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Chapter 26 Mountain Protection Formation

[Detected technique: Blood Transformation Mysterious Palm, ordinary mystical technique]

[Xuanjia Gong, ordinary Xuanshu]

[Qing Yuan Stepping Cloud Technique, Xuan Grade Mystical Technique]

Su Cheng was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this woman could take out several good books with just a casual touch.

Especially this Qingyuan Stepping Cloud Technique, as a mysterious technique similar to body movement and footwork, is even more useful to him.

"Miss Wen, where did you get all this?"

Su Cheng asked calmly, and at the same time copied the three mysterious techniques into the perception room.

Wen Qimeng tilted her head and said, "Of course I bought it along the way. Master Su, just practice with peace of mind."

"I was just joking, do you really want to give it to me?"

"Jokes aside, I know what's important."

Wen Qimeng gently stroked her lips, a smile adding a touch of solemnity. "Young Master Su is now the only pillar of support for this town. If the Huanxing Sect attacks, it will be up to you, me, and this sister to stop them."

At this point, instead of keeping my profound skills hidden, I'd rather let you take a look. Perhaps you can learn a few tricks on the spot and increase your chances of success."

Su Cheng was silent for a moment, then couldn't help but smile: "You seem to be frivolous, but you actually think a lot."

Wen Qimeng crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at him: "I'm not a silly girl."

[Blood Transformation Mysterious Palm, Mysterious Armor Technique, and Qing Yuan Stepping Cloud Technique have already been learned]

[Total consumption of pure spiritual energy: three years]

Inside the room, three shadows danced simultaneously.

Su Cheng closed his eyes and concentrated, mysterious words flashed through his mind one by one, as if a bloody palm tore apart the sea of ​​clouds, a black armor shattered the mountains, and a green light stepped on the void.

After just a few moments of breathing, he understood all three profound arts, and could easily grasp their essence and mysteries.

"Sir, why don't I teach you in detail——"

Wen Qimeng stopped talking, and suddenly saw blood mist rising from Su Cheng's fingertips, which condensed into black armor scales in the blink of an eye.

The copper bells on the eaves suddenly stopped, and the sounds in the courtyard suddenly disappeared.

The blue bricks beneath Su Cheng's feet rippled, and his figure vanished like the moonlight falling into a mirrored lake. The hairs on the back of Wen Qimeng's neck stood on end, and she spun around suddenly—

I saw him leaning against a tree five steps away, without making a sound.

"This mysterious technique is very good."

Feeling the extremely weak consumption of spiritual energy in his body, Su Cheng was even more satisfied.

Wen Qimeng was speechless.

He just casually glanced at the technique and he had already mastered it all?!

I have been thinking about it for several days, but I have only just mastered it.
"Young Master is truly a peculiar man." Wen Qimeng couldn't help but tug at the hem of her skirt, pouting, "Or perhaps the word 'freak' is more appropriate?"

Su Cheng ignored her teasing and quickly immersed his thoughts in the system again.

Although the three mystical arts can all be deduced and evolved, the amount of spiritual energy required is different.

To deduce the two ordinary mystical arts, the Mysterious Blood Palm and the Mysterious Armor Skill, one needs to consume a year's worth of spiritual energy.

As for the Qing Yuan Stepping Cloud Technique, it takes sixty years.

"If we continue to deduce above the Xuan-grade level, the spiritual energy required is indeed exaggerated."

Su Cheng pondered for a moment and only chose to deduce the first two mystical arts.

Although he now has sufficient spiritual energy reserves, if he devotes all his energy to the deduction of the mystical arts, his own progress in cultivation will be affected, which will be counterproductive.

The most important thing right now is
[Spiritual core is being condensed]

As he entered the Xuan Yuanman realm, the system began to condense spiritual energy in his body, trying to transform it into a core, and continue to slowly ascend towards the Xinxuan realm.

But compared to the cost of cultivation in the Xuan realm, spiritual energy is now rapidly decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

According to a rough estimate, three or four years' worth of spiritual energy would be consumed in one day, but the progress would be somewhat slow.

"To reach the Heart Profound Realm, I'll need at least sixty years of spiritual energy reserves." Su Cheng couldn't help but smack his lips. "Those elders of the Huanxing Sect only have twenty to thirty years of spiritual energy accumulation. What a huge difference."

But when he thought about the difference in combat power between the two sides at the same level, he felt relieved.

If he didn't have a strong foundation, how could he have defeated the elders in the Heart Profound Realm? "Good man!"

A clear voice called out from the corridor. Su Cheng turned and looked back to see Duan Mocheng sprinting towards him. "Are you feeling better?"

"I wasn't injured at all."

Su Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly: "What's the situation outside?"

Duan Mocheng's smile froze slightly, and he sighed helplessly: "The situation is urgent now."

His Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly took off his sword and bowed deeply: "I rely entirely on your righteous help!"

"Don't worry." Su Cheng helped him up and said, "I will eradicate the Huanxing Sect."

Duan Mocheng stood up, his eyes slightly reddened. "I grew up in the Imperial City, and with a naive heart and a passionate heart, I ventured out into the world. I've encountered countless heroes along the way, but they were only known for nothing. It wasn't until I met you that I realized what a true hero is!"

Su Cheng remained silent.

The atmosphere had reached this point, and he felt embarrassed to say that he didn't have that much kindness.

Suddenly, Wen Qimeng's crisp laughter was heard from the pavilion.

Su Cheng had no choice but to look back at her, and saw the girl leaning against the railing with her chin in her hand, smiling brightly, and squints her eyes as if teasing.

"Uh"

When he looked away, he saw Duan Mocheng scratching his head in embarrassment. He seemed to notice the awkward atmosphere and started coughing dryly.

"No, I wonder what plan the hero has now to continue dealing with the Huanxing Sect?"

"plan?"

Su Cheng's mind moved slightly, and he nodded and said, "There is indeed a trick."

Duan Mocheng showed surprise: "Please speak up, my dear!"

"Just attack up the mountain." Su Cheng smiled: "Once we have wiped out the Huanxing Sect completely, there will naturally be no more trouble."

".ah?!"

Dark clouds painted the night sky like ink, and thunder seemed to be rising.

The once ethereal gate of the mountain was now a pile of ruins. The white mist between the mountains had disappeared, and a scarlet blood mist emerged from the intersection of the formations.

Boom!

Suddenly, lightning illuminated the area of ​​the Three Mountains, a barrier appeared in the air, and spiritual light wandered out in fine lines.

In the main hall of the main peak, all the Huanxing monks gathered here, each with a solemn expression.

They all held blood-colored jade stones in their hands, from which strands of spiritual energy rose and gathered on the top of the hall, replenishing the spiritual energy for the sect protection formation.

"Elder Wang, the disciples' spiritual energy is gradually running out."

Elder Sheng Yonghan paced back and forth with a worried look on his face. "But there's been no movement down the mountain. Could it be that Junior Brother Lian is in trouble?"

"Don't worry!" Wang Yangshuo's face was extremely gloomy, and he was almost clenching his fingers until they cracked. "Now that the sect protection formation has been activated, we just need Brother to summon the sect protection Xuanbing. Then we can fight our way down the mountain and help Junior Brother Lian!"

"The sect leader is back!"

A cry of surprise resounded throughout the hall, and everyone in the hall turned their heads.

The middle-aged man walked in the air, with his right hand held up in the air. A dark green evil sword hung on his palm, and the cold light was flying around like a substance.

"That's our sect's protective Xuanbing!"

"What a terrible smell!"

Wang Yangshuo and the other three elders were delighted and stepped forward to greet him. "Congratulations, Sect Master!"

"No need to say anything more." The middle-aged man said coldly, "We, the Huanxing monks, will immediately go down the mountain, clear out the entire Jingyang Town, and thoroughly hunt down that thief—"

But at this moment, he suddenly stopped talking and turned around, staring blankly at the direction of the foot of the mountain.

The elders asked repeatedly: "What happened?!"

"How could this happen?"

The acting sect leader's stern face trembled slightly, and a look of astonishment gradually emerged. "Someone took the initiative to climb the mountain gate of our sect?!"

(End of this chapter)