Starting from the outer door, single-handedly challenge the cultivation world!

Following Sikong Changming's attack, the expressions of those disciples changed in the gambling house.

"How is it possible, a new inner disciple, how could he have such a strong strength!"

"Fuck, this rotten wood is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger! It must be a veteran, pretending to be a newcomer to touch porcelain."

Many people are puzzled by the fierce means displayed by "Deadwood".

Generally speaking, the newly promoted disciples who entered the inner sect are all at the level of complete energy channels, and rarely have the talents of the spirit pool.

But as soon as Sikong Changming made a move, he showed Lingchi Xiaocheng's cultivation.

And the fighting skills are extremely powerful, directly crushing the "Fat Dragon"!
Such a performance, in the eyes of others, is obviously an old disciple who has been fighting for a long time.

"Which old disciple is taking advantage of the newcomers to fish in troubled waters!"

"Hey, Fat Dragon is also unlucky. He wanted to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, but he met a tough guy."

Amid the chatting and laughing of a group of disciples, the contest between "Deadwood" and "Fat Dragon" has come to an end.

He was punched by Sikong Changming until he vomited blood.

As the opponent, "Fat Dragon" already understands that the "rotten wood" in front of him is definitely not an opponent he can challenge.

Seeing Sikong Changming approaching step by step, he still wanted to punch again.

He quickly backed away and quickly opened the distance.

"No more fights, no more fights, I admit defeat."

Before the words fell, Feilong jumped off the fighting platform directly.

He bared his teeth, glanced at the "rotten wood" on the battle platform with some resentment, then turned and left.

At the same time, the identity jade plate on Sikong Changming also quietly shook.

A piece of news came quickly.

"Leigu battle, victory: [-]"

Sikong Changming flipped through the jade dish with a calm expression.

It's just a victory, and for him now, it's just an appetizer.

After thinking about it, he got off the stage, took off his mask, and went to the casino again.

According to the corresponding odds, even if [-]% of the interest was taken away.There are still more than [-] pieces, and the essence pills are in the account.

After all, he could earn three Baicao Pills through a single fight. Sikong Changming was also a little surprised by such huge profits.

He had a little calculation in his mind, but for some things, the resources he only had were more abundant than outside, and the means of profit were more abundant, so when the disciples entered Inner Mongolia, their cultivation base would improve rapidly in a short period of time.

Sikong Changming didn't think too much, and put the original Jingwan under his name again.

He thought secretly in his heart, considering his current cultivation base, at least in the realm of Lingchi, no one could be invincible.

The previous fat dragon is the most obvious example.

The cultivator who had achieved great success in the spirit pond couldn't please him.

In a mere day, the name of Deadwood became famous in the casino.

As a rookie who appeared for the first time, he defeated several masters in a row on the battlefield.

"I can assure you that this must be some old thing that has been repackaged to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger here."

"How can a normal disciple have such a strong combat power?"

"It's you. Look at the eight consecutive victories. If you continue to fight like this, who can be his opponent in the spirit pool realm!"

"What a sinister person, until now he has only shown the cultivation of Lingchi Xiaocheng. Looking at the traces of his fighting skills, how can he be a newcomer with that kind of skills and the appearance of knowing how to do them at his fingertips."

Having said that, as Sikong Changming's attention increased.

Those pills betting on him also increased more and more, reaching hundreds of thousands in the blink of an eye.

Sikong Changming waved his sleeve robe on the battle platform.

The air of thunder and fire, accompanied by the roar, swept the embarrassed opponent off the battle platform.

In one day, there were eight consecutive battles.

Even for Sikong Changming, there is no small burden. At this moment, the mana in his body is gradually exhausted.

"Forget it, come back tomorrow."

He lazily exhaled, and then gave up.

Jumped off the fighting platform, ready to go home.

For him, the life of the inner door is more comfortable than the outer door.

This kind of high-intensity fierce battle is full of risks in the eyes of some monks.

But for the current Sikong Changming, it is an excellent way of cultivation.

He had just stepped off the battle platform when he saw a figure approaching him quietly.

A woman with a graceful figure and a beautiful expression, wearing a white fur robe, walked up to Sikong Changming.

The woman's red lips moved slightly, her eyebrows and eyes revealed a charming style, and her pair of wonderful eyes lingered on Sikong Changming's body.

"My concubine is a flower moon, I would like to ask my fellow Taoist to tell me about it, is it possible?"

"Say something."

Sikong Changming said very bluntly, without squinting.

Let you be charming and charming, and I will block it from a straight man.

Facing Sikong Changming's attitude, the woman raised her brows and remained calm, but she felt a little more disdainful in her heart.

"I thought he was a newcomer with great potential, but I didn't expect him to be a fool."

This kind of heartfelt words will naturally not be put on the table.

The woman smiled brightly, her long eyes were filled with amorous feelings, and there was a charming and charming attitude.

"Fellow Daoist is straightforward. It seems that he is a cultivating Daoist with one heart, and his future is bound to be limitless in the future."

"I have an unfeeling request, and I want to invite you to join Yuelou."

That extremely explicit external performance made Sikong Changming feel alarmed.

He instinctively felt that the other party might practice some kind of unique technique.

Join Yuelou?

Sikong Changming suddenly remembered some things mentioned in those inner door manuals.

He suddenly realized, and then stretched out his hand to point in the direction of Fangshi.

"Since you are a fairy from Yuelou, let's go to Fangshi and find a secluded place to talk."

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

This is true in the mundane world, and it is also true in the world of practice.

Even among the many disciples of the Great Cold Peak, there are forces that form groups one after another.

Any force that wants to survive for a long time must constantly replenish its efforts to maintain the overall vitality.

Flower Moon, obviously represents a group.

Previously, Sikong Changming, under the pseudonym "Deadwood", killed all sides on the battle platform, winning eight consecutive victories.

That kind of amazing performance is beyond the reach of ordinary Lingchi disciples.

Therefore, the moment Sikong Changming ended the battle, Huayue quickly stepped forward to make connections.

Seeing that Sikong Changming finally made some sensible moves, she nodded with some satisfaction.

With a reserved smile, he took the initiative to walk in front of him, and brought Sikong Changming into the market.

For many monks in the Great Cold Peak, Fangshi is a veritable gold selling cave, where many transactions are carried out.

Huayue took Sikong Changming into a simple and dignified restaurant, and talked for a while.

The content between the words is nothing more than making all kinds of dazzling promises.

Persuade Sikong Changming to join Yuelou, sign a contract, and work hard for Yuelou.

However, some real practitioners are fools.

Before he really figured out the influence of Yuelou, Sikong Changming would not easily open his mouth to promise.

He just made a vague statement, expressing that he should think twice before acting.

Although Huayue felt a little sorry for his statement, she did not force it.

After leaving the communication method, he left gracefully.

However, he looked at the appearance of that slim figure leaving.Sikong Changming suddenly thought of something.

Turning around, the guy from the restaurant was already standing beside him, looking at him with a smile on his face.

"A pot of spiritual tea, a table of side dishes."

"Chenghui 120 essence pills."

The restaurants that can be opened during the visit to the city naturally provide dishes that are carefully prepared for monks to eat, so the price is not cheap.

Even so, when paying the money, Sikong Changming inevitably felt a little pained.

He fought with others eight times on the battle arena, and his daily income was only more than a thousand pills.

It cost more than a hundred yuan for a meal, and it was just when I was talking with Huayan.

Sikong Changming looked at the female cultivator and kept dropping his chopsticks.
At that moment, Sikong Changming vaguely felt something was wrong.

At this moment, I reacted belatedly, and suddenly realized that I seemed to have been fooled.

More than one hundred pills may not be too much of a burden for Sikong Changming today.

But you must know that it is impossible for ordinary monks to be like Sikong Changming.

Even though he fought several games a day, he still had enough energy left.

For them, the income they get from performing various tasks in a day is only around a few dozen to a hundred pills.

In contrast, eating a meal here is enough to spend a day's hard work.

Sikong Changming looked back suddenly, only to find that the figure of the female cultivator had already disappeared into the crowd.

He looked weird and glanced at the guy beside him.

In the end, he settled the accounts and returned to his cave.

Compared with the outer sect disciples, the practice life of the inner sect disciples has completely changed, and the disciple jade plates in their hands also have various magical functions that cannot be imagined.

In addition to being able to check your own essence pills, Su Liang, it also has the function of sending and receiving messages.

Even after Sikong Changming poured mana into the jade dish, he saw messages flashing one after another at the same time.

"Is this the chat hall?"

In a trance, Sikong Changming seemed to have returned to his previous life, chatting with friends using those electronic products.

This night, for the first time, Sikong Changming did not take a break, but instead held his disciple's jade plate with great interest.

Looking at the news of the big disciples emerging from the jade plate.

Sure enough, swiping the phone, no, swiping the jade plate is the joy of life.

The boring stuff of practicing is also worthy of being called life?
In the early morning, Sikong Changming reluctantly put down the jade plate.

Said with some guilty conscience.

"The way of practice is to relax and relax."

Although verbally he disdains hard practice, but physically he is extremely honest.

He hastily closed his eyes, took out a Baicao pill, refined the power of the medicine, exhaled spiritual energy, and recovered the mana he had consumed before.

When the sun rose, he hurriedly jumped up from the cave, and turned to another peak of the Great Cold Peak.

Today is the day for a teaching elder in Dahanfeng to give a sermon.

This is not a small temptation for Sikong Changminger.

In my previous life, I only saw the so-called lectures and teachings from those novels.

And in this life, he has been worshiped in the Lanshan School for more than three years, and he has never heard of any real profound classics.

This made him look forward to this sermon.

On Jinguang Cliff, streams of morning light spilled from the sky, passed through the clouds, and reflected on the peak.

The dazzling peak looks empty and holy.

A figure sat cross-legged on the lotus platform, in the most eye-catching position.

It seems that he is independent from the world, and has the temperament of being a real immortal.

This is the Great Cold Peak's teaching elder, Su Chunqiu.

Beside Su Chunqiu, stood a crystal clear jade bell.

As the sun got higher, he estimated the time and flicked his fingers.

The mana fell into the jade bell, and the crisp bell of the ethereal mirror rang.

Although the jade bell is small, the sound of the bell can be heard across the entire Great Cold Peak in an instant, traveling a long distance.

Looking at the black and black in front of him, a large area of ​​disciples was sitting.

Su Chunqiu had no expression on his face, he just practiced mudra and said:
"Given today,..."

The teaching elder's voice was very soft, and it was blessed by the magic technique, and it rang in the ears of every disciple.

Sikong Changming's position is extremely low among many disciples.

He looked at the many monks sitting cross-legged without saying a word in the front row, and was shocked.

There was silence for a moment.

I thought that in the Great Cold Peak, the strength of the disciples would be very high.

Now that I think about it, I still underestimate this treasure land of practice.

Surrounding the teaching elder, there are tens of thousands of disciples listening to Taoism.

The closer the disciple is to the elder, the stronger the coercion emanating from his body.

Standing at the end, Sikong Changming looked around, only feeling a kind of instinctive fear.

It's like seeing a beast.

He counted carefully in his mind and discovered a shocking fact.

Looking at the inner sect disciples of the Great Cold Peak, the monks in the spirit pool realm.about half.

Just a hundred feet away from that elder.

The cultivation base that can enter the range of Baizhang is at least above the realm of Dharma Aperture.

Even looking at the few disciples who were sitting next to the elder, exhaling and enlightening, the aura of each of them was even stronger.

"So many people?"

"It is said that cultivating immortals is extremely difficult, and you can choose one out of ten thousand."

At this moment, Sikong Changming has the illusion that his spirit pool is everywhere, and his magic hole is not as good as a dog.

The preaching level of the teaching elder is not low.

Starting from the most basic realm of Qimai, he walked all the way through the Spirit Pool, entered the Dharma Aperture, and finally until he manifested himself.

For today's Sikong Changming, this is exactly the opportunity he could only dream of.

There is a serious gap between his current Taoism and cultivation, and he even seems out of place.

Although he studied and enlightened in the Enlightenment Cave for ten years, he mixed more than ten exercises and created his own practice method.

But in the final analysis, this is also the income of one person behind closed doors.

Even today, Sikong Changming has not preached or discussed the Fa with other people.

Even Sikong Changming gained a lot after listening to that elder's Taoism.

Confirming with his own Taoism in his heart, he finally said sincerely from the bottom of his heart:

"Although there are quite a few flaws, the subtleties are remarkable. He is indeed a master of the Tao."

As soon as these words came out, Sikong Changming suddenly felt a silence around him.

The next moment, a creepy feeling hit my heart.

The surrounding disciples looked at him in astonishment.

It made Sikong Changming blush.

After finishing the calf, he spoke out what was in his heart.

At the same time, Su Chunqiu, who was about to leave after finishing his lecture, also stopped.

He stood up with an immortal air, and suddenly took a step from the lotus seat.

The next moment, it had already appeared in front of Sikong Changming.

The teaching elder looked at Sikong Changming with a smile on his face and said slowly:

"A lot of flaws? Remarkable?"

"What's your opinion on the Taoism of the poor?"