Chapter 10 Langhuan Blessed Land

Author: Shangliu

Chapter 10 Langhuan Blessed Land

evening.

There are continuous red clouds, and the sky and the earth are all red.

"Young... Young hero, this is the forbidden area of ​​our Wuliang Sword Sect and the Wuliang Jade Bi."

Qian Guanghao stood on the top of the mountain, tense, pointing to Yinchuan in the distance, his fingertips trembling slightly, "Can we go?"

"Not yet."

Qian Guanghao's heart trembled, and he pulled Ge Guangpei to his knees, "My hero, please forgive me, my hero, please forgive me..."

Long Peng frowned and used the end of the scabbard to touch their acupuncture points.

Seeing Long Peng approaching Ge Guangpei, Qian Guanghao burst into tears and kept crying, "My hero, if you want to kill me, just kill me. Let my junior sister go, hero..."

"stop fighting."

After Long Peng knocked them unconscious with a knife, he sat cross-legged to restore his internal strength.

The moon hangs on the branches, and the evening breeze is gentle.

The dragon's pendant stands on the top of the cliff, its clothes and hair are billowing, and it uses Qinggong to stick to the cliff wall and sweep towards the dark bottom of the cliff.

puff--

When he was still three feet away from the bottom of the cliff, Long Peng used the method of transforming energy and landed lightly on the ground.

Cliff bottom.

As far as the eye can see, except for the lush camellias, there are only some barren weeds and no sign of human beings.

Long Peng could not hold his breath, and he groped around for it. Finally, after pushing aside several weeds as tall as one person, he saw the dark entrance of the cave.

"Huh...The emperor pays off his hard work."

Long Peng let out a long sigh, smiled, and stepped inside.

There were only a few sporadic starlights in the cave, and it was very dark, making it difficult to see.

Long Peng had lived in an ancient tomb since he was a child, and his ability to see things in the dark was somewhat unaffected. He soon saw a jade sculpture placed deep in the depths and a small futon under the jade sculpture.

Looking at the jade carving, Long Pengjian frowned, as if in doubt.

"This jade carving is quite similar to my sister. It's very similar in spirit. It's lifelike and lifelike, not like a dead thing. It's an excellent work. Wu Yazi's craftsmanship is good."

"Speaking of which, I also miss my sister a little, and I don't know how she and my grandma are living in the ancient tomb. Are those bullshit making things difficult for them..."

Long Peng sighed quietly, leaned over and took out two scrolls from the futon, as well as a piece of white silk with Juanxiu's handwriting on it.

[Since you have kowtowed a thousand times, you should serve me as my guide, and you will have no regrets in your life... You have killed all the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect for the sake of the rest. If you omit one thing, you will be filled with hatred in heaven and on earth.]

"I don't know who left behind these two martial arts. If I want to kill all the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect, wouldn't I be included in the list?"

Long Peng muttered twice, took out the two scrolls, and recited them carefully.

"This "Beiming Magic Technique" is really mysterious. 'Take one point and store one point. It will not leak out endlessly. The more it accumulates, the thicker it becomes. It is like a huge dip in Beiming Tianchi, which can float a thousand miles.' I don't know who created this method.

Xiaoyaozi, what a gift and talent you have."

Long Peng sighed, used his inner strength to shatter the scroll, and immediately looked at the "Lingbo Weibu".

"This set of light skills is slightly inferior to our Ancient Tomb Sect's "Yao Jiao Kong Bi" in terms of long-distance running, but its small-scale tossing and turning is top-notch, and its internal energy does not decrease but increases. It is even more...

Wonderful.”

After Long Peng finished speaking, he raised his hand to destroy it, but stopped again.

"Forget it, if Duan Yu ends up here again, give him a way to save his life."

After stuffing "Lingbo Weibu" back into the futon together with the square of white silk, Long Peng sat cross-legged and concentrated.

He was going to relax his skills and then practice the "Beiming Divine Skill".

In the silent night, a slight "hiss..." sounded, and Long Peng's face gradually turned pale.

Although it is not extremely dangerous to practice qigong on your own, it will still cause some damage to the body.

The older you get, the deeper your internal strength is, and the greater the damage caused by this loose power.

If an innate master like Wu Jue dissipates his kung fu, he is not afraid that the path of life and death will disappear directly.

After all, no matter what.

The internal energy in the Dantian is accumulated over countless days and nights, just like human limbs and arms.

How can it be that if one's limbs are removed, there will be no damage at all?

"Um!"

With a muffled groan, Long Peng slowly opened his eyes, only to feel that his body was empty and very uncomfortable, "I'm really not used to this feeling."

Long Peng gently rubbed the "Tanzhong Point", paused for a moment, and then closed his eyes.

This time, he recited the formula of "Beiming Divine Skill" silently in his heart to condense the "Beiming True Qi".

This practice.

It lasted all day and night, until his stomach began to growl and protest, and Long Peng stopped.

"call……"

Sensing the true energy circulating in his meridians, Long Peng smiled, took the remaining half of the meat pie and started to eat it.

"Well... we have to send Master Kumu's letter to Tianlong Temple, there is no delay."

After Long Peng had eaten and drank enough, he wiped his mouth and strode out of the cave. As soon as he raised his head, he saw the full moon outside, and he couldn't help but pause in his steps.

"Today seems to be August 15th. I don't know whether Master Kumu is alive or dead."

"well……"

Sighing, Long Peng walked outside along the river at the bottom of the cliff.

About an hour after Long Peng left, a young man in green shirt fell to the bottom of the cliff and looked around curiously.

…

…

Long Peng followed the river and came out of the bottom of the cliff, and then circled half of Wuliang Mountain. He didn't return to the forest until it got dark.

only……

"Where did my horse go? I remembered that the hitch was quite strong?"

Long Peng looked confused and a little angry.

"Horse thief, don't let me catch you!"

The horse followed Long Peng through mountains and rivers for four or five months, and it developed feelings for it.

the most important is……

He has no money to buy another horse!!

Long Peng felt a little depressed and took the map from his arms, identified the direction, and was about to walk to Tianlong Temple.

It’s not very far, just over three hundred miles, not far, really not far…

Calm down your mood.

Long Peng picked up the "Lingbo Weibu" and went north along the trickling stream. Soon he saw green smoke rising in the sky in front of him. He couldn't help but feel strange and walked over quickly.

I saw more than twenty people sitting among a large pile of rocks beside the stream, surrounded by a bonfire. A soup pot hung above the bonfire, and green bubbles were bubbling.

"Are these Shennong Gang people refining poison?"

Long Peng hid in the bushes and observed carefully. After seeing a Yunnan horse grazing, he couldn't help but frown, "Why does this horse... look so familiar?"

"Where are the rats hiding their heads and tails? Come out quickly!"

Among the crowd, the thin old man sitting on the high rock suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he waved his sleeves and robes.

Whoosh——

There was an explosion in the air, and several green poison-extracting hidden weapons shot out,

Long Peng was slightly surprised. He didn't expect Sikong Xuan's ears to be so good, so he immediately dodged sideways.

"who?"

As soon as Long Peng left the bush, the Shennong Gang disciples all stood up and drew out their silver weapons and pointed them at Long Peng.
Chapter completed!