"Is it still like learning to destroy her meridians?" Wang Foer was frightened.
Ma brothers ha ha a smile, some deliberately sold it, asking him to have wine with the whole city of tears.
Chapter 276 Door Seventy-two Pulse Spells ()
Wang Foer’s slight one leng has turned white. The Ma brothers all said that the fire cloud is the most outstanding dharma maker of the xi he family, and he is going to Wuzhuangguan to learn skills. Don’t ask, don’t know, it must be to learn the authentic seventy-two-pulse spell.
It is said that the master of the previous generation of Bailudong was also inspired by the 72-pulse spell of Wuzhuangguan, which led to the creation of the fairy gate method of Bailudong, and dozens of them were copied directly from the 72-pulse spell of Wuzhuangguan.
Although everyone in Middle-earth China says that the authentic 72-pulse magic of Wuzhuangguan Gate is as famous as the 100 kinds of reading methods of Dalantao Temple, Wang Foer knows that the reading methods of Dalantao Temple, though exquisite, are far from Wuzhuangguan Magic. The reason is that there are few great schools in Middle-earth China with a history of more than 10,000 years in Wuzhuangguan, and there are many experts who have survived the apocalypse by magic alone. Compared with Dalantao Temple, it is difficult to choose monks with three minds.
Moreover, there are several doors in the machine art that are also extended from the 72-pulse spell of Wuzhuangguan, such as soul printing and painting, which is simply one of the authentic spells of Wuzhuangguan Gate.
It can be said that the study on the technique of the first sect in Wuzhuangguan Taoist School can be found in King’s Landing School.
Thought of here, Wang Foer nodded again and again. "It turns out that the fire marshal’s practice is a 72-pulse spell of Wuzhuangguan. No wonder her qi is weak but she is very firm."
Ma brothers laughed together and were very proud.
Ma Beng-yun said to Wang Foer, "Don’t look at our fire, Yuner’s martial arts didn’t even sink into nine, but a spell is actually my second master in xi he’s rebel army, and even Wu Shidao, the sixteenth guard of Jixuan’s Xiqiao Army, has eaten and suppressed her hands."
Back in Wutong Village, the Ma brothers were less wary, chatted less and restrained. Four people talked about it, and it was also the first time that Wang Foer came to this world to drink a few mouthfuls. He felt that the wine was very light, sweet, waxy and delicious, and then a sense of wine gradually came to him, and suddenly it was a little hot and dry.
I don’t know how Wang Foer actually remembered his native earth for a while. At that time, he just picked up a foreign language girl and made a little money. He often took the girl secretly to eat barbecue and drink beer in the middle of the night. It was very happy.
Cooked mutton tastes worse when you eat it without salt and sauce than when you eat it for a long time. It reminds me of my parents and friends chatting online, watering, picking up girls and playing games. Happy Wang Foer suddenly wants to enlarge her tears.
After all, the whole city of tears is more careful to see Wang Foer depressed and quietly reach out to the jade hand to let Wang Foer hold this move and let him gradually calm down and sing loudly.
"Tai Chi gave birth to heaven, earth, sun, moon, and youth, and all the weeds came back to life, with a armor of 300,000 troops to drive thousands of miles, but when you see a hundred dying people, you will think about women and children, solitary six dragons and control the red sun, and Lapras will enter the blue dome, like the Five Shadows, and you will know who can sink into the cave, and the immortal trees in Kunlun will live forever and eat jade and jade …"
Don’t say that the Ma brothers don’t even know what he sings in tears. Wang Foer kneaded the ancient poems he usually recited upside down and roared out. Later, even he didn’t know what he was singing.
With the strength of wine, Wang Foer jumped out of the cabin, and every step of the way was empty. The lotus flowers shook their hands and the sleeves were covered with golden scales, and the nine-foot stick was dancing wildly.
It’s already the middle of the month. After singing and dancing wildly, the golden scales suddenly point to Yuehua, a light silvery moonlight. His mind pulls and merges into a straight line and shoots to the sky.
With the light of this moonlight, Jin Linmu attached to it. With Wang Foer’s exhibition of sticks, Jin Linmu twisted a group of silver light as if it were an extra month.
He was so half-baked that the whole Wutong village people almost saw a cold female voice in a wooden house and said, "This Wang Shifang is also a master of magic. Is this to be a Ma Wei for me?" It’ s not my eyes to recite the moonlight in a small area! "
Another soft female voice dissuaded and said, "Yuner, your temper is really too hard. This Wang Shifang’s moonlight recitation is just enough, but his five-lotus recitation has reached the point where it is the most difficult to practice recitation in Daluotuo Temple. This Wang Shifang is afraid of truth, and you may even be better than me!"
"Sister xihuang, how could you say such a thing? You have perfected the practice of repairing heaven with Xihuang. Even if there are Ji Xuan and Ji falling in love with martial arts in the Xiqiao army, can you be better than these two people? "
Xihuang sighed slightly and said, "I feel vaguely that there will be great changes this time!"
More and more moonlight shines on Wang Foer. A piece of wooden house in Wutong Village is penetrated by moonlight to see the fire. There is a gorgeous woman sitting opposite the ground, dressed in colorful flowers, who looks as proud as a phoenix at first glance. What kind of man can’t wait to die for her if he sees Xihuang’s face.
Xihuang is only seventeen years old at first glance, but if she looks at it for a long time, she will feel that she is thirty-six or seven, otherwise how could she be so mature and rich? After a few more eyes, she will feel that she is younger than she is, and it is impossible to judge her age.
The cloud of fire is also an excellent beauty, but Xihuang’s side was immediately compared with it.
Wang Foer whistled, and all the horses practiced moonlight condensed into white essence. He reached out and touched his hand, earning a golden scale wood. This big treasure wheel moonlight recitation is not directly related to the struggle, but to seal the moonlight energy. The weapon’s belongings have the ability to break evil spirits.
Chapter 277 Door Seventy-two Pulse Spells ()
The golden scale wooden stick body shines with silvery charm lines. When the moonlight gradually penetrates into the whole stick body, the original golden wood grain of the golden scale wooden stick shines again.
The cloud of fire is low and exclaims that Qiao’s face is indifferent to breaking "he can add permanent evil-breaking attributes to a lance …" Even Xihe Huang can’t help but move her to give Wang Foer a high evaluation, but she didn’t expect this young man to recite dharma and practice it.
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Although the moonlight recitation of Dabao Wheel can endow a weapon with the property of breaking evil spirits and making it a magic weapon, it can be a temporary magic weapon, which can make this recitation last for a long time, but it will only last for a few days at most. If you want to keep it forever, you must continue to bless your mind for decades.
Wang Foer, this golden scale wood is a weapon carried by a monk from the Great Courtyard. Although the martial arts of the monk is not high in mind and worse than that of Buddha Tuoshi, it has a long life span and lived for more than 120 years. This golden scale wood has been with the monk for more than 100 years since he was a teenager, and this has become a magic weapon of the Great Courtyard.
The fire cloud is also a master of magic. Although he studied the Dharma in Dalanda Temple, the principle of it is that one method can be used to solve all problems. How can he not be surprised that Wang Foer can permanently bless the moonlight to break evil spirits?
"This young man’s mind is as deep as the abyss. The unfathomable Daluotuo Temple in Wang Yang proved to be my demon clan. It’s a pity that I, the xi he clan, have never been out of the master class and failed to push Xihuang to the first level!"
Huo Yuner bit Bei’s teeth and turned to Xihuang and said, "If this man is really worth wooing, I am willing to make sacrifices!"
Xihuang shook his head with a sigh and said, "Even my sister can make sacrifices, but it’s a pity that this person already has a lover around him, and I think Wang Shifang’s brow is full of worries and worries. Although he is not founder and simple, he is very opinionated and beautiful, afraid that he can’t move his mind."
When the cloud of fire looked up to see it again, Wang Foer had already collected the golden scales and walked to the cabin. Her face was crystal white and like jewels, and her face was a little cold.
"I’m xi he, there is no powerful fighters in otherwise how dare he JiXuan to covet my family for thousands of years to inheritance! I don’t I’m not reconciled! Sister Xihuang, how can we let the clan continue? "
Xihuang sighed gently and said, "My family has lived in this land since the non-dove dynasty, and I don’t want to have it in my hands for three generations, but I have become a vassal of others. If Xihuang, the sixth generation, had not driven away the xi he family and lived in harmony with me, how could we be afraid of Jixuan’s little time?"
HuoYunEr couldn’t help but ask, "Sister Xihuang, I heard from the old people in the clan that at the beginning, our xi he clan and the Xuan Shui clan jointly built a cyberwar city. If we can find the secret treasure of this clan, we will not be afraid of the army of Xiqiao. Sister Xihuang, do you always stop the warriors in the clan from looking for it?"
Xihuang sighed and shook his head without saying a word, saying, "All the chiefs of the past dynasties have given orders to the war city, but it is not only the most powerful war weapon, but also sealed an evil devil. If he comes out, he will surely kill us both in xi he and Xuanshui. I don’t know if this is true, but I don’t want to take risks."
The cloud of fire rushed out of the Xihuang room with a jerk.
Xihuang smiled bitterly and shook his head for a long time before he said lightly, "This silly girl wants to go back to her room and cry again."
Wang Foer’s mind became more sober when he dispersed the wine. He smiled and said to Ma’s brothers, "The two marshals have arranged for these tens of thousands of refugees, and I dare not disturb the two rest again."
See Wang Foer Fujian both got up and left the room with tears. Wang Foer deliberately stretched with him and looked very ambiguous.
Both of them didn’t expect that it would be five or six days since they lived here. Wutong Village was busy burning fire, the only major festival of xi he people. There were sticks cut down and tied into torches everywhere.
It is said that Xihuang, an ancient god beast, would emit a fire every 5,000 years, and then regenerate a more gorgeous feather. Every time after changing its old appearance, Xihuang’s power would double and fall off. If the old feather was not burned out, it would be covered with colorful light all day long, which would not only lead to diseases but also prolong life.
Xi he, a descendant of Xihuang, holds a fire festival every May to burn down the old clothes and furniture stored at home, and then all the ethnic groups change their clothes, dance wildly, and feast happily for days.