Martial Arts Overlord Chapter 963: Blood soul becomes 7 heavy, men are not credible

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Linglong Hall, Xiyu Peak.

Xiyu Peak is adjacent to Yaoguang Lake. The moist water vapor makes the entire mountain tree lush, the various elixir planted on the mountain peaks grow vigorously, and countless flowers vie with each other and are extremely gorgeous.

On the top of the peak, in the corridor of a magnificent hall, a tall figure is heading out of the hall, footsteps landing, light as the wind, without the slightest sound.

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, the figure fits perfectly in a light blue uniform. He has a graceful body. He wears a blue sword around his waist and looks heroic. It is Xia Yunjing.

Carefully walking through the corridor, Xia Yunjing was preparing to descend.

Suddenly...

"Sister!"

In the hall on the other side of the corridor, a pretty female disciple walked out and saw Xia Yunjing smiled and said:

"Sister, are you going down the mountain? I just want to go down the mountain, let's go together."

Hearing this, Xia Yunjing's face was slightly stiff, and she glanced at the hall.

Sure enough--

"Yunjing."

A cold voice sounded.

Xia Yunjing smiled bitterly in his heart, and said to the younger sister next to him: "Sister Yun, you go first."

After speaking, Xia Yunjing turned and entered the hall.

The main hall is very spacious, tens of feet high, with eight huge jade pillars on each side, carved with beasts and birds, and magnificent.

On the top of the main hall, stood a woman with an awe-inspiring temperament.

The woman is in her forties, with a green silk like a waterfall, a snow-colored skirt dragging the floor, her eyes are cold, and she looks like an invisible aura shrouds her surroundings, giving people a spiritual feeling invisibly A sense of oppression, showing extraordinary cultivation.

Xia Yunjing came to the middle of the hall and stood still, respectfully saluting the woman: "I have seen the master."

This person is Gu Xifeng, the law enforcement elder of Linglong Hall, and one of the elders who opposed Luo Feng's entry into Linglong Hall.

"Yun Jing, you are practicing in retreat, where are you going?" Gu Xifeng looked at Xia Yunjing and asked.

Xia Yunjing's eyes moved slightly, and said: "I...I have encountered bottlenecks in my cultivation in the past two days, and I am going to go down the mountain to listen to the elders' lectures and see if I can make a breakthrough."

Gu Xifeng raised her eyes, shook her head slightly, and said calmly:

"Yun Jing, you never lie, so how can you hide it from me. Did you hear that Luo Feng is back and plan to see him?"

Xia Yunjing pressed her lips slightly, knowing that she could not hide it, so she had to say:

"Luo Feng is the captain of our team. He returned to the Golden Palace, I..."

"What captain!"

Gu Xifeng suddenly waved his hand, interrupting Xia Yunjing's words, and said coldly: "If Shui Linglong hadn't intervened, this captain should have been yours, he let you lose this opportunity!"

"Master..."

Xia Yunjing hesitated for a moment, and said: "This hunting conference is in the misty swamp, if it weren't for Junior Brother Luo Feng..."

"Huh!"

There was a cold snort in the hall, like a muffled thunder, the invisible pressure formed a cold wind, and Xia Yunjing could not help but tremble slightly, and hurriedly stopped.

Gu Xifeng looked at Xia Yunjing, sighed, and said in a slow tone:

"Yun Jing, men in the world cannot be trusted. This is for your own good as a teacher. Don't have anything to do with Luo Feng in the future."

Xia Yun was silent.

"In addition, you must have heard that Luo Feng has achieved outstanding results in this hunting tournament. It is very likely that he will be among the top ten personal records of the South Six leaders. However, this is just his luck, you don't need to care."

Xia Yunjing nodded slightly, but in the bottom of my heart he didn't think that all this was just luck.

Gu Xifeng frowned for a moment, and suddenly said to Xia Yunjing:

"I will tell the Lord today that I will begin to teach you the Wanshui Wanshui Jue. By the time of the New Dragon Ranking Tournament, you will definitely be able to beat Luo Feng! At that time, let him know which is stronger and weaker."

Xia Yunjing knows that Gu Xifeng really considers her, but...

Helpless in my heart, Xia Yunjing nodded and said: "Thank you, Master."

……

Leaving Beiyao Peak, Luo Feng returned directly to Panlongju.

Seeing Yan Feihua's strength with his own eyes, he didn't dare to slack in the slightest.

Now, there is still a big gap between him and Yan Feihua, and at the last New Dragon List Conference, Lu Xiaoyun's ranking was still above Yan Feihua.

Now there are only five months left before the New Dragon Ranking Tournament. If you want to surpass Lu Xiaoyun, even if there is a technique such as the Nine Dragons Transformation, it is not an easy task, you must hurry up every bit of time to practice.

Fortunately, during this trip to the big shopping mall, he gained a lot. In addition to a book of the intermediate-level secret technique "Demon Formation", he also got a lot of primordial stones, even third-rank primordial stones, for a long time. Don't worry about the consumption of yuan stone anymore.

You need to know that he needs to consume a lot of Yuanshi every day in his cultivation, more than a hundred second-grade Yuanshi, which is accumulated over time, but a huge number. If there is not enough wealth, cultivation will be a problem.

Many warriors with good talents are due to lack of training resources, which leads to slow progress in the realm, and finally everyone is confused.

Boom!

With a wave of his hand, Luo Feng closed the courtyard door, walked to the middle of the courtyard and sat down cross-legged, took out a third-grade yuan stone, closed his eyes, and gradually entered a mysterious and mysterious cultivation state.

Wow...

As the vitality revolves in the trajectory of the Shenlong Nine Transformations, a dragon chant sounded in Luo Feng's body, and six transparent dragon-shaped air currents could be seen circling around him.

If you can see the situation in Luo Feng's body, you can find that there are six dragon-shaped vitality in his body, which shuttle back and forth between the veins.

These are dragon-shaped qi veins.

At present, Luo Feng's second "Blood Soul Transformation" of the Nine Transformations of the Shenlong Dragon, only to the sixth level, can only form six dragon-shaped air veins.

He wants to transform the blood soul into the ninth level as soon as possible, and cultivate into nine dragon-shaped air veins!

At that time, he can gather a strand of true essence, and his strength can be greatly improved.

The higher the level of the technique, the more difficult it is to cultivate. With Luo Feng's comprehension, it is also very difficult to cultivate the Nine Transformations of the Shenlong Dragon. Unconsciously, he is already sweating profusely.

However, he still didn't realize it, his eyes closed tightly, and he tried his best to make the vitality run the Great Zhou Tian in the trajectory of the nine changes of the dragon...

The time of the warrior passed quickly, and three days passed quickly.

In these three days, Luo Feng worked hard at night to practice the Nine Transformations of Shenlong, and during the day he practiced "Chunfeng Ruyi Sword" and "Thunder Fire Shocking the Sky", which was busy and fulfilling.

In the middle of the night, the full moon is like a plate, bright and bright, covering the Linglong Hall with a layer of hoarfrost, which looks like a fairy island from a distance.

Roar...

Panlong is in the center, Luo Feng sits cross-legged, six dragon-shaped air currents violently churning around him.

The night is quiet, but the whole courtyard is a different scene, with strong winds and bamboo forests clacking noises.

Om!

Suddenly, strange fluctuations spread from Luo Feng's body, and everything in the courtyard suddenly calmed down, and the dragon-shaped airflow around him increased from six to seven, roaring and roaring with extraordinary momentum.

Huh...

He breathed out a deep breath, Luo Feng opened his eyes~IndoMTL.com~The bright eyes are like thunder, tearing the night.

For three days of retreat and practice, the Nine Transformations of the Shenlong finally got his wish and went one step further, reaching the seventh level of the Blood Soul Transformation, which can form seven dragon-shaped air veins. With breakthroughs in the exercise method, the quality of vitality has also improved, and the total amount is 10% thick.

Huh...

Standing up, Luo Feng revolved around his body and his robe swelled immediately.

Drink!

The fist blasted out, and the air rippled, and the next moment it collapsed and collapsed like a crystal. The entire Panlong residence was slightly shaken, and the ground cracked through the thick cracks that crisscross.

"The vitality in my body now, regardless of the quality and total amount, exceeds that of the early stage warriors of the Spiritual Rotation Realm. I don't know what point my cultivation will reach after I break through the Spiritual Rotation Realm."

The thought flashed, and Luo Feng made a move, and the Emperor Yan Potian Sword placed nearby flew into his hand, opened the courtyard door and walked out.

Tomorrow is the day to announce the ranking of the Hunting Conference, and with the smooth breakthrough of Shenlong Nine Transformations, he is not sleepy, intending to practice the sword technique and wait for dawn.