A Paragon of Wuhun Chapter 18: The second step of Guangming Handprint!

The eighteenth chapter of Guangming Mudra is the second one!

Chen Feng let out a crazy roar, like a wounded lone wolf. He struggled hard, but the more he struggled, the tighter the whip was tied.

"It's useless!" The middle-aged blue shirt yelled, "My whip is made of the finest black gold mixed with a thousand-year-old purple golden vine. It's useless if you struggle! Unless you get to the eighth layer of the day after tomorrow, you struggle with ten thousand catties. Otherwise, I won’t be able to get started at all!"

Chen Feng is crazy on the surface, but in fact he is very calm, thinking of a way quickly.

Suddenly, his hand touched three middle-grade spirit stones placed next to him.

Chen Feng grabbed three middle-grade spirit stones in his hand, and then ran the Bedoruo-leaf gold scripture, the true energy spread all over his palm, and the three middle-grade spirit stones disappeared instantly.

In Chen Feng's dantian, three middle-grade spirit stones were absorbed by the ancient ding. After a while, the ancient ding sprayed out awe-inspiring aura. As usual, Gu Ding confiscated the general aura, but even so, the aura that was sprayed out was equivalent to a half-medium-grade spiritual stone and seventy-five low-grade spiritual stones, very mighty!

The spiritual energy is transformed into true energy, and Chen Feng's strength is constantly increasing.

Three thousand five hundred catties!

Three thousand seven hundred catties!

Four thousand catties!

But it can only stop here, three medium-grade spirit stones, after all, are still too few to allow him to reach a higher level.

As soon as his power reached four thousand catties, suddenly, he felt something broken in his mind.

A trace of Ming Wu about the Guangming Mahamudra came to his mind.

"I understand, I understand, it turned out to be like this! It turns out that the second stage of the Guangming Mahamudra is the real start, and it was just an introduction! It turned out that the second stage of the Guangming Mahamudra is like this. !"

Chen Feng closed his eyes, feeling excited and constantly experiencing the glimmer of understanding.

At this time, the middle-aged blue shirt could completely kill Chen Feng, but he wanted to torture the secrets of martial arts from Chen Feng, so he didn't take any further action, just standing not far away and constantly humiliating him. Seeing Chen Feng's eyes closed tightly, he thought he was unwilling to accept his own humiliation, and sneered: "It's useless if you close your eyes..."

So he didn't notice that Chen Feng's hands moved in a small area, forming a small seal.

According to a hint of understanding in his mind, Chen Feng constantly realized that his hands unconsciously formed this Dharma seal. At the moment when the Dharma seal was formed, with his two-handed Dharma seal as the center, a majestic and heavy force suddenly radiated. This force was defensive and had no offensive power, but it was very strong.

Soon, this force unexpectedly formed an inverted bell-shaped protective gas shield around Chen Feng, covering him in the middle, and then constantly squeezing it outward. The whip that was originally tightly bound to Chen Feng was squeezed out continuously, and it made a creaking sound. Finally, with a loud noise, the whip was directly cracked and broke in two!

"Ah!" The middle-aged blue shirt let out a distressed scream, shocked in his heart, and looked at Chen Feng in disbelief.

He never thought that Chen Feng would have the strength to break his whip. You know, this whip can withstand ten thousand catties of power!

"How is it possible? How is it possible?" He cried frantically: "How is it possible? How can you break free? How can I break my whip?"

He was about to collapse under the excitement.

"Let the little master tell you how it is possible!" Chen Feng opened his eyes and laughed loudly. After regaining his freedom, he relentlessly launched an offensive against the blue shirt middle-aged. The golden handprints continued to condense, fierce. Incomparably, violently blasted towards the middle-aged blue shirt.

The middle-aged man in the blue shirt is basically using the whip technique. At this time, the whip is abolished, and his strength has gone to 80%. He is not Chen Feng's opponent at all. He retreats in embarrassment and is tired of coping.

If you observe carefully, you can find that although Chen Feng's big mudra is still fierce and domineering, there are some subtle changes in it, making it even more difficult to deal with.

Finally, the middle-aged man in the blue shirt was hit by Chen Feng's abdomen with a palm, vomiting blood, kneeling down.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" The middle-aged man in blue shirt knelt on the ground, crying and begging for Chen Feng, who was constantly approaching. Kneeling on the ground like a dog, begging Chen Feng to raise his hand.

Chen Feng remained unmoved and continued to approach.

The middle-aged blue shirt howled: "Don't kill me, I will give you martial arts secrets...I will..."

Chen Feng looked down at him, looked at his ugliness, was very happy, and smiled coldly: "I'm not rare!"

Slapped the Tianling Gai with one palm!

He took a deep breath, knowing that this place shouldn't stay for long, and scoured the middle-aged man in the blue shirt. The harvest was quite fruitful, and I got ten middle-grade spirit stones and an old thread-bound book, which should be the secret of the whip technique of the ‘Thirteen Types of Back Strike Soft Whip’.

Chen Feng didn't have time to take a closer look, put these things away, put away the litter of wolf pups who were still holding pig bones and gnawed away, and quickly escaped.

……

Here is a cliff. The wall stands thousands of feet and is as straight as a knife. It is difficult for birds to cross.

Here has been two hundred miles deep into the Aomori Mountains, almost out of the range of the Aomori Mountains. If you go inside, there will be very powerful monsters that are unpredictable.