Cultivation of immortals begins with the appearance of ancestors

Chapter 26 Professionalism, Sincerity

The one that exuded a soft voice turned out to be a big pitch-black carp. In this deep water area, it was like an elf inside, and it was able to completely ignore the fierce undercurrent.

Bai Jiao opened his dragon eyes, his eyes were full of anger.

"Go, you go to the mortal world and bring back your father's dragon ball. If you can bring back the dragon ball, I will give you the blood of the dragon to help you transform into a dragon!"

The tail of the black carp swayed, and the calm voice inside responded softly:
"Father, how can my daughter find out the whereabouts of the dragon ball?"

It was said that the white dragon's head was raised high, but a frost-colored dragon scale flew down from above the head and landed on the black carp.

"Give me a piece of life scale for my father. As long as you get close to the dragon ball within a certain range, you will be able to sense the whereabouts of the dragon ball. If there is a discrepancy, this life scale can still die for you once!"

The dragon scale fell on the black carp in an instant, and a strong inspiration burst out from the black carp's body, and disappeared in the undercurrent in an instant.

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At the foot of Fengwei Mountain, Zhang Jian led a dozen or so Jianyong guards towards the county town, while on the other side of the official road, Zhang Kui led troops to guard the cottage, waiting for the second batch of reinforcements from the Zhang family to arrive. Try to transport the goods in the mountains.

Fengyang County City is several days away from Fengwei Mountain.

Zhang Jian was followed by a group of oil bottles, which slowed down the progress, but Zhang Jian was not in a hurry.

At this time, he put all his energy on the Fengxing technique, and with the help of the surplus Fengxing talisman in his hand, he felt the traces of the wind in the air time and time again. Gradually, the spiritual power under his feet seemed to penetrate the wind in the void, and his figure turned into a wisp of wind. Although the breeze was crooked at times, it made him feel a rhythm.

Zhang Jian knew very early on that the essence of wind is the result of the air being irradiated by sunlight, local air pressure changes, and air movement. That is to say, he only needs to try his best to perceive the rhythm of air pressure changes and simulate it many times to find a certain law. , it will definitely speed up one's comprehension of the wind travel technique.

For Zhang Jian, the legal system of cultivating immortals is also a discipline, but this discipline is more advanced than the road of imperial examinations and the road of internal training for warriors, it just needs to be obscure.

But as long as you are good at thinking, you will definitely be able to turn those illusory theories into substantive data, and then quickly increase your speed of practice.

Zhang Jian calls this specialization.

And similar to the few warlocks I met before, in Zhang Jian's opinion, they are not very professional.

Of course, it can also be said that this is the heart of sincerity, the heart of the most Tao, the way of saying it is just different.

At this time, Zhang Jian's eyes fluctuated a little, and he figured out the principle of thermal expansion and cold contraction, and the wind travel technique can properly reduce the impact of gravity on his body. After several attempts, his figure gradually began to leave the horse's back, and he began to be able to stabilize himself. Floating at a distance of four or five meters from the ground.

In a single thought, several Fengxing Talismans were attached to his legs and feet, and his figure galloped out like an arrow from the string, the speed was obviously much faster than before.

It is impossible to accurately reach an exact location.

"Success!"

In the bushes, Zhang Jian patted the stained leaves on his body, with a strong smile in his eyes.

This spiritual power is used properly, and sometimes the efficiency can be increased many times, and the lethality it can cause is completely different.

At this time, a group of Jianyong watched this scene, and they were even more astonished.

There have been rumors in the Zhang family for a long time that the eldest son of the Zhang family is "relegated to the earth", and this scene in front of him is even more certain.

A dozen or so men were very excited at this time, and they could be regarded as the subordinates of the "Banished Immortal" by working for such a Zhang family, and they were honored.

Zhang Jian didn't pay attention to a group of high-profile soldiers, and he was still adjusting his understanding of 'Fashion Technique'.

When Feng Xing Shu and Xing Lei Jue have practiced to a certain level, he can try the combination of wind and thunder, and the lethality that can be formed will be greatly improved at that time.

At this moment, Zhang Jian was awakened from a state of high concentration by the voice of Ai Ai.

"Mr. Da Lang, it's getting late, and the brothers are a little tired. Can we find a place to rest for the night and light a fire to cook!"

At this time, there was a veteran named Hu Shan. Zhang Jian remembered the name of this veteran, because among the five hundred soldiers sent by the Zhang family, this veteran was the oldest. He is a soldier, but he chose to return to his ancestral land when he was old.

It's just that there were no relatives in the family when they returned, and it happened that the Zhang family was recruiting a guard team, and even if they joined it, it could be regarded as supporting themselves.

Zhang Jian nodded, and immediately a group of people prepared to spend the night in a dilapidated earthen temple beside the col.

This is a collapsed mountain temple.

It was dilapidated, and the golden body of the mountain god was blurred by the wind and rain.

The head of the mountain god fell to the ground.

However, Jianyong knew the place name Zhang Jian, and this place was called Fengchao Mountain.

The veteran Hu Shan was extremely talkative, at this moment he was picking up firewood, and at the same time lit some dry grass to smoke away the mosquitoes, snakes and ants in the temple, he laughed. "Mr. Dalang, I heard people from the older generation mention that Phoenixes really appeared in Fengchao Mountain back then. People often heard the melodious singing of birds in Fengchao Mountain. The sound was very moving. During those years Scholars from all over the world often come here to observe, or sit in meditation!"

"The Temple of Fengchao Mountain is not like this at all. The incense was very strong at that time, and the people with the big beam couldn't hold it together. When I was a child, my mother brought me here to offer incense?"

Hu Shan's dark face had a look of memory, and his face was a little sad.

By the fire, everyone was far apart, and the heat wave was pressing.

Everyone just used the fire to drive away the beasts, but they didn't really use it to keep out the cold. On such a midsummer night, the pile of firewood was too hot.

At that moment, You Jianyong couldn't help asking.

"Old Hu, how did this mountain temple look like this now?"

Looking up at this time, the golden body of the mountain god fell to the ground, and the ground was covered with rubble, it was really infinitely desolate.

Hu Shan casually put down the firewood in his hand, shook his head and said.

"I don't know, I just heard that something strange happened here, and many people died. Afterwards, everyone was afraid to come. My mother didn't allow me to inquire about things here, saying that she was afraid of attracting bad people. things!!"

Hearing the words, the young soldier couldn't help muttering: "Where are there so many... strange things!"

After the words fell, he couldn't help but glanced at Zhang Jian's position. At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew, and he couldn't help tightening his clothes, but he felt a little afraid. Seeing this scene, many Jianyong laughed loudly. laugh.

Beside the bonfire, Zhang Jian was also a little laughing.

He glanced at the severed head of the mountain god behind him, and based on his spiritual perception, he didn't notice any inspiration in Jin's body.

After eating the dry food, everyone fell asleep one after another, leaving only a few old soldiers to watch the night.

Zhang Jian used meditation instead of falling asleep, but in the middle of the night, he suddenly opened his eyes.

'Zhi'!
In an instant, he suddenly heard an incomparably clear phoenix cry!
(End of this chapter)