost layer of the clan territory. However, this formation is usually closed. It will only be opened when the early warning formation on the periphery of the clan territory is triggered.
When Li Qingfeng came back, he saw a flying shuttle parked outside his family's land from a distance. The style was different from that of the Jindingmen. It was more slender. In addition, the shuttle was not engraved with the golden tripod that was the symbol of the Jindingmen. But a long sword carved with dragons.
He frowned, this is the symbol of Xuantian Sword Sect, why are they here too?
Entering his family's land from the rear, a teenage girl immediately came up to him, grabbed his arm, and said in a clear voice: "Third brother, someone from the Jinding Sect is here, and there is another one in a white robe. Now, In the living room, Brother Qingdong and Sister Xiuxiang are waiting for us, please go over quickly."
"Yes." Li Qingfeng nodded and ordered as he walked: "Go and call Qingzhu and Yuming out, and go to the meeting hall with them to wait. I guess nothing good will happen this time."
"Okay." The girl responded, spreading her legs and running towards the southeast direction of the people's residence.
This girl is Li Qingqing. Although she was a little girl four years ago, she is already twelve years old this year. She has started to grow taller and is now almost at Li Qingfeng's shoulders. In addition, her cultivation has progressed smoothly in the past four years, and she has reached the fifth level of Qi training last year. Apart from Li Qingfeng, she is the one who has made the fastest progress in cultivation among all the people in the Li family.
