Martial arts: start from copying the root bone

Chapter 69 0069: On the wedding day, Taihong will meet the holy stone!
"The efficacy of the Buddha Heart Pill is simply exaggerated."

"I don't know what to use to refine it?"

"After using it up, ask Xuan Sha for some more. I wonder if he still has any?"

While thinking about it, Lu Changfeng made himself a pot of tea to soothe his tired spirit.

At the same time, Hei Niu was called, and asked him to bring over the four hundred catties of pig iron saber that he had prepared in advance, and use it to start the fourth level of Fengtian Body-Forging Saber Technique.

While resting, Lu Changfeng activated the exercises he got from Xuan Killer.

This is a complete volume of exercises from forging blood, changing tendons to refining bones.

It's called [Magic Buddha Art].

Judging from Lu Changfeng's point of view, the rank is also the top, worthy of the Holy Demon Sect's technique.

It's just that it's different from Lu Changfeng's guess. It can't be said that this technique has nothing to do with Fengtian Seven Styles, it can only be said that it has nothing to do with it.

The blood training method can only be practiced to the seventh level.

The initial number of Yijin exercises is 49.

It is far from the initial number of ninety-nine and 81 tendons recorded in Fengtian Qishi.

"The exercises seem to have nothing to do with the Fengtian Seven Styles."

"However, the Holy Demon Sect has nine major demon sects, and there is also the inheritance of the sect master. Maybe it's just the Dark Buddha Demon Sect's different skills."

Lu Changfeng put away the [Magic Buddha Art].

After a little relief, he continued to take the 'Foxin Pill' and began to sprint for practice.

Since entering the seventh level of blood training, it has been a long time since I have experienced the pleasure of improving my strength through cultivation.

Now that the level of warriors he comes into contact with is getting higher and higher, Lu Changfeng also wants to quickly complete the ninth level of blood forging, so as to step into the realm of Yijin in one fell swoop!
With Lu Changfeng's background, I am afraid that once he stepped into the Yijin realm, he would be the strongest among Yijin martial artists.

At that time, it will be safer in the martial arts world.

And this time.

The eastern suburbs of Jiangzhou.

An old temple has recently been refurbished and a new temple has been erected.

The name of the temple is 'Shasheng Temple', and the name is so murderous that believers are afraid to come to worship Buddha.

Therefore, there are very few incense sticks in front of the gate of Shasheng Temple.

At this time, a figure swayed in the killing temple.

It was Master Xuan Sha who was in charge and walked into the temple with a figure in his hand.

On Xuan Killer, a middle-aged martial artist was being held down by the throat, making a desperate ho-ho sound from his mouth.

The disciples of the temple opened the gate and said Amitabha Buddha to welcome the abbot back to the temple.

Xuan Sha carried the middle-aged martial artist in one hand, and walked straight to an alchemy room in the temple.

In the alchemy room, some temple disciples had already lit up the stove and it was burning red.

Xuan Sha commanded a disciple to put in various medicinal materials and exotic animal meat.

"Amitabha."

"It seems that the Holy Master also encountered trouble in the blood-forging Nine Heavens."

"As the Dark Buddha Demon Sect, I should pave the way for the Holy Lord."

"As the saying goes. If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell."

The middle-aged martial artist on Xuan Slayer showed a horrified look.

He was originally a bodyguard, he went out today, and he fell into the hands of this godly monk in a daze.

The strength of the monk was too terrifying. He was a majestic martial artist, and before he could resist a few times, he was captured by the monk, his tendons were sealed off, and his limbs were amputated.

"Don't be afraid of the donor, you should be glad that you can enter the body of the Holy Lord, become the nourishment of the Holy Lord, and witness the rise of the Holy Gate together with the Holy Lord"

Xuan Sha lifted the bodyguard high.

When the medicinal liquid in the alchemy furnace began to boil, he suddenly stretched out his hand and entered the bodyguard's chest cavity.

The painstaking effort in the bodyguard's chest was accurately shot into the alchemy furnace and melted into the liquid medicine. Xuan Sha grabbed the beating heart of the great martial artist and threw it into the alchemy furnace.

The bodyguard lost his breath of life, Xuan Sha let go of his hand, and the body slowly fell.

The disciples of the own temple packed up the body and carried it to the back garden for burial.

"Amitabha, you are so good to refine the Buddha Heart Pill, which is mainly used by the Holy Spirit."

The temple disciples were disciples of the Dark Buddha Demon Sect, and they all nodded respectfully.

"A great martial artist can only refine one Buddha Heart Pill."

"This speed is too slow, and it may not be enough for the consumption of the Holy Lord."

"Perhaps, I should grab some Bone Refining Martial Ancestors." Xuansha Yungong evaporated the blood from his hands, and slowly disappeared into the depths of the temple.

The newly painted vermilion paint on the temple is inexplicably redder.

The eve of Zhao Xingtian's marriage.

Lu Changfeng took three Buddha Heart Pills in one go, and the progress of the seventh stage of forging blood has been greatly improved.

The feeling of such a substantial improvement in progress is really refreshing.

Rested for a few hours at night.

Early the next morning, Lu Changfeng got up full of energy, and sat in the main hall with Chunzhu dressed up and waiting.

One is the young master of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, and the other is the saintess of the Taihong Society, both of whom are extraordinary figures.

The major newspapers in Jiangzhou Prefecture had already publicized the wedding.

It stands to reason that there will be a lot of voices outside the Changle Martial Arts Hall.

However, Taihong will make arrangements in advance.

Hundreds of disciples in the gate separated the road, and the idlers could only watch from a distance.

As one of the top ten sects in the Jiangnan Mansion, and most of the disciples in the sect are neurotic, no one would be willing to offend Taihonghui for such a trivial matter.

When the time came, Hong Xiangxiang, the saintess of the Taihong Society, wore a tight red dress and rode a big white horse to the martial arts arena of Changle Martial Arts Hall on time.

Lu Changfeng and others went out to meet him, while Zhao Xingtian followed indifferently. He was also dressed in red today.

"Xingtian, come with me!" Hong Xiangxiang rode on the horse and stretched out her hand to Zhao Xingtian.

The disciples booed all around, Zhao Xingtian looked ugly, but he still gave Lu Changfeng some face.There is no turning back.

Zhao Xingtian didn't catch Hong Xiangxiang's hand, and he floated up by himself, and landed steadily on the horse behind Hong Xiangxiang.

Hong Xiangxiang glanced back and smiled indifferently.

"Then, Uncle Lu, Xiangxiang will take Xingtian home!"

"Let's meet again at Luoshui Restaurant later!"

Lu Changfeng nodded with a smile, and waved goodbye to the two: "Let's go! Happy wedding!"

Hong Xiangxiang giggled, took the reins and led Zhao Xingtian away, followed by Taihonghui disciples in black clothes.

Watching the pick-up team leave.

With a big wave of Lu Changfeng's hand, he asked the disciples to open the table.

Today, several tables are also prepared in the martial arts hall.

Time soon came to night.

Luoshui Restaurant was booked out by Taihonghui today.

The restaurant is full of Taihonghui disciples.

On the top five floors of the restaurant, a table of elite figures from the martial arts world in Jiangzhou prefecture were sitting.

Zhao Xingtian and Hong Xiangxiang sat at a table in the middle, next to them were Lu Changfeng, the high priest of the Taihong Society and other senior officials of the Taihong Society.

Zhao Xingtian's interest was still not high, and he sat on the sidelines, but this was his own fault, and it could end in the current situation, the ending is not bad.

Hong Xiangxiang smiled like a flower, looking very happy.

Three rounds of wine.

The high priest took out a box from his arms.

"Since you are married, then such things should be handed over to you."

(End of this chapter)