Chapter 33: The Book of Mixed

The dawn glow gradually revealed, and the sun was hidden in the peaks, and a hazy light surrounded them. The light infected the light blue sky around them, and a golden dawn slowly appeared in the sky.

When He Yiming returned to the courtyard of Lingxiao Palace, the sun was already shining brightly.

Although the entire Lingxiao Palace entered a boiling atmosphere due to Zhuo Shengfeng's long roar. He Yiming still returned to his room silently.

At this moment, in the room, another He Yiming was practicing the thirty-six ways of opening the mountain with one move. From the first way to the twenty-third way, this cycle repeats without stopping.

He Yiming looked at this scene and a strange thought suddenly popped up in his heart.

This was the first time he had purely stood from the perspective of a bystander and watched "self" practice the thirty-six ways of opening up.

This set of gold-type martial arts seems to be full of flaws, and it seems that with just a wave of your hand, you can completely break this set of martial arts.

He shook his head slightly and sighed, knowing that this was because he did not match the metal true qi when he used this set of exercises. It was precisely because there was no cooperation of true qi or internal strength that people felt as if they were fancy.

But when he thought about it, He Yiming suddenly burst into laughter.

Not only this gold-type combat skill, no matter which combat skill is, as long as there is no corresponding true qi cooperation, it will eventually become a fancy.

If you do not use true qi and internal strength, you can still have powerful combat skills. I am afraid that only Hundred and Eighth can use it.

He shook his head and said, "Hundred and eight, I'm back."

He Yiming, who was performing like dancing, stopped immediately and a strange wave appeared on his body. Then He Yiming disappeared and became a hundred and eight.

He Yiming looked at him with envy. It would be great if he had such magical abilities, then it would undoubtedly be much more convenient to do things.

Just when he thought of Bailingba's inhuman identity, He Yiming felt a trembling heart, and this thought suddenly seemed to have grown wings and flew without a trace.

"Brother Bai, has it been successful?" He Yiming asked.

Bailingba did not answer. He stretched out his right hand, pulled down his left wrist, and threw it to He Yiming.

He reached out to catch the bloodless broken hand. The muscles on He Yiming's face twitched a few times, then smiled bitterly and put them on the table.

The left hand suddenly began to melt, and when it condensed again, it had become a book of Shinto.

He Yiming's eyes glowed faintly. He reached out to pick up the book and turned directly to page 24.

However, a strange look immediately appeared on his face. Although it was also one of the thirty-six ways to open the mountain, it was not the twenty-fourth way, but the fourteenth way.

He looked up in surprise, looked at Bailingba with expressionless face, and suddenly moved his heart and opened the first page.

His face suddenly showed a look of laughter and crying. On this page, it was indeed the first page of the Book of Storm and Clouds.

He shook his head speechlessly and merged the contents of the two completely different systems of Shinto Books into one book. I am afraid that only Hundred and Ba would do such a thing.

"I'm leaving."

It seemed that he did not see the strange expression on He Yiming's face, and Bailingba's calm voice sounded.

"Where are you going?" He Yiming asked inexplicably.

"The treasure pig is still outside the city." Bailingba said in a simple and erratic manner.

He Yiming sighed in his heart, really not understanding why Bailingba and Baozhu are so different, so different, are better. But since Bailingba is by Baozhu's side, then this little guy must be at ease in terms of safety.

His eyes suddenly fell on Bailingba's broken hand, and when he looked at the secret book in his hand, a hint of hesitation appeared on He Yiming's face.

Bailingba stretched out his hand, and his hand slowly grew out of his arm, and instantly recovered as usual.

He Yiming opened his mouth, finally waved his hand gently, and smiled bitterly: "You go, take care of yourself."

Bailingba arrived at the door, and seemed to have paused for a moment before saying, "Take care." After that, his whole body suddenly melted, as if it had turned into flowing water all over the ground, disappearing from the crack of the door.

He Yiming looked at the place where he disappeared with a dazed look. After a moment, he pinched his arm and felt it hurt quite a bit. Obviously he was not daydreaming.

However, with Bailingba's personality, it is really incredible that he could say such words.

Shaking his head and putting aside this idea, He Yiming turned on the Book of Shinto in his hand again.

The first page of this book is the Book of Wind and Clouds. He Yiming has a deep understanding of the power of it.

He escaped from the noses of those venerables with the powerful hidden power contained in the power of clouds and mist.

Especially in the low forest, after He Yiming cut off Zhuo Shengfeng's sensing, he immediately used the drilling technique to stay away from here. Of course, when using the drilling technique, his body was covered with a layer of cloud and mist, completely hiding his breath.

If it weren't for this, it would be a delusion to want to escape with the joint efforts of the three venerables.

From this we can see how powerful the power of the clouds and mist itself has. Especially for those who have not yet advanced to the venerable, it is definitely the first choice to save their lives.

However, at this moment, He Yiming did not study the power of clouds and mist, but turned directly to page 34.

Here, there is indeed a picture of the thirty-six styles of the mountain opening and the twenty-fourth style.

He Yiming's eyes suddenly lit up, and a wisp of gold-type power in his hand entered the secret book. After a moment, he passed some magical method and He Yiming seemed to have entered a magical space.

In this space, there are no sight at all in the east, south, west and north, and in this space, there is a unique pressure of sharpness and sharpness.

This is the power of the metal system, the embodiment of the power of the metal system that is extremely powerful.

The next moment, He Yiming had a terrifying Daguan Knife in his hand.

A magical power rippled over the entire blade, especially at the head of the blade, light splashed everywhere, almost like a small sun.

He Yiming was extremely suspicious. He had borrowed the original version of the Thirty-Six Styles of Kaishan, but in that world, Daguan Dao was absolutely not as exaggerated as such.

A strange thought emerged in his mind. Could it be that the power of this Daguan Sword became ten times greater in the secret book of Bailingba?

Shaking his head, He Yiming put aside his distractions and his body began to move.

Starting from the first stage, it slowly spreads until the twenty-third stage.

During this process, He Yiming did not pause at all. A set of sword techniques was used in his hands like flowing water.

However, every time he performs the 23rd stage, he will feel like he is unable to do anything.

Although his momentum has reached its peak, the twenty-fourth posture cannot be cut down no matter what.

However, He Yiming was not discouraged. He was slowly waving in this strange space, one move after another. It seemed that he had an extremely tough heart. No matter how many times he failed, he was still as solid as a rock and unshakable.

Here, there is no wind, no air, no sunlight, only endless silence.

The sound caused by the waving of the big knife was the only sound here.

If He Yiming stopped practicing, then there would be a dead silence here and there would be no sound.

If a person who practices in this environment is not firm, he will soon collapse. However, for those who are persistent in their will, this environment without any interference is the best place for them to dream of.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but in He Yiming’s feeling, no matter how long he has practiced, it will only be like that moment.

Although He Yiming devoted himself to this strange way of cultivation, this does not mean that he knew nothing about the outside world.

A strange feeling emerged from his heart, and He Yiming withdrew from this magical realm without hesitation.

Although he had already practiced the 22nd stage this time, he still did not drag on the slightest amount of mud.

His ears swayed slightly, and He Yiming immediately heard the footsteps of the Jin Battle.

Of course, this is also the reason why there is no concealment in the Battle of Jin. If he was asked to lurk carefully, even if it was He Yiming, he would not dare to say that he could find his whereabouts so easily.

After looking at the secret book in his hand, a hint of surprise flashed in He Yiming's eyes.

At some point, the secret book in his hand had become hot as hot as fire. However, this temperature could not cause any harm to He Yiming, who had condensed the flower of fire, so he did not notice it when he devoted himself to the secret book.

After hesitating for a moment, He Yiming reached out and rubbed the secret book hard. As his movements, the secret book seemed to have turned into plasticine and was crushed into a ball by him.

He Yiming openly held this ball with a moving metallic color in his hand.

He firmly believed that no one could see from this sphere that this was actually a book of Shinto.

His eyes circled around the room, and there seemed to be no possibility of any exposure. He took a deep breath and calmed down.

When he finished all this, the calm knock on the door rang.

He Yiming deliberately delayed for a moment before he said in an unhappy voice: "Brother Jin, please come in."

He stretched out his hand and a wave of invisible force immediately opened the closed door.

The moment the door was opened, He Yiming had already seen the light outside. What surprised him was that it was not the morning light that was rising, but the twilight of the setting sun.

He immediately realized that he had practiced in the room for a whole day.

There was indeed a Jin Zhan standing outside the door, but compared to before, Jin Zhan seemed to have a strange look on his face at this time.

He Yiming's heart was shaking, and a terrifying thought suddenly flashed through his mind. Could it be that the Battle of Jin had already seen it?

However, the subsequent words of the Battle of Jin completely dispelled this idea.
Chapter completed!