MTL - The Evil God Emperor is In the City-Chapter 112 Discuss with Master Feng

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Zhao Yiqing and Fang Ying went shopping in the city, but Ge Mu did not follow.

The damaged meridians have been delayed for several months and must be replaced as soon as possible.

Being far superior to his peers is really nothing. Ge Mu is alone and has no sect attachment. He must first occupy a place in the world of cultivating the earth, at least to the level of Immortal Master Yan.

Before your wings are full, you can't slack off.

The younger cultivators who participated in the Wushan Lun Dao Renzi round were all fighting for honor and fame, and their vision was always lingering among their peers, such as Zhu Xixue's generation, but Ge Mu was not like that, his mind was far beyond that.

After Zhao Yiqing and Fang Ying left, Ge Mu went to Feng Tianhe for advice.

Master Feng is still fishing by the lake.

It is said to be fishing, but it is actually cultivating the mind.

The Sanqingmen exercises are light and gentle, as can be seen from the "Sanqingqingjing Jing" left by Xu Jingyang, so when you reach a certain level, it is essential to cultivate the mind.

Feng Tianhe was a little surprised to see Ge Mu, and smiled meaningfully: "Today, I specially gave Fang Ying a day off to let her relax. Why didn't my brother accompany her?"

"She went with Zhao Yiqing."

"Two little girls with amazing colors, shouldn't your brother accompany you instead?"

It was just to make fun of myself. Ge Mu grinned: "I usually accompany the two of them a lot, and I don't go to join them when shopping is lively. Today I came to see Brother Feng because his injury has recovered, and I want to ask him to give me two tips."

The meridian injury actually healed on its own?

Feng Tianhe was slightly startled, and his warm eyes swept over Ge Mu.

He thought that Ge Mu's meridians were injured, and even he and his senior brother Pang Shiduo were helpless. This kid managed to manage it by himself, and he didn't know what subtle method he used.

But Immortal Master Yan covered the entire cultivating world back then, so he must have something unique. It is estimated that Ge Mu received his legacy.

Feng Tianhe didn't ask much.

He just said humbly: "My brother is the descendant of Immortal Master Yan, if I rashly give advice on cultivation matters, it would be too much of a class. ."

"Then ask my brother for advice on two tricks."

This is Ge Mu's original intention.

If it is to point to the cultivation of the Tao, all the three generations of the three Qingmen masters are added together, and the resurrection of Xu Jingyang, the heavenly master, is not enough to point to Ge Mu, the reincarnation of the God King of Xiaoting!

All he wanted was to ask for advice, and found his own shortcomings from actual combat.

In this regard, Feng Tianhe didn't push three or four, and said with a hearty smile: "I also wanted to see how amazing your brother is, come on."

Ge Mu slightly clasped his fists and opened his posture.

Feng Tianhe was still standing still, he was almost at the level of great perfection in the late stage of foundation establishment, and even there was a faint golden elixir in his dantian, so sitting still and dealing with Ge Mu was not considered scornful.

Ferris handprint—

And to negotiate with Feng Tianhe, Ge Mu naturally used ten percent of his strength, and he started with a handprint.

The surrounding spiritual energy condensed into his palm like a torrent, and when he turned his hand and pressed it, a palm print of golden spiritual energy that was more than ten feet long pressed down on Feng Tianhe in the direction of the top of Mount Tai.

This technique is based on pure mysterious yang energy all over the body, just like the blazing sun, extremely fierce and domineering, and it seems to be better than the Leiyin of Zhengyi, which is known for its fierceness. Feng Tianhe is conceited about the techniques of various schools and schools. They all know something, but they have never seen the "Sky Handprint", so I can't help but snort in surprise.

How domineering!

But the technique is the leaf, and the spiritual power is the root. No matter how powerful the technique is, the spiritual power also determines its power.

Feng Tian couldn't get into the hall, but he was much stronger than Fan Jiuyou, Feynman and the like. With just a backhand, he forced out the handprint of the sky with his fleshy palm.

Through the shock of spiritual power, Ge Muneng could also feel Feng Tianhe's long and mellow spiritual power.

Long as water, unbreakable.

After only ten seconds of stalemate, the Motian fingerprint was scattered by Feng Tianhe, and Ge Mu also took two steps back.

But only then he used the second form of his commonly used "Zhoutian Yijian". This technique is a twenty-eighth-fold change of the water-controlling change. Three hundred and sixty rays of light rapidly fall from the constellation compass, with extreme The tricky and weird trajectory is lasing out.

Feng Tianhe still sat still, but his palms together built a three-inch qi wall to resist.

No matter how the sword qi shot from all kinds of tricky and weird angles, it was all shot on the wall of the qi, without hurting him in the slightest.

"Is it so much worse than the late stage of Foundation Establishment?"

Seeing that it was difficult to shake Feng Tianhe, Ge Mu withdrew the technique. He had a good idea of ​​how far the meridians would be after the recovery.

Feng Tianhe, who seemed to be calm and calm, was actually feeling ups and downs in his heart. He thought that Ge Mu was extremely talented, but he only surpassed these junior disciples in Sanqingmen. Snow should be divided equally in autumn.

But!

As far as the strength Ge Mu showed through those two techniques just now, he should be crushing Bai Leng and Zhu Xixue.

"Your brother today has opened my eyes, I'm afraid that Immortal Master Yan was not as good as you are now when he was in his twenties."

Feng Tianhe's expression was complicated, staring at Ge Mu's face for a long time without moving his eyes~www.novelbuddy.com~ It is naturally a good thing to have outstanding talent, but it is the saying that wood show will be destroyed by forest wind.

Yan Xianshi is a lesson from the past.

Thinking that Ge Mu has such talent, and he can cultivate with confidence, he will definitely become a giant in the cultivating world in the future, but because of this, the Huanchen Sect will definitely not tolerate him.

Who will leave a great enemy to develop recklessly? It is impossible for people who have lived for dozens or hundreds of years. They know better to take precautions before they happen, so the two old guys Pei Xuanji and Wang Mengfu will never let Ge Mu go easily.

You can stay safe in Sanqingmen, but it's hard to say when you go out in the future.

No wonder he was so diligent in his practice.

Feng Tianhe withdrew his gaze, shook his head and sighed: "You want to find someone to learn from, so as to improve your strength, I am not suitable, and the realm of those incompetent disciples in the sect is too low, it is better to go to Lu Lie, the pavilion master of the Punishment Pavilion. ."

"Who is the one who hit me with a hundred whips with fine iron chain buckles and still hasn't left his hand?"

"It's him! Lu Lie is the youngest among the pavilion masters of Sanqingmen, and his realm is in the middle stage of foundation establishment. There are only a hundred or so people in the sect, and usually no disciple violates the rules and regulations of the sect, and he has a lot of free time."

This suggestion is not bad, Ge Mu nodded with a smile: "That's it, I will bother Pavilion Master Lu in the future."

"He's a straight-forward man, with a serious black face. Most of the disciples in the sect are a little afraid that he won't want to approach him. If you go, it's too late for him to welcome him."

Saying that, the fishing rod stuck on the ground shook a few times.

Feng Tianhe grabbed the fishing rod and pulled the fishing line, and saw that a fat herring had been hooked. He had no intention of fishing, but the harvest was not bad.