Chapter 29: 1 **** Thunder

"What, ran?" Wang Xiong heard the news from the people, and his face was instantly angry.

Zi Yan offended a lot of people, and it is impossible to die. If you can't kill Zi Yan, it is not easy to explain it to Luomen.

"Yes, there is no one in the early morning."

"Damn, even gone, find, must find, go to contact the outside disciples, let them go out to find." Wang Meng angered.

"Yes."

.........

In addition to Lingwuzong's dozens of miles, there is a huge mountain, the mountains are undulating, green and lush, with high mountains, clear water, and birds and flowers.

This is an original jungle, with a large area and beautiful scenery on the edge. Only some small beasts are in danger. In the depths, there are beasts. It is said that even the beasts of the innate realm have.

In Lingwuzongli, many disciples came here to try their luck. Over time, this nameless original jungle has its own name, a quiet jungle.

On this day, outside the quiet jungle, a young man came again. He was dressed in Tsing Yi and carrying a baggage and came to a hill.

The hills are only tens of meters high, next to a plant of old trees, hundreds of meters away, is a lake, the lake is crystal clear, the fish in the water, swimming cheerfully.

The young man is purple, and after the spring, he is eighteen years old. Walking in the mountains, wearing white clothes is somewhat inconvenient, so he put on the clothes of the disciples.

"Yes, it is here." For the environment here, Zi Yan is very satisfied.

There is food here, and there is a bulge under the hill to keep out the wind and shelter from the rain. It is very good to retreat here.

Sitting cross-legged, body and mind, the purple scorpion once again entered the thunder and lightning space.

The thunder and lightning juvenile appeared, with the true meaning of the Thunder, a Thunder pointed out that there was a thunder and lightning, and the lightning flew quickly. The thunder and lightning were terrible, like a raging dragon, blasting on the purple scorpion, the purple scorpion figure dissipate.

Returning to the mind, Zi Yan opened his eyes and began to realize the Thunder.

Between the fingers, the silver light surged again. This time, most of the fingers of the purple scorpion turned into silver.

The silver flashed, and the finger turned to the front. A finger hole appeared on a large stone.

"Hey!" Zi Yan disappointed and shook his head.

During the day, I practiced the Thunder, and at night, I practiced the thunder and smashed the body. In this open area, there are endless grass and spirits around me, and the cultivation speed of the sable is much faster.

Every night, the purple scorpion seems to be turned into a whirlpool, constantly absorbing the surrounding grass and spirits, one night of cultivation, waiting until the early hours of the morning, it is also a god.

Washing in the morning by the lake, eating dry food when hungry, sometimes catching two fish to improve the food.

The life of Zi Yan is quite comfortable.

Only he did not know, Wang Xiong had launched hundreds of foreign disciples, looking for his own traces in the Lingwuzong area dozens of miles away.

At the same time, Solomon is also sponsoring this action, who wants to find the purple scorpion and reward a true qi.

So more outside disciples walked out of the sect.

The strength and physical fitness of Ziyan are growing in an orderly manner. The understanding of the Thunder is also getting deeper and deeper.

In front of Zi Yan, on the big stone that several people hold together, there have been many finger holes, which are the products of the failure of the purple scorpion test.

After fifteen days, the idea appeared from the thunder and lightning space, and Zi Yan once again stood by the big stone, thinking about the previous scene in his mind.

One pointed out, a thunderbolt appeared, like a dragon, flying toward himself.

In the mind, the thunder and lightning in the body are already surging. At the same time, the fingertips of the purple scorpion have all been turned into silver light, but these purple scorpions do not know, he is still thinking about the scene in the lightning space.

The finger subconsciously moved forward, and suddenly a spurt appeared, and a sinuous silver light suddenly appeared from the finger to the big stone point in front of the purple sable.

The silver light fell on the big stone, the electric light flashed, and then a loud bang appeared.

Huge stones, several people hug, even in an instant, were blown into a crush, a strong impact, from the front, directly shocked the purple.

"this is......"

The purple cicada is sober and awake, looking at the stone chips in front, the eyes are incredible. "Is it successful."

The previous blow, Dan Tian's instinct consumed a full third.

The body was surging, and Zi Yan made another blow in the surprise, but this time, there was no change.

"wrong."

The purple scorpion sits on his knees and begins to think about the scene before his mind. The mind and body are ethereal, and the purple scorpion is carefully aware.

Time is passing, and one of the insights of Zi Yan is that one day, when the sunset is about to fall to the top of the mountain, Zi Yan will open his eyes and have a touch of joy in his eyes.

"It turned out to be like this." Zi Yan opened his eyes, and his face had a sudden and cheerful expression. "Thunder is a finger of the thunder, the surging instinct, turned into a thunder and lightning, the key point is not one finger. Thunder, but in thunder and lightning."

Between self-speaking and self-speaking, the infuriating in the purple scorpion dantian is surging again. This time it seems like a thin line appears like a lightning bolt. After that, the whole finger of the sable is turned into silver. If you look closely, You can see that there is a flash of lightning in this silver light.

Zi Yan has a heart to test this blow, but suddenly sees an old man standing in front of him, it is a convergence of his breath, his fingers return to normal.

"Old man, so late, why are you still here?" Seeing the old man in front, Ziyan asked in confusion.

This is an old man wearing a coarse linen, and there is no spurt in the whole body. The back is already camel, his eyes are a little muddy, and the wrinkles on his face are clearly visible.

When Ziyan saw the other party for the first time, the old man was fishing on the other side of the lake. Ziyan thought that he had seen a high-ranking person. Finally, he knew that it was just the ordinary old man under the mountain. He came here daily for fishing. Second, it is also a source of food.

"I came in the morning, I want to marry you. I don't think you are sitting here. It's all day, little brother, are you practicing?" The old man had curiosity in his eyes.

"Not a practice, I am just thinking about a problem." Zi Yan scratched his head and stood up.

"Old man, have you caught the fish today? If not, I will catch one in the water." Zi Yan asked.

The old man shook his head and smiled. "Not yet, I have been watching you, and I have forgotten it."

"That's good, old man, you wait." After that, Zi Yan took off all the clothes, and the whole person became light and jumped into the water. After a while, Zi Zi held two fishes of two or more pounds. Slowly go ashore.

"Old man, one you take home to eat, there is another one I baked, let's eat now." Zixiao laughed.

"Okay, rare little brother, you have this yaxing, the old man, I will give up my life with the gentleman." The old man smiled, and then solved a big gourd on the back.

The gourd is full of wine. In addition to fishing, the old man also likes to drink. The cicada can often see each other and fish while drinking.

"Old man, I have said it many times, my name is Zi Yan, you don't have a little brother, you can be my grandfather at this age." Zixiao laughed, took out the short shackles from the bag, began to be proficient Kill the fish.

"You are a monk of Lingwuzong. I am just a little old man. I am not as old as my identity, or a little brother." The old man sat aside and took a sip of wine and snorted.

"What monks are ordinary people, even ordinary people are not as good." Zi Yan shook his head, killed the fish, and found some dry wood, after playing with the flint, began to roast fish.

The bonfire rises, the fish is divided into two, and it is worn with wooden sticks. The dripping grease falls on the fire and makes a sound of Ziz.

Zi Yan and the old man are chatting about the sky.

Drinking all day, occasionally let the sable drink a sip, attracting a cough of purple sable, the old man's laughter.

The old man told Zizi some interesting things in the world, and Ziyan told the old man some troubles.

"My quota has been taken, and many people have been provoked, and I have to come out, or I will be killed in the sects." Zi Yan shook his head and sighed.

The old man did not speak, and he was listening quietly. Soon, the night was already coming.

"Oh, I am sorry, old man, the sky is so late, I am delaying your time, I will send you down the mountain." Looked at the sky, Zixiao was embarrassed.

Although there are no beasts here, there are beasts, and purple is not afraid, but the old man is an ordinary person, how to resist the beast.

"Oh, old, the body is not tough, I want to be the old man, but I am a tiger." The old man shook his head, but the murky eyes had a bright color~www.readwn.com~ seems to be reminiscing when young Yourself.

"Old man, don't take gasp when climbing a mountain, you are not old." Zixiao smiled, then glared at the old man and walked down the hill.

The two are very different in age, but they are like a reciprocal exchange. When you go down the mountain, you don't forget to chat.

The quiet jungle at night is very dangerous at night. The beasts and beasts often appear. When they go down the mountain, Ziyan sees a roadblock tiger.

Hu Xiao shocked the forest, the wind was raging, and there was a three-meter-long tiger, blocking the way of the two.

"Exactly, just use your test, my thunder refers." Zi Yan gestured to the old man standing behind him, his eyes flashed a fine light.

The body is surging, the moment between the fingers turns into silver, a little finger, a thunder and lightning fly toward the front.

"Oh." Feeling the depressing scent of the purple scorpion, the tiger screamed in horror and turned to escape, but his speed was faster than lightning.

"boom!"

In a thunderstorm, a living tiger became a black charcoal, a savage beast, and a thunderous sound that thundered through the entire jungle.

Behind the purple scorpion, the old man’s turbid eyelids suddenly flashed a wise light after seeing the purple scorpion, and the light in his eyes flashed away. Instead, he looked at the shock and looked at the turn. Zi Yan said: "Little brother, you are so powerful, what was it just now, thunder and lightning?"

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