Chapter 338

Mi Yuanfeng looked a little lost. "It's not your fault. This set of magic power is very different from the eight pole martial arts itself. I just watch it once. I can't write it down. It's normal."

He then looked at monk MI.

Monk Mi said, "I can write down 90 percent."

When Mi Yuanfeng heard this, his face was moved. "Show me."

Monk MI has different talents in martial arts cultivation, but he is smart. Although he has only the realm of martial arts, the effect of exerting this set of eight pole magic can not be underestimated.

After he performed the martial arts he remembered just now, he was sweating and panting, and the internal strength in the Dantian was almost consumed.

"Hoo hoo, master, what kind of martial arts is this? It's totally different from Baji. When I use it once, I can automatically consume my internal strength! And... It consumes a lot. In the later stage of my martial arts division, I actually consume my internal strength completely." monk Mi said in horror.

Mi Yuanfeng smiled with relief. "My mi family has inherited the eight pole martial arts for hundreds of years. It has not only martial arts, but also magical powers."

"Divine power? What is divine power?" asked monk MI.

"The so-called supernatural power is a technique that changes with internal strength above martial arts. This technique can hurt people invisible and maximize the power of internal strength.

Remember, martial arts and martial arts are the foundation, and magic power is the superstructure! Only when the foundation is solid can we practice magic power. Generally speaking, magic power can only be practiced at least by a master.

Monk MI, your martial arts realm can display its power. Although it's a little more powerful, it's still not easy. "Mi Yuanfeng gave him great affirmation.

Monk Mi quickly bowed down, "don't hide it from the master. Monk Mi didn't like martial arts before. He thought it was just the cultivation of a reckless man. Now, the master let me see another world."

With a faint smile, MI Yuanfeng said, "is this another world? If you become a venerable person, you will find that... There is the real world!" when he said this, he could not help but feel some regret in his tone.

"Write down this magic power and pass it on." Mi Yuanfeng said.

Mirun nodded in his heart, "master, you... Are you still worried that you are not the opponent of Jiang Wuchen?"

"The master of the house has the eight pole magic power. Jiang Wuchen is by no means your opponent!"

Mi Yuanfeng shook his head. "I don't know why. Seeing the Star River lying there, I suddenly feel old. Over the years, I have been pursuing self-improvement. I've never done anything to the family. I'm in vain as a patriarch. I'm all big housekeepers and elders. You've worked hard."

"The master of the house is ashamed to say this." mirun said excitedly.

"In addition to this set of magic powers, I also learned a set of sword formula, and I'll practice it together." Mi Yuanfeng said, walked back to the secret room and took out an ancient long sword from it.

His wrist shook, his powerful energy swept across, and the scabbard automatically disengaged. However, MI Yuanfeng held a long sword and pricked it left and right. With the pricking of his long sword, there was a solid golden awn on the body of the sword. The awn was extremely sharp. With his gentle waving, he could break out the sound of cutting the air. There was a stone next to him. With his gentle waving, the stone was like tofu, It was immediately cut in half.

"Ah!"

Mirun and monk MI were surprised. They had never seen anyone before. Someone could practice the sword technique to such a degree that the sword light, sword Qi and cutting iron like mud

It seems that this situation can only appear in movies.

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As time passed, Jiang Wuchen felt that his body was overdrawn. In the medicine stove, the crackling sound began to weaken.

In the outer layer of the medicine stove, the circle of strange runes even glittered with milky light, followed by a buzzing sound.

This strange change surprised Jiang Wuchen. He refined pills for a long time. This was the first time he met.

It is said that only divine objects can emit Mi Yin. The so-called Mi Yin is a call of God or a spell.

Jiang Wuchen has only heard from Ziyang and has never met him.

He was not sure whether the sound made by the medicine stove was silent.

But with this sound, the liquid in the medicine stove was honest, and a large amount of Yuan spirit gas was injected in all directions.

At this moment, Jiang Wuchen takes back his inner strength. The sound of the medicine stove is singing. It sounds very strange. From this sound, Jiang Wuchen doesn't want to be the call of God, but more like the cry of the soul in the underworld

But no matter what kind, Jiang Wuchen noticed that the pill in the medicine stove was changing rapidly.

"Yes!"

Seeing the pill taking shape and rotating in the medicine stove, Jiang Wuchen was overjoyed. The key step in refining triple Zhenwu pill was coming.

The so-called triple is not called casually, but requires three times of ultra-high temperature calcination.

Jiang Wuchen takes the pill out of the medicine stove suddenly and injects it into the fire source.

The fire flared up.

Jiang Wuchen put the pill into the furnace again. With the high temperature of the furnace, the pill showed a bright color.

Then Jiang Wuchen took out the pill again, raised the furnace temperature again, and then put in the pill

After three times of calcination, the of the pill shows that there are three lines, which are either bright or dim, one by one very round.

Finally, Jiang Wuchen covered the furnace cover and withdrew the fire source.

"Hoo... It's over. You can finally have a good rest."

Physical fatigue is nothing to him, but mental tension makes him tense all the time. At this moment, he relaxes and simply lies on the floor to sleep.

Outside, Feng Yuyan came to the door and listened closely for a while. There was no movement. She thought about it and opened the door.

A strange smell of medicine came to my nose.

Feng Yuyan was stunned. "This is... Triple true martial arts pill!" immediately, she lost some color, looked at Jiang Wuchen lying on the ground, and shook her head in shock. "Triple true martial pills, you can refine them. Is there anything in the world... That you can't?

Why didn't I meet you earlier, but... It shouldn't be too late now, Jiang Wuchen. I hope you can grow up faster. "

Feng Yuyan stood at the door for a moment, then quietly closed the door and retreated. She stood at the door and waited until Jiang Wuchen woke up again.

That's why she's afraid of being discovered by old Shan. Old Shan is not bad, but some things he knows are not good for Feng Yuyan.

Jiang Wuchen stretched a lazy waist and sat up, his joints clicking.

Outside, the setting sun found a piece of blood red in the sky. The red light fell on Jiang's dust-free face through the window. The wind blew in, which was a little cool.

Jiang Wuchen opens the stove cover, and there are four triple true martial pills lying quietly inside.