The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 152

"It's tasteless to eat, it's a pity to abandon it!"

After carefully looking at the memory and inheritance surging out of the little golden-scaled dragon for a long time, Feng Qing'an finally gave a tasteless evaluation.

It’s fine if the memory is incoherent, anyway, the incomplete picture can still reveal some things, but even the inheritance from the blood of the Dragon Clan is incomplete, and the slightly interesting cultivation methods and supernatural powers are all incomplete. Not even the name is complete, and there is nothing about the content.

After confirming this point, Feng Qing'an directly interrupted "Send God Art", and had no interest in further exploring it. It was just a waste of time. Instead of pondering these things, he might as well spend his energy on other places.

However, Feng Qing'an gave up exploring, but Ming Longjia did not give up, tirelessly reading the memory inheritance that suddenly surged up, even though these were almost useless.

Feng Qing'an didn't care about it either, after all, his memory was so incomplete, it was impossible to have any influence on Xiao Jiaolong, and naturally there would be no bad results.

oooo~
In the dead of night, with the black dog whimpering, the young man walked into the house, and after seeing that the house had been cleaned up, he nodded with satisfaction, and then began to practice. Since leaving Yongning County, many of his habits have changed. But there are some things that he has always insisted on and never relaxed.

He has never stopped cultivating and accumulating soul power from the beginning to the end. Of course, the giant skeleton and the blazing sun tree in his belt also need to be nourished by soul power from time to time.

The yin and yang change, the moon hides and the sun rises, and in a blink of an eye, it is the second day. Feng Qing'an went out early, and the government test will not start until nearly a month, but in Jiangyang City, candidates from various counties Students can be seen everywhere.

Feng Qing'an can see that at dawn before the sun has really risen, the hard-working students who are reading aloud or silently practicing pen and ink in the halls of restaurants and inns can also see that they are covered in rouge and alcohol, lonely and drunk , a romantic scholar who can even walk left and right.

He does not belong to the former, nor does he belong to the latter. For him, there is no such need for studying homework.What should be remembered is already in his mind.

Besides, he came to this prefecture city only because he didn't have any particular place he wanted to go. As for taking part in the imperial examination and getting a name, it was just a incidental thing.

In this crowded, bustling, bustling and bustling city, what attracted him the most was food, and as for beauty, hehe.

He is indeed still a young man with full of vigor, but in this world, it is difficult to have a stunning beauty that can make him look at him. Nan Ge and Dong Huang have pushed his lower limit to an extremely high level.

Therefore, the young man who had just entered Fucheng ate and drank a lot in this city, and spared no expense in money. This made some patrolling ghosts and gods bump into him, and they couldn't help but admire in their hearts.

What happened to Judge Wen has been spread among the ghosts and gods. All the ghosts and gods know that a young man with an unpredictable background and strength has come to Jiangyang City.

But just greedy for food and drink is much better than those scholars who spend money like water and have fun in places like brothels and Goulan as soon as they enter the capital.

Feng Qing'an enjoyed the many special delicacies of Jiangyang Mansion to the fullest. After three days like this, Feng Qing'an, whose body had hardly changed, returned to his house full of wine and food.

hiccup~
The young man hiccupped lightly, with a contented look on his face. Hearing the sound, two wolves, one black and one white, immediately walked out of the house to greet him.

"come over!"

After eating and drinking enough, Feng Qing'an will naturally not forget them, and used all the secret techniques he has mastered on them several times, until the limit they can bear, the boy got up and entered the house, and started own practice.

In the middle of the night, the whole city was under curfew. Just as the sound of the watchmen passed by the front of the house, there was a gentle and orderly knock on the door from outside. Heishan and Bai Yao, who were digesting the spiritual energy accumulated in their bodies, opened their eyes and stared at him. With the gate of the house.

They smelled a scent of sandalwood, and Black Mountain was already very familiar with this scent, and another ghost came to the door, but compared to the previous wave, this one seemed to be very polite.

"Black Mountain, open the door!"

Feng Qing'an's voice came from the house, he just finished his practice, he was in good spirits, Mingrui's five senses also let him feel the movement of the house, if he could come to the door in the middle of the night, he didn't need to expect it to be a human being, so it's no problem to ask Heishan to open the door .

Crunch!

The door was slowly opened, and then a slightly polite and tough voice sounded, as if asking Montenegro,

"Visiting late at night, what a bother, I wonder if the host's house ever rests?"

Wang~
Heishan looked solemnly at the burly man in front of him who seemed to be indistinguishable from a living person. At this moment, he faintly felt a very weak sense of oppression from this big man, which sometimes disappeared, but it always existed.

"Black Mountain, step back!"

The young man with bright eyes and a face like a crown of jade also walked out of the house at this moment, and looked at the burly man standing at the gate of the house. The temperament of this big man is really obvious, even if he is wearing ordinary clothes is also like this.

"Identify!"

[Race: Incense God]

[Attribute: god, ghost]

[Potential Level: Lord·Superior]

[Battle power level: Lord·Superior]

Looking at this strong man who seemed to have just retreated from the battlefield and took off his battle armor, Feng Qing'an already knew his identity, but he was still confused when he came to the door suddenly. Judging by his attire, it was not a business.

"Who do you dare to ask Your Majesty?"

Although he already knew the details of the other party, Feng Qing'an still asked,
"I am a martial artist in Jiangyang City, and I dare not be honored. When I visited tonight, I heard about the young master's deeds, and my heart was itchy, so I took the liberty to visit. Please don't be offended, young master!"

"Wufu? Not Wujuan?"

Feng Qing'an couldn't help laughing when he saw that the strong man wanted to cover up.

"Sir, you really have good eyesight, but I'm just a skilled martial artist tonight!"

The strong man replied.

"Itching for skills? Then Mr. Martial Judge really found the wrong person, I don't know martial arts!"

Feng Qing'an couldn't help shaking his head, it's better to find the bodyguards who escorted him here to exchange martial arts than to find him, he doesn't know anything about martial arts.

"Sir, you are really humble. The fact that you almost cut off my colleague's legal body with a sword has already spread in Jiangyang Mansion. Therefore, I have been dealing with official business in the past few days. After everything is handled properly, I will take the liberty to visit."

"That sword was really a misunderstanding, but it's just because the power I have is a bit special!"

Feng Qing'an was a little dumbfounded at the moment, and immediately invoked the power of the Blazing Sun Tree, raising a ball of flames in his hand, and the jumping flames naturally had the ability to suppress ghosts and ghosts.

"I don't know if you can ask the young master to give me a sword too?"

After staring at the flame in Feng Qing'an's hand for a long time, this strong man actually made an unexpected request to Feng Qing'an.

"Um!?"

Feng Qing'an can't hold back at this moment, what's the matter with the ghosts and gods in Jiangyang Mansion, a former judge asked him to give him a sword, but it was because he cared about the people in the city and was looking for his power.

This is understandable, but the military judge came up in the middle of the night, and he had done his official duties ahead of time, and deliberately squeezed out the free time, but he came over and said that he would take the initiative to take a sword.

"My lord, what is the meaning of this?"

The young man really didn't understand at this moment, since he knew that his power would cause great harm to him, why he rushed forward to take a sword.

"My lord, do you know what our yin gods are asking for?"

Judge Wu's eyes never left Feng Qing'an's palm, and there was deep longing in his seemingly calm eyes.

Cathode yang fire!

As a close friend, he couldn't be more clear about how much benefit Jiangyang Mansion Wenpan, who seemed to have suffered a great loss and would even be secretly laughed at by the ghosts and gods below, actually gained after recovering.

He didn't know how this Mr. Feng had mastered such flames, but he only knew that he really needed to be hit by a sword at this moment, and he could pay any price for it.

"I probably know it!"

Hearing this, Feng Qing'an suddenly came to his senses, and understood why this ghost and god came to the door in the middle of the night and begged him to chop a sword.

Yin Yang is born, this is what the ghosts in the nether world want, but the ghosts and gods in this world are no exception.

The source of the power he used in the past few days was the blazing sun flower, and the blazing sun flower was what the ghost king asked for with unfulfilled potential and hope to go further.

Now it seems that this kind of power is also very attractive to the ghosts in the world, and even ghosts and gods who have not set foot on the level of the ghost king can borrow this power.

Incense fire divine way seems to have a lot of restrictions, there are various restrictions, but it naturally has its magic. In the case of a level weaker than the ghost king, the power to be able to contact the blazing sun flower is Mingzheng. You know, the same level in the netherworld When the ghosts met the blazing sun flowers, they all walked around.

"Since the young master knows, I, a reckless and rude person, don't waste my words. As long as the young master is willing to give me a sword, as long as the young master is willing to give me a sword, as long as I am within my power and ability, if the young master asks, I will repay."

After finishing speaking, Judge Wu stared at Feng Qing'an with burning eyes. The promise of a ghost and god, he felt that it still had some weight, and the next step would be to see the young master's reaction.

"But I... that's all!"

Feng Qing'an originally wanted to say that he had nothing to ask for from him, but changed his words in the middle of the sentence, saying that the left and right were nothing more than a sword strike, and that it was just a matter of convenience, just send it away, so as not to waste time here.

"Please come in, Mr. Judge Wu, and isolate this courtyard from the outside world!"

"Thank you for your success, son!"

The burly man suddenly showed great joy, and immediately entered the courtyard, and then opened the legal domain he controlled, temporarily isolating this place from the outside world, so as not to disturb ordinary people by the movement inside.

"Hands up!"

Feng Qing'an has already drawn out the Qingshen Sword, and the hot stream of flames has lingered on the snow-white sword,
"Master Wu, are you ready?"

"Please give me the sword, my lord!"

Yin~
There was the case of Judge Wen before, Feng Qing'an also did not hesitate this time, after all, Judge Wen was stronger than Judge Wen by a small level, and the flame dragon sword energy flew out, directly engulfing the figure of the burly man.

The scorching sun was burning in front of Feng Qing'an's eyes, and even directly set the martial arts statue on fire. Feng Qing'an watched the big man suffer silently in the flames, his facial features became distorted, as if he had endured a heavy burden. Painful look.

Just when he was about to make a move and retract the flame, he saw the military judge let out a low shout, and the flame on his body began to weaken, but in contrast, his aura began to drop rapidly.

However, because Wu Pan was prepared from the beginning, he was not the same as that Wen Pan. His body was so illusory that even the wind could blow it away. From the appearance alone, there was no change, and even the clothes were not damaged at all. .

"I don't know how Master Wupan feels?"

"Today's kindness can't be repaid. Is there anything you can do, young master? I can run around for it!"

Even if he was slashed with a sword, Judgment Wu's face was about to burst into laughter at this moment. He had found his direction. Although their ghosts and gods were extremely dependent on incense, it was not that there was no room for self-cultivation.

"Nothing at the moment!"

Feng Qing'an shook his head, he thought about it a little bit, but looking at the judge's appearance, after thinking about it, forget it, who is not busy.

"nothing?"

Hearing this, Wu Pan felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. With his temperament, it would be best if he could repay the favor he received on the spot. He felt uncomfortable thinking about it like this.
"I have a word, I wonder if the young master is willing to listen?"

"But it doesn't matter!"

"My lord seems to be not proficient in mastering his own power. Excuse me, it is very rough in using it! The same sword, if I cut it, I can cut off the body of Wen Judgment, so that he can only use it. Rebirth."

An upright martial artist speaks bluntly, which is not pleasant to listen to, but Feng Qing'an is not angry but happy, and being pointed out his shortcomings is, in a sense, a good thing.

"Your Excellency Wu Juan is really astute, what he said is true!"

Feng Qing'an did not hesitate to praise, this is not his power in the first place, but the power he borrowed from his own soul power, it is no problem to master it, and it is indeed a bit embarrassing for him to use it more carefully.

"Can you teach me a thing or two?"

"I don't dare to teach you. I'm just a martial artist. I have a little experience in fighting and exercising my body, and I have a lot of experience in exercise."

Wu Pan humbled himself for a while, then changed his tone,
"Young master, do you have time tonight?"

"Nothing tonight!"

"Good, I don't have anything important tonight, I can have a chat with you!"

Feng Qing'an was kind and generous, and he would not be embarrassed if he was so polite and generous, so he immediately listened to the experience imparted by this military judge in the name of communication.

Although this judge is a ghost, he was also a warrior who fought on the battlefield during his lifetime. His martial arts cultivation is so high that it is difficult for martial artists in the world to reach.

The more Feng Qing'an heard it, the more startled she became, and the more she listened, the more joyful she became. Although the power systems for mastering cultivation are not the same, there are too many skills that can be used for reference or even used directly in the use of power.

From the avenue to the simplicity, different routes lead to the same goal

While Feng Qing'an was listening carefully, a small head poked out from between his collar. Wu Pan, who was teaching his martial arts experience during his lifetime, stagnated, and after seeing the eavesdropper clearly, he I don't care anymore, and continue talking.

(End of this chapter)