"Peng'er, go down first." Just as the black-robed monk surnamed Lei was still trying to persuade the senior brother Wang inside, Old Ancestor Wang was walking in from the fork in the road. He looked at Lei Peng and waved Let him go out first.

"Little Fatty, you haven't come for a long time!" A green snake slid down from the stone pillar in the cave, swaying its tail, and swam to Wang Patriarch's side. His upper body stood up, and the snake's head was half a head taller than Wang Patriarch, condescending. , swallowing the black and blue snake core, said lazily.

"Pfft." Lei Peng suppressed a smile when he heard Patriarch Qinglin's words, and quickly backed out, but when he walked past Patriarch Wang, Patriarch Wang kicked him on the ass, leaving him behind. A very clear shoe print.

"Senior Qinglin, I just came here two years ago, why haven't you been here for a long time? And can't you save some face for me in front of the disciples?" Wang Patriarch was a little helpless, looking up at the person in front of him. The senior saw her standing taller and taller, several heads taller than him, and then there was a trace of satisfaction in her eyes, she coiled around a nearby stone pillar, and disappeared.

Wang Patriarch looked at Qinglin Patriarch walking on the top of the cave rock, and within a few breaths, the other party's aura became very faint. He stood quietly for a while, and then moved towards that place full of aura. into the cave. After Old Ancestor Wang went in, the huge rock outside the cave was closed up.

Nearly two hours later, Lei Peng led Zhang Shiping out of the cave, and then took him to a strange red stone wall in the valley, the stone wall was about ten or twenty feet high. There are words carved on the edge of the stone wall, and a very weird picture is painted in the middle, which turned out to be a strange bird with three heads, six eyes, six legs and three wings. And in front of the mountain wall, there are six monks standing in front of the mural, looking at this strange bird. They saw Zhang Shiping coming in, took a look at Zhang Shiping, and saw that he was not acquainted with him, so they only politely addressed Zhang Shiping. When he lowered his head, he turned his head again and stared at the murals intently.

The bird's neck is bent like a snake, its three heads are facing the sky, and its eyes are wide open, but perhaps because it's too long ago, Zhang Shiping didn't feel any strangeness from it. I went back and forth several times, but Zhang Shiping was a little unwilling.

This place can be regarded as a treasure by the Zongmen, there must be some special features that he has not discovered, Zhang Shiping still does not give up, this mural, this strange bird, and even the rocks behind the mountain wall, Zhang Shiping did not let go of any one .

After another two hours, Lei Peng sent a voice transmission to Zhang Shiping, and called Zhang Shiping out. Seeing Zhang Shiping's face was calm, but the moment he came out, he still felt that Zhang Shiping was a little disappointed. The situation seemed normal to him, and it was the same when he first came to Yanggu.

The strange bird painted in the murals inside is named Shang Fu, and it is an ancient true spirit, but because of too long time, most of the charm of the true spirit on the murals has been lost. It's not that Zhengyangzong didn't think about protecting it so that the true spirit and charm of the murals would not be lost, but no matter what method was used, the murals gradually became ordinary.

More than a thousand years ago, when Patriarch Wang was still a disciple of the sect's foundation establishment, there was still a bit of aura in this mural at that time, but since Patriarch Wang felt the voice of the true spirit from it, he realized a kind of After the mysterious rhythm secret technique, most of the aura on the Shangfu mural inexplicably lost.

So this time, Yanggu didn't even set up formations. The true disciples of the sect or the disciples of the later stage of foundation establishment, as long as they pay some merit points of the sect, they can comprehend.

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After Zhang Shiping came out of the valley, he drove a flying boat and left through the air.

He fell silent along the way. The spells, or more appropriate secret techniques, he obtained from the inherited sword of Wanjianmen, there are two kinds in total. One is used by Venerable Wanjian to control more than a hundred flying swords at the same time. The secret technique "Wan Jiansheng", when this kind of secret technique is practiced to the extreme, the monk's mind moves, and the flying swords are overwhelming in an instant, and each one seems to be controlled by a monk with full concentration.

But "Wan Jiansheng" is a secret technique that can only be practiced by monks who have reached the golden core stage, which made Zhang Shiping feel a little disappointed.

He has only built the fifth floor of the foundation now, and he is far away from the golden core by hundreds or thousands of miles. How can he know when he will be able to form the core, or he will die, and it is not certain that he will not be able to form the core.

The limitation of this skill made Zhang Shiping very depressed, but fortunately, the latter secret technique "Great Sword Art" is still somewhat useful to Zhang Shiping.

However, Venerable Wanjian can use Yu Lingqi to cut down a thousand-foot peak, which does not actually tell the strength of this secret technique. A Nascent Soul cultivator, even with a fireball technique, can easily burn a Foundation Establishment cultivator to bones.

Even if Zhang Shiping is a monk in the mid-stage of foundation establishment, even if he has mastered this secret technique, if he wants to exert its greatest power, besides his own magic power, he still has to rely more on the sharpness of the flying sword magic weapon.

With a thought, Zhang Shiping took out two bright long swords and a black-purple flying sword from the storage bag. The aura on these two long swords is very thin~lightnovelpub.net~It’s just two It was just an extremely common low-grade magic weapon, and the other black-colored flying sword, the Luo Jun sword used by Zhang Shiping, was only a top-grade first-grade weapon, and he almost abandoned it.

"It seems that I have to prepare a flying sword that is convenient for me. Not to mention the second-level high-grade, it must be at least the middle-grade!" On the flying boat, Zhang Shiping stroked his beard and said to himself.

Zhang Shiping didn't have many second-level magical artifacts, and the second-level low-grade Seven Treasures Green Fire Fan, this fan matched the "Fire Crow Art" he practiced, and he used it relatively smoothly. And the flying boat Qingling ancient boat under his feet was a gift from Uncle Xu, it was already decades ago.

Other than that, there are a few magical artifacts, one is the second-rank low-grade dharma-winged wind-feather cut that he entrusted Duan Xuan Pavilion in Hongyi City to forge, and the other is exchanged for his merit points after his trip to the South China Sea. The dragon tongue bow, a second-tier middle-grade magic weapon, he rarely uses these two magic weapons.

The reason why Zongmen disciples' fighting skills are not as good as some fierce casual cultivators is mostly because they have not experienced enough. Even magic tools are useless, let alone other things.

Zhang Shiping's Wind Bird and Feather Cut was used the most during the few years he was hunting sea beasts in the South China Sea.

Zhang Shiping was flying in the boat, but he couldn't fly, because he carefully recalled the two secret arts of "Wan Jiansheng" and "Great Sword Art" on the flying boat, and completely recorded these two secret arts in two A cyan blank jade slip on top.

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