Chapter 295: Contention

Ying Xiaofeng is one of the nine ghost winds.
This alone would definitely not make people without Shizong dare to go down the mountain.
Wei He was not idle during these days. From the style of the original Wu Shizong to the many materials he collected, he had already judged that the so-called three main peaks of the Wu Shizong definitely had a lot of inscription.
But these inscriptions don't dare to go down the mountain for a long time, there must be many restrictions.
What kind of restrictions make Ming Gan dare not want to stay under the mountain for a long time, or is there something that attracts them to stay on the mountain?
Wei He hasn't figured it out yet, but he has already guessed.
"Ying Xiaofeng doesn't have much information, and some are vague, and the descriptions are different. It seems that I still have to try it myself."
Thinking of this, he slowly adjusted his body and mind, running the rain-covering and cloud-gathering power.
The true skill of this major has nine levels in total, and he has now been trained to the eighth level.
And the ninth level is the so-called real world. It is also the limit of this true power.
He wanted to give it a try. After he reached the eighth level of Consummation, he would directly use the Boundary Breaking Orb to break through to the ninth level. What would happen?
Will it be possible to achieve a sense of concentration directly in one step?
This is worth a try.
But now there is still some time to reach Consummation, and we have to wait until we break through the Jinghong decision.
"Now, let me try... completely open the super sense..."
After Wei He finished his adjustment, he slowly raised his left hand, slowly dissipating the protective strength that had been entangled in his hand, and at the same time, gathered a large amount of blood and filled his left hand to fill it and become more sensitive.
Finally, in the special way of covering rain and gathering clouds, the bone strength is operated, and the left hand is shaken at a regular rhythm frequency to strengthen all its nerve perception capabilities.
This strengthening method is also the key to the eighth layer of the rain-covering cloud gathering power and stepping into the real world.
Each of the other true powers has its own secret hands, with different advantages and disadvantages.
Hum...
The fine vibration gradually spread.
Wei He steadily controlled the strength and blood of his left hand, so that it was evenly distributed throughout the left hand.
Gradually, he began to feel that the skin on his left hand became more and more acute, which was a sign that the super sense had been turned on.
hiss....
He felt it, and his left hand seemed to be surrounded by a lot of cold air currents.
But because of the interference of other sense organs, he could not judge what these air currents were.
In order to distinguish the source of this airflow, he closed his eyes, blocked other senses, and focused on the airflow on his hand.
Click...
A burst of frost gradually covered the skin of his left hand, causing it to turn pale green and lose its blood.
In a short moment, Wei He's left hand showed some signs that he could not bear it.
He sighed, and could only put away the strength and blood that strengthened his senses.
Seeing that his left hand was covered with a layer of hoarfrost, Wei He was also surprised.
"In such a short period of time, with my vitality and physique, I can't bear it, and I was frozen like this. This still didn't fully open my super-sensation.
If you completely step into the ninth floor, open the super sense and stay permanently. Maybe my left hand will be completely abolished, and then the realm will fall backward..."
Wei He thought of this. It also seems to understand why Wu Shizong’s inscription hasn’t been down for a long time.
"If there is something on the mountain that attracts them and can help people isolate these ghost winds, then maybe it can also attract so many Minggans."
Then, he tried several times, and when his left hand recovered, he continued to try immediately.
again and again.
Three times he heard Ying Xiaofeng's laughter, and the other five times, the left hand covered ice within a quarter of an hour.
These five times, on the basis of covering his body protection power, something went wrong.
As if his body protection power was completely ineffective.
Recording various feelings and data separately, Wei He was busy for a long time before taking a break.
After a short rest, after eating, he continued to devote himself to the practice of Jing Hongjue.
This cycle repeats.
This is Wei He's recent life.
Until the evening.
Wei He slowly woke up from entering Ding, looked at the sky, and slowly got up.
"Come here."
A maid suddenly appeared outside the door.
"Master, what's your order?"
These maids were all bought by Wei He from the slave market. In this era of war, the slave market spawned has become the first choice of many people who sell themselves for a living.
These maids are generally under the age of fifteen, which is convenient for reshaping the mind and for management.
"Preparing to change clothes, I'll go out and relax."
Wei He thought that Wan Qingqing and his son were not at home, and it would be boring to be alone, so he planned to go for a walk and rest.
People are always in high-intensity work, and they also need to rest.
Although he is energetic due to the terrifying total energy and blood, even if he is resting, he will maintain a certain amount of mind and practice.
This method of distracting and practicing while doing other things is relatively inefficient, but it can also save a lot of time.
Soon, Wei He opened the door and left the retreat room, put on a simple robe, and trimmed his long hair.
He didn't lead anyone, just unfolded his body skills, made a light leap, and left Chen Mansion.
The subordinates in Chen's mansion have long been accustomed to him doing this.
It is not the first time that Wei He likes to relax by himself. In addition, his own martial arts is strong and fierce, so he doesn't need to worry about safety.
After so many times, I got used to it.
Leaving Chen Mansion, Wei He walked aimlessly along the walls of Weifang City, unhurriedly or slowly.
After shrinking his bones, he was only 1.78 meters tall, and looked similar to the people around him. The robe he wore was also of popular style and material.
In this way, the water melts into the sea. If no one can recognize him unless he is very familiar with his relatives and friends, he is Wei He.
Walking along the city wall, the left side is the city wall, and the right side is full of various shops in Yishui.
Deep-fried tofu, skewers snacks, pancakes with butternuts, shortbread candies, and so on, all kinds of food are mixed together, exuding a strong aroma.
Wei He walked to a small stall with deep-fried tofu and began to line up.
On one side of the stall stood a large piece of cloth with the words "Zhanghe Fried Tofu" written on it.
The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, with the meaning of chicken bones and claws, which is very good.
Because of this handwriting, Wei He was attracted first, and then tasted the taste. He felt good at once, so he often came to eliminate the greedy insects.
Soon, the people in front of the line were holding tofu fruit, sprinkled with chili powder seasoning powder and chopped green onion in the sauce, and then paid to leave.
"Boss, old rules, six grand slams." Wei He threw out six dimes and put them in a money bowl.
"Good." The boss is a sturdy student in Tsing Yi. Hearing this, he quickly picked up the tofu fruit and threw it into the pan.
Wei He has been eating here for more than a year. This is a regular customer, so naturally he takes more care.
When he started filling, every tofu fruit was filled with it.
Soon, a plate of tofu fruit was fried and placed in Wei He's hands.
Finding a small table to sit down, Wei He picked up the chopsticks and slowly enjoyed the rare leisurely leisure.
Just ate for a while.
"Hurry up!!"
"Don't run away, brat!!"
"There is something for Lao Tzu to stand!!"
A group of chaotic anger came from behind.
Immediately afterwards, a group of brawny men holding machetes and sticks chased the two and a half-old boys violently and ran wildly on the street.
A group of people chased me and fled. Along the road, the two teenagers leaned on various shelters on the street, and they flexibly blocked the strong man behind, delaying time.
"Smelly mother! Go chase! Don't let them run away!!" The black-faced brawny man who took the lead was blocked and yelled with anger.
Many people on the roadside retreated one after another, but there were still some warriors who stood by and watched.
Suddenly a figure jumped down from the second floor of a restaurant on the side of the street, just blocking the two teenagers.
"Brother Song, why are you guys?" The figure was dressed in a white jade belt and had a handsome face. He was a laid-back young man.
"Brother Wang! Help!!" The young man in front was overjoyed when he saw the visitor, so he flew over and hugged the son's thigh.
"We just entered the small shop on the side of the road and ate a meal, but the group behind them charged us fifty dollars! It was a robbery!"
Wang Zui had no choice but to move away from Song Shixiong on his leg.
"Brother Song, fifty dollars a meal, the price here is expensive, but it is not enough to cheat people..."
"But we just ate two dishes and rice!?" Song Shixiong couldn't believe it.
"And the dishes are not expensive, just cauliflower slices and lamb soup!" He added.
"Fart! You two guys ate three buckets of rice for Lao Tzu! If you eat so much and dare not pay, I will interrupt your dog legs today!!" The black-faced man behind was shaking with anger and raised his hands. The sword is about to rush over.
As a native of Weifang City, Wang Zui was still a child of a wealthy family. This was the first time he had encountered such a thing.
I met the Song family brothers before because the two of them are very knowledgeable, and they are not like dull people in their speech.
But now it seems...
He doubted his eyesight.
Although he is drunk by virtue of his wealth and loves to make friends, he is not a fool and will be fooled by others.
"In this way, I will pay for their meals, how about?" He thought, let's pass the round before he said it.
"Really!?" asked the black-faced burly man. He just saw the young man in front of him leaping down from the stairs, his skill is extraordinary. At this time there is also a retreat.
"Naturally." Wang Zui reached out his hand and took out a few golden leaves from his purse, flicked it lightly, and flew towards the other side.
"The extra is counted as an apologize. If there is something, you can find Weifang Wang's mansion. My name is Wang Zui." Wang Zui helped take the matter over when sending the Buddha to the west.
Brother Song Shixiong was overjoyed and stood up to thank him again and again.
The black-faced brawny group took the money, and naturally they retreated. When the people around didn't watch the good show, they also dispersed.
Wei He sat in the position, but he was a little speechless.
He clearly sent someone to send the Song family brothers to another city. Now the two brothers ran to Weifang City by themselves. They didn't know why, they actually met him on the street.
He watched the Song brothers play treasures the whole time, a little puzzled.
Judging from the lock heart seals he taught the two of them, and the physical movements of the two just now, they should have worked hard after he left.
The group of brawny men seemed to be strong, but when they really fought, they weren't necessarily their opponents.
But they didn't resist at all, instead they would only flee.
And when Brother Song Shixiong saw Wang Zui coming downstairs, he immediately rushed over, not surprised.
Among them, there are problems no matter how you look at it.
Song Shixiong, the kid ~EbookFREE.me~, knows that he is cunning, unruly, thoughtful, and unscrupulous to achieve his goals.
But they have their own bottom line.
In this way, these two little guys should have some other purpose, and it is related to this Wang Zui.
Wei He sat at the small table of the roadside stall and watched Wang Zui and the Song brothers talk for a while, and the three of them went to the restaurant together.
"Interesting." Wei He turned his face back, and glanced at the crowd of people who were watching, intentionally or unintentionally.
The man had a dull face and a cold expression. At first glance, he might be covered with a human face mask.
This person's sight has been falling on Wang Zui, apparently trying to do something about it.
More than that, there were at least three groups of more than ten people around, all focusing on Wang Zui in various ways.
This ordinary rich man in Weifang City, at this time, seemed to be like sweet pastry, and was stared at by these hidden guys.