The second major change in the world of high martial arts has not yet officially begun.
But the energy accumulated secretly is already surging everywhere in the world, pushing everything invisibly.
Like the dark clouds hovering in the sky, a blizzard is about to fall.
At this time, the world was still desolate, and it was so dry and cold that people couldn't lift their spirits.
Some keener master-level warriors seem to have noticed something, and either choose to go out for a walk in the mountains, or choose to retreat in famous mountains and blessed places to feel the changes in the world.
it is more than words.
Let the energy generated between heaven and earth circulate for a while...
In reality, Ke Xiaoliang’s dim sum shop.
"Ahhhhhh...I'm dead again!" Yang Zhenzhen looked up and fell on the table, holding a piece of almond cake in his mouth. There was no pain in his expression. A pair of almond eyes looked at Ke Xiaoliang flexibly and brightly. , eyes that looked like wearing contact lenses were shining as they looked at Ke Xiaoliang.
Perhaps for her, the ten-day cooldown period after death or withdrawal from the Huzhong Realm... is really great! It is probably not far from the mood of students during the holidays.
Calling like this now is just to gain attention and sympathy.
Most girls are like this. They are strong and independent when no one is around, but weak and weak when there are others.
Ke Xiaoliang made no secret of his desire to climb mountains and his appreciation of the majestic and majestic scenery.
At this moment, he turned a deaf ear to Yang Zhenzhen's call and focused on observing the mountain shape and terrain, looking for dragon veins, fixing auspicious points, and exploring Feng Shui.
Looking for the dragon and looking at the winding mountain, one level of entanglement is a level of barrier.
A blush quickly climbed onto Yang Zhenzhen's cheeks.
She turned over quickly, like a dried salted fish, and suddenly had the motivation to leap up the dragon's door again.
Then he lowered his head and hunched over his chest in an attempt to control his exposed domineering attitude.
It’s just that her domineering attitude is too great. No matter how loose the clothes she wears or how she hunches her back, she can still create a beautiful feeling of mountains and greenery, both far and near.
That cautious touch, on the contrary, squeezed out a trembling and strange danger, and the clothes that were caught in the deep mountains and canyons got stuck into a soul-stirring abyss.
Yang Zhenzhen subconsciously pulled it with her fingers.
The outer shirt has returned to its smoothness, but the domineering look is revealed again.
It is the dragon that rises into the clouds, the roar of the wind like a tiger, the talent is extraordinary, and the true hero cannot be concealed.
"This time, what you gained in the world of high martial arts is very extraordinary!" Ke Xiaoliang calmed his eyes slightly, and then asked Yang Zhenzhen as if nothing happened at all.
Since she took the initiative to bring up this topic, she must have something to say.
Sometimes complaining on the surface does not necessarily mean that you really want to complain, nor does it mean that you want to show off.
Yang Zhenzhen immediately forgot about the fact that Ke Xiaoliang's eyes were wrong, and excitedly recounted his experience in the world of high martial arts.
Hearing her speak so smoothly, it was obvious that she had said it more than once.
There's nothing to hide.
Yang Zhenzhen is not Ke Xiaoliang. If she wants to make some achievements in practice, she cannot do without the support and assistance of the sect.
Without golden fingers, it would be difficult for casual cultivators to get along.
Accounting for the harvest in the world of high martial arts may be just an extra collection for Cuiyun Mountain, which may not be useful. After all, Cuiyun Mountain is full of swordsmen, and there are very few people who are interested in practicing swordsmanship. few. Even if someone is interested, there may not be enough contributions to exchange. Even if he redeemed it, he still wouldn't be able to keep up with Yang Zhenzhen, who was personally taught by the ancient supernatural power and had given instructions from ear to ear... unless he was really extremely talented.
For Yang Zhenzhen, the sword skills and details of her experience in the world of high martial arts were enough to mark her a great contribution.
After listening to Yang Zhenzhen's story, Ke Xiaoliang nodded with a smile and said: "Don't be too lazy when you have merit. Use your merit to exchange for a better practice method. You don't have to follow Yin Feiyang's direction, you can also look for What you are good at. Since you are practicing swordsmanship as a supplement and practicing skills as your main focus, then practice those skills that are long-lasting and natural, and have a more peaceful nature."
Monks with magic power can learn the skills to cultivate magic power in addition to the skills to cultivate true qi. During the operation of the skills, the magic power can be given specific laws and characteristics.
At the same time, it also helps some monks who have been enlightened to produce mana, and wash away the mana characteristics left in their spiritual altars.
But Ke Xiaoliang doesn't need it.
His magic power is naturally derived from the huge amount of true energy that he has cultivated to a certain level, and the water overflows when it is full.
In addition, Ke Xiaoliang's Qi has no attributes and can be changed at will. The same goes for his magic power. Ke Xiaoliang can master any spell with any attribute and pattern at his fingertips, and it is extremely powerful.
Yang Zhenzhen listened to Ke Xiaoliang's words and nodded seriously.
At the same time, he looked at Ke Xiaoliang strangely, and then said directly: "How strange! How come what you said is exactly the same as what my mistress said? My mistress also told me the same way!"
Ke Xiaoliang reached out and rubbed Yang Zhenzhen's rather round face. The delicate, white skin and the texture full of collagen were very elastic.
Ke Xiaoliang squeezed it twice and became addicted.
Yang Zhenzhen struggled hard, but it was difficult to escape from the clutches. After facing the temptation of a plate of golden egg rolls, he gave up the struggle.
It's not that she has no principles, it's just that the plate of golden egg rolls is so tempting, tempting Yang Zhenzhen to eat them.
"Why are you always taught by your master's wife?" Ke Xiaoliang asked.
He didn't answer Yang Zhenzhen's questions at all.
Yang Zhenzhen is not a serious person. As long as a little while passes, she will completely forget all the questions she raised before.
Yang Zhenzhen's face was continuously rounded and squashed in Ke Xiaoliang's hands, and his mouth was naturally affected and squeezed into pouty lips.
Pouting her rose-red mouth, she said in a vague voice: "Master Goose is in retreat, he's already very good at wine!"
"Master's wife, Master Goose and Tiger want to practice a very powerful hair-dropping technique."
Ke Xiaoliang let go of Yang Zhenzhen's little face and asked her to talk properly.
"What kind of magic?" Ke Xiaoliang said that he would not be sleepy anymore.
Having just acquired magic power, he was particularly interested in magic.
Although I have cast some spells in my own courtyard that I couldn't use before, they are all just scratching the surface and I can't enjoy them to the fullest.
Yang Zhenzhen blinked and looked at Ke Xiaoliang cutely.
Ke Xiaoliang suddenly realized that asking Yang Zhenzhen this question was a waste of time.
This girl is so careless, how could she pay attention to this?
"Yes! Yes! I heard from my senior sister that you bought a blood talisman. Do you want me to give you a plot point and you come to the world of high martial arts? I will take you!" Yang Zhenzhen said excitedly to Ke Xiaoliang.
Ke Xiaoliang said: "Me? I'm not in a hurry. I'm doing well in the wasteland world. I've been studying the recipes handed down from the previous civilization in the wasteland world recently, and I'm planning to improve some wasteland-style cakes to serve as my snack shop. A staple of the season.”
Yang Zhenzhen couldn't control her saliva as soon as she heard it. She reached out and grabbed an innocent golden egg roll, put it in her mouth and started chewing it.
Fortunately she is a monk, otherwise her teeth would have rotted away if she ate sweets like this.
