The first Buddha in history

What the Lei family practiced was a kind of original skill called "Thunderstorm Yin", which was only suitable for cultivators with Leiling roots. Almost all the direct disciples of the Lei family practiced this kind of skill, but according to the different stages of practice, The exercises obtained are somewhat different.

The source exercises are almost the same, but there is a big difference in the choice of external exercises.

Lei Ming's opponent was a young man named Lei Hong, who was at the Golden Core stage, and for this reason, Lei Ming himself suppressed his cultivation and fought against Lei Hong.As soon as the two jumped onto the stage, Lei Hong smiled, "Brother, please try my new Lei Jian!"

After finishing speaking, Lei Hong pinched a few spells, shouted loudly, and a thunder light rolled up flat on the stage, and escaped into the air, gradually revealing the appearance of a sword.

"That's right." Lei Ming nodded appreciatively, but didn't move, allowing Lei Hong to move.This time the difference in cultivation between the two was too large, and most of the fighting skills were given advice, so Lei Ming just waited for Lei Hong to let go of his hands and feet, and he could respond one by one.

Lei Hong opened his five fingers and closed them suddenly. Immediately, the Lei Hong sword was so majestic that it almost illuminated the audience. Numerous tiny wires wrapped around Lei Hong's sword, making a "ssi" sound. As Lei Hong swung his fist down, countless Lei Si flew out of Lei Jian and pressed towards Lei Ming.

The smile on Lei Ming's face did not change, and he also opened his hands. His fingers moved as fast as phantoms, and he shot down Leisi one by one abruptly. When Leisi touched the ground, he immediately hit a long mark. The scar was about a finger deep, which showed that Leisi was not as harmless as it seemed.

It's just that this trace appeared on the table for a moment, and the table was completely new, without any trace of fighting skills, so it was obvious that it was also a treasure.

Lei Hong pursed his mouth, opened his eyes wide, and opened his mouth to spit out a bead.

The white bead flew towards the Lei Jian at the side, like a fish in water, suddenly the Lei Jian was divided into ten, arranged in one, two, three, four, and then flew towards Lei Ming one after another.Only then did Lei Ming change his expression slightly, showing a little seriousness.

"Huh? That seems to be the sword cultivator's differentiation method, and brother Hong used it well." A man in the audience said in surprise.

"It should be with the help of the previous bead. It should be the dharma bead that stores the sword intent. It was raised by Brother Hong, and now it can be combined with Lei Jian. It's a good idea." Another man laughed.

"Brother Hong always likes to think about these things. Hahaha."

The monks on Xie Zhenghong's side also expressed admiration.In the eyes of these people, the fighting between Jindanqi is almost like a child's play, but the low-level monks have more ideas, and they will use skills to make up for the lack of skills.Although Lei Hong's move cannot be said to be unprecedented, it can be called intentional.In practice, if you follow the path of the predecessors every step of the way, you will only lose your self and go crazy in the end.

When Lei Ting saw this, he showed a little satisfaction.

I thought that only Lei Ming and Lei Jun among the younger generation could watch it, but this little guy is a bit smart.

Seeing that Lei Ming was trapped by his thunder sword splitting, Lei Hong immediately took out an eight-treasure gourd from his storage ring.

"Eight Treasure Gourd, Wind!"

Hearing an order, the gourd blew out a violent gust of wind, and the wind blades slashed towards Lei Ming one after another, hitting the gaps in the sword array one after another.

"Hey, Brother Ming, how about my move?" Lei Hong said with a smile.

There was no sound from Lei Ming for a while.

Suddenly there was a rumble of thunder on the stage, and several thunderbolts descended from the sky, and the overwhelming momentum continued to surge, one after another, smashing the sword array and the wind on the stage without a trace.

Lei Ming's figure gradually appeared, his hands clenched into fists, and he laughed loudly.

"Brother Hong, you really surprised me, haha." After speaking, the figure rushed to Lei Hong in an instant. Lei Hong was about to order the eight-treasure gourd when Lei Ming covered his mouth with his hand and punched Lei Hong again. Hit towards Lei Hong.

Falling off the stage, Lei Mingsheng.

"Brother Hong, your trick is pretty good, but its power needs to be strengthened." Lei Ming said with a smile.

"Brother Ming will bully me, stop beating me." Lei Hong put away his flying sword and gourd, broke into the brothers and sisters happily, and was ravaged by Hao Yitong.

Lei Ming looked at the field again, "Please show mercy to the next brother."

The people in the audience could clearly see that when Lei Ming was suppressed by Lei Hong's sword array and the eight-treasure gourd before, he couldn't help showing a trace of the coercion of the Nascent Soul cultivator. Although he restrained quickly, the people in the audience As long as the cultivation level is higher than Lei Ming's, they can almost see clearly.

However, such things are understandable, after all, suppressing one's own cultivation is easy to say, but it is difficult to completely suppress it after getting used to the fighting style of the Nascent Soul cultivator and returning to the level of the Golden Core Stage cultivator.When he was in Daochun Middle World, it was precisely because of this that Gui Yuanzong specially practiced something like "Prisoner Pill Lock".

The next one to go up was also a Nascent Soul cultivator, and the fight was very powerful, but that was all.

Xie Zhenghong glanced around and found that many monks looked a little lazy.Those who can sit here are almost all in the out-of-body stage. Watching the battle between the monks in the Nascent Soul stage is indeed a bit boring.The quite innovative way of fighting like Lei Hong's before can also lift their spirits, but now such a well-regulated fighting method seems meaningless.

Probably realizing that everyone was absent-minded, Lei Ting smiled cheerfully, "Now is just the time for Pindao to check the cultivation progress of the children at home. If you have something to do, you can leave as much as you want."

"Where is there, there are many outstanding disciples of the Lei family, we people have a different experience watching it." A monk said quickly.

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately got a lot of echoes.

"Senior Lei Ting, I'm a little tired, and I want to go back to rest, please forgive me." Xie Zhenghong stood up and said slowly under the surprised eyes of everyone.

"Yes." Lei Ting nodded, "Fellow Daoist, just go and rest."

"Thank you." Xie Zhenghong lowered his head, put the well-fed idiot on his shoulders, bowed slightly towards the crowd and left.

As for the voice behind him, Quan pretended not to hear it.

"I also find it very boring." Wen Chunxiang yawned and said, "I thought their fighting skills could give you some hints, but it turns out that they are not salty or bland, and they are too polite to fight." Probably because of their Because of their kinship and living together, no one dared to fight to death in front of Lei Ting. They were able to fight each one with ease. In the eyes of these monks who had experienced swords and fires, they were really children playing.

"Senior, what do we do now?" Xie Zhenghong asked with a smile.

"How do you say that?"

"We came here for Thunder God's Crusher, but we didn't get Thunder God's Crusher. If we leave now, we can go to the next place." Xie Zhenghong said calmly.

After all, there are a lot of valuable materials, and hard work can still afford jade.

"Where's the nun who is pregnant with the treasure? I still feel a little familiar with her." Wen Chunxiang was a little reluctant to leave, and talked about him from left to right.Just kidding, he and the little monk worked so hard to get a weed for monsters to eat?This is obviously inconsistent with their previous style!

"Senior, can a poor monk be able to deal with things that you can't distinguish but are still familiar to you?" Xie Zhenghong asked hesitantly.

Wen Chunxiang: ...

Huh huh!

It seems to be the case.

Things that he feels familiar with, in a place like the Setting Sun Great World, are likely to kill people.

In the end, I was still more worried about the little monk than my own curiosity, Wen Chunxiang said, "Then, let's go." If it really caused unnecessary trouble because of my curiosity, I would really be killing myself up.

"Okay, senior." Xie Zhenghong saw that Chunxiang had figured it out, and he was in a good mood.

Senior is good at everything, but he still can't change his previous domineering style. He needs to change it, otherwise senior will definitely suffer from it in the future!However, the seniors take the soft and not the hard, it's better to figure it out slowly.

Maybe God couldn't bear the heart of Xie Zhenghong leaving just like that with a Lightning Breaker. The two of them had just walked two steps when they saw Meng Xinxuan chatting with a young man in the Nascent Soul Stage.Immediately, the two flew out sneakily, not knowing what to do.

Both Xie Zhenghong and Wen Chunxiang were stunned.

"Pfft, little monk, it seems that your chance is irresistible." Wen Chunxiang couldn't help laughing.

Xie Zhenghong smiled wryly, everything had happened before his eyes, so it was really inappropriate to just leave like this.

"Little monk, do you want to go and have a look?" Wen Chunxiang didn't know why he asked so cautiously. He thought he was worried about the little monk's face.

There are not many demon kings who have done good deeds like him and have become more and more successful.

"Yeah." Xie Zhenghong nodded, and cast a spell to restrain his breath, turning into a light and flying in the direction where Meng Xinxuan and the two left.

Locking on the breath of the two, Xie Zhenghong hid to the side.

This is a back garden with plenty of aura.

Wen Chunxiang's eyelids twitched, couldn't it be what he thought?

Sure enough, Meng Xinxuan and the young man kissed as soon as they were talking. The cassock on her body disappeared instantly, revealing her glistening flesh, and rolled on the spot.

After working on it for a long time, did you post it while no one was coming?

"Xuan'er, I miss you so much."

"Brother Hui~, me too, it's just that Miss Ting is watching too closely."

"Who told you to approach her? I didn't expect her to have so many thoughts. Come on, sweetheart, let me kiss you again."

"If I don't approach her, how can I enter your Lei's house?" Meng Xinxuan laughed.

Another burst of lewd voices came.

"Don't look, little monk, you have the eye of a needle!"

After Wen Chunxiang finished speaking, he directly blocked Xie Zhenghong's perception, and said angrily.

Xie Zhenghong really wanted to say, Senior, when you sang "Eighteen Touches", you had transformed many similar scenes and transmitted them directly to his consciousness. It was much more popular and abnormal than this.