As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

In front of the broken bone flute, Jiang Ming stood still, seemingly listening carefully, but there was nothing in his heart.

"There are those few words back and forth..."

Jiang Ming sighed softly in his heart. When Li Yuankang and others tried it just now, he had listened to it several times, but the words he heard back and forth only totaled more than a hundred words, and there was a lot of content missing.

And when he played in person, there was no difference, the Dao voice he heard was still those words...

"However, this is already a surprise. This hundred-character fragment is obviously related to tempering blood energy. It seems to be a breathing method. Go back and study it. It may be of great benefit to the foundation of martial arts!"

"Huh? Not good..."

Jiang Ming's heart skipped a beat. After he injected spiritual power and listened to the Dao sound again, the Dao sound in the bone flute suddenly disappeared, and he could no longer hear the hundred-character fragments, only the The whining sound, not even the raving.

"Could it be that after being urged to move the bone flute and hear it in its entirety, the sound of Dao will disappear?"

Jiang Ming made a random guess, then stopped thinking. The most important thing at this moment is to stabilize the situation.

"Don't panic... Zhou Quan didn't know that there was a sound in this bone flute..."

Jiang Ming comforted himself, the more he panicked, the more he revealed his secrets. As long as he didn't panic, no one would be able to see anything.

He continued to maintain the posture of listening carefully until he felt that the time was about the same as the others... Then he reluctantly stepped back from the bone flute, shaking his head with unwilling disappointment on his face.

"I can't hear anything..." Jiang Ming sighed softly, "Could it be that I'm not talented enough? I don't have enough opportunities?"

The people behind showed such expressions, Zhou Quan also smiled, and comforted him: "Fellow Daoists are no better than giving up on yourself, it seems that there is really nothing in this bone flute... If any fellow Daoists want to study it, I will sell it at a low price." Already!"

Several people shook their heads in unison, no one wanted to waste spirit stones on this thing.

Jiang Ming secretly heaved a sigh of relief, it's fine...no one noticed the clue.

He glanced at the shrewd Zhou Quan, who probably wouldn't have imagined that his treasure would just be scrapped like this...

"But only I can hear the sound of the Dao, why? Could it be that the sound of the Dao is related to martial arts, so people with high martial arts attainments can hear it?"

Jiang Ming thought to himself, but it's hard to tell what happened only when he saw this bone flute.

"By the way... that thunder bow!" Jiang Ming's heart moved: "If that bow is related to the Black Stone Ruins, is it also something brought out from the Black Stone Ruins, and whether there was a Dao sound attached to it...after being heard just disappeared?"

He couldn't help but wonder if a force like Fire Lotus Valley has mastered many kinds of Daoyin scripts and fragments of the Black Stone Ruins...

But there is no answer to these, unless Jiang Ming meets someone from Fire Lotus Valley again...

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After appreciating treasures, it's a banquet to meet the wind...

In the afternoon, the casual cultivators of Xiaoqian Mountain bid farewell and left.

On the flying wine gourd, Jiang Ming and several others made a copy of the Foundation Establishment Comprehension bought in the group purchase, and they were all satisfied. This one harvest alone made the trip worthwhile.

"I'm going to fight for the Black Stone Ruins thirty years later!"

In front of the wine gourd, Li Yuankang, who had been turning his back to everyone, suddenly spoke, his voice was ethereal in the wind, but it contained a sense of firmness.

Everyone was stunned. No one in Xiaoqianshan knew that Li Yuankang was the most unrestrained generation. He was unrestrained and free all his life. He only loved good wine, and he didn't like to fight with others. He was a good gentleman of Xiaoqianshan.

Li Yuankang has never participated in the immortal chance, the Da Neng cave, why did he suddenly change his nature now...

"Only in the face of death can you know what fear is!" Li Yuankang murmured, his white hair fluttering in the wind, and his unrestrained and unrestrained figure also looked a little stooped at this moment...

Only then did the rest of the people come to their senses, that's right... this good gentleman from Xiaoqianshan has no more lifespan.

Everyone in the world is fighting for crossing, who can really look down on life and death...

"Black Stone Ruins..." Jiang Ming murmured in his heart, causing some waves...

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Canghui Mountains.

In the morning, the mist filled the air.

Jiang Ming stood at the entrance of a cave, playing a set of fists casually.

However, his breathing was extremely different from usual, it was longer and longer, containing a certain special rhythm.

After a while, Jiang Ming's breathing suddenly became disordered, and he stopped punching...

"This breathing method is really good, but it's a pity that it is incomplete, and there is no way to practice it outside..."

Jiang Ming shook his head, feeling a little regretful.

What he obtained from the incomplete bone flute that day was an unknown martial arts breathing method for body training. After returning to Hongyang City, he carefully comprehended and practiced it for a few days, and then came to the Canghui Mountains to really practice stand up.

"This breathing method can't increase my blood energy, but it can temper my blood energy, making it more condensed and vigorous. Even if I haven't broken through the bottleneck, it makes my martial arts cultivation base more solidified and powerful..."

Jiang Ming took a few deep breaths to calm his boiling blood, and then waved his hand to slash in the air.

boom……

A streak of crimson blood burst out from his palm, turned into a bloody horse and slashed out, like a streak of crimson lightning piercing through the void, slashing straight for about forty feet before dissipating.

"When I didn't practice this breathing method, my blood strength could only reach more than 30 zhang. Now I have practiced for just over a month, and I have made such a huge improvement!"

"However, the speed of condensing has gradually slowed down, but this is normal... If the blood force can cut more than fifty feet, I am afraid that it will be difficult for me to meet opponents during the Qi training period!"

For a cultivator in the Qi training period, the attack distance of spells is only twenty or thirty feet, and even with the blessing of a magic weapon, it will never exceed fifty feet...

Jiang Ming was a little startled. He had searched for Xiaoqian Mountain for a long time, but he had never seen such a powerful martial art. It was just a broken breathing method, which was so powerful. If it was a complete exercise...

"That's definitely a skill above the foundation-building level of martial arts!"

Jiang Ming took a deep breath. Maybe he could still break through with the collection of spiritual materials and elixir in the foundation of martial arts, but the subsequent exercises were completely gone. Unexpectedly, there was another village, and now he encountered a clue... …

"I don't know how the Blackstone Ruins will develop. It would be great if we can catch some leaks by then!"

Jiang Ming murmured in his heart, as for rushing directly into the Black Stone Ruins? That is absolutely impossible...

He stretched himself, and rode the flying sword back to Hongyang City.

Tomorrow is the time when we agreed to go back with a few Xiaoqianshan casual cultivators. After more than a year of rectification, Xiaoqianshan is now completely stable, and many fellows are rushing back one after another. After all, the aura of Hongyang City is still too thin. It's okay to be free for a while, but if you live here for a long time, you will be useless.

Jiang Ming is also planning to take advantage of this time to go to the black market to see if he can find something. There are spirit stones in his pocket, so why bother killing things that can be bought with spirit stones...

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Xiaoqianshan.

Jiang Ming walked in the middle of the golden rice field, couldn't help taking a deep breath, feeling the rich aura flowing through his body, and felt much more refreshed.

"Go home and have a look!"

Jiang Ming hurried back to Xiaoqing Peak with ease, skimmed past the Lingtian at the foot of the mountain, and was about to return directly to his small courtyard, but landed on the edge of the Lingtian with a light sigh.

"Old Guzi?" Jiang Ming looked at the old man with dull eyes and dirty body, and almost didn't dare to recognize him.

Two chapters released together~