When I opened the first page, a strong sense of vicissitudes came to my face, and Mao Jiamin frowned: "Can these nine levels of dark power be from Li's period? Why is it so old?"

The dark power is divided into nine levels. Each level of damage is doubled. After seeing the cultivation method of the first level of dark power, Mao Jiamin suddenly had the urge to throw it away.

It's been a century, and you still have to practice horse stance. This secret is fake. Although Mao Jiamin kept complaining in his heart, he still honestly retreated from the Stone of Reincarnation and returned to himself.

The first thing I did after opening my eyes was to carefully read the first level of practice to ensure that nothing was left behind.

The Eighteen Dark Power is the unique secret book of Qimen, and the Nine Levels of Dark Power is the incomplete part of my Qimen branch. It is just a incomplete one? What is the stone of reincarnation?

If you want to practice the Eighteen Dark Power, you must be a disciple of our sect. Mao Jiamin frowned slightly: "It seems that we can only practice the incomplete Nine-level Dark Power for the time being. I don't know what Qimen is from. Have you never heard of it again?"

According to the requirements of the secret book, Mao Jiamin calmed down and began to stance hard. Hey! Not to mention that this stance is really not easy to stance. In just ten minutes, Mao Jiamin was so tired.

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The air in the morning was very fresh. Mao Jiamin opened the window and the fragrance of flowers that came to his face made him feel energetic. Zuoran liked flowers very much, so he raised various potted plants in the yard.

The sun gradually rises, and a new day begins, which means that Mao Jiamin still has the last day of cultivation. Tomorrow is a dispute over the inner courtyard. For Zhao Yue's illness, he has to enter the inner courtyard to exchange for spiritual medicine.

The man named Wang Yue seemed to have something to say to me. Every time he felt his eyes on me, Mao Jiamin carefully recalled the situation in the stands recently.

But then again, Wang Yue is very strong, but every time he uses the simplest move to solve his opponent in a short time, and everyone's first impression of him is a vase, and they only know that he will win the shouts of many girls as soon as he goes on the court. Mao Jiamin, who did not pay attention to Wang Yue's strength at the beginning, frowned at this moment.

It seems that he is the hardest person to deal with. Although Zhang Qihong is also strong, he loves to show off too much. The moves he used in several games were completely different, and all the trump cards were given.

Qingyao is also a thoughtful person and is likely to be directly hired by the inner court, so let’s not mention it for now. In this quota competition, Wang Yue is the most careful. He has hardly shown any trump card.

However, if he really meets him, Mao Jiamin will be sure to win. If he really doesn't work, he will use his mind as the main force and supernatural powers to assist him.

After thinking for so long, Mao Jiamin realized that he had lost his mind, which caused his legs to become faintly weak, his horse stance was too long, and he did not have the skills to stance.

Mao Jiamin lay on the bed in a large shape: "Didn't it be said that the secret force is good? Why do you keep stance?" Mao Jiamin, who was lying on the bed, continued to look through the secret book, frowning tighter the more he looked.

It seems that it is not a matter of one day to one day. Each level is very difficult. Now it seems that this first level is the easiest. We will strive to achieve something before tomorrow, otherwise we would have been wasted a chance to fight.

After resting for a while, his legs were still a little weak, but even so, Mao Jiamin did not dare to waste time at all. If he could successfully use the first level of dark power before tomorrow, there would be another trump card for him.

Although the Nine-Level Dark Spirit does not have any fancy moves, the simpler and more crude, the more unexpected it can achieve.

If you have completed all the nine levels of dark power and applied it to the point of perfection, you will find that every attack you have will penetrate more or less a little dark power into it.

With the dual hidden attack of dark power and thoughts, Mao Jiamin only needs to wrap the two powers around. If he meets a stupid person without dodging and taking it in a head-on manner, then the person will instantly feel the two forces eroding into his body and causing powerful destructive power.

"If you meet Zhang Qihong in the first game tomorrow, you can only reveal some of your trump cards. After all, he is also a seven-star psychic, and his combat power is amazing." Mao Jiamin was sweating profusely, but he was still in a horse stance posture.

He looked at the clock hanging on the wall opposite: "Huh, it's almost noon." But he didn't mean to get up. After adjusting his horse's stance slightly, he gritted his teeth and said, "Persistent until lunch time!"

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"Well, where is this?" Xia Xiaoling, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened her eyes. She found herself in a thatched hut, surrounded by bare and nothing.

I wanted to get up, but I found that my body was sore, especially my head, and I was still a little dizzy.

He held the bed with both hands, reluctantly sat up, and carefully recalled what happened before he fainted.

The sun is scorching, especially the desert area, which is even more stuffy, and it is easy to experience dizziness or heatstroke. This is accustomed to people who have lived here for a long time. Most of the young residents have left this place, and only some elderly people are struggling to support it.

At this moment, the door opened, and an old lady with a cane walked in. Seeing Xia Xiaoling sitting up and coming to the bed noisy, trying to express something, she had no choice but to speak.

The old lady said neither Chinese nor English at this moment, nor languages ​​from various regions. The old lady might have known that Xia Xiaoling couldn't understand the words here, so she immediately walked out with crutches and crutches.

After a while, a young man followed the old lady in. Xia Xiaoling looked at the young man in confusion: "Aren't there no young people here? When I came here, I only saw the old man along the way."

Just when Xia Xiaoling laughed at herself because she forgot to have a language barrier with the people here, the young man who had been following the old lady spoke: "Indeed, there was no young man here when I came. Hello, my name is Qi Hong, I am very happy to see you."

Xia Xiaoling looked at Qi Hong with surprise: "I can finally communicate normally." Then she looked puzzled: "You..." Before she could say the rest of her words, Qi Hong interrupted her: "Taizu said, you can't get up yet. When the person who collected the herbs in the afternoon comes back, his condition will improve after drinking it."

Xia Xiaoling was slightly stunned: "Thank you, please tell me your gratitude."

The young man turned his head and said something to the old lady, Xia Xiaoling couldn't understand at all.

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Chapter completed!