ah? The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

Live broadcast in the temple, the sea monks watched this strange scene...

The young female cultivator punched a turtle with a shrunken head until it reached its shell.

As if punching was not enough, the long sword was unsheathed and a cold light filled the air.

The long horizontal sword reflected her faint smile. Every time the sword struck, a circle of water would spread around her feet.

"This, this attack is a bit harsh."

"The sword is a good sword. Otherwise, if she used it like this, the blade would have been broken."

"But I have to admit that she has become more and more skilled in using Jingxin's Incarnation Technique under her series of attacks."

The first level of Zhenwu Transformation Technique is a passive move. Even when you close your eyes and fall asleep, your body still maintains an invulnerable and powerful state. However, if you consciously strengthen one part individually, you can withstand more powerful blows.

The little turtle closed his eyes and shivered, and then blue lights lit up to protect himself.

True combat experience can only be gained by taking a beating.

Du Xinghe sheathed his sword and said, "I've tried two moves, don't just let me hit you."

"I have no weapons..."

As soon as Jingxin stretched out his head, he was met with a stick.

He covered his forehead and saw what was floating around him. Wasn't it the Rakshasa stick he had borrowed?

Just as Jingxin was about to accuse Du Xinghe of throwing a stick at him, she looked over with a puzzled look on her face: "Why do you want to catch the stick with your head? Forget it, pick it up and hit me."

"But I don't know how to use a stick."

Jingxin raised his face, his watery eyes showing a clear sense of stupidity.

The Rakshasa Stick Sutra was created by the abbot of Wanfa Temple. The eyes of all the sea monks turned to the abbot, as if asking -

Isn't this your cub? Shouldn’t I get all your true heritage?

Du Xinghe frowned, took the Rakshasa stick from his hand, and demonstrated it to him.

She didn't plan to switch to stick technique. She had only played with this set of sticks a few times since she got it. Most of the time it was to teach Shen Shui. Later, she let him practice it by himself, so she practiced this set of Rakshasa stick skills just average. , thinking that he is just a showman but has no strength... Even so, in the eyes of the host and the sea monks, he is still much better than Jingxin.

The host was shaken when he saw it: "Anyway, the stuffing is in human form, so let's put a turtle shell on her..."

"No, host! Then he will become a hermit crab!"

When Du Xinghe saw that Jing Xin had taken the stick and swung it in the same way, the stick technique was ineffective, so he gave up training with him for the time being.

She placed her gaze on the Xuanwu statue and said thoughtfully: "Jingxin, you said that if you want to leave the trial place, you need the approval of the Xuanwu clone, right?"

Jingxin nodded.

Du Xinghe asked him to continue and tell all the details he knew about the Xuanwu clone.

Under the painful gazes of the sea monks, Jingxin poured out beans and said: "When we understand the first three levels, we can use a drop of blood to summon the Xuanwu clone. It will compete with us. We don't need to defeat it, as long as we show what we have." If we learn the Three Levels of True Martial Transformation Technique and gain its approval, it will send us back to the temple... When we return to the temple, I will introduce my father to you! Treat you to some scallops!"

The sea monks of Wanfa Temple are secluded from the world, but they have lived for such a long time and accumulated experience in making turtles.

As soon as Jing Xin said this, his own blood could no longer be saved.

Fortunately, only one drop is needed.

Sure enough, Du Xinghe turned around and smiled gently: "Jing Xin, we are friends, right?"

"Yes, yes," Jing Xin patted her chest: "I can help my brothers!"

"That's great."

Du Xinghe was even happier.

After two breaths, Jingxin looked at the small gash on his fingertips that had been opened by the sword with tears in his eyes - he could stab his brother twice, but he never thought he would be stabbed twice by his brother! Fortunately, the cut was not deep, and it almost healed after he licked it.

The light red blood fell into the pool and disappeared instantly.

The pool is clean and clear, and you can see the pebbled bottom at a glance.

It was such a calm and ordinary pool, but after falling into Jing Xin's blood, sudden changes occurred.

Blood beads penetrated the pool like arrows and fell downwards.

Invisible objects move around in the pool, shattering the tranquility of the pool.

Something seemed to be rushing up from the depths of the pool. It rose higher and higher and became clearer and clearer. The water gushing out of the pool formed a slender human figure, with a pair of golden vertical eyes looking at it coldly. He looked over and attacked with a trident in hand!

Such a straightforward approach, she likes it!

Jingxin, who summoned the Xuanwu clone, saw the two people fighting fiercely, and was afraid that it would affect him. After retracting his turtle shell, he slowly rolled to the corner...

He felt that he was doing it very secretly, but unexpectedly, the whole temple saw him.

It's a bit embarrassing.

The incarnation of Xuanwu has no intelligence, and is just a projection of the remaining power of the original deity, but it is still powerful enough to crush all levels. The trident swiped across her shoulder, making a harsh sound like swords clashing.

Whether from a literary or biological perspective, it is extremely difficult to imagine that human skin can make such a sound.

The blue light from the Zhenwu Transformation Technique lit up.

Every time he lit up, he blocked a blow for her.

This is the defense of the Golden Sea Body!

Just as Du Xinghe was sighing at what a terrifying defensive inheritance the descendants of Xuanwu had mastered, the real descendants of Xuanwu were huddled in a corner and trembling. The splashes of water were as sharp as blades, and stray bullets scratched on his turtle shell. The shrill and terrifying movement.

What frightened Jing Xin the most was that his new friend was laughing while beating him.

He quietly took a look and saw that his good friend's arm was covered in paint and the blood was pouring into the pool.

Jing Xin was startled and found that she was smiling even more happily.

...Who is this?

Du Xinghe discovered that the Xuanwu clone was holding back its energy. None of its moves were killing moves, and it was like free sparring.

Half an hour later, Xuanwu's incarnation turned back into a pool of water.

Not having enough fun crossing the galaxy, he patted Jing Xin's turtle shell and asked him to donate two more drops of blood.

After two more rounds, Xuanwu Point could no longer be summoned.

Jingxin murmured: "You can only summon it three times a day."

Du Xinghe looked at herself. Under the high-intensity confrontation, her spiritual power was exhausted, so she had to sit cross-legged and meditate.

She meditated behind closed doors while calling the system: "I want a sparring partner in the spiritual space."

System: [Host, you need to stop thinking about what you are talking about. 】

Du Xinghe changed his mind and said: "In many palace fighting novels, it is mentioned that a man dotes on a woman, and the ultimate experience is the experience on the bed. Some authors also set up that beautiful women will compete for favor before entering the palace and ask their mothers to teach them. A way to please a man, then I just want a similar sparring partner.”

The system suspects that the host is doing something that cannot pass the trial, and has obtained preliminary evidence.

Du Xinghe: "It's just that the other party's Fangzhongshu must be based on what I set."

The system gave in and accepted to give her a Fangzhongshu training partner.

It's just that the flow rate of time is one to one with the outside world, preventing the host from being addicted to the intramural technique.

The system said: [Actually, a host made the same request before, but in the end she found that the simulated person tasted a hundred times better than the emperor, so she gradually became passive and slow in work, and was no longer willing to sleep with her. Ask the host to distinguish between virtuality and reality. 】