Chapter 293 Nie Qinghe, do you know you are wrong?

In Longwu Mountain, on the top of the back mountain, in a small dilapidated house.

The small table woven from green bamboo was filled with steaming delicious dishes. There was a fire burning on the side. Nie Shentong held a wine gourd in his hand, eating meat and drinking wine, looking extremely happy.

It was thoughtful of the younger generation to send some food to this lonely old man on this New Year's Eve.

"Um?"

When he had finished drinking half of the wine, Nie Shentong suddenly frowned and looked into the distance, where a martial artist in the Baodan realm was patrolling unscrupulously, and he saw a slightly thin figure in a green shirt.

That kid really came, and he did not restrain his aura. His blood energy was indeed much more vigorous than the last time I saw him.

"happy!"

Nie Shentong took a big bite of the lamb leg, took a sip of wine, put down the food and wine, and walked out.

After eating and drinking to one's heart's content, and then being able to have a good fight, what more could one ask for in life! ...

In the open space outside the stele forest, Ning Daoran stood in the wind and snow. His aura was extremely calm, like a green pine standing in the wind and snow, which made Nie Shentong look at him with admiration.

"Fellow Daoist Jianjia, have you mastered your magical power?" Nie Shentong showed a sarcastic smile.

“It can only be considered as a gain.”

Ning Daoran raised his hand and took out the Qinglong Spear from his storage bag, and said with a smile: "Is Brother Nie ready? If you are, let's get started."

"Just what I want!"

Nie Shentong shouted loudly, and the dragon demon realm rose into the air from behind him as he exhaled and breathed in. The vigorous blood energy almost stopped the wind and snow nearby, forming a field of its own.

Ning Daoran frowned. This old guy's Dragon Demon Heart Sutra was complete and indeed much more powerful than his own!

However, there was no reason for him to admit defeat. Although it was just a fight, he had the Eternal Youth Art as his foundation and a large number of third-level magical weapons in his hands, so he might not lose to Nie Shentong.

"Come!"

Ning Daoran shouted, and his blood boiled instantly. A fiery red state of mind rose up and condensed into a dragon demon state of mind that slowly raised its head behind him. For a moment, all the surrounding wind and snow were avoided, and the field was hot! "You..."

Nie Shentong was shocked: "Dragon Demon Heart Sutra? How did you get the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra?"

"Why do you have to meddle in other people's business? Let's talk about it after the fight!"

"Whatever!"

The next moment, the Green Dragon Spear, wrapped in a ray of spear light, fell from the sky and slashed fiercely at Nie Shentong's head. The sky and the earth suddenly changed color. Even if Ning Daoran had set up restrictions in advance, the disciples in Longwu Mountain might be able to sense the vibration from the ground.

Nie Shentong laughed loudly, opened his fist stance, and punched high into the sky.

Suddenly, the spear light and fist force collided, and the martial arts energy of both sides collided and shattered continuously, as if to tear the snow apart.

A powerful force was transmitted from the Qinglong Spear into Ning Daoran's palm, and he immediately felt the base of his thumb shaking violently. Using only his physical strength to fight, he could truly feel the horror of a martial artist in the late Baodan realm.

Nie Shentong also took two steps back, feeling a burning sensation on his fist.

“Come again!”

The old warrior was filled with fighting spirit and began to launch an offensive.

Ning Daoran waved the Qinglong Spear, and strands of smooth and round spear light danced wildly on the open ground, dissolving the opponent's fist force time and time again, and looking for opportunities to counterattack quickly. The two sides fought back and forth.

The ground was covered with branches crushed by spears and fists, the airflow nearby became more and more turbulent, dragon roars were heard continuously, and there was no winner in a short period of time.

It's hard to break a move taught by a master! "Daoyou Jianjia."

While Nie Shentong was attacking fiercely, he transmitted his secret message: "Daoyou's Dragon Demon Heart Sutra should have been swindled from an inner sect disciple of Longwu Mountain, right? A few months ago, an inner sect disciple of Longwu Mountain happened to die in the mountain. Could it be that Daoyou was responsible?"

"Fellow Daoist, please don't slander me."

Ning Daoran sent a voice message: "If I really want to kill you Longwushan disciples, then I will kill you. I will admit it."

"That's true."

Nie Shentong smiled and said, "However, the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra you used is incomplete. It only has the first part but not the second part. Therefore, the Dragon Demon True Power you can display is not at the peak. And if nothing unexpected happens, you have only cultivated the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra to the seventh level. Is that right or not?"

"Exactly. So what?"

"Nothing."

Nie Shentong said: "It is extremely difficult for you to defeat me with only seven and a half levels of the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra. Your advantage is that you are young and have a long-lasting aura. You have a strong foundation of the Golden Core Stage. The heavy weapon in your hand is at least at the level of a third-level magic weapon. You have the upper hand in terms of weapons and foundation.

However, you have bitten off more than you can chew. It is impossible for you to defeat me with just these advantages. Although I am old and my blood and energy are exhausted, it is not a problem for me to suppress you with fists and feet. "

What he said was true. Half of the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra is incomparable to the whole text, and it has a great impact on the power that can be exerted in actual combat.

"Your words are as good as gold."

Ning Daoran used the Silver Dragon Spear Technique to switch between attack and defense, his movements were extremely graceful, and he smiled as he transmitted his voice: "So this is why I am seeking the complete Dragon Demon Heart Sutra. Daoist friend, why don't you be generous and copy a copy of the Heart Sutra, so that we can establish a good relationship. If I defeat you in the end and take the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra by force, the ending will be not beautiful."

“Hahahaha~~~”

Nie Shentong laughed wildly: "Daoyou's wishful thinking is so loud, how can I be fooled? If you want the complete practice of Dragon Demon Heart Sutra, you must defeat me first!"

Old man, you are so stubborn!

However, Nie Shentong is indeed very strong. If he were younger, his combat power would be above that of Long Zhuojun. Ordinary late Jindan late-stage cultivators might not be his opponents. Even the Soul-Devouring Demon would probably suffer a loss against Nie Shentong at his peak.

As a result, this battle lasted for nearly half an hour.

After the two sides fought for three hundred rounds, Nie Shentong took a breath continuously and released the full power of the Eighth Level Dragon Demon Heart Sutra. Ning Daoran finally couldn't resist and was hit in the chest by Nie Shentong's punch while he was stunned!

"Bang!"

A ray of bright python scale light emerged, it was the magic-level inner armor of python scales!

"Um?"

Nie Shentong was slightly startled. He had used all his strength in this punch, but it was like hitting a copper wall and iron wall when it hit the opponent's inner armor. It didn't move at all! That treasure armor was most likely of the third level, a treasure!

Nie Shentong was so eager to fight that he couldn't stop his hands and feet. He came in a flash with the sound of breaking wind, and punched hard in the air, heading straight for Ning Daoran's head! When martial artists fight, they often fight to the death. Once they are bloodthirsty, they can't stop their fists and feet at all! However, at the moment when Nie Shentong's fist was more than a foot away from Ning Daoran, a piece of tender golden flying sword flew into the air, buzzing and clanging, and hit the opponent's forehead straight.

“Swish!”

Nie Shentong withdrew his hands and feet instantly.

Ning Daoran couldn't help but sneer. He couldn't gain the upper hand in fists and feet, but in fighting... it wasn't too difficult to kill Nie Shentong. After all, they had been fighting for so long. Although he was a little weak, it was only physical weakness. His magic power was fully full. At this time, it was a piece of cake for him to use magic weapons to kill Nie Shentong.

"Ha ha……"

Nie Shentong showed an embarrassed expression.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"snort!"

Ning Daoran smiled faintly: "Today I admit defeat, but it doesn't matter, I will come again, and next time I will definitely be stronger than this time, please wait for me, Brother Nie."

"I'm waiting for you!"

Nie Shentong stood in the wind and snow with his hands behind his back, looking like a senior master.

When Ning Daoran turned and left.

Nie Shentong returned to the hut on the top of the mountain, closed the door and then gently clenched his fists. After more than three hundred rounds of hard fighting, his blood and energy were greatly consumed. If he continued to fight, his combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced.

Fortunately, Jianjia Sanren only knew half of the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra. If he knew the whole thing, the opponent's seventh level would not necessarily be at a disadvantage when fighting against his eighth level.

"etc……"

Nie Shentong's eyes suddenly turned cold: "How could he cultivate the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra to the seventh level in just one year? Could it be that... this person has already been practicing the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra?"

"It must be so, otherwise it would be impossible..."

His eyes became more determined.

"Uncle Master."

Soon after, a familiar voice was heard from outside the door.

Nie Qinghe, the current head of Longwu Mountain, stood outside in the snow with a glass of wine and roast chicken, and said with a smile: "Today is the Little New Year, so I came here to have a drink with my uncle."

"Come in."

Nie Shentong continued to drink, one cup after another, but he became more and more annoyed at the humble headmaster in front of him, and couldn't help asking: "Qinghe, how many levels have you cultivated the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra to?"

"The sixth floor."

Nie Qinghe was surprised: "Master, didn't you know this a long time ago? Why are you asking even though you already know the answer? This Dragon Demon Heart Sutra is so difficult to practice. I have just been promoted to the sixth level for less than two years. It will take at least ten years for me to reach the seventh level."

For a moment, Nie Shentong disliked him even more.

“Qinghe!”

He put the wine glass heavily on the table: "Do you know your mistake? Kneel down!"

“Plop…”

The leader of Longwu Mountain knelt down in confusion.

…

late at night.

Jicheng, small courtyard.

Ning Daoran crossed his legs, looked at the flying snow outside the window, frowned and thought about something.

"Old Deer, it seems like we have nothing to do if we just stay here like this. Do you want to start a business and make some money?"

“Ouch??”

The big stupid deer has round eyes. It’s good to have a good career and make money!

Ning Daoran frowned, "Jicheng is backed by Longwu Mountain, and martial arts are prevalent. There are at least hundreds of martial arts halls of all sizes in the city, and there are a large number of martial artists, but there are not many alchemists in the city. I see that many medicine shops are in short supply. How about this, we rent a shop to open a medicine shop, and I will let the paper man refine the first-level and second-level blood-strengthening pills, blood-melting pills, red blood pills, etc. These pills are in the greatest demand, and we can make a lot of money with small profits and quick turnover, how about that?"

The big stupid deer stood up instantly and roared, indicating that the eldest brother really had a good business sense.

"It's settled then!"

Ning Daoran patted the deer's head and said, "You will be the shopkeeper of the medicine shop!"

He looked at Chi Susu who was busy not far away and said, "Susu, you go to the drugstore and work as a clerk, helping to sell medicine. When the business is good, I will give you a commission. After the drugstore is open, we will move in and live there."

"Yes, sir!"

Chi Susu naturally had no objection. She would wake up laughing even in her dreams if she thought that the young master took her to make money together.

(End of this chapter)