Chapter 31: Ziranfeng's silly junior

Silence practiced in Ziluofeng. Every breakthrough in the small realm after the Profound Origin Realm requires a huge amount of true essence to rely on. Also, because of the cultivation of the earth-level technique Zixiao Yundu Jue, if he wants to break through again, he has to accumulate more A hundred times the true essence of a martial artist of the same rank who practiced the Xuan-level technique.
Therefore, his cultivation speed seems to have slowed down, but the growth rate of Qi Hai Zhenyuan's steadily tens of thousands of miles is not known to outsiders.
Throw a fist towards the sky and practice your sword at night.
Silence is a rare leisure time since the journey. He once invited Zhang Shanfeng to stay here for a while, and hoped that he could live here for a long time.
Although Ziluofeng is located on the edge of the true hundred peaks, the vigor and vitality of the world is not comparable to that of the inner sect. One day of practicing here does not lose the inner sect for ten days.
But Zhang Shanfeng refused. He smiled and said that watching the true disciples every day is under pressure. It's not as comfortable as the inner door. With the little master of the pure yuan pill you gave me, I am now a great martial artist of the Eighth Heaven. A small hill, the inner disciple of the ordinary Qi state dare not provoke me.
This sentence is half-truth and half-false. Although he and Shen Mo are friends of life and death, they are not in the same world after all. The opponent after the silence is only in the Xuanyuan realm or even higher, and he is still in the body refining realm. .
Even if you force a chat, it is difficult to find the scene of the previous frolic, and it may affect the established feelings.
Silent for a long time, let him go, true friendship can not be produced by frequent contact, but when everyone in the world abandons you, he can stand firmly by your side, unmoving to death!
Breaking through another big realm, the number of stealing slots in the Ten Thousand Ways stealing system increased to five, but only one person and one beast lived, but this person and one beast could be thousands of ordinary Xuanyuan realm martial artists.
The fire-winged lion should have healed his wounds, but still hated the silence, with a steady stream of demon origins rolling in.
On the contrary, Zhou Qianshan's cultivation did not have the mighty power of the silent imagination, and the true essence provided was actually worse than the fire-winged lion. Perhaps it was because his realm had reached a bottleneck, so he simply gave up on his cultivation, leaving only normal vomiting.
Silence fisted in the morning glow, without using the true essence, but the punching force that only relied on physical strength was also shocking.
Zhou Qianshan's comprehension of Jiuzhonglangquan is a level of proficiency, and three punches can be superimposed. If one punch is equivalent to three combined blows of mysterious martial skills.
After these days of practice, Silent's comprehension of Jiuzhonglang Fist became more and more proficient, and the punches he punched became more handy, almost reaching the height of Zhou Qianshan.
The palace is on the top of the mountain. He is going down the mountain, rustling like flying, punching non-stop. He originally expected to go down and up the mountain every day to fight back and forth.
But today, he felt full of fists, as if he had caught something, the faster he punched, and the harder he punched.
Suddenly, an ancient tree ten meters away from the front exploded. This was just the natural momentum of the fist wind.
Going further and punching again, every punch he hits has two overlapping shadows. Whenever the third overlapping shadow appears, he will be shattered by the wind of the fist, always slowing down a bit.
"Fast! Faster! That's it!"
The silent heart moved slightly, his forehead sweating profusely, who deliberately suppressed the sea of ​​qi, suddenly his eyes brightened, and another punch was punched. The third punch shadow and the first two punch shadows formed a real fist.
boom!
There seemed to be thunder in the mountains and forests, and a mountain in the distance suddenly cracked and countless rocks rolled down.
Nine-fold wave fist, perfect!
"Fucked!"
After the silence came to my senses, I faintly saw a figure buried alive by the rock. He quickly waved the rock away, only to see that the person under the rock was not injured, just a little bit ashamed.
Silent sighed in relief, and said, "I will be fascinated by cultivation at the next moment. I didn't notice that you are practicing here. I hope you can forgive me?"
Under the rock was a young man in a linen robe, with a relatively ordinary face, but fortitude loomed between his brows. He looked at silence with a calm gaze, and frowned slightly and said: "Who are you? Why did you break into Ziran Peak?"
"This is Ziran Peak?"
After a silent glance, the surrounding scenery was really unfamiliar. He was fascinated by his boxing practice, and before he knew it, he actually entered the territory of Ziran Peak.
Looking at his clothes, he changed into comfortable gray clothes and gray trousers because he was practicing boxing. It was almost the same as the young man in linen robes. He couldn't help but smile and said, "I am from Ziluofeng and I accidentally broke into Ziran Peak. "
He threw a pot of wine as an apologize.
The young man in Ma Pao didn't pick it up. He still sat on the spot and said to himself: "When did Ziluofeng live in, why did no one tell me?"
As soon as he heard these words, he became unhappy. It was his fault that he accidentally broke into Ziran Peak and hit this person, but he also sincerely apologized.
But even if you don't accept it, what does it mean to talk so yin and yang?
Are you the sect master of Ziyun or the true master brother? I have to report to you which mountain I choose, right?
Silence wanted to take out the purple robe to blind the young man's dog eyes, but after thinking about it, let's forget it. I heard that the big brother has a strange personality and extremely withdrawn, and only knows how to cultivate.
This guy must have been irritated by Lin Ran at Ziran Peak, and he has also developed a withdrawn temper.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sympathize with this young man. I thought of the way he was cultivating behind the mountain. Alas, there is no house for people to live in, and he doesn't treat people as human beings.
He beckoned in silence, started with the hip flask, walked over and squatted beside the youth, patted the young man's shoulder in the linen robe, and took out a pot of wine from the jade pendant, and sighed: "Junior brother, we are all fallen from the world, let's go. One?"
"Junior Brother?"
When the young man silently patted his shoulder, his body was tight for a moment. He could hear the word "junior", his face was slightly stunned, and his eyes looked strange when he looked at the silence.
"Um, isn't you the only person in the entire Ziran Peak?" Silence was stunned, and he saw something strange from the youth's expression. It was obviously the first time someone called him "Junior Brother".
But the true disciple occupies a mountain alone, and he will definitely recruit some servants, even the outer and inner disciples, to serve. He asked Zhang Shanfeng to recommend a few smart ones.
The gray-robed youth nodded honestly.
Silently patted his forehead, shook his head and sighed: "Then Lin Ran isn't a thing anymore, the big purple dyed peak is so big that you only want to clean it?"
He looked at the young man with more pity, "Well, what I said in Ziluofeng anyway, why don't you quit Lin Ran and go to me, I will keep you a house, so you don't need to hide from practicing!"
"Lin Ran... isn't something? Hidden practice?" The gray-robed youth's mouth twitched, his silent eyes seemed to be looking at...a fool?
The silence grew stronger and the gray-robed youth was tortured by Lin Ran to Si. The secret path was over. This man was too bitter and stupid.