I can upgrade my body

In front of the gate of Poyun Mountain, people fell on their backs and wailed.

The long-bearded old man who was the instigator laughed loudly: "It is rare to have your energy and blood in the realm of divine power!"

"Can you let me see the blood marks on your body?"

Qin Mo didn't have any hostility towards this old man with a long beard. From the moment he appeared until now, he didn't have a trace of murderous intent. He just wanted to test him.

He also knew what the other person wanted to see, so he took off his shirt directly, revealing his strong, angular muscle lines.

He stirred up his energy and blood, and fine blood lines gradually appeared on his body.

A bloody dragon head gradually appeared on the chest, ferocious and lifelike.

Li Qingfeng, who dared to come, was secretly frightened when he saw this bloody dragon head.

"The blood-patterned dragon head... is really a dragon-binding post!" Elder Nie exclaimed, and then said: "Li Qingfeng, I'll leave this to you. I'll take this kid to worship the mountain!"

Qingfeng Li looked at the dozens of people lying on the ground and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

You two are fighting, can you find a place further away?

Qin Mo followed Elder Nie into the gate of Broken Prison Mountain.

"Boy, what's your name? My name is Nie Kong." Elder Nie asked.

"Qin Mo."

"Where did you learn this dragon-binding stake?" Nie Kong continued to ask.

Qin Mo also knew that if he didn't explain these issues clearly, he might not be able to worship at Broken Prison Mountain Gate, so he could only say softly: "I bought this at the auction of Yunwu City in Yunzhou, but it only has the first three turns. Cultivation method.”

"The practice of Dragon Binding Stake is too extreme. Even in the Prison Breaking Sect, very few people practice it. You can get this Dragon Binding Stake and practice it to the realm of divine power. It can only be said that the sky will never stop the Dragon Binding lineage." Nie Kong felt a little emotional.

It is normal for the martial arts to wander outside, because most disciples with mediocre qualifications will leave the sect and return to their hometown or find another way when they see no hope of breakthrough.

In this case, it would be difficult for the sect to restrict the spread of the technique.

However, these disciples basically have no access to subsequent exercises, only the first few levels of exercises.

If those who have obtained the Wandering Skill want to continue practicing, they can only look for the source of the skill like Qin Mo and then worship the mountain.

As a result, the sect discovered that many of these people who worshiped the mountain were talented people, so they simply did not ban them.

Anyway, just keep the rest of the technique from being leaked.

The prison gate covers a large area, with majestic palaces, towers and pavilions, and various buildings that are dazzling.

But as he walked, Qin Mo found that Nie Kong was taking him farther and farther into the countryside, and the farther he went, the more desolate he went.

Finally, we came to a dark wood forest.

bang bang bang~~~

There is a large open space in the middle of the black wood forest with more than a dozen black wooden stakes, but only four disciples are using it.

Three men and one woman.

Among them, according to Qin Mo's perception, the woman's Qi and blood were the strongest, reaching the Bone Forging Realm, while the other three were only at the Blood Strength Realm.

After seeing Nie Kong, the woman with short hair and wheat complexion came over and said, "I have met Elder Nie."

"Honghan, this is Qin Mo. He has also practiced dragon binding. Now he comes to pay homage to the mountain." Nie Kong chuckled.

Si Honghan heard that Qin Mo was also practicing dragon-binding stakes and kept looking at Qin Mo.

There was nothing shy about this woman, but Qin Mo was a little uncomfortable with her gaze.

"Okay, you can communicate slowly in the future. Where is your master?" Nie Kong asked.

"Master's health is getting worse. When the weather gets cold, he can only stay in the house." Si Honghan looked gloomy.

Now we are getting ready for winter, and the temperature is dropping quickly.

But Qin Mo sounded a little strange. According to normal principles, even a strong blood warrior can withstand the severe cold with strong qi and blood, not to mention that the weather is not very cold now.

"Is the situation getting worse and worse?" Nie Kong sighed slightly after hearing the news about his old friend.

"I'll take you there." Si Honghan said softly.

After leaving the Black Iron Forest Training Ground, there were several courtyards behind.

These courtyards all look old, with mottled walls and moss-covered tiles.

Si Honghan walked into one of the courtyards and opened the door.

The first thing that caught Qin Mo's eyes was a dead tree, with leaves falling all over the ground.

A frail old man was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at the dead tree, seemingly lost in memories.

He seemed so absorbed that he didn't even notice Si Honghan and the others walking in.

Qin Mo looked at the old man and felt a sense of death.

If he were a normal person, he would have died long ago.

But the old man is still alive.

Only when Si Honghan called out softly did the old man get out of his memories.

Si Honghan turned the wheelchair around for him.

"Nie Kong, I didn't expect you to send it to me as a disciple." Ning Zhenyuan said with a slight smile.

"It's been a long time since I've come to see my senior brother, so I stopped by to have a look." Looking at Ning Zhenyuan's old and feeble face, Nie Kong also sighed in his heart.

The former Senior Brother Ning was so high-spirited that even the younger generation of the cultivating sect was swept away by him, and his reputation shocked Baijiangzhou.

But decades have passed.

The peerless genius back then is now confined to a wheelchair, his energy and blood are withering and aging.

"What's so good about you? As a dying man, just take care of these disciples for me after I die."

"I won't accept this young man anymore. Let him join your family." Ning Zhenyuan shook his head.

"Senior brother, you must accept this person." Nie Kong smiled slightly.

"Qin Mo, a native of Yunwu City in Yunzhou, sixteen years old, three turns of the Dragon Binding Stake!"

"This kind of cultivation talent is even more exaggerated than yours back then!"

When Si Honghan heard Qin Mo's cultivation level, his eyes instantly glazed over.

This person is actually a Level 3 Dragon Binding Stake? And he's still sixteen? !

"What?!" Ning Zhenyuan's cloudy eyes flashed and he looked at Qin Mo seriously.

"Are you really a third-level dragon-binding pile?"

He was seriously injured back then, had no cultivation at all, and his perception was even worse than that of an ordinary old man.

"Yes, I came to break the prison door just to practice the skills behind the dragon binding pile." Qin Mo nodded.

"Hong Han, push me to Hei Tielin, hurry!" Ning Zhenyuan seemed to have recovered a little, as if he wanted to verify something.

Return to the Black Iron Forest again.

Ning Zhenyuan pointed to the black wooden tree stumps and said solemnly: "If you can smash all four tree stumps, I will accept you as my disciple."

"Don't look at me now, I'm still more than enough to guide you."

Qin Mo didn't think much about it. Ning Zhenyuan looked lifeless, but that magnanimity was still there.

What's more, based on what happened today and some experiences, Qin Mo guessed that the inheritance of the dragon-binding stake should be with this old man.

Therefore, whatever test he wants to do, he must complete it himself.

Otherwise, this trip to break the prison door would be in vain.

"Qin Mo, this ordinary black iron wood is as hard as iron, and these black iron tree human stakes are made of centuries-old black iron wood."

"Ordinary divine power realm warriors can only leave dents, but cannot defeat them."

Si Honghan reminded me.