Chapter 134 Grandmaster! [Thanks to Alliance Leader 20200829181523361]

"Grand Master!" Lu Weiwen was sweating like rain, his expression extremely frightened.

The true energy and mana in the body surged wildly, forming mana and wind outside the body like a tornado that circled around the body, trying to resist the power of the dragon and tiger that came in a blink of an eye.

Speaking of which, Lu Weiwen is the elder of the Lu family. He is at the eighth level of Qi refining and is quite strong.

If he had prepared the magic weapon and cast the spell from the beginning, even Xia Daoming could transform and kill people with great force from more than ten feet away.

It's not like he has no resistance at all.

Unfortunately, he never dreamed that a mere eighth-grade martial artist would transform into a grand master-level figure.

As a result, there was not even any time for him to prepare a buffer.

Since the defensive magic weapon was scattered just after it emitted a little light, Lu Weiwen lost his last hope of resistance.

Now he can only use his true energy and mana to directly condense into Gangfeng to resist.

There was no time to cast defensive spells.

"Hiss!"

The dragon claws directly tore open the Zhenqi Gangfeng shield.

"Bang!"

The tiger's claws directly hit the Gangfeng shield.

"Rare..."

Lu Weiwen screamed, and his voice suddenly stopped.

The dragon claws and tiger claws penetrated his body almost at the same time, and blood spurted out. Lu Weiwen fell to the sky, his eyes bulging, full of horror and unwillingness.

He never dreamed that one day, he would die in this way!

On the other side, Lu Chengtian, who was in a pool of blood, turned his head and looked at his great-uncle who fell to the ground in a blink of an eye, dying. He was extremely frightened.

He still doesn't understand why this is the case?

Can't an eighth-grade great martial artist be easily defeated?

Why was it that he was not the only one who was taken down so casually now, but his great-uncle whom he had always thought was so powerful was also taken down without any chance of resistance?

"Master Chengtian, doesn't it feel good to have your legs cut off?" A cold voice sounded in Lu Chengtian's ears.

"Spare my life, spare my life!" Lu Chengtian suddenly woke up and cried out.

"Spare your life? You beat my senior brother half to death, and you still refuse to give up. You even want to take away his son's immortality, and you even want to kill me on the way. Don't you think it's ridiculous to tell me to spare your life now?" Xia Daoming sneered. .

"If you kill me and the clan elder, the Lu family will definitely not let you go. Spare my life, and I will help you frame the blame on the Yan family, yes, yes, on the Yan family, on the evil cultivator! Please! Please spare my life. I, the master of the Jinxiu Valley Lu family, finally gave birth to an immortal cultivator. I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die!” When he said the following, facing the threat of death, Lu Chengtian was already a little incoherent.

"A person like you is worthy of cultivating immortality! Speaking of which, when I kill you, I am actually helping the Lu family of Jinxiu Valley. Otherwise, with your virtue, you don't know which day you will cause great disaster to the Lu family. !" Xia Daoming smiled coldly and waved the sword in his hand.

Lu Chengtian's head rolled to the ground.

Then, Xia Daoming began to touch the corpse very skillfully.

"The Qi Refining Family is still incomparable to a sect like the Qingyuan Sect! After all, he is still at the fifth level of Qi Refining. The leader of the younger generation of the Lu family actually doesn't even have a magic weapon or a storage bag, and he is so arrogant. , It sounds like something." Xia Daoming only found some low-level talismans and a box of pills on Lu Chengtian, and couldn't help but look disgusted and contemptuous.

Putting all these things into the storage bag, Xia Daoming jumped up and flew over to Lu Weiwen.

"This should be a defensive magic weapon, but I don't know what grade it is." Xia Daoming first picked up an earth-yellow shield as big as a palm that fell on the ground, took a look at it, put it into his storage bag, and then continued Once he began to skillfully touch the corpse.

Lu Weiwen has a clean body, but he has a storage bag.

This discovery made Xia Daoming's eyes light up slightly. He put away the storage bag, and his body surged with strength. A pair of wings grew out of his back, soared into the sky, and circled at low altitude. After making sure that there were no bystanders, he immediately rode on The dark clouds galloped away through the snow.

As for the two corpses, he didn't bother to deal with them.

Whether birds and beasts eat them, snakes and insects scratch them, or they are discovered, it is none of his business anyway.

It's impossible for anyone to suspect him.

He is just an eighth-grade great martial artist!

Even if the true realm is seen through, it is only a tenth-level grandmaster. It is still possible to kill a fifth-level Qi-refining monk, but it is not difficult to kill an eighth-level Qi-refining monk. As for killing two people together, there is no chance of escape. If you don’t give it to them, that’s simply impossible!

After walking a long distance, Xia Daoming found a hidden place on the top of a hill, then dismounted, sat down, and took out his storage bag.

This storage bag is different from the one I got from Wu Rong before.

Lan Xue spent some mana and consciousness on that storage bag to help him erase the mark on it.

But no one helped him put the mark on this one.

However, Xia Daoming settled down in Licheng this year. He spent a lot of time thinking about how to use his spiritual consciousness and studying the storage bag in his hand. He even took the Ten Thousand Snakes Soul Banner that Wu Rong left in the cave for sacrifice. After coming down, he pondered over it for a while, and now he has it stored in his storage bag.

Therefore, although Xia Daoming, a martial artist, does not know how to cultivate immortality yet, he can be regarded as having a glimpse of the cultivation of immortality for the first time. Unlike at the beginning, he did not understand anything about the cultivation of immortality. When he saw things about cultivating immortals, he would subconsciously have an interest in unknown things. A sense of awe.

Holding the storage bag in his hand, Xia Daoming calmly released his consciousness and slowly invaded the storage bag.

Using the power of his spiritual consciousness, he continued to erase the mark left by Lu Weiwen, just like slowly erasing the handwriting with an eraser.

After an incense stick of time, Xia Daoming successfully erased the mark, and then his spiritual consciousness suddenly exerted force and rushed into the storage bag.

The storage bag was not large, less than one-third of Wu Rong's storage bag.

But there were quite a few things placed in it.

There was a palm-sized flying bird magic weapon, and when it landed just now, Lu Weiwen casually put it into the storage bag.

In the hollow belly of the flying bird magic weapon, there was a hole that could be inlaid with spirit stones, and the surrounding area was engraved with runes.

"It's a pity that I don't know how to control the flying bird magic weapon, otherwise it seems that this thing directly uses spirit stones to provide energy, and I don't need to input mana." Xia Daoming looked at it over and over for a while, and put the flying bird magic weapon into the storage bag.

In addition to the flying bird magic weapon, there is also a golden flying sword magic weapon, several talismans, thirty spirit stones, a bag of spirit rice, and some pills, medicinal materials, books and daily necessities.

"Hey, isn't this Fengming Pill? The quality is estimated to be about three hundred years old. I heard from Lu Ziying that Lu Weiwen is an eighth-level late-stage Qi Refining cultivator. What does he collect this Fengming Pill for? Is it to cultivate martial artists? Or for himself?

If he takes it himself, can this Fengming Pill improve the cultivation of Qi Refining cultivators? If so, doesn't it mean that Wen Yue can already refine pills suitable for immortal cultivators? If she enters the world of immortal cultivation in the future, won't she be a genius in alchemy?"

Xia Daoming held the Fengming Pill with a hint of surprise on his face, as if he had seen the spirit stones rolling in.

"Hey, this box seems to be given to Lu Weiwen by clan leader Lu Jinglong this morning, asking him to give it to Elder Luo of Lingdao Sect. Could it be that they were going to Lingdao Sect to give gifts this time, but I intercepted them? That would be really unfair to clan leader Lu, who is a sensible old man." Xia Daoming thought randomly in his heart while opening the box.

"This is the dragon-patterned purple blood ginseng! Tsk tsk, it has some signs of formation, it seems to be at least four hundred years old!" As soon as the box was opened, Xia Daoming's eyes lit up, his Adam's apple couldn't help but move, and he swallowed his saliva.

Speaking of which, he hasn't had a good tonic for more than a year!

Although the daily practice these days can also strengthen his meridians, the speed is too slow, how can it be better than taking strong drugs!

"Lu Weiwen is a good man. If he hadn't taken the initiative, I wouldn't have had the nerve to rob him!" Xia Daoming thought to himself. He had already taken out a bag of water from his storage bag and washed it over the dragon-patterned purple blood ginseng. Then he picked it up and bit it hard like a carrot.

The dragon-patterned purple blood ginseng melted in his mouth, and white juice flowed into his mouth, filling his mouth with fragrance.

Streams of clear water flowed down his throat, and when he reached his stomach, it burned like a raging fire, spreading to his whole body.

"Good ginseng, good ginseng! I don't know how many times stronger this four-hundred-year-old dragon-patterned purple blood ginseng is than a hundred-year-old one!" Xia Daoming was surprised.

Soon, Xia Daoming had bitten off a third of a four-hundred-year-old dragon-patterned purple blood ginseng.

After licking the juice off the bitten part and fingers, Xia Daoming put the remaining dragon-patterned purple blood ginseng back into the wooden box, put it into the storage bag, and then practiced cross-legged.

Half an hour later.

Xia Daoming opened his eyes.

His face was full of surprise.

The medicinal power of the four-hundred-year-old dragon-patterned purple-blood ginseng was much better than he had imagined.

Originally, his meridian strengthening was stagnant at 53% of the second level.

After taking one-third of the root, half an hour later, his meridian strengthening had reached 10% of the third level.

Not only that, this dragon-patterned purple-blood ginseng seemed to be able to nourish the consciousness, and he felt that his consciousness had become a little stronger.

Xia Daoming could feel that this kind of strengthening was not caused by the strengthening of the meridians and the strengthening of the blood and qi, because the changes brought by the latter to the consciousness were very subtle, and even if it was upgraded by one level, the effect of improving the consciousness was very limited.

But this time, although it was a little, it was already considerable for the consciousness, which was already very slow to improve.

"What a good thing! If there were more of this thing, it is estimated that there would be hope for the eleventh level of martial arts soon. It seems that the opportunities in the world of cultivation are indeed different. I have only been to Wanluo Xianshan for the second day!" Xia Daoming thought happily.

Thinking in his heart, Xia Daoming carefully searched Lu Weiwen's storage bag again.

It was found that those books were basically some leisure reading materials to kill time, but one of them was Lu Weiwen's experience in cultivation.

But it was of no use to Xia Daoming at present.

He had not even touched the threshold of Qi Refining yet, and those experiences were just like flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water for him.

What he wanted to find most now was the secret map of Qi Refining Spirit.

In this way, once he found the elixir for awakening the spirit, Liu Qiaolian and Ji Wenyue could start to comprehend and practice.

"It's a pity that there is no secret map of Qi Refining Spirit, but the Lu family is only a Qi Refining family. Even if the secret map of Qi Refining Spirit is found, the subsequent exercises are still a problem. It is better to go all the way and find a way to get the entry-level exercises of the big sect.

When the cultivation is slightly successful, find a way to join the big sect, so that there is no need to worry about the subsequent exercises. And since the big sect can become a big sect, the exercises must be relatively powerful." After Xia Daoming searched it once, he was not disappointed when he saw that he did not find the secret map of Qi Refining Spirit.

Soon, Xia Daoming stood up, patted his butt, jumped on the horse, identified the direction, and continued to gallop towards Shizhulinfang City.

PS: Many book friends left messages saying that I was too ruthless. But I just took a lunch break and then continued to prepare for the next day's manuscript. But since the book friends have opinions, I have to try my best and add another chapter today. Thank you 20200829181523361.

In addition, there will still be two chapters tomorrow, but because tomorrow's chapter is used for extra chapters, there will be no way to update two chapters in a row as usual. I can only update one chapter in the morning and the other chapter will be posted at noon or in the evening depending on the writing situation. Today is the fifth chapter. I really tried my best. Dear book friends, you can do whatever you want!