Gou Cultivates Immortals at the Chaotic World of Demons and Martial Arts

Chapter 23 Mingqing Pavilion (for collection)
Green Bamboo Mountain.

Fang Xi's figure appeared in the cellar, looking around vigilantly.

He was relieved to find that the amulet on the wall was still intact, but the aura had become extremely weak.

"I can come back, it seems that I can easily get out of that dangerous place."

As for trying to take people across?

There is no such thought in Fang Xi's mind now!
His golden fingers are extremely important, even if all Black Rock City is dead, he will never compromise on this point.

This time, in the name of searching for supplies, he ran to an unoccupied corner and crossed.

At this time, Fang Xi's expression gradually became serious, and she took out a small jade bottle from her bosom.

Inside the bottle is the blood of the demon-stained!

"The demons in the Great Liang world... are not the same as the demon cultivators in the world of cultivating immortals. At least, I haven't sensed the slightest bit of demon energy, but judging by the performance, it's quite weird..."

Fang Xi thought for a while, took out a jade plate, poured the jade bottle, and let a drop of dark black blood roll on it.

when!
The blood drops fell on the jade plate, and immediately made a pearl-like sound, as if it had been solidified.

Fang Xi had no expression on his face, and directed at the jade plate, injecting a trace of energy and blood.

A large number of blood vessel-like lines instantly appeared on the surface of the jade plate, winding around the blood beads.

Chi Chi!

Tiny white smoke emerged, and at the moment those blood threads touched the beads, they turned into nothingness and were evaporated!
Seeing this scene, Fang Xi's expression remained unchanged, but the input power was replaced by real power.

Buzz!

In the jade plate, the bloodshot light flourished in an instant!
Silky strands, entwined towards the blood beads.

The blood bead was half-wrapped and began to melt, but at the next moment, an astonishing scene happened—from the inside of the blood bead, incomplete black tadpole symbols began to seep out one by one.

When encountering these symbols, the blood line transformed by true power immediately made a sound of being overwhelmed, and was slowly corroded.

Looking at this scene, Fang Xi's expression was serious.

"Let's not talk about the power of qi and blood, even if it is the real power of a warrior, will it still be eroded when it encounters a much diluted lower-level mantra?"

After using the method of a cultivator to test, Fang Xi immediately understood Mu Canglong's state.

The martial arts master said before that he could use a lot of real strength to resist, but now it seems that his death is not far away!
"The power of the spell...the power of the devil...is it beyond the power of Qi and Blood Martial Arts?"

Fang Xi thought for a while, and performed the exercises again.

But this time, what he is operating is the 'Changchun Jue'!
The cool mana penetrated into the jade plate and turned into blue silk threads, piercing the blood beads continuously.

This time!
Even if the dark and incomplete tadpole text reappeared, it was easily pierced by the blue silk thread.

Then, that drop of blood slowly melted, and suddenly dissipated into a wisp of green smoke...

"The magic power of a cultivator can restrain the magic power?"

Fang Xi's eyes lit up.

That's good news.

At least, for immortal cultivators, demons may not be immortal.

"Mu Canglong is about to die, and I don't know if the Qingling Pill in my hand will work or not?"

While thinking, Fang Xi walked out of the cabin.

On the door, there was a sticky note.

He picked it up and took a look, feeling a little excited: "It's Chen Ping..."

Before, he asked the other party to introduce some circles, but now it seems that he has finally gained something!
……

After half a day.

Qingzhushanfang City.

Chen Ping and Fang Xi came to a tall teahouse one after the other.

Chen Ping had a slightly smug look on his face: "Fang Daoyou, please rest assured, Shen Daoyou and Fairy Yunmeng are both kind people and have never put on airs."

Fang Xi smiled wryly: "I'm not worried about this, but..."

He looked up at the plaque.

The tea house is called 'Mingqing Pavilion' and is famous for selling spirit tea.

Fang Xi didn't even have the idea of ​​coming to such a high-consumption place.

However, he still came here with a cheeky face, after all, there is no harm in making some comrades.

Of course, this was also because Chen Ping said that the meeting place was within Fangshi. If he dared to say that the meeting place was outside Qingzhu Mountain, Fang Xi would turn around and leave without saying a word, and then cut off relations with him.

"Oh, don't worry, Fairy Yunmeng has already paid for the box fee this time."

Chen Ping saw what Fang Xi was worried about, and comforted her.

"I see, so what are you waiting for?"

Fang Xi immediately pulled Chen Ping into the Mingqing Pavilion.

In the attic, the decoration is simple and elegant, and there is a rooftop on which a luthier is playing strings with bare hands.

From the incense burners around, the incense of Ning Shen curled up.

Even though there are some guests, the conversation is extremely quiet, which is a very elegant place.

Chen Ping also seemed a little nervous, he recognized his way, and walked into a box.

In the private room, two monks, a man and a woman, were already sitting on the futon, both of whom were at the mid-stage of Qi refining.

One of the male cultivators was born as rich as jade, handsome and dissipated, wearing a blue fur fox fur and a jade crown on his head, with an extraordinary demeanor.

Another female cultivator, about fifteen or sixteen years old, was wearing a pink dress, her skin could be broken by blows, her eyebrows and eyes were as gentle as water, and her temperament was like a dream and mist.

"Let me introduce to you, this is Shen Haoran, Fellow Daoist Shen, and this is Fairy Yunmeng..."

Chen Ping introduced the three of them: "This is Fang Xifang, a good brother who lives next door to me."

"I saw you two."

Fang Xi was a little surprised. She originally thought that Chen Ping's connections were those from the early stage of Qi refining, but she didn't expect to have such resources.

"I've met fellow Daoist Fang."

Shen Haoran drank the spiritual tea by himself, and greeted casually, looking very careless.

On the contrary, Fairy Yunmeng got up and bowed gracefully, appearing to be very courteous and family-educated.

But Fang Xi could tell that the more polite he was, the more distant he seemed.

"Today we are blessed. Not only can we taste this 'Yunwu Lingcha', but we can also listen to the performance of 'Fengqin Master'."

Chen Ping sat down with Fang Xi, and then said with a smile, "I would also like to thank Fairy Yunmeng."

"Master Fengqin is willing to come here, which is beyond my little girl's expectation..."

Fairy Yunmeng pursed her lips and smiled.

Fang Xi did not participate in the conversation of the three of them, but concentrated on drinking tea and eating cakes.

He is very clear about his position, just a foil and background.

Fairy Yunmeng and Shen Haoran were obviously not low-level casual cultivators. The reason why they liked Chen Ping might be because of his talent in making talismans.

In comparison, it's better to be a little transparent honestly when I have nothing to do.

For example, this spiritual tea is not bad, a sip will refresh your mind and body.

There are also spiritual food cakes, eating a bite not only leaves a fragrance on the teeth and cheeks, but also improves the cultivation base.

Fang Xi even felt that if he could enjoy these spiritual things every day, he might be able to cultivate to the peak of the third level of Qi refining within a month.

"Master Fengqin is coming! There is also a distinguished guest."

At this moment, a sound transmission talisman flew outside.

Shen Haoran took it, and his face was filled with joy, and at the same time he looked at Fang Xi.

Fang Xi scanned the surroundings, and found that the box was empty for four people, but slightly crowded for five people.

As Xiaoxiu with the lowest cultivation level and the weakest background, he still had to wink a bit, and got up immediately: "Everyone, I think I have something important to do at home, so I will take my leave first."

"But Master Fengqin is about to take the stage, and her piano sound is rare..." Fairy Yunmeng said regretfully, but she didn't intend to keep guests.

Fang Xi saluted and walked out of the box.

Indistinctly, Shen Haoran's voice to Chen Ping came: "Chen Daoyou, you will also be a talisman master in the future, so you should have status... Let me tell you, the honored guest who is coming is a late-stage Qi refiner." The great master of..."

"Oh? Then I have to ask Brother Shen to introduce you." Chen Ping's surprised voice sounded at the same time.

……

When Fang Xi walked out of the 'Mingqing Pavilion', he could vaguely hear the sound of a piano coming from the attic.

On the high platform, there seemed to be a beautiful figure.

It's a pity that all these romantic and elegant things have nothing to do with him.

'You don't have enough strength, don't enter too high a circle...'

He quickly adjusted his mentality and returned to his shed.

boom!
A palm wind flew out and landed fiercely on the door and window.

White Cloud Palm!
Although I couldn't hear Fairy Feng playing the piano this time, I managed to snag spirit tea and snacks.

It's a good time to practice!

Fang Xi also only had the red snake legs to break through to the realm of the martial arts master, and the white cloud palm was still a little short.

Crackling!

He stretched out both palms, slapped them in a row, and then condensed the nine big handprints.

In an instant, Fang Xi's palms turned gray and black.

Strangely, the gray is fading, while the black is expanding wildly.

"call!"

Fang Xi let out a long breath, and the white air shot out a few feet away.

He looked at his hands and confirmed that his palms had completely entered the black cloud realm, that is, the realm of a true warrior!

The real power of Baiyun Palm mainly strengthens the hands, and the improvement of other parts of the body is far less than last time.

"Break through simply..."

"Hey... If only my talent in the immortal way was the same as that in the martial way of energy and blood."

This body's inferior spiritual root aptitude has always been a pain in Fang Xi's heart.

The next moment, feeling the change in the true power of Baiyun's palm, his expression gradually became dignified.

Looking inside himself with spiritual consciousness, he can find that when the energy and blood of his whole body are running, there are already a few more vortexes, mainly located in the legs and palms.

What's even more shocking is that these qi and blood vortexes feel like they are pulling each other, causing some disorder in the circulation of qi and blood.

"Is this... the drag that Lu Snake said?"

"However... I have already broken through the red snake legs, and my blood and energy have already been mixed. There is no way to practice one more."

Fang Xi looked at her palm.

The white cloud palm can be released and retracted, after receiving the true strength, his palms are as white as jade, as delicate as the hands of a lady of the world.

No one can imagine that the power contained in these two palms can already be compared with some monsters.

"There is indeed a conflict between the true power of the White Cloud Palm and the Red Snake Leg, and it must be resolved..."

"There is still a realm after that..."

The physical training equivalent to the early stage of Qi refining is nothing, what Fang Xi likes is the progress and hope in the future!
"Fortunately... I heard that Yuan Heshan and his party didn't run away..."

(End of this chapter)