My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World - Chapter 164

The visitor was only seventeen or eighteen years old, with white skin and a pale bruise under his eyes. He was wearing a robe made of animal skin and a white feather cloak.

He slowly walked to the edge of the blood pool and examined Qin Yanzhi in the blood pool.

He saw that Qin Yanzhi was thinner than he was at the beginning, but still did not hurt the handsome man, and the young man smiled with satisfaction, “Very good.”

Qin Yanzhi: “Who are you?”

Youth: “I am your master.”

Qin Yanzhi gave him a slight glance at him, and said nothing.

Faced with the indifferent attitude of Qin Yanzhi, the young man didn’t take it for granted: “You don’t want to call it, as long as you can hold on until the day you leave the Blood Pond, it is naturally the Son of Heaven in the Purple Temple.”

Qin Yanzhi was stunned. He had seen the records of the temple from the ancient secret realm. If the memory is correct, the Tianzi Palace was a famous party in the Middle Ages.

It is said that the main name of the first generation of this temple is Miao Wenxiang, but it is a descendant of great power in the Middle Ages. Miao Wenxiang was originally not talented and was abandoned by his father’s family. The mother family built a Tianzi temple for him. I hope he can be stable. Live a happy life.

However, Miao Wenxiang later did not know what skills she practiced, and her strength far surpassed her peers. Not only did she expand the Tianzi Hall, but she also fought against Xiaoyao ’s father ’s family site. The two sides fought a battle that ended in Tianzi Hall ’s disastrous victory.

Since then, the Tianzi Hall has become famous, and the master of the hall has become the fierce representative of Xiujie.

Qin Yanzhi tentatively said, “Are you Miao Wenxiang?”

The youth stunned, “Do you know me?”

Qin Yanzhi: “…”

Could he return to the Middle Ages?

Although Qin Yan’s branch was calm, his heart was set off by stormy waves. He remembered what he saw before the coma that day, and also thought of the legend of the torrent.

Miao Wenxiang suddenly grabbed the chain hanging in the corner and pulled it fiercely. Qin Yanzhi moaned and was pulled by him.

“What have you heard of me?”

Of course, Qin Yanzhi could not answer. Miao Wenxiang saw him silent, and smiled ironically, “I heard that I was a waste and was driven out by my father’s family? Can I only cower in the Tianzi Hall relying on the power of my mother’s family? “

Qin Yanzhi still didn’t speak, Miao Wenxiang was even hotter and pulled the chain tighter, until Qin Yanzhi’s clothes leached a little blood, and he let go suddenly, his face showing the distressed color, “Does it hurt?”

He probed to touch Qin Yanzhi’s wound, but was avoided by Qin Yanzhi.

Miao Wenxiang quietly retracted her hand and sighed lowly, “You hurt, I’m also good for you. You and I generally don’t have talent. Only I can save you. You will thank me one day.”

He stood up and spilled something into the blood pool. The water immediately boiled, and Qin Yanzhi felt even more pain.

Miao Wenxiang stopped talking, looked at Qin Yanzhi for a long while, and turned away.

As soon as he left, Qin Yanzhi immediately raised his eyes and looked at his back thoughtfully.

Although the two have just exchanged little information, he still got some important information from it.

First, he did come to the Middle Ages, and at this time Miao Wenxiang’s strength was still weak. The specific time should be the early Middle Ages.

Second, here is the Tianzi Hall, within the sphere of influence of Miao Wenxiang. However, as far as he knows, there are only some guards arranged by the Miao Wenxiang mother family in the Tianzi Hall. The masters are limited. If he restores his spiritual power, he has a great chance to escape.

Third, in Miao Wenxiang’s plan, he still has a day to leave the blood pool. The other party does not want to imprison him permanently, nor will he kill him.

Fourth, and the most important point, Miao Wenxiang said that he has no talents just like himself, but he is clearly Jin Linggen, one of the best talents. Does Miao Wenxiang know? Can’t you find even a measuring stone in the huge Xuanzi Palace?

Qin Yanzhi thought that in the early Middle Ages, there was no monk in the human race saying that ancient cultivation was gradually developed. Could it be that people at this time did not know how to observe the spiritual roots?

If this is the case, his odds are more important. Miao Wenxiang is in his favor when he is a waste.

It’s just that Miao Wenxiang locked him in the blood pool and tortured for what?

And what do Miao Wenxiang say “save” and “thank you”? Could this blood pool help him?

Qin Yanzhi exhaled, no matter what purpose Miao Wenxiang had, the only thing he could do now was to hold on.

On the other side, Jing Yue had been taken back to his residence by the man, exactly a tribe.

The tribe was hidden in a peach forest, and through the colorful peach forest, they saw many people dressed up as men.

“A Wu is back!”

“Patriarch!”

…

People greeted him enthusiastically, and it was not surprising to see Jing Yue, and their attention to Jing Yue was not as good as that of men’s clothes.

A woman in a pelt skirt came forward and wondered, “Brother Awu, what are you wearing?”

Man: “I don’t know, it’s something west.”

The woman reached out and touched, enviously: “It’s soft.”

The man immediately turned his head and asked Jing Yue, “Are you there?”

Jing Yue: “… Yes.”

Jing Yue took out not many clothes from Xu Mijie. People enthusiastically surrounded them, but only the first few people snatched one.

After finishing the equalization, someone finally paid attention to him. A man said, “Hey, new, what’s your name?”

“Jingyue.”

“What?”

“Jingjing scenery, Qiu Shanyue.”

The man was agitated, and half a while before he said, “It’s a strange name, didn’t you come from the west?”

Jing Yue smiled politely.

The man pouted, apparently having a bad impression on the people in the west, and asked the man, “Patriarch, what do you bring him back to?”

Man: “Bring me back as an apprentice.”

Man: “Ah ?!”

Jing Yue: “Ah ?!”

Lan Feng: “Well ?!”

The scene was suddenly quiet, Jing Yue felt that everyone’s eyes were focused on him, one by one, harsh or fierce, giving him the illusion of wearing arrows.

He was also surprised that he had never expressed this meaning since he saw the man.

Lan Feng exhaled exaggeratedly, “It turned out that he saw Jing Jing’s bones so strangely, I thought he saw the beauty of Jing Jing …”

It all thought about it, Jing Jing’s chastity guarded it, and to touch Jing Jing, he had to step over from his body!

Jing Yue: “…”

The man glanced at Jing Yue and said, “Will you?”

Before waiting for Jing Yue to speak, he said, “If you don’t want to, you have to be willing. You fall into my hands, and they are my people. You can only obey me as an apprentice.”

Jing Yue was silent for a moment and asked him, “Can I know why you want to take me as an apprentice?”

Man: “You didn’t see it?”

Jing Yue: “What?”

Man: “All of us here don’t have the gift for you to cultivate.”

Jing Yue 😕 ? ?

What about teasing him, telling him about the strength of the man and telling him that there is no cultivation talent? ? And he is a single water spirit root, don’t be too talented, what does it mean that he has no talent!

“In fact, we are not from a tribe. In our tribe, everyone is abandoned by our tribe.” The man told Jing Yue: “You came to us from the bustling west, and it must be the same. The reason. “

Jing Yue saw the man’s expression of “You don’t have to deny that I have seen it through” and did not justify it.

Man: “Even if we don’t have talent, we don’t want to confess defeat. The flesh is not strong enough, we want other ways to make ourselves strong. I see you kill two giant fish with your own strength, and you know that you are with us. , Don’t be reconciled, don’t confess your fate. “

Jing Yue suddenly realized that the talents here did not refer to spiritual roots. Moreover, they did not seem to know about spiritual roots at all.

He tempted, “Can you see that I have no spiritual roots?”

The man snapped, “What is the spiritual root?”

Jing Yue: “…”

He understands! He did come to the torrent of the Middle Ages, and before the advent of ancient repairs!

In the past, the two demons of the gods and demons evolved from the human race. At the beginning, there was no spiritual root to say that everyone has continued the habit of gods and demons-to grow the physical body, to absorb the vitality by the physical body, which is called physical cultivation. Physical training is different from spiritual training. The vitality in physical training is not stored in Dantian, but the vitality is incorporated into the meridians of the bones. When the physical body is strengthened to a certain degree, the talent can be awakened.

The so-called talent has a lot to do with the spiritual root attributes of everyone, but at this time they don’t know yet.

However, some people are born with a very weak physical body, which leads to difficult cultivation and delayed awakening of talent. This situation didn’t occur until the first generation of ancient repairs, and they gradually realized that the vitality in Dantian could not play its biggest role. Not only could it stimulate the awakening of talents early, but the more vitality in Dantian, the stronger their talents were.

Later, no one found out about Ling Gen.

Jing Yue is a monk ten billion years later. How can the physical body be compared with the people of the Middle Ages, so he is regarded by men as the type of unawakened talent.

He forcedly explained: “Lingen is a saying in our clan, but it actually means talent.”

The man sneered, “Do you still need to ask? Just your weak chicken, at first glance, is the result of the failure of refining, but you don’t have to worry. Although we are not physically strong, there is another way to help you awaken talent. “

Jing Yue: “Storing vitality in Dantian?”

Everyone was shocked, and the man sank, “How do you know?”

Jing Yue didn’t blush at all, “I found it myself.”

The man stared at Jing Yue for a while, then burst out laughing, “Okay, okay, okay! My disciple is really outstanding.”

Jing Yue: “…”

He never really worshipped the teacher. It wasn’t that he had any rejection of the teacher, but when he was still low in his early years, he didn’t meet people with a discipleship with him. Later, his strength became stronger, and the practice was worldly. On his own, few people can teach him.

If a man really wants to accept him as an apprentice, at least his life here is guaranteed.

After thinking about it, he said, “The people in the clan are all your apprentices?”

Man: “Of course not.”

Jing Yue: “Why do you accept me alone?”

The man took it for granted: “You look good.”

Jing Yue: “…”

Everyone: “…”

Seeing Jingyue’s delay, the man said impatiently, “What? You dare to refuse me?”

Having said that, he stretched out his hand and suddenly condensed into an ice sword. The man held the sword lightly and chopped off, and saw Taolin Feihua not far away, countless pink petals swirling into the sky, and several peaks behind Taolin directly He was cut to the ground.

Jing Yue: “…”

Isn’t it just the knee? Take it!