Longevity Martial Arts: I rely on luck to add points

Chapter 172 Han Dong and Wu Weiwei
Name: Jiang Feng

Luck: 223175
Kung Fu: Tai Chi Changchun Kung Fu (Consummation)
Skills: Loulan Slash (Consummation+) Shunfeng Palm (Small Success+) Triple Leg Movement (Small Success)

Realm: Innate (Sky Profound Realm)
Supernatural Powers: Immortality

Jiang Feng found that the luck value had increased by nearly 18.

This amount made him somewhat disappointed.

You know, the last time I escaped from the valley, my luck value increased by 12.

This time, killing two powerful enemies, Liu Jinhu and Lao Motong, solved two big troubles, but only increased by about 18.

However, the increase in luck value is based on the degree of danger.

The last time he escaped from the valley, avoiding Liu Jinhu and Bai Yuan's pursuit, he only had the strength of the True Yuan Realm.

Killing Liu Jinhu and Lao Motong this time, but possessing the strength of the Profound Sky Realm, and taking advantage of the fact that both sides are hurting and putting cold arrows behind their backs, thinking about it this way, it seems reasonable to increase the performance by nearly 18 at a time.

"Should I raise Loulan Zhan to the Dzogchen level?"

"Well, let's not do it for now! If you want to improve your cultivation level again, you need 64 points of luck this time. The Loulan Zhan in the Perfect Realm is already powerful enough, so I don't need to be in a hurry."

Jiang Feng turned off the panel information.

Then he took out the bottle of spirit liquid.

He said to himself: "Every drop of psychic liquid in it can strengthen my cultivation base. If I refine and absorb it, maybe my strength can be improved again without passing through the luck value."

Jiang Feng knew in his heart that like many people, his strength could also be obtained through cultivation. It was a pity that whether it was Tai Chi Changchun Kung Fu or the original Jailor's Health Cultivation Kung Fu, the progress of his cultivation was extremely slow. Because, without several years or even ten years of hard training, there will be little progress at all.

But now he has this bottle of priceless elixir.

Jiang Feng had an intuition that if he refined all of it, his power would definitely increase greatly. Even if he couldn't break through his cultivation, he would certainly be able to reduce the luck value of Tai Chi Changchun Kung Fu.

Otherwise, if you want to accumulate 64 luck points, how long will you have to wait?In other words, what kind of danger can one experience to gain so much luck.

However, one cannot rush to refine the psychic liquid.

Jiang Feng was worried that his body would not be able to bear it, or that his spiritual power would be exposed, making people aware of too much refining at one time.

In short, everything has to be considered in the long-term and cannot be rushed.

Thinking of this, Jiang Feng hid the spiritual liquid.

Then he dressed up and changed his face, pretending to be a refugee who escaped from Nanfu City.

"May I ask if there are any brothers from Longdu, I want to ask someone."

Jiang Feng said with a smile.

"roll!"

The soldiers shouted.

Seeing Jiang Feng's appearance as a refugee, he didn't want to waste words with Jiang Feng at all, and some even drew their swords at each other, for fear that Jiang Feng was a spy.

"Excuse me."

Jiang Feng smiled and left.

After a while, he saw a leader, left the crowd, and went to the side to relieve himself.

He grabbed the opponent, dragged him aside, and said, "I'll ask you a few things, and you should tell me the truth."

"Strong man, don't kill me, just speak up if you have something to say."

In Jiang Feng's hands, the little boss's seventh-rank cultivation was powerless. He felt as if his bones were being pinched by iron tongs, and his life and death depended on Jiang Feng's thought.

"I'm asking you personally, has Han Dong left Nanfu City?"

Jiang Feng asked.

"Han Dong? I've never heard of the person you mentioned."

The little boss shook his head in panic, for fear that Jiang Feng would be dissatisfied with his answer and his neck would be wrenched.

"A woman, she is a senior official from Longdu, haven't you heard of her?"

Jiang Feng explained.

"I've never heard of it. Those adults who came from Longdu are all superior. We big soldiers don't dare to inquire about them at all."

The little boss laughed at himself.

Jiang Feng thought for a while, then changed his mind and said, "Since that's the case, you can all escape, those officials must be fine!"

"Of course, several battalions of our brothers fought a bloody road for them. Now we are still suffering here, suffering from hunger and hunger. Maybe they all hugged their wives and hid under the covers."

The little boss looked indignant.

"boom!"

Jiang Feng knew that he couldn't find out why, so he knocked the little boss unconscious, and then continued to walk north.

He could see that these scattered soldiers and horses were just ordinary soldiers. Given their status, they might all be like little bosses. They didn't even know who Han Dong was. Even if they asked other people, it would be useless to ask.

So, Jiang Feng drove another hour north.

He saw an empty post station.

Obviously, the people in the station knew that Nanfu City had fallen.

Fearing that the rebel army would kill them, they all moved out overnight.

By the side of the post station, there were several groups of refugees. Some of them cuddled together, and some slept directly by the roadside, covering their bodies with banana leaves. Basically, they dragged their families and moved north.

But no one dared to enter the station to rest.

obviously.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the post station is an official place, even if no one is guarding it, you can't enter it at will, otherwise, if someone catches you, you will be fined several times, or you will be jailed.

Jiang Feng didn't care that much.

With his current cultivation level, no station can enter.

Since you want to rest on the road, you need to find a comfortable place, not to mention that the post station is originally open to the outside world, but ordinary people will spend money to come in.

Even if some officials come back, at worst, they will pay more silver taels.

Jiang Feng found a comfortable guest room to live in.

Sitting on the bed, Jiang Feng took out the bottle of spiritual liquid again, poured two drops into his mouth, and tried to refine it to improve his strength.

With the help of Taiji Changchun Gong.

The two drops of spiritual liquid transformed into the true essence in Jiang Feng's body. Originally, the strength was several times stronger than that of a strong man of the same level. With the nourishment of the two drops of spiritual liquid, the true essence became even stronger.

Like a giant python about to transform into a dragon.

After two hours passed like this, Jiang Feng heard the movement.

Someone entered the station.

He is an innate strong man with strong breath.

It seems that he also wants to rest in the station.

She turned around and wanted to find a comfortable room to live in. It happened that the room Jiang Feng was in was the most comfortable room in the inn. The other party came to the door and was about to push the door in.

"Cough cough!"

Jiang Feng coughed twice.

"Who!"

His voice startled the other party.

"I'm sorry, the junior has disturbed me so much, please don't blame the senior!"

"Junior farewell!"

The woman was startled at first, then stepped back, found a somewhat messy room, tidied it up casually, and then lay down to rest.

"It turned out to be her."

Jiang Feng recognized the voice, it turned out to be Wu Weiwei.

"She can come out of Nanfu City. Sister Dong is protected by Han Tieshan, and the Geng family will be fine."

Jiang Feng thought to himself.

"It's dangerous. I didn't even know there was someone in the room. Fortunately, he didn't blame me. I'll find another opportunity tomorrow to apologize to him."

Wu Weiwei thought to herself.

The next day.

Wu Weiwei got up early, made a few steamed buns with the little flour left in the station kitchen, and brought them to the door of Jiang Feng's room.

"Senior, junior was so disturbed yesterday, I specially prepared a snack for you, I hope you don't take offense."

Wu Weiwei stood at the door and said.

"Got it!"

The door was opened.

A dark-skinned figure appeared in front of Wu Weiwei.

He was none other than Jiang Feng.

Originally, Jiang Feng didn't plan to see Wu Weiwei, and even wanted to leave overnight, but thinking that Wu Weiwei has three-legged movements and is the second prince's person, and he met him the other day, killing Fu Bo with Loulan, Jiang Feng felt that it was necessary to meet Wu Weiwei. talk about it.

At least make sure that the woman in front of him will not cause trouble for him.

"Hey... Senior, it's you!"

Wu Weiwei was still wondering who the other party was, but she didn't expect it to be Jiang Feng.

She was so excited that she took the bun and walked into the room.

After carefully looking at Jiang Feng, he said, "Senior, is your injury healed?"

"Thanks to your Yulu pill, the injury has healed a lot, but I still have to rest for a while, and I won't be able to improve my skills in a short time."

Jiang Feng pretended to be strong on the outside and capable on the inside, so as not to arouse Wu Weiwei's suspicion.

His injury has healed after his cultivation breakthrough and spiritual fluid nourishment.

"That's great. Originally, I was still worried about the safety of seniors. I was afraid that you would be caught by the Devil's Cult personnel. I didn't expect to meet you at the inn."

Seeing Jiang Feng's approval of the Yulu pill in the martial arts school, Wu Weiwei was also very happy in her heart.

"I didn't expect to meet you again. These days, I've been hiding from the members of the Devil's Cult. I heard that Nanfu City fell. I don't know if the people there are okay?"

Jiang Feng sighed.

"The rebels are quite humane. They did not massacre the common people, but a large number of soldiers died at their hands. I don't know how many people were turned into ghosts by the old devil boy. Some people say that the ghosts in the Shifang ghost domain , there are as many as tens of thousands of them, and the skills of the old devil boy, even King Xiao can't do anything about it."

Wu Weiwei looked worried.

"If you do many unrighteous deeds, you will kill yourself. He will never do bad things. Sooner or later, someone will take care of him. What's the matter? The people of Yun Guizong will not let him go easily."

Jiang Feng pretended to say.

"I'm angry when I talk about them. If they hadn't fled the battle, Nanfu City would have easily fallen into the hands of the rebels."

Wu Weiwei was filled with righteous indignation.

Under her explanation, Jiang Feng realized that that day, the old devil boy focused on dealing with Yun Guizong's people. The devil disciples in the city, under the cooperation of internal and external forces, a large number of devil disciples poured into Nanfu City.

Yun Guizong's disciples mistook Nanfu City for demon disciples everywhere, and fled after only two rounds of resistance.Their departure caused the army's morale to slacken, which allowed the old devil boy to capture Nanfu City in a short period of time, and the imperial court was completely defeated.

"I heard that the imperial court sent many masters down, didn't they all help?"

Jiang Feng asked.

"Of course they do, but no matter how powerful they are, without Yun Guizong's help, how could they be able to fight against the old devil boy."

"Han Tieshan can't do anything to the old devil boy?"

"Uncle Han is very powerful, but he is outnumbered, not to mention he has to guard the palace... You seem to be very interested in what happened in Nanfu City?"

Wu Weiwei sensed something was wrong.

"Do you know that I can chop Loulan?"

Jiang Feng asked suddenly.

Wu Weiwei was startled, then nodded, and said, "The person you killed was a disciple of the Devil's Cult. I speculate that you may also be a disciple of the Devil's Cult, but you turned your back on the wrong way and turned to the light."

"Ha ha!"

Jiang Feng smiled and shook his head.

"What is your identity?"

Wu Weiwei was inexplicably nervous.

"I'm not a disciple of the Devil's Cult at all. The reason why the Devil's Cult staff wanted to kill me was because I secretly learned their Loulan Slash."

Jiang Feng had already prepared an excuse.

"Huh, so it turns out that the devil's sect's martial arts and martial arts are all crooked ways. Senior's willingness to practice is a blessing from the devil's sect for several lifetimes of cultivation. They don't know what is good or bad, and want to kill senior. It's really abominable."

Wu Weiwei stood up for Jiang Feng.

"I don't want the third person to know about the grievances between me and the Devil's Cult."

Jiang Feng reminded.

"You saved me twice, this junior promises that you will never mention it to anyone."

Wu Weiwei said solemnly.

"Thank you."

Jiang Feng nodded gratefully.

He pretended to ask again: "Has Han Tieshan escaped too? I heard that she has a daughter who is a general. This time Nanfu City fell, how should the father and daughter explain to the court?"

"Han Dong is just the prison director of Zhenbei Prison, so he can't be considered a general."

Wu Weiwei looked disdainful.

Jiang Feng was taken aback for a moment, and he heard that Wu Weiwei seemed to be jealous of Han Dong, so he deliberately said: "I have heard people say that Han Tieshan's daughter is a hero among women, a young talent from Longdu, this time Nanfu City fell, She must have killed a lot of rebels."

"Even if she is brave, she is only an acquired martial artist and cannot kill a few rebels."

Wu Weiwei shook her head.

"Just the day after tomorrow? It seems that she is doomed."

Jiang Feng pretended to be surprised, then shook his head and said.

"That's not true. After all, she is an official of the imperial court. The masters of the imperial city and Han Tieshan will not let her die. She just suffered some injuries."

Wu Weiwei shook her head again.

"The blessings of the officials are as good as the sky, and the lives of ordinary people are thinner than paper."

Jiang Feng lamented the injustice of the world.

"Senior, this is a steamed bun I personally made for you, eat it quickly!"

When Wu Weiwei saw the buns he made, Jiang Feng didn't even move.

"okay."

Jiang Feng immediately picked up one and ate it in big mouthfuls, while praising: "It's delicious, it's delicious."

"Senior, if you like it, you can stay in our Zhenyao Martial Arts Hall, and this junior can make buns for you every day."

Wu Weiwei tried.

This is to invite Jiang Feng to join Zhenyao Martial Arts.

"Speaking of your Demon Suppressing Martial Art Museum, there is something I would like to ask you. What kind of movement technique did you use when you chased me that day, and why is it so strange?"

Jiang Feng interjected at the right time and asked.

"Uh... this junior is using the three-legged movement technique, which I learned from an old senior. This junior is not good at learning skills, and the movement technique is good and bad, which made the senior laugh."

Wu Weiwei said with a look of embarrassment.

Jiang Feng immediately thought of the one-eyed old man. Could it be that Wu Weiwei's three-legged movement was also learned from the one-eyed old man. If so, why did the one-eyed old man chase him that night.

Even after the one-eyed old man left, his luck value increased by [-] to [-].

Intuition told Jiang Feng that the one-eyed old man had bad intentions.

If he passed on Wu Weiwei's three-legged movement technique, does it mean that he has something wrong with Wu Weiwei?

Thinking that the other party can't even do anything to Xiao Zhan.

Jiang Feng really didn't want to provoke him.

If he really had some conspiracy, should he remind Wu Weiwei.

"Oh, this name sounds so weird, I have never heard of it."

Jiang Feng chose not to point it out.

First of all, he didn't know if the one-eyed old man taught it to Wu Weiwei, and secondly, even if it was taught to Wu Weiwei by the one-eyed old man, he couldn't be sure if the one-eyed old man really had bad intentions towards Wu Weiwei.

What's more, the tripod is so sensitive.

The one-eyed old man was looking for him.

Xiao Zhan was also inquiring.

Jiang Feng couldn't talk too much with Wu Weiwei, it would easily cause unnecessary trouble.

"Dangdang!"

Suddenly, a bell rang.

Jiang Feng saw that there was a small bell hanging on Wu Weiwei's waist. The power of heaven and earth fluctuated on the bell, which seemed to be a magic weapon. He was surprised, and he didn't notice it just now.

"Hey, the old man came to see me."

Wu Weiwei untied the bell and said.

"Which old man?"

"It's the old man who taught me the three-legged body technique!"

Wu Weiwei explained.

"slight!"

at the same time.

A voice came from the bell.

"Old man, the junior is at the station."

Wu Weiwei shouted towards the bell.

Jiang Feng's expression changed. The bell was able to transmit sound through the air. At this moment, he felt a wave of power from heaven and earth, as if there was a figure rushing towards the station.

It seems that the bell can only transmit sound over short distances.

(End of this chapter)