Chapter 15 Eight-Level Bagua Quan and Shadowless Phantom Steps

Although Su Twelve didn't know much, he wasn't stupid. He just smiled and didn't say anything regardless of what he said.

After he finished speaking, he said: "I don't know whether these two secret books are powerful or not, but after all, they are cultivated by warriors. They should be of little value to immortal cultivators."

Zhu Hanwei twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled coquettishly, "It can't be said that it is completely useless. At least in the early stage, it can still increase some strength."

He knew in his heart that this kind of martial arts secret book was not only insignificant in the eyes of immortal cultivators, but also was not looked down upon. Otherwise, he would have taken action on this thing long ago.

All of this is just to raise the price.

"How many Peiyuan Pills do you plan to exchange for these three books?" Su Twelve asked directly without arguing with him.

"Eight... no, six!" As soon as Zhu Hanwei opened his mouth, he saw that Su Twelve's expression was not right, so he quickly changed his words.

"Three coins, if you want them, trade them now!" Su Twelve stared at him twice, put down the three books and didn't look at them again.

He had as much Peiyuan Pill as he wanted, but he had no intention of doing any good. This kind of secret can only rot in your own stomach.

"Ah? Only three? That's too little, it should be at least five!" Zhu Hanwei opened his mouth wide and grimaced, looking like he had suffered a big loss.

As soon as he finished speaking, seeing Su Twelve turning around and leaving, he hurriedly shouted: "Four! Brother, at least give me four!"

"Okay!" This time, Su Twelve did not insist.

He didn't care at all how Zhu Hanwei got these books. For him, as long as he can increase his knowledge and improve his strength, it is completely worth spending a few Yuan-Pui Yuan Dan.

Soon, Su Twelve exchanged four high-grade Peiyuan Pills for three books, and exchanged two more for two hundred and forty taels of silver. Then he separated from Zhu Hanwei and continued to rush to the Wasted Pill Room.

Zhu Hanwei looked at Su Twelve's leaving figure and narrowed his eyes with a smile.

"I didn't expect it, just

The few books I picked up are actually of such high value. With these high-grade Peiyuan Pills, my confidence in awakening my spiritual roots is a little greater. "

Grinning, he hurriedly put away his things and then ran towards his residence.

Abandoned alchemy room.

As soon as Su Twelve came back, he started practicing according to the contents of the two martial arts secret books.

These two martial arts were not very sophisticated, but the techniques for exerting force and fighting skills involved gave him a lot of insights.

In comparison, he could only be said to have brute strength.

To this end, he specially made several wooden dummies in the yard.

In just seven days, he became proficient in these two skills.

In the yard, Su Twelve stepped on magic steps, moving with extremely flexible movements, elegant and agile, making people unpredictable.

From time to time, he would use his fists to hit the dummies.

"Bang bang bang..."

When the fist fell, it changed from being elegant and agile, to opening and closing widely, with unusually strong strength.

The dummies shattered in response.

Just as another palm was about to hit a dummy, Su Twelve had an idea.

As the hands move, the true energy in the body surges.

The moment he made the move, a fireball the size of a fist appeared in his palm.

The fireball radiated high temperature, and before it could be stimulated, it was pressed against the dummy with a palm.

"Huh~"

The next second, a flame shot into the sky. The dummy was directly burned under the flames.

Feel it in your body, just eliminate it

After consuming less than one-tenth of his true energy, Su Twelve immediately looked happy.

"Is it really possible?! In this way, if I face those low-level monsters, I can kill them easily even without the help of traps!"

"Since the fire control technique can be combined with this skill, what about the wind breathing technique?"

With a roll of his eyes, Su Twelve immediately stepped on his magic steps and rushed towards the farthest wooden dummy.

"Call the wind!"

The moment he raised his leg, a strong wind blew behind him.

The body glided in the air for a while, and the moment it landed, it passed directly over the farthest dummy.

“It’s too windy, but the idea works!”

Su Twelve smiled broadly, as if he had discovered a new world, and continued to practice with great interest.

In a blink of an eye, it was the time agreed with the handyman disciple of the Pill Pavilion.

This afternoon, two more figures appeared on the mountainside of Cuihuan Mountain where the Waste Alchemy Room was located.

One of them, with a sinister face, was the handyman disciple of the elixir pavilion.

The other person was not very old, a young man who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old and had a good appearance. He was carrying a long sword behind him and looked a little handsome.

"I really don't know how you have been cultivating all these years, but you can't even beat a disciple who has just started for half a year." The young man with the sword on his back said angrily with his mouth depressed.

The handyman disciple followed the young man, as obediently as a little chicken.

"You really can't blame me! I didn't expect that that kid could be a Qi practitioner, and he would take action at the slightest disagreement! I told you that the bottle of high-grade elixir was reserved by you, senior brother, but he still took it away. !" The handyman disciple cried with sadness and started to provoke him as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Hmph! I want to see where a newcomer has the courage to steal my things!" The young man with the sword snorted coldly and stared at him fiercely.

Look at this handyman disciple.

"But the thing was thrown from your hand, do you have to give me an explanation?!"

The handyman disciple shrank his neck and said with a smile: "Senior brother, don't worry, of course I will be responsible for this matter. I finally collected these two first-level light-escape talismans."

As he said that, the handyman disciple took out two earth-yellow talismans three inches long and one inch wide from his arms with a painful look on his face.

Seeing this, the boy carrying the sword grabbed the talisman. Then he grinned, his eyes fell on the mountain, and he quickened his pace.

Soon, the two of them arrived outside the Waste Pill Room.

"Brother, I'm going to knock on the door!"

Looking at the locked door, the handyman disciple's eyes lit up, and he was about to knock on the door.

"Knock on the door? Huh, no need!"

The boy carrying the sword snorted coldly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and a fireball as big as a fist appeared in his hand.

"call out!"

The fireball shot out of the air and exploded on the door.

In the courtyard, Su Twelve was reading a book. When he heard the footsteps outside, he became alert.

Unexpectedly, before he could react, he saw the courtyard door disappear in the fire.

Immediately, two figures walked in.

"Is it you? It seems... you are going to regret it?" Su Twelve raised his eyebrows, and his eyes swept over the handyman disciples and landed on the young man carrying the sword next to him.

Such rich spiritual power, second level of Qi refining stage? !

Seeing that person, Su Twelve was shocked.

A monk's cultivation level can usually be seen as long as he doesn't deliberately restrain his aura. Of course, the realms are so different that it is impossible to see the cultivation level of a high realm from a low realm. On the contrary, if you look at the low realm from a high realm, unless there is a special way to gather energy, you will have a clear view.