I can't be a demon

Bang, bang, bang.

One person and seven ghosts were fighting non-stop.

Shen Lian looked around the corpses in the martial arts hall and found that the scapegoats were dressed differently.

The 100-year-old scapegoat released by Tian Xian was wearing a gray-black robe without any pattern, and seemed to be a [registered disciple] of Gao's martial arts hall.

The scapegoat with a practice of 500 years had a long robe decorated with landscape patterns, and was a [direct disciple].

As for the scapegoat with a practice of 1,000 years [Coach Zhou], he was not in the martial arts hall.

"The higher the practice of the scapegoat, the more obvious the effect of the pig sand."

Shen Lian stretched his waist, picked up the ghost gourd and drank while watching Tian Xian, occasionally stuffing a handful of poisonous grass into his mouth to promote the practice of horizontal training.

The four-door horizontal training has already achieved a small success, and it is estimated that the poisonous grass in the fruit core can be eaten smoothly and completed.

He also practiced the three-door pile method at the same time, and there was strength flowing in the meridians, and he unknowingly reached the level of initial glimpse.

"I hope the scapegoat can imitate the inner alchemy, otherwise it will be in vain."

Hiccup.

Shen Lian drank the medicinal wine and took a few more pills from the ghost gourd.

He felt the medicinal power nourishing his body and soul. The size of the Yuandan was much larger than when he just promoted. Once it was completely transformed into a physical entity, he could step into the second realm.

"Ahhh!!!"

Tian Xian was covered in blood. He relied on taking a big medicine to forcibly injure the seven scapegoats. Fortunately, as long as there was pig sand to harvest, the injuries would not matter.

He breathed a sigh of relief and looked for Shen Lian's figure with his peripheral vision.

"You should leave Gao's martial arts hall as soon as possible. The strong man can easily attract the peeping of ghosts. It is safer to be in the midnight of Yongcui Street before Ying Zhenjun comes. I can guide you in the direction..."

Click.

The sound of the rope breaking sounded.

Tian Xian's hair stood on end. He noticed that a scapegoat with a 500-year-old practice had landed, and the resentment in the martial arts hall surged.

"You, you, are you looking for death?!"

Shen Lian stood half a meter away, and all his strength had been withdrawn to his Dantian.

Only three breaths of inner alchemy remained.

The scapegoat imitated the inner alchemy technique, and soon a faint strength emanated outward, eager to tear Shen Lian into pieces.

Tian Xian's pupils shrank slightly.

He cursed inwardly a few times. The scapegoat with five hundred years of practice was different. After eating the strong man, if his appetite was still not satisfied, he might turn his attention to himself.

"You lunatic, running to Gao Laozhuang to seek death!!!"

Tian Xian endured the severe pain and climbed up, intending to withdraw from the martial arts hall immediately. No matter how important resources are, they are not as important as one's life.

The scapegoat has begun to move, and a strong resentment is blowing in his face.

Tian Xian looked at the strong man, who was standing still in the same place, obviously scared of the five hundred years of ghosts.

"You are asking for trouble..."

clang.

The extremely dazzling knife light flashed by.

Tian Xian was over 40 years old. He was also a warrior. It was only by chance that he entered the Tianpeng Sutra and left the status of a strongman.

He had never seen such a level of swordsmanship.

Perhaps the other Jinwu Guards could see it wrongly and think that the swordsmanship was blessed by secret techniques, but Tian Xian understood that it was the ultimate martial arts close to Taoism! !

The true meaning of martial arts! ! !

Nowadays, all warriors are strongmen, and they have all become blood-eating meat baits to attract demons.

How long has the true meaning of martial arts not appeared? Not only does it require a talent that is one in a million, but it also requires a state of mind that is focused on martial arts.

Since Tian Xian entered the Tianpeng Sutra, even though he practiced martial arts from time to time to nourish his mind, his fist and palm skills have obviously regressed, and he relies entirely on internal strength to exert his power.

The resentment stopped abruptly.

"How is it possible that there are warriors... who can fight against demons for five hundred years?"

The head of the scapegoat was soaring into the sky, and the incision was extremely smooth.

Tian Xian subconsciously touched his neck. The true meaning of martial arts gave him the illusion of being there, as if his head had already fallen off.

"Hehe."

The tip of the bone blade picked up a pig sand.

Shen Lian sheathed the knife, and the pig sand fell lightly in his hand. Then he tried to refine it through his spiritual consciousness, and the pig sand shrank little by little.

A strange three-way force surged into the lower dantian.

[Three-way inner elixir (first glance)]

"It's really useful."

However, pig sand is not without disadvantages. The three-way force bred by ghosts is extremely turbid, mixed with a faint resentment.

If Shen Lian uses pig sand to promote the Yin-Yang Qi Posture that he mainly practices, it will not only easily affect the foundation, but also pollute the Yuandan.

Three-way inner elixir is fine.

What he wants is to achieve perfection in inner alchemy. Other shortcomings can be forgiven, and at most he can spend some energy to eliminate resentment.

Tian Xian came back to his senses and realized Shen Lian's exposed spiritual consciousness belatedly.

This warrior is actually in the sixth level of Yuandan, but among the thousands of warriors in the Tang Dynasty, it seems that only a few are only in the fifth level of Xiantian, right?

Even if he was promoted not long ago, he is still the best warrior.

"Little brother, only the Tianpeng Sutra can refine the pig sand safely. If a warrior enters the body with resentment, his foundation will be completely destroyed."

"Got it."

Shen Lian glanced at Tian Xian and stepped heavily with his right foot.

Rumble.

The air wave rolled up, and Tian Xian couldn't help but fly backwards.

Tian Xian heard the sound of the knife, and then a large number of ropes broke at the same time, and then there were hundreds of scapegoats breathing heavily.

He looked at the martial arts hall covered with smoke and dust.

Tian Xian's expression was stunned. The so-called warrior actually grew to more than three meters, with muscles like rocks all over his body, and blood like rainbows. The terrifying sense of oppression was not like a warrior at all.

Then, the scapegoats surrounded Shen Lian at the same time.

Tian Xian only saw a three-meter figure moving around.

"Warrior? Could it be that a warrior at the sixth level of Yuan Dan can awaken some kind of magical power?!!"

Tian Xian's face turned pale. Shen Lian's existence simply overturned his previous understanding of martial arts.

As both were in the sixth level of Yuandan, he felt that his strength was far inferior to Shen Lian.

Shouldn't martial artists decline?

"Will the commotion be too big? Are you trying to destroy the entire Gao family martial arts hall?"

Chapter 97 The inner elixir with scales

Ghosts were moving around, including a disciple with five hundred years of practice.

Moreover, Tian Xian found that the other three martial arts halls were rioting due to resentment, and the scapegoats were ready to move because of Shen Lian.

On the one hand, it was Shen Lian's behavior of cutting leeks that angered the ghosts.

On the other hand, the ghosts all noticed the rich blood and qi emitted by Shen Lian, which was the most superior blood food, and eating it greatly increased the practice of Taoism!

Bang.

A pig sand broke through the window and fell beside Tian Xian.

Tian Xian couldn't help but pick up the pig sand, but found that Shen Lian seemed to be afraid that the pig sand would be damaged, so he gave it to him for safekeeping. Then, there was a constant stream of pig sand thrown into the martial arts hall.

Tian Xian's face turned pale, and he instantly felt countless prying eyes.

It was too late for him to leave Gao's martial arts hall. Because of Shen Lian, he was afraid that he would be targeted by Gao's martial arts hall.

"What is his origin..."

"Martial artist?"

Tian Xian looked at the martial arts hall, and a giant of more than three meters was looming.

If Shen Lian was a martial artist, then he had practiced martial arts for twenty years and was completely useless. How could a martial artist be able to fight nearly a hundred demons?

It must be a Taoist priest.

But since he was not a disciple of the immortal family of Gao Laozhuang, why did he participate in the Gao family's wedding...