The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 408 Black Mist
As his mind sank into his subconscious, the moment he saw blurry figures and mutterings in his mind, Qin Zhiming's supernatural powers were triggered.

Someone left a force in the subconscious mind. When Qin Zhiming's mind is strong enough not to disturb the subconscious mind, this force will affect the supernatural powers.

Once Qin Zhiming uses his supernatural powers and absorbs enough emotions, the supernatural powers will be activated immediately and change him without Qin Zhiming's knowledge.

However, Qin Zhiming had completely mastered his supernatural powers during the trial, allowing him to detect changes in his supernatural powers that would have otherwise gone unnoticed.

Moreover, Qin Zhiming also learned of the existence of that power through the supernatural powers that were triggered.

As for the results after the change, because the mind did not reach the strength to fully trigger that power, the information received from the supernatural power was incomplete.

Qin Zhiming estimated that after becoming an immortal, his mind would not disturb his subconscious mind.
Will I know the purpose of that power then? And what are the vague figures and whispers in my mind?
As the thought flashed through his mind, Qin Zhiming let go of Rumeng's wrist and took the handkerchief handed to him by Ruhuan.

After wiping off the two lines of blood on his face, Qin Zhiming looked at the anxious Rumeng:

"I was just too distracted and had some minor injuries. There's no need to use such a precious elixir."

Rumeng let out a long sigh and kowtowed to Qin Zhiming:
"It's all my fault for not reminding the real person.

Before becoming an immortal, the mind cannot sink too deep into the sea of ​​​​the heart.

Otherwise, you will get hurt at best, or go crazy at worst."

Rumeng thought that Qin Zhiming was a top-notch disciple of Wuji Temple and the leader of this trial among all the sects, so he should know this common sense.

Unexpectedly, Qin Zhiming didn’t know these things.

Fortunately, he was not seriously injured, otherwise I would have been dead.

When Ruhuan saw her sister like this, she hurriedly followed her and kowtowed, crying and complaining.

"My sister was careless for a moment, please don't blame me!"

This matter can be big or small, it can be carelessness or it can be malicious.

The two ways of handling the situation were completely different, and it all depended on Qin Zhiming's thoughts.

"Okay, get up, it's my fault for being too careless.

I clearly suffered a loss before, but I didn’t take it seriously.”

Qin Zhiming ignored his sister who was kneeling in front of him and trembling all over.

He picked up the Wuyang Pill on the table and squeezed it.

The seemingly ordinary pill is actually harder than iron.

"How much is this pill?"

Rumeng and Ruhuan stood up, feeling relieved, and sat on both sides of Qin Zhiming.

"Six. All here."

Rumeng pushed the wooden box containing the Wuyang Pill in front of Qin Zhiming.

Qin Zhiming stretched out his right sleeve and lightly swept it across the wooden box.

In an instant, the wooden box disappeared.

Although Qin Zhiming has not yet mastered the [Piaomiao Robe], it does not mean that he cannot use this earth-level immortal weapon.

At this moment, Qin Zhiming, who was using [Mountains and Rivers in His Sleeve], had a vast space emerge in his mind.

As his thought progressed, a wooden box suddenly appeared in the space that was large enough to accommodate a mountain.

"The Earth-level Immortal Weapon is indeed useful."

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On the wide road, dozens of carriages of all sizes stood like reefs among the crowd.

In front of the crowd, the thick black fog was like countless entangled black snakes, slowly wriggling.

"How long?"

In the crowd, the young man who was protected by a dozen guards frowned.

The butler next to him looked up and saw the bright sun hanging in the sky.

"Master, about half an hour."

Hearing this, the young man in the blue gown couldn't help but clench the folding fan in his hand.

"Three marrow-training warriors have been missing for half an hour. Are they monsters or evil spirits from the extremely cold realm?"

On the secular level, monsters, evil things, and evildoers are divided into four levels: Lesser Cold, Greater Cold, Severe Cold, and Extreme Cold.

Cold refers to the reaction of the body when people encounter these three things.

Lesser Cold: The whole body feels cold and the skin feels numb.

Great Cold: whole body trembling, feeling nervous and uneasy.

Severe cold: like a wooden chicken, bones and hair stand on end. Extreme cold: lose consciousness, heart and liver are broken.

The monsters, evil creatures, and evildoers in the first three realms can be easily destroyed by objects containing positive energy or ordinary marrow-training warriors.

However, the extreme cold realm is different.

Only the strong men who have cultivated their minds and spirits in the big martial arts halls, or the disciples of the immortal sects can fight with him.

Whoosh!
Accompanied by a shrill whistle and the crowd's exclamations, two figures swept by the strong wind appeared in everyone's eyes.

Ignoring the shocked looks of the crowd, they quickly came up to the young man, bowed their heads and said:

"Master, the woods beside the horse trail are not affected, but the carriage cannot enter."

The young man turned and stared at the four carriages belonging to him without saying a word.

Butler Wang, who was beside him, knew what he meant.

The cargo they were transporting this time was extremely important and no loss was allowed.

If the young master really throws away these goods and returns to the mansion, he will definitely be severely punished by the master.

Thinking of this, Butler Wang leaned close to the young man's ear.

"Master, in fact, monsters and evil things are no different from wild beasts.

They only hunt when they are hungry.”

The young man understood what the butler meant. No matter what was in the black fog, he just had to feed it.

He looked around at the panicked, nervous, anxious people.

Then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, the hesitation in his eyes was gone.

"Please invite Master Chai out."

Butler Wang wanted to persuade him, but was silenced by the look from the young man.

Instead of being angry, he was happy. He lowered his head and walked away quickly.

That’s great. The young master is becoming more and more like the old master. There’s someone to take over the position of head of the family. It’s a pity that he’s still not ruthless enough.

It doesn’t matter, just come out a few more times.

Dengdengdeng.

Steward Wang knocked on the fourth carriage of his side and spoke softly to the wooden door:
"Master Chai, I'm sorry to bother you this time."

"A virgin."

The sound coming from the wooden door was like the howling of a night owl, which made people shudder.

"can."

With a creak, the wooden door of the carriage opened.

The smiling and kind old man in black robe slowly got down from the carriage with the help of a barefoot girl with lifeless eyes and wearing a thin black veil.

Seeing Master Chai coming, the young man immediately ordered the guards around him.

"Make way for Master Chai."

"Get out of the way!" "Get out of the way!"

The guards shouted loudly and used their scabbards to drive away those who blocked their way.

Seeing that someone was willing to come forward to deal with the matter, everyone quickly made way.

Then, the old man walked to the black fog with a serious expression and poked the black fog with his finger.

Seeing that Hei Wu had no reaction, the old man patted the shoulder of the girl next to him.

The next moment, the girl shook her slender waist and stepped into the black fog under the gaze of everyone.

After a moment, a black shadow flew out from the black fog and landed at the old man's feet, scaring everyone so much that they retreated in a hurry.

"roll!"

The girl's head was covered in blood, her eyes wide open and she spat out a word at the old man.

"Hey hey hey hey!"

The old man laughed strangely in succession, and everyone stepped back again.

"Good, good, good!"

The old man in black robe leaped into the air, like a huge bat crashing into the black fog.

At the same time, a long convoy came to the back of the crowded crowd.

(End of this chapter)