ATPnovel Chapter 121 How can you know 89 profound arts?
Chapter 121 How can you know 89 profound arts?
Chapter 121 How Can You Know Eighty-Nine Mysterious Arts?
The road is long, and Jinxian is a threshold.
As the saying goes, real gold is not afraid of fire, and so are golden immortals.
After obtaining the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit, one can comprehend the laws of heaven and earth and display supernatural powers. Even if there is no magic power, there is still the mystery of unpredictable gods and ghosts.
Wen Zhonghan swung his whip angrily, which already affected the laws of heaven and earth, and the sound of wind and thunder could be faintly heard.
Jiang Ziya sacrificed the magic whip to block it, but he was a little slower after all.
"Don't hurt my uncle!"
Huang Tianhua waited for a long time, and immediately sacrificed the fire dragon mark.
This treasure belonged to Chen Tong, the guard of Chuanyun Pass, and he collected it in a flower basket, and now it is just making the most of it.
After all, this fire dragon standard is not a powerful magic weapon, and it was thrown out of his hand at this moment, like water without roots, it was smashed after blocking it for a moment.
The momentum of Wen Zhong's blow did not diminish at all, and the male whip continued to swing down.
Ding.
Nezha sacrificed the Qiankun circle to fend off the male whip.
Jiang Ziya quickly withdrew the magic whip, urging the four to retreat.
Wen Zhong damaged the weapon passed down by his master, how could he give up, he immediately raised his whip and chased after him.
"How dare the old thief take advantage of the situation to bully others?"
Nezha stepped on the hot wheel and stabbed with a fire-pointed gun in his hand.
Wen Zhong's state is advanced, and he also has the secret art of biyou. The magic whip is like a dragon going out to sea, blocking the flaming spear, and taking the opportunity to hit Nezha on the shoulder.
Ding.
Nezha received a whip, but he was slightly sluggish, but he was not damaged at all, and he swung his gun vigorously to fight.
Wen Zhong was quite surprised, although one of his male and female whips was damaged, they are also rare treasures of the immortal family, and he is in the realm of golden immortals, so he should be able to easily catch a loose immortal, why can't he succeed?
But after all, he was experienced in hundreds of battles, so he didn't think about it at the moment, and just waved the magic whip to continue the fierce battle.
After dozens of rounds like this, he has hit Nezha nearly ten times, but he only saw a slight change in his complexion, and there was not much damage.
"You practice eighty-nine profound arts?"
Wen Zhong swung his whip again, hitting Nezha between his eyebrows, but sparks shot out.
On Xiqi City, Yun Zhongzi smiled slightly when he saw this, and then transmitted the sound again.
"It's okay for Nezha to stand in a stalemate with him for a while after hearing that the grand master's morality is profound, but it will inevitably hurt after a long time.
If you see that Nezha is in trouble, you go to the top of the battle, don't let Wen Zhong have a moment to rest. "
Lei Zhenzi nodded secretly when he heard the words, and then flew up holding the golden stick.
"Junior step down, don't let Grand Master Wen say that I bully the few by waiting too much."
Nezha twitched his lips when he heard the words, it wasn't that the more bullied the less, but just ravaged an old man who was over a hundred years old in turn.
Seeing Nezha retreating, Wen Zhong heaved a sigh of relief, he really didn't want to spend any more time with this invulnerable little monster.
Lei Zhenzi swung his golden stick and smashed it down. The stick is not as sharp as a spear, but it is heavier, and it also implies the power of wind and thunder, and each stick is faster than the other.
Wen Zhong waved his whip several times to block it, but was secretly surprised.
He has divine eyesight, so he can naturally see that the two young generals who came successively are not of high level, but their strength is stronger than the other.
"Could it be that you have also practiced eight or nine profound kung fu?"
Wen Zhong suddenly had a flash of inspiration, but it was a little unbelievable.
As one of the most difficult exercises in the Taoist sect, the Bajiu Xuan Gong is well-known. Even today, there is no one who has practiced this skill on the surface of the Jiejiao.
It is not uncommon for someone to practice Xuan Gong, but it is a bit scary to do two at a time, right?
Wen Zhong looked towards the south gate, but saw that Jiang Ziya had returned to the formation, and he became more and more angry at the moment, his Dao body mana almost boiled, and within ten blows, Lei Zhenzi's body hurt from being beaten.
Naturally, this kid didn't have much damage, but his Bajiu Xuan Gong has not yet completed, and Wen Zhong's realm is extremely high, so he inevitably suffered some skin trauma.
Lei Zhenzi is not stupid, this injury is a minor injury, but the pain is real pain, while he was fighting furiously while stirring his thoughts, 49 flying swords came out in an instant.
Seeing this, Wen Zhong snorted coldly, grabbed it with his left hand, and pressed it down, imprisoning the 49 flying sword in his palm, allowing it to hit sparks everywhere, and he could not escape after all.
"You rely on mystical skills and think that no one can beat you, but how can I be in vain after waiting for many years of pure cultivation?"
Hearing Zhongyan's words, he swung his whip again and hit Lei Zhenzi's temple.
At this point in the war, Wen Zhong has already started a real fire, almost without reservation.
This blow failed to seriously injure Lei Zhenzi, but it also made his soul dim, his mind was dizzy, and only two or three out of ten of his courage was left.
Grand Master Wen swung down his whip again, Lei Zhenzi blocked it with a golden stick, but was knocked away, he simply turned into the light of the thunder and fled away.
Seeing this, Huang Tianhua hurriedly urged Yu Qilin to come out, holding two bright eight-edged silver hammers, he went straight to fight.
Wen Zhong observed carefully, but saw that the general was wearing a tuanlong Dahong robe and riding a strange beast, he was a little puzzled at the moment.
This tuft of dragon robes is a royal robe, only Ji Fa, Huang Feihu and their eldest son can wear this robe in Xiqi.
But Laijiang rode a jade unicorn under his crotch, which is an auspicious Taoist beast.
If the general is a Taoist, how dare he give up his Taoist robe and wear a dragon robe? If he is not a Taoist, how dare he ride the auspicious beast Qilin?
"I don't want to kill the nameless ghost, but you will report it!"
Wen Zhong urged Mo Qilin to meet him, he gave a loud shout, waved his whip again, and sacrificed a divine thunder.
Huang Tianhua was shocked when he saw this, he quickly swung his hammer to block it, and then urged the beast to fight.
"I am a disciple of Qingxu Daodezhenjun, Huang Tianhua, the eldest son of Wucheng King Huang Feihu!"
"You have such a long name, could it be that you are also capable of eight or nine profound arts?"
Wen Zhong has been consumed by Nezha and Lei Zhenzi successively, and he has long been too disturbed, so he said this.
"You are just an old thief of a big merchant, and you don't need profound skills to beat you."
Huang Tianhua's hammer is very hard, but obviously not as hard as his mouth.
Wen Zhong swung his whip twice one after another, first he shook the hammers away, and then hit Huang Tianhua on the forehead with a whip.
This is not to say that the pumpkin is broken, it can only be said that it is heart-wrenching.
Huang Feihu had already gained the upper hand in the fierce battle with Deng Zhong. Seeing this scene, Huang Feihu was so shocked that he was almost cut off by his horse.
"Go out and restrain Huang Tianhua's corpse, and then fight Wen Zhong again."
Yun Zhongzi transmitted the voice again, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the old official on Mo Qilin's back from a distance.
Yang Jian got the order, immediately grasped the three-pointed double-edged knife, and led the Xiaotian dog out of the battle.
Wen Zhong looked from a distance, and found that the coming general had an extraordinary face and divine eyes, so he cheered up immediately, first urged Mo Qilin to come, and then secretly moved the Sixiang Pagoda with his mind.
He was really fed up with the group of three generations of disciples who were previously unknown and seemed to pop out of the cracks in the rocks, but each one was more vigorous than the other.
At this moment, he just wanted to end this battle earlier, and it would be best if he could kill another one, so he wanted to sacrifice the treasure of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit.
Yang Jian fights without a cavalry, but his body moves very fast, his roaring dog is like a black whirlwind, and he arrives at the battlefield in an instant.
"I heard that Grand Master, let the disciples restrain the corpses of the same sect."
After Yang Jian said that, without waiting for Wen Zhong's answer, he passed the old man and put Huang Tianhua's body into his sleeve.
"The boy is quite rude!"
Wen Zhong was furious, and immediately raised the Four Elephant Pagoda and smashed it down.
Ding.
"That's what the grand master taught."
Yang Jian touched his undamaged forehead and raised his head with a smile.
Wen Zhong's heart sank, how could he know the eighty-nine profound arts?
Today I recommend a novel about the history of the late Ming Dynasty. The author is my group of friends. Everyone can help me to add a follow-up reading, okay!
Title: "Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty, I changed my fate against the sky"
Author: Catherine II
Summary:
I have no flaws, only wealth.
……
[Emperor Chongzhen laughed]: I let others comment on my merits and demerits for thousands of years, and you will know everything.
[The ministers cried]: Your Majesty, pinch, beat, kill, and even ransack the house, the ministers and others are sincerely convinced.
[The rich businessman sighed]: Your Majesty is not greedy for money at all, our silver is lying in His Majesty's treasury, we are sincerely convinced.
[All the beloved concubines cover their faces shyly and weep and say]: Your Majesty is gentle, rich and kind, that is,... hey, concubines and others are sincerely convinced.
……
Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty was reborn, and in this life, I have nothing to do with the crooked neck tree
(End of this chapter)