"Ha~!"
The blade penetrated the bloody mouth, cut into the upper jaw of the strange toad, and then got stuck in the hard shell.
Su Qiulian did not wait for the opponent's reaction, and decisively turned over and retreated. At this time, the big toad's counterattack arrived a step late. With a loud "pop", it turned out to be an extremely thick purple flesh tongue, which disappeared the moment it hit the ground. The naked eye can only see the fleeting afterimage.
Su Qiulian landed, her body seemed to pause for a moment, and then her forward-leaning figure suddenly shot towards the big toad, her eyes fixed on the wound on the upper jaw that had just been opened by the black knife. That place was constantly squirming and healing.
Su Qiulian opened his eyes and said, "Stop it."
In the same position and angle, the black knife is in direct contact with the hard shell.
"Ka-ka..."
The upper half of the big toad's head was blown off.
Revealing a curled up fleshy tongue, ready to go.
"Humph, I'll let you heal."
The monster's terrifying healing power was unexpected by Su Qiulian. He thought it would be a protracted battle to determine the winner, but he was not stupid. He ran a few steps sideways to avoid the thick tongue that was blindly ejected. Su Qiulian He walked around behind the big toad and kicked a small toad on the way. Then he jumped up and slashed it down with thunderous force using the 'Tiger Descending Mountain' sword style of the Five Tigers Breaking Door Knife.
Pfft...
Having lost its strongest skull, the exposed interior of the giant toad is much 'softer'. This monster is like a pig at the slaughterhouse, evenly divided into two parts, with its body broken in the middle.
"Hehe, hehehe~"
Su Qiu Lian smiled broadly, grabbed a section of the toad's body and threw it far away, then turned and ran towards the black book suspended at the end of the thorn pile.
The book is as dark as ink, giving people a sense of mystery.
Although I don’t know what it is, but who cares, get it first.
Su Qiulian ran all the way, but in fact, he always maintained the due caution to prevent those spikes from being some kind of trigger-type wooden mechanism. Fortunately, these scary-looking spikes were really just decorations, and there was nothing wrong with them as expected. things happen.
Standing in front of the black book, Su Qiulian held his chin and thought for a moment, then slowly stretched out the black knife and lifted it from bottom to top a few times. The black book seemed to have lost some support and fell to the floor.
Su Qiulian blinked and opened the black book with the scabbard. It was also as black as ink and nothing could be seen.
"That's it?"
Su Qiulian was depressed. He looked back at the body of the big toad that was still squirming and trying to connect together. He cut a piece of cloth from his clothes with a knife and wrapped the black book.
However, just when he stood up and was about to leave, there was a sudden "bang" in his mind, as if some unspeakable existence was shouting at his ears, and Su Qiulian's heart trembled.
Just like when I was seven years old when I was hiding under a tree on a rainy day and was almost struck by lightning, the feeling was indescribable.
Not a wonderful experience anyway.
When he recovered, lines of strange and inexplicable words crawled into his heart like tadpoles and became permanent from then on.
"W-what?"
Su Qiulian felt anxious and at a loss, then suddenly realized, and his face soon became brighter.
"Ha, it's really a very powerful skill!"
Almost every shape of the tadpole-like words drawn in ink is almost the same. One word alone is not recognized, but when connected together, it makes people suddenly realize it. It is obvious that they do not recognize it, but they understand the meaning of the text. Su Qiulian knows that this black book What is recorded is a martial arts technique that is much more profound and subtle than the 'Xiangdi Kung Fu'.
But soon, Su Qiulian's brows wrinkled: "Mingyuan Kung, oh, by the way, General Wei and the man named Fan seemed to have said... that there is only one level? Hmm~~ after practicing it, it will become like this Planting ghosts?" The image of a four-armed ghost appeared in his mind.
"Oh, it's so ugly."
Su Qiulian shook his head and sneered. He didn't know how to practice this evil technique.
Suddenly, he stepped forward quickly, kicked away the big toads that were about to join together, then crushed and knocked away a few living little things along the way, and climbed up to the second floor with a calm expression.
Coming to the dilapidated wooden door again, Su Qiulian tried to push it.
Crunch~
The door opened.
Su Qiulian had a look of joy on his face, secretly thinking that the door was locked so tightly before, maybe the secret book of the second level's skills was still there.
He looked at it with a happy face, and then wanted to close the door with a depressed face.
"Haha, little friend, don't leave in a hurry."
The door was blocked, and the middle-aged man surnamed Fan looked at him with a smile on his face, "Did you follow us here?"
"Looking at the clothes you're wearing, you should be a disciple of the Heyang Clan." Wei Qian said expressionlessly.
Su Qiulian changed his face and put on the unique smile of a junior, "I have met General Wei, I have met senior, I am... indeed a disciple of the Heyang Gang, and... I did follow you two here. Please forgive me, junior. Discourteous."
"Ahem, it's not rude, that four-armed ghost is really powerful, and because of my appearance, you should run away." When the middle-aged man named Fan said this, he took out a black ink book from his arms. Books, "You must have gotten the first level of Ming Yuan Gong from below. This is the second level. Take it and take a look."
Su Qiulian immediately caught it in a hurry, and then a group of more tadpole words flooded into his mind again. The only difference from the first 'permanent' was that the ink words that poured into his mind this time were floating and flickering, flickering on and off. Like an oil lamp that may go out at any time.
He didn't know the difference between these mysterious words before and after, and he didn't even know why the senior named Fan gave him this seemingly powerful technique at will. He didn't hide it, and looked at the middle-aged man named Fan with a confused look on his face. people.
"Hahaha, don't be surprised. This skill is very weird. You didn't get it by killing ghosts. You will forget it after you go out. If there is a difference, just take a look." The middle-aged man surnamed Fan waved his hand generously.
Su Qiulian was stunned, "Kill a ghost? Will you forget it?" He remembered that the big toad downstairs was not dead yet, so he rushed downstairs without caring about being rude.
"Gone, the ghost is gone."
The middle-aged people surnamed Fan and Wei Qian walked down slowly, "The moment you push open the door on the second floor, the ghosts on the first floor disappear. But you don't have to worry. As far as I know, the Ming Yuan Gong is the best." You won’t forget it, right, General Wei, do you know why?”
Wei Qian nodded: "That's true. I don't know the specific reason, but it should be the same as our recruitment. If you want people to work hard, you have to offer some benefits. Little guy from the Heyang Gang, you can get in here, prove it. You have extraordinary talents. You can easily defeat ghosts and obtain the Ming Yuan Gong, which shows that your strength is not bad. But if it is a blessing or a curse to be here, I don’t know. There is no good thing in this world that is obtained for nothing. The more precious the thing, the more precious it is. , the higher the price. The level of Ming Yuan Gong far exceeds that of first-class martial arts. In the face of such magical skills, your Heyang Gang's martial arts 'Yang Yuan Gong'..." Wei Qian did not continue, but his meaning was self-explanatory. Metaphor.
Su Qiulian listened intently, and saw another black book thrown towards him.
"This is...the third level of Ming Yuan Gong?"
Wei Qian put down the book and stepped out of the Cangwu Pavilion with the middle-aged man named Fan.
Su Qiulian was stunned on the spot, waiting for all the ink-drawn tadpole words to appear in his mind before he quickly chased after him.
The more levels of enlightenment you have, the more you can understand the power of Ming Yuan Gong.
Following the two of them, Su Qiulian hesitated a little, thinking that the two of them were easy to talk to, so he expressed some of his doubts:
"General, senior, you said that this technique will be forgotten after it is released, so why not if I write all the text on my body?"
"No, no matter where it is recorded in any form of writing, including engraving, once you leave here, everything about the Ming Yuan Gong will disappear, as if... it does not exist in the world."
"I see, but I am extremely talented and have accidentally mastered the second level of Ming Yuan Gong. Will I still forget it after I get out?"
"Hahaha, I didn't expect you to be a shameless person, interesting, interesting."
"Ah, is that okay?"
"no."
"Has anyone tried it?"
"Give up, all methods have been tried. This place has existed for countless years. Although it changes every time, the number of people who have been here is like the number of crucian carp crossing the river. You think you are the only one who is smart, after hundreds of years, thousands of years, Even in ten thousand years... there will always be some truly peerless geniuses who will succeed in practicing the Ming Yuan Gong in a short period of time, which is not obtained by killing ghosts, but after they go out, they will still completely forget what they originally mastered. Pure. Except for the things obtained from killing ghosts, everything else will disappear."
"That's it, it's a pity."
"Sigh~ Senior, how do you think we can get out? There are many ghosts and monsters here, and it is unpredictable. It is clearly the Heyang Gang, but there is something wrong. It is in tatters. Could it be the Heyang Gang a hundred years later? I think Well, we are in the underworld. Hey, maybe we will meet King Yama."
"What are you talking about? You want to see King Yama so much?"
"I'm just curious, I don't know if it's true."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense, follow me and General Wei, you will be out soon."
"General, senior, one last question, are those who came to participate in the Heyang Gang's martial arts competition all coming here for this place? For the Ming Yuan Gong?"
"Not entirely. Not everyone knows about Ming Yuan Gong. Some people really just want to become your gang leader's disciple. Yang Yuan Gong is a first-class martial arts after all. Most people don't have the opportunity to touch this kind of skill."
"Thank you, General, for clearing up the confusion."
