"It is certain that there is a miniature station inside Luo Rulie's body."

"With their support, Luo Rulie has the strong combat power he just had."

"Now...are you pretending to be dead?"

Huang Shang sat cross-legged in front of the formation, using his fairy sword as a pen to continuously strengthen the formation.

In the battle just now, the Fire Spirit Divine Sword was to destroy the sea of ​​blood, while the Water Spirit Divine Sword was to verify the guess.

Is there any foreign object in Luo Rulie's body?

The answer is yes!

Huang Shang has not found out the specific blood spirit bead, but he is 90% sure that it is a miniature station.

Skylark's matrix station is a miniature station.

As small as a mustard seed, it also becomes the world.

The biggest advantage of this type of station is that it is concealed. It can be hidden beside the target or even inside the body without being noticed.

In order to avoid being discovered by the will of the world, the station itself cannot move, but the target can move with it. It is equivalent to a seed. It cannot be spread by itself, but it can be spread all over the earth by good-hearted people.

Well, this seed is naturally...

Dandelion seeds.

The shortcoming of the miniature station is naturally that it is difficult to absorb energy.

It is an energy reserve type station, that is to say, it needs to absorb energy first, and then sneak into the target after it is full. Otherwise, it will not be able to absorb energy anytime and anywhere, otherwise it will be discovered immediately.

There is a big force behind Skylark who dares to resist the main temple. There is a large amount of energy stored in the matrix station, which is asleep most of the time. And how much energy can be left in the miniature station in Luo Rulie's body to break through the formation and then

Break out of another group of reincarnators?

So the other party is pretending to be dead.

In the hope that Luo Rulie's threat would be effective, the Shushan disciples and reincarnators did not dare to take the risk of spreading the blood sea and kill him.

It's not a complete fluke, Luo Rulie is indeed in trouble.

Huang Shang thought carefully while sketching the formation pattern, but there was no sure way.

The Tiandao photos are the most stunning the first time, but the second time the effect is not as good as before.

In addition, Luo Rulie and the reincarnator in his body must be on guard. If this move is used immediately, it may have the opposite effect.

As for Hua Ying, this little thing is lying on her shoulder blowing bubbles. From the fact that she has not been able to transform into a human form, you can see the previous damage.

Although the energy is extracted and transformed from the poisonous person's body, the damage suffered cannot be recovered in a short time.

"The key is that my 'Tao Xing' is not enough!"

He looked at himself and sighed softly.

This is the biggest problem.

The three major systems of cultivation in Shushan are "immortal skills", "qi refining" and "spiritual nourishment". "Immortal skills" are used for fighting. Huang Shang is the strongest in this, no need to question, but "qi refining" and "spiritual nourishment" are weak.

Cultivation "qi refining" is different from the ancient martial arts practice of internal strength. It is not a complete water grinding skill, but also has adaptability to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

In the past, the vitality of heaven and earth was inactive, so I tried every means to absorb more. In this world, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is too active, and it is difficult to control a suitable degree.

Huang Shang was even more like this after looking at the way of heaven. If he was not careful, he would be overwhelmed by Qi and at a loss.

As for "nurturing the spirit", it is not only about strengthening the soul, but also about communicating with the "spirits" between heaven and earth.

After communicating with the "spirit", there is room for buffering. When the boundless spiritual energy surges over, you can transfer the unused part to the spirit and let him help you bear the pressure.

Tool god, perfect.

In view of this, Huang Shang also set up a cultivation sequence that was completely opposite to that of ordinary monks: Immortal Arts → Mental Refining → Qi Refining.

After clarifying the training plan and strengthening the formation to the current limit, Luo Rulie's strong voice was completely drowned out. Huang Shang stood up, but a jade gourd suddenly appeared in front of him. When he looked sideways, it was Zhou Xijing.

Glittering eyes: "Take one?"

Huang Shang was startled.

So direct?

The "parents" are still around...

"what you do?"

Sure enough, a gust of wind blew, and the sword master with a face as cold as ice appeared and glared at Zhou Xi fiercely, much like the old mother who saw her son being dragged to the Internet cafe by his classmates.

"I mean well. He injured his root essence in the previous battle. This Nine Heavens Immortal Brew can recover it!"

Zhou Xi shrugged, opened the stopper, and for a moment, a refreshing aroma of wine filled the air.

Many Shushan disciples were refreshed when they smelled it, and some people's throats couldn't help but tremble.

It's not that he is greedy for wine, but that he has an instinctive desire for the rich spiritual power within him.

"Nine Heavens Immortal Brew? Although the name is exaggerated, it is still an immortal brew. Why are you so attentive all of a sudden?"

Huang Shang raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

Immortal products, even the smell, have extraordinary effects.

The most famous one is the ginseng fruit, which costs three thousand three thousand and three thousand. If a mortal can get the fruit and smell it, he can live three hundred and sixty years.

Don't be surprised, this smell is equivalent to concentrated fairy air, similar to the low-star Fountain of Life, it is a concentrated essence.

There is no doubt that the Nine Heavens Immortal Brew, which is full of spiritual charm, is also a good thing.

The Sword Master also knows his stuff. During the battle at the Thunderbolt Hall, the five reincarnators also proved their position. The doubts in their hearts also faded a lot, but they still remained vigilant and refused coldly: "We accept this junior sister's kindness.

, but I, a Shushan disciple, will never accept favor from others..."

"Grrrrrrrr!"

"Wow! Good wine!"

"Little-Master-Brother--!"

Not to mention the angry roar of the sword master, Huang Shang took the jade gourd and tasted the immortal wine for the first time. It was indeed a heartfelt praise.

On Earth, he would drink, but not like it.

Because at that time, wine was no longer wine, but a kind of entertainment, which was full of coercion and helplessness.

Today's wine is very pure.

When will the bright moon come, ask the sky for wine, you can enjoy the intoxication of forgetting your sorrows, or you can simply like the taste of wine.

Joy! Joy!

Of course, good wine is good wine, and the person who delivers the wine is not simple. Huang Shang looked at Zhou Xi, not quite understanding what this person wanted.

Those who reincarnate are all unprofitable and can’t afford to stay early. This fairy wine is a good thing. Just to please yourself? Impossible!

Zhou Xi watched Huang Shang drinking happily, his throat moved, and he couldn't help but take out a wine gourd, and took a big sip, and then said gracefully: "I have admired the reputation of Shushan for a long time, and today I saw it, it is well-deserved.

I would like to discuss this with you."

After that, without waiting for Huang Shang's consent, he straightened his body and reached ten feet away. He held the wine bottle in one hand and put the other hand in front of him, bowing slightly: "Hello everyone, I am Zhou Xi who has been out of the mountain for two and a half years. I like boxing.

Wine and food, let’s demonstrate a set of Drunken Eight Immortals and music!”

This way of self-introduction was so novel that the Shushan disciples' eyes lit up, the Samsaras' eyes froze, and the soldier had already put a huge speaker on his shoulder, which played the female version of "Not a Hero":

We are willing to meet each other in this world, and I am lucky to have seven or eight close friends. Invite me to the altar, and my eyes will be filled with thousands of smoke clouds.

I drank my horse to the north of the Yangtze River. I am as ruthless to the west wind and yellow sand as I am. I use my sword to cut down peach blossoms.

…

Accompanied by the unrestrained and heroic music, Zhou Xi moved his fists, legs and claws, shaking the air, turning upside down, and leading the way.

Seeing this scene, Huang Shang thought of his friend Nan Ding from Tianlong World. The Mongolian uncle practiced Jackie Chan's Drunken Master and also carried a Walkman.

However, Nan Ding's drunken fist was like a bear rolling on the ground, more than rough and a little less agile, while Zhou Xi's drunken Eight Immortals were extremely agile, with the shadow of the Eight Immortals faintly behind him.

When she was drunk, she punched him.

The discussion begins!

Huang Shang remained motionless, his sword vibrated, and he faced his fist.

The moment the fist and sword came into contact, Zhou Xi turned slightly to one side and adjusted the angle slightly. His fist missed the edge of the sword. At the same time, he flicked his five fingers lightly, like rain hitting a pipa, and bounced on the sword one after another.

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!

There were dozens of crisp sounds, sparks burst out, and the fairy sword was bounced away.

If it were held in the hand, it would inevitably trigger a chain reaction and affect all the soldiers. However, Huang Shang's sword turned and the sword rotated accordingly, piercing it at a more tricky angle.

As a result, the rays of light danced, finely broken Qionghua blossoms flew in all directions, swords and fists continued to clash, and the brilliance shimmered, quickly covering up the figures of the two people.

Of course, this is indeed a competition. Huang Shang does not have the power to activate the formation, and Zhou Xi does not use any external force. It is a simple contest between sword control and drunken fist.

It's just that the power of the two people is unambiguous. Sometimes the void is rumbling, sometimes the light is shining, and sometimes there is surging spiritual energy, like colorful fireworks, performing a brilliant brilliance.

"It seems..."

When the sword master saw it, he admired it and looked surprised.

"Oh? She's helping me refine my sword?"

Huang Shang also saw that Zhou Xi was not only sparring, but also helping him refine this fairy sword.
To be continued...