Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Ning Zhenzhen perked up and said in her mind: "Inside the stone wall?"

"The orb inside the stone wall is not an ordinary orb." Fakong smiled and said: "Congratulations, junior sister, for discovering a rare treasure."

"What's the magic use?" Ning Zhenzhen asked.

Fakong said: "It should be a legendary cloud bead that gathers the energy of clouds and mist."

"The energy of clouds and mist, spiritual energy?"

"It's spiritual energy."

"But why once an hour?"

"It's caused by the lack of power to activate it." Fakong said: "It needs to be activated to gather the energy of clouds and mist, and gather the spiritual energy."

Ning Zhenzhen said softly: "Senior brother..."

"Since you have encountered it, you are naturally destined to it." Fakong said: "With this bead, you can reach a higher level."

He knew what Ning Zhen really meant.

I want to give this to myself.

But this bead is really precious to Ning Zhen, but it is useless to herself. The effect is not as good as that of her own Xiaoxi Paradise.

Compared to Yunzhu, that ball is more powerful.

The cloud beads gather the spiritual energy of this side of the world, while the round ball absorbs the power of the void.

"Okay." Ning Zhenzhen nodded lightly and suddenly clapped his hand.

This palm dances like a butterfly, light and elegant, without any sense of power or speed, only lightness.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound.

The white jade palm fell lightly to the stone wall. The stone wall seemed to shake and made a muffled sound, as if someone was hitting the stone wall.

Su Xingchen was dumbfounded.

"Bang!" Ning Zhenzhen gently slapped the stone wall with another palm, imprinting on the original palm print, and the stone wall trembled again.

Su Xingchen said hurriedly: "Sect Master..."

Ning Zhenzhen slapped another palm and printed it on the original palm print.

"Squeak..."

Centered on the palm print, dozens of cracks spread out like a spider web.

Ning Zhenzhen flicked his sleeves.

"Bang!"

"Crash..."

Luo Xiu's stroke was made with force, like the impact of a flood, causing the cracked stones to begin to collapse.

"Huh?" Su Xingchen looked at the collapsed stone wall in surprise and found a small hole behind it.

The hole was only the size of a fist and one meter deep.

Inside the cave is a jade box. The green jade box is vaguely filled with mist, which makes it look particularly weird.

Ning Zhenzhen reached out and took out the jade box.

Suddenly, a strong spiritual energy hit his face. Su Xingchen perked up and blurted out: "This is it!"

Ning Zhenzhen nodded lightly and opened the jade box. Inside was a white bead the size of a dragon's eye.

Its shape is round and flawless, as clear as crystal, with a faint mist flowing in it, like clouds floating in the sky.

"This is...?" Su Xingchen said in surprise.

Ning Zhenzhen handed it to Su Xingchen: "Yunzhu, which gathers cloud energy and spiritual energy, can be said to be a treasure."

"Is there such a treasure?" Su Xingchen took it and carefully felt the rich spiritual energy contained in it, and couldn't put it down to play with it.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Senior Sister, this is what you discovered, and it belongs to you."

"This can't be done." Su Xingchen shook his head and played with it: "This is what you discovered, sect leader, and it belongs to you."

Ning Zhenzhen laughed and shook his head.

Su Xingchen said: "Sect Master, if you take it with you, everyone will benefit."

If Ning Zhenzhen carries it, the surroundings will be filled with spiritual energy, which will be of great benefit to the disciples' cultivation. …

This is much better than taking it all to yourself.

Being strong does not mean you are strong. The entire Jade Butterfly Sect disciples are strong. That is true strength. No one in the world of martial arts dares to bully the Jade Butterfly Sect anymore.

Ning Zhenzhen looked at Su Xingchen.

Su Xingchen looked at her calmly: "Sect Master, I'm not lying, you should take it with you!"

"...Okay." Ning Zhenzhen saw her sincerity and sighed secretly.

The senior brother said that he could not be sincere because he was afraid of being hurt, but seeing these lovely people, how could he not be sincere?

Su Xingchen looked at the stone wall, handed the cloud beads to Ning Zhenzhen, then flew his palms and slapped them continuously.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Continuously taking pictures around the stone wall, one after another palm prints are imprinted on the stone wall, some are deep and some are shallow, one foot deep and half a foot shallow.

She slapped more than a hundred palms in one go, her cheeks turned red, she had exhausted all her strength.

Ning Zhenzhen smiled and said: "Sister, I use gentle strength, and I apply it in one place, it's different."

"It's the same if it's different." Su Xingchen hummed, "The gap is indeed too big."

Ning Zhenzhen's palm print was only an inch deep. It seemed that his cultivation level was low, but the real damage was already a foot deep.

And my palm print is only one or two feet, and the damage is only one or two feet. The difference between the two is so big that it cannot be measured in miles.

Su Xingchen said: "Sect Master, I still have to practice with you."

"It couldn't be better." Ning Zhenzhen smiled and said, "I can also save some thoughts."

Su Xingchen felt dizzy when he heard this and said hurriedly: "I promised that I won't care about those trivial matters."

Ning Zhenzhen looked at her funny.

Su Xingchen said: "You also know that I have never been able to do that."

"Then we had to fight for the sect leader with Second Senior Sister and the others."

"That's because they are too soft-tempered." Su Xingchen snorted: "When they become the sect masters, we, the Jade Butterfly Sect, cannot hold our heads high."

Ning Zhenzhen said: "If you are not strong enough, you will easily get into trouble if you are too strong. What Second Senior Sister and Third Senior Sister did is right."

"It would be better to die than live a useless life." Su Xingchen hummed.

Ning Zhenzhen smiled and shook his head: "Life is still important, so let's go and go back as soon as possible, so that everyone can benefit more."

"Let's go." Su Xingchen turned around and looked around.

She wanted to see why the guys hadn't come yet.

With such an astonishing cultivation level, the sect master couldn't handle those people from Divine Sword Peak with his hands on it? A good meal can also relieve anger.

Unfortunately, they moved too slowly and couldn't catch up.

A quarter of an hour after the two left, a group of masters from Divine Sword Peak fired at them at high speed, instantly surrounding the entire valley.

Twenty-four Divine Sword Peak masters, as if facing a formidable enemy, slowly surrounded them on the treetops, and finally arrived at the valley.

Finally came to the stone wall.

The four middle-aged swordsmen looked solemnly and stared at the stone wall, their eyes wandering between the palm prints and cracks.

"Uncle Master..." the heroic young man said dejectedly: "They probably knew we were coming and escaped in advance."

"Escaped?" A stern middle-aged man sneered, his eyes turned from the stone wall to him: "Come and take a look at this."

The Yingwu young man actually looked at them for a while and felt that these palm prints were nothing. Although they showed profound cultivation, there were many of them, and the masters, uncles and uncles might not be able to do this. …

Seeing his disdain, the stern middle-aged man sneered: "You think they are nothing more than that, right?"

"...Yes." The heroic young man nodded.

The cold middle-aged man turned to look at the disciples behind him and waved: "Ding Hua, come here and take a look."

Ding Hua stepped forward solemnly and stared at the stone wall, not missing any part.

"What can you see?"

"Are they practicing palm power?" Ding Hua said softly: "The cultivation level is indeed profound, but..."

"But what?"

"This side..." Ding Hua looked at some cracks.

The cracks that Ning Zhenzhen photographed did not completely collapse, but a part remained. Next to it was Su Xingchen's palm print.

"What did you see?"

"It seems that the cultivation level is deeper." Ding Hua knew that there were two people, so he speculated that the crack and the palm print were not the same person.

"What do you think of her cultivation?"

"This..." Ding Hua hesitated, shook his head and said, "The disciple can't see through it, but I think it should be deeper than the palm print."

The cold middle-aged man suddenly slapped his palm backwards.

"Pa!" The hard stone left a palm print, one foot deep, like a mark on tofu.

The heroic young man hurriedly shouted: "Uncle Jiang is awesome!"

The stern middle-aged man glanced at him and waved his hand to shut him up.

The other young people were originally ready to flatter the horse, but they stopped abruptly to avoid patting the horse's legs.

Ding Hua looked at this palm print, then looked at the other palm prints, and said softly: "The cultivation of these two people is so profound?"

The cold middle-aged man glanced at the heroic young man and hummed: "This time, you are lucky, and they are not bloodthirsty, otherwise..."

He shook his head: "The cultivation of these two women is more than enough to destroy our group."

Ding Hua hurriedly said: "Uncle Jiang, are they so powerful?"

"We can't even hit this palm." The stern middle-aged Jiang Fengshou pointed at the crack and hummed.

Ding Hua looked confused.

"You can touch it and see." Jiang Fengshou said.

Ding Hua stretched out his hand to gently touch the crack, dived in and explored it with his palm strength, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.

Jiang Fengshou frowned, reached out to hold his back, and then flew out with Teng's face turning red.

He sprayed an arrow of blood in the air.

"Old ginger!"

"Uncle Jiang!"

Everyone was in an uproar.

Jiang Fengshou floated down in the air, his face flushed as if he was drunk, he floated back to his original position and looked at Ding Hua.

Ding Hua's face was pale and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

The heroic young man was secretly afraid.

He had already guessed that this must be because the palm energy was still attached to the stone wall, condensing and not dissipating. As soon as it touched, he encountered a counterattack.

What kind of terrifying palm power is this?

Master Jiang was injured with just the strength of his palm.

I didn't think so at first, thinking that Master Jiang was exaggerating to boost others' ambitions, but now I don't dare to think so anymore.

"Old Jiang, are you really that powerful?"

"You can give it a try." Jiang Fengshou said angrily, "Just give it a try."

"I'll give it a try." A gentle middle-aged man said with a smile, "This is too weird."

As he spoke, he pressed his palm against a crack.

"Bang!" He flew backwards and sprayed a bloody arrow in the air.

Jiang Fengshou shook his head.

The other two middle-aged swordsmen were also curious, and they pressed a crack one after another, and then they also flew out, spurting blood in the air.

Although they knew that the crack had strong palm power, they had concentrated on dealing with it, and even used the force-relieving method in advance, they still couldn't remove it, couldn't dodge it, and were still injured.

They secretly gritted their teeth. The strength of this palm was so weird, so soft and soft that it didn't seem to be a threat, but it could avoid the obstruction of their own strong energy and hit their internal organs.

No matter how gentle the power is, no matter how powerful the internal organs are, after the two collide, they will still vomit blood and be injured.

"sharp!"

"Awesome, awesome!"

"Evil!"

"This is the Flying Butterfly Palm that has entered the realm of transformation." A middle-aged man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a sullen face and said solemnly: "It is very likely that Mo Youlan is here in person."

"Mo Youlan!" Everyone's expression changed.

If they were still somewhat resentful and unwilling to the Jade Butterfly Sect, then they were truly afraid of Mo Youlan.

Many masters of Divine Sword Peak have died in her hands, and Mo Youlan is definitely the top master.

It is said that her Qinggong is also very good, and it is not easy to besiege her.

If they knew it was Mo Youlan, they probably wouldn't have come over, but would have sent stronger experts over.