I am a fairy in the world of mortals

Chapter 35: Supernatural power, washing the body during the Double Ninth Festival (please read it later)

There are many ways in which supernatural powers differ from supernatural powers.

Not to mention the fundamental nature and power involved, magical powers are a condensed version of some of the most fundamental information about a person. Therefore, although there are people or forces that are constantly counting and collecting the number and types of magical powers in this world, there has never been a single one. With clear routines, one can be 100% sure on how to obtain certain magical powers.

At most, we can only use statistics to roughly define a range, and then bet on it.

After all, the same three magical powers that converge on different people may be completely different, or even polar opposites.

No matter how powerful this magical skill is, it only stops at the combination of magical powers.

The advantages of many powerful martial arts are reflected in their specific performance effects and the speed of practice.

Of course, the magical power of the middle three combinations is not the end of practice.

The longevity skill is combined with martial arts magical powers. On top of the middle three, there is also the major three.

Of course, the Great Triad is far from the end.

At this moment, in Li Lang's body, three kinds of supernatural powers blended with each other and glowed with each other.

Driven by the fusion of these three magical powers, Li Lang's energy began to condense in his chest.

At this time, Li Lang himself didn't even notice that every remaining clone in the sweatshop was also in the middle of the third union.

A trace of strange brilliance seeped out through the sweatshop.

Even if only one tenth or one percent is revealed, it is an unimaginable miracle when it is superimposed on Li Lang at this moment.

His first magical power was destined to be extraordinary.

In an instant, it seemed as if heaven and earth were interacting with Li Lang, as if invisible fingers touched the spiritual roots in heaven and earth. The fingers continued to rise, climbing through the nine heavens, and picked off the crown of the Immortal God Tree. A very sweet fruit.

The fruit shimmering with golden red light fell and fell into Li Lang's chest. The light suddenly shone brightly, as if a powerful flame enveloped Li Lang's whole body.

Mysterious and profound insights came to my mind like a gift from heaven.

All kinds of supernatural powers are immediately clear to the mind.

If supernatural powers can still be regarded as skills, then magical powers have already entered the Tao.

It is both an instinct and an extension of instinct.

"Body washing on the Double Ninth Festival! Is this my first magical power?" Li Lang kept feeling the wonderful taste, and he would never get tired of it even if he did it ten thousand times.

The Double Ninth Festival body wash is a completely passive magical power. It does not require Li Lang to actively use it, but is like a state that remains constant on Li Lang's body.

Every time there is a number of nine, something good will happen.

After nine breaths, Li Lang's yang energy will increase by a ray. Although it is very little, very little, very little, the cumulative effect is very considerable, which can make Li Lang gradually more energetic and able to withstand a long period of time. fierce battle.

After nine hours, some negative conditions on Li Lang's body will be cleared once, such as exhaustion, exhaustion, weakness, lack of energy, as well as a small amount of poisoning, which is not very toxic.

After nine days, Li Lang's physical body Yuanyang will be reset. No matter how violently it was consumed in the previous nine days, everything will return after nine days, and the veteran of hundreds of battles can return to a green young man in an instant.

From then on, some of the implicit rules in Wangxue Hall were in vain for Li Lang.

Of course, in order to take care of the Queen's face, some things should be done quietly without making any announcement.

Moreover, this special magical talent must never be made public.

When Li Lang sensed the secret, he knew that... he was destined to become Tang Monk's meat that countless witches and witches longed for most.

A beautiful young man who can continuously demand Yuan Yang, do you know how tempting this is to the female fairies?
For those who practice certain special skills, Li Lang is the best furnace.

Therefore, this must not be exposed.

After September, Li Lang's qualifications will be improved, but the specific effect is unknown. At this point in the explanation of the magical power, Li Lang has begun to feel fuzzy.

As for what will change in nine or ninety years, Li Lang only has some general directions and guesses, and is completely unable to determine.

The magical power itself has its limits, and its power comes from the host. With Li Lang's current strength, the 'Nine Numbers' before the Nine Heavens Double Ninth Festival are relatively clear and safe. It should be that after he becomes stronger and rises to a higher position, the subsequent secrets will be gradually revealed.

"Supernatural power! This is magical power!"

"They are really strong. Not to mention the good luck of the nine numbers, even using magical powers to cover the true energy or supernatural powers can greatly enhance their power."

"For example, with the Sleeve Sweeping Technique, I used to sweep my sleeves out, and it would only hit an area three feet away from my body, creating an effect like an iron broom. But now, with a sweep of my sleeves, I can crack rocks and cut off water from a few meters away."

"The martial arts moves have not changed, the energy movement techniques have not changed, what has changed is that the essence of the Qi I exerted has changed."

After his magical power was perfected, Li Lang did not immediately go to the Sutra Pavilion to choose new martial arts to practice, or to choose longevity skills.

Instead, he was in the courtyard, constantly familiar with the effects of magical power mixed with true energy and magical effects.

Ding Ding Ding!
The bell hanging on the banyan tree in the yard rang.

A section of three rings was rung nine times in a row.

This was a reminder to Li Lang that his ranking had moved up three places.

Li Lang is now ranked sixteenth in Wangxue Hall.

There is still a distance from the top three, but Li Lang is confident and rushes forward in a short time.

He is very interested in the Medicine King Buddha Gong.

However, even if you break into the top three, you will not be able to obtain the top longevity power of this sect immediately. Instead, you need to stay in the top three for more than half a year.

Therefore, except for Huiqing and Huiman who obtained the Medicine King Buddha Kungfu, no one else in Wangxue Hall was taught it.

The third place position has been changing all the time, and no one has ever maintained an advantage for more than half a year.

It's not so much that they bite each other tightly.

It would be better to say that the gap between the first and second place was so wide that the pursuers behind them were all in similar positions, pecking each other.

Boom boom boom!
The door of the small courtyard was knocked.

The voice interrupted Li Lang and made him stop testing his magical power.

"Who is it? What's the matter?" Li Lang shouted across the yard.

If there is nothing important, he will not open the door.

After entering Wangxue Hall, some of his classmates also came to Li Lang to communicate with each other.

However, Li Lang was not very interested in this.

It’s better to have less useless social interactions.

Rather than being conciliatory with those vulgar Wangxuetang disciples, Li Lang would rather communicate with Mingbi, Lu Qi and others.

"Junior Brother Huilang, Spurs are here to visit!" At the gate of the courtyard, a great monk of Hui generation who had been sent out of Wangxue Hall shouted.

Li Lang opened the door, clasped his hands to the monk, and said with a salute: "Then I'll trouble you, senior brother, to introduce him into our courtyard. Junior brother will thank you here."

The monk immediately returned the gift, and then said: "How dare you bear the words of thanks from Junior Brother Huilang? I will do it right away."

After saying that, he hurried away.

They are both members of the Hui generation, but there is a big difference in whether they still stay in Wangxue Hall.

If you are not a disciple of Wangxue Hall, you can say that you serve the disciples of Wangxue Hall.

They are called senior brothers, but they are almost the same as superiors and subordinates, or masters and servants.

There is such a gap, which is naturally deliberate in Qingyang Temple.

If there were no such differences in treatment, wouldn't every monk of the Hui generation who knew the truth about Qingyang Temple easily break the precepts and fall out of the order?
(End of this chapter)