Comprehension: Grinding the Gun

Zhan Changsheng stood alone on a high place, and repeated the same trick, building two high platforms to send the brother out of the battle circle.

Without the siege and interception of ferocious beasts on the ground, the fierce birds in mid-air would not be afraid. Pan Ci said, "Ah Li, protect me."

He held the spirit sword across the top of his head with his right hand, pinched the formula with his left hand, and changed his handprints repeatedly. Immediately, wave after wave of spiritual power gathered from all directions and quickly compressed into Pan Ci's spirit sword.

Those ferocious birds and beasts seemed to know how powerful they were, and roared more and more fiercely. Under the stone pillar, a group of beasts charged, and on the top of the stone pillar, all the birds left the rest of the people and rushed down all over the sky, only attacking Pan Ci with all their strength.

Xu Wenli jumped up and landed beside Pan Ci, his sword aura surged, but his complexion became even paler.Zhan Changsheng was not idle, he activated the earth array again, and the stone pillars rumbled and merged into one place.Zhan Changsheng still hastily glanced into the distance, but saw that Zhan Long was so aggressive that he didn't care about the life and death of the three of them, so he gritted his teeth secretly, the spiritual power in the amethyst array was spinning rapidly, and gradually condensed into a water film, covering the three of them week.

Zhan Changsheng did the same thing, bombarding the beasts with steam cannons, but his current cultivation level was far from the one-stop discussion on the arena in the past.The water film gradually swelled to the size of a small hill, and suddenly opened countless small holes, and the hot white air shot out like a sharp arrow, and pierced the chest of several fierce birds that were the first to bear the brunt.

For a while, hot rain and white smoke enveloped the market, and the beasts and birds were all mournful and roared continuously.

The water and fire sprayed very far, even Zhanlong was affected.It's just that the magic gun is strong, and a little heat shock is not a problem, but the very subtle aura of the divine spring contained in it is like a ray of breeze, pouring into his violent sea of ​​consciousness, bringing a little bit of clarity.

That's why the man suddenly stopped, only standing on the back of a huge white rhinoceros, and slowly pulled his palm back from the back of the bloody rhinoceros, in the dark eyes, there was a faint point of not knowing where, where Where is the misty look.

As soon as his offensive slowed down, the group of beasts refused to miss the opportunity. A black panther bent its hind legs and rushed towards Zhanlong's back without making a sound.It was too late, it was soon, Pan Ci's spell finally took shape at this time, and the purple-gold light of the spirit sword in his hand was as strong as the scorching sun, and he shouted: "The soul of the gun is scattered, the bow of the sky is broken, and it is cracked!"

The purple light suddenly exploded and turned into thousands of sword lights, roaring and shooting towards the sky and the earth in all directions.Its power is like a tiger, and its sharpness is superior to a sword. Regardless of the distance, the level of cultivation, and the thickness of the skin, the beasts are pierced all over the body.

There was a moment of silence all around, and the attack stopped suddenly.After another few minutes, I saw countless blood holes appeared in the bodies of those jackals, tigers, leopards, lions, bears, badgers, and cattle. The blood was bright red and glaring.

The dead died cleanly and completely, but the wounded still crawled on the ground, moaning and wailing, but the blood was sucked dry by the earth, and their lives were swallowed up.

Pan Cina's attack did not distinguish between enemy and friend, apart from Zhan Changsheng and Xu Wenli who were close by, even Zhan Long was not spared.A six baht garment was pierced with many holes.

This blow made Zhanlong completely awake. Regardless of the blood on his hands, he turned and jumped onto the stone platform, grabbed Pan Ci's lapel tightly, and shouted in a deep voice: "Who are you? Where did you learn it?" Heavenly Bow Art?"

Ah Li didn't allow him to be presumptuous, regardless of the seriousness of his own injuries, he raised his sword and stabbed, saying in a hoarse voice, "Let go of my senior brother!"

But Zhan Long just raised his hand, and easily grabbed the sword light in his hand, crushing it to pieces.A pair of eyes with remnant demonic energy were cold and cruel, as if he was about to kill Pan Ci immediately, he still asked, "Who are you?"

Zhan Changsheng was also anxious, fearing that Zhan Long would kill Pan Ci in a fit of rage, and then form a vengeance for nothing.He only took a step forward and said in a low voice: "Brother, I have something to say."

Zhan Long said coldly: "You actually intercede for others?"

Zhan Changsheng choked, but couldn't speak anymore.

Pan Ci's eyes lit up, then dimmed immediately, allowing Zhanlong to lift his skirt, and said with a wry smile: "This is the fairy formula handed down by my maternal ancestor, how did Brother Zhanlong know it?"

Hearing this, Zhan Long let go of Pan Ci just now, snorted coldly, but still asked: "Where did your grandfather get it from?"

Pan Ci is a sword cultivator, but all sword cultivators are arrogant and arrogant. No matter what they look like, they are all unruly people in their hearts.Previously, he had tolerated Zhan Long for the sake of Zhan Changsheng. Unexpectedly, Brother Dao Zhan was so unreasonable.

Therefore, he also restrained his face, raised his hand to chop off Zhanlong's wrist, and said coldly: "How do you find out about other people's family affairs?"

Zhan Changsheng sighed inwardly, Zhan Long frowned slightly, the two of them hadn't opened their mouth yet, but the stone platform vibrated rumblingly, and the white light shone brightly.

But it turned out that the group of beasts had shed their last drop of blood, and this formation was finally activated.

The high platform fell apart, Zhan Changsheng tried to call out the wooden slip, but the wooden slip only met him face to face, struggled a few times, and hurriedly retracted it into the Qiankun ring.Zhan Changsheng couldn't help himself, he fell along with the crumbling rubble. Immediately, his waist tightened, he was held in Zhan Long's arms, and he fell on the top of a remnant building.

Brother Pan Ci fell to the ground, and his face was covered in blood clotted mud.

Before Zhan Changsheng called the two of them to dodge, the ground trembled and roared again, and a crack opened in the middle of the street in the market.A golden giant door rumbled up from it.

There are still twelve golden gates, each with a different pattern.

Zhan Changsheng hurriedly activated the simple compass, this time the silver needle spun rapidly, and finally selected the gate with the pattern of a lion.

He put away the array and said, "Let's go..."

Unexpectedly, the golden door with the pattern of a lion had not been opened, but the door on the opposite side suddenly opened.

Strong suction surged in, and Zhan Changsheng couldn't help being sucked into the door together with Zhan Long.

Zhan Changsheng's eyes were spinning, and he felt the invisible waves rushing around him, as if he was thrown into the whirlwind.He was dizzy for a while, his ears were rumbling and roaring, and it was difficult to distinguish things. Even Zhan Long lost his trace.

I don't know how long it took before a big warm hand stretched out from the side. Zhan Changsheng noticed it and immediately held it firmly. go down.

The falling was so violent that the spiritual power of the two of them didn't work at all, but the man turned around in mid-air, and when his back landed, he still held Zhan Changsheng tightly in his arms, making him a flesh pad.

When Zhan Changsheng heard the man groan, he was startled, stumbled and broke free from his arms, and said with tongue-tied words: "Brother Pan, Daoist Pan..."

Pan Ci's face was like gold paper, it took a long time before he propped up his upper body from the grass, raised the corners of his mouth, and said softly, "Have you ever been injured?"

Zhan Changsheng felt weird, but he still remembered Pan Ci's kindness, and leaned over to help him up, "No. This place is..."

Surrounded by bamboo forests, green everywhere, beautiful mountains and rivers, gurgling streams, quiet and elegant.

Just looking around, Zhan Long and Xu Wenli are nowhere to be seen.

Zhan Changsheng frowned, sweeping his spiritual consciousness around, he didn't know why his spiritual power was clumsy, and it was difficult for him to move. The spread of his spiritual consciousness was less than ten feet.

Pan Ci also said: "There is deceit here, longevity, don't use your spiritual power."

Zhan Changsheng felt that something was wrong when he called him so intimately, but seeing Pan Ci's serious expression, his brows frowning into Sichuan characters, he nodded slightly, helped Pan Ci again, and walked along the path in the forest.

After climbing thousands of steps, they found a flat land in a mountain full of bamboo forests, and built three bamboo houses on the flat land.

There is no one in the house, but the windows are bright and clean, without any dust.Zhan Changsheng supported Pan Ci into the bamboo chair and sat down, hesitating for a while, but still said: "Brother Pan Dao, may I check the pulse?"

Pan Ci didn't say a word, just raised his robe sleeves, turned his wrists, and placed them on the table beside him, with an appearance of complete trust.

A monk's pulse diagnosis is to infiltrate the other party's meridians with spiritual power to check the cultivation level or injury. It can only be diagnosed among teachers, close friends, and Taoist companions who trust each other.

If Zhan Changsheng wanted to break his meridians and destroy his dantian after his spiritual power penetrated deeply, it would be easy for him to die immediately.

Seeing that he was calm, Zhan Changsheng felt a little bit more guilty, but he still lightly put his two fingers together on Pan Ci's wrist, and a wisp of spiritual power carefully traveled along the meridians.

This sword cultivator's golden spiritual root is pure and thick, the meridians are broad, the dantian is deep, and the foundation is extremely solid.And because of the water-generated gold, the spiritual power of Zhan Changsheng's water movement traveled through his meridians for a week, and with the help of his natural ability to pass through the divine spring, Pan Ci's internal injuries were repaired to seven or eighty-eight.

When Zhan Changsheng withdrew his spiritual power, Pan Ci's pale face turned better. He breathed a long sigh of relief, but frowned and said, "I don't know where Ah Li and your senior brother went."

Zhan Changsheng was also worried, and walked to the door, looking at the bamboo forest outside the house.As far as the eye can see, there are patches of verdant green, layer upon layer, spreading to the distance, just like the waves of the bamboo sea, boundless.

When the two of them walked all the way before, there was silence everywhere, except for the wind blowing the leaves and the bamboo sea rising and falling, they couldn't hear the slightest sound from the side.

Zhan Changsheng summoned Mao Mao from the spirit pet bag, the young eagle just lost its strength for a while, and recovered very quickly. At this time, it circled in mid-air and fell back on the owner's arm.

Zhan Changsheng said: "Maomao, you should patrol around here and search thoroughly to find the whereabouts of my senior brother and Ah Li."

The young eagle raised its head high, understood Zhan Changsheng's order, and once again soared into the sky, the bright figure disappeared into the blue sky in a blink of an eye.

Zhan Changsheng was so worried that he fell into silence for a while.

In the silent room, Pan Ci's cold voice slowly sounded, "My maternal ancestor's family name is Tang."

Zhan Changsheng didn't know why he brought up this excuse, and didn't answer, just turned to look at him.

Pan Ci smiled slowly, and said again: "The Tang family was very prosperous 700 years ago, but now only a little bit of my grandson's blood remains. I don't see the tombs of heroes in Wuling, and there are no flowers and no wine to cultivate the fields. The ancestors of the Tang family, unfortunately A word becomes a proverb."

Zhan Changsheng's heart was shocked. For one thing, there is indeed a Tang family in the family of cultivators who is as powerful as thunder. He almost unified the three kingdoms of ten continents. His geniuses and scale are so huge that he can almost compete with the Kingdom of God.

However, heaven is jealous of talents, this Tang family hero has been perishing for hundreds of years, and has been harassed by the neighboring sects.Zhan Changsheng happened to listen to the anecdotes of the Jianghu in the market, gossip, and heard all kinds of past events of the Tang family.At that time, everyone sighed, only saying that the way of heaven is impermanent, the prosperity must decline, the emerging family kingdom, the great sect, no one family can match the glory of the Tang family in case of the past.I'm afraid that the god king was afraid and deliberately brought disaster on the Tang family.

On the other hand, the phrase "I can't see the tombs of heroes in the five tombs, and there are no flowers and no wine to plow the fields" is even more thunderous to Zhan Changsheng's ears, because this famous poem was written by a poet thousands of years ago in the Tang Dynasty, and more than half of the children in the Tang Dynasty have read it.

Zhan Changsheng clasped his fingers tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Dao Pan, that ancestor of the foreign family, is there a single name and a Yin character?"

Hearing the taboo of the ancestors, Pan Ci got up solemnly, adjusted his clothes and bowed towards the west, and then said: "The family precepts strictly ordered that this word must not be leaked... so those who know... Yes, Changsheng, it turns out that you are also a stranger .”

This is the default.

Zhan Changsheng's heart surged violently, and the frown between his brows deepened. At first, he only thought that he was an anomaly. Unexpectedly, there were traces left by the predecessors who had passed through everywhere in the Immortal Cultivation Continent. First, there was the former owner of the Baiyu Linglong Pagoda, and then Qingyuan There are immortals and immortals of all ages, and now there is even a familiar Tang Yin.I'm afraid there is another mystery in it.

Zhan Changsheng didn't answer him, but asked again: "Could it be that your powerful Heavenly Bow Jue is the immortal technique created by this ancestor?"

Pan Cisurong said: "That's not the case. It is rumored that our ancestors once met a senior cultivator who used martial arts to enter Taoism. He was extremely tyrannical, and even the king of gods didn't pay attention to him. Comprehend a set of Hundred Soldiers Art. It is rumored that one hundred and eight kinds of weapons are made from guns. , so Senior Meng did not give up and bestowed a set of Tiangong Jue. It is a pity that the Xian Jue has survived to this day, and there are only a few scattered moves left."

Zhan Changsheng vaguely speculated that this senior who loves wine and martial arts is probably his cheap master, Immortal Dragon Slayer.Unexpectedly, Tulong had such a wide range of friends, even the ancestors of the Tang family drank wine together.

Zhan Changsheng sighed secretly, he felt all kinds of clues, as if he could not see the fragments of the clue, and couldn't put them together.

Instead, he recalled another incident, and asked again, "Did Brother Pan remember the first few lines of that poem just now?"

Pan Ci looked at him gently at first, but when he remembered the Que poem, his expression gradually became dignified.

Zhan Changsheng sneered and said, "Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, and the Peach Blossom Fairy in the Peach Blossom Temple, the Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees, and picked peach blossoms in exchange for wine money. I hope that I will die of old age in the wine room, love peaches and become crazy, and look down for Baili Peach Blossom Valley. Layman Taoren in Shanzhen, is it really not the paternal ancestor of brother Dao Pan?"

Pan Ci didn't say a word, but just walked towards Zhan Changsheng, taking out a shining green object from his bosom.