Chapter 142 The night of the full moon, the day of passing on the skills!

"Brother Guan, are you okay?"

After returning to their seats, Li Ran and Xiao Ping both asked with a smile on their faces.

Guan Tianyu rolled up his sleeves, revealing his arms which were red and swollen with obvious fist marks, and said unhappily, "Do you think I look okay?"

After saying that, Guan Tianyu picked up a pot of water on the table, drank it down, burped and smacked his lips, "You know what, that kid named Peng Nai has great strength. He's only in the Divine Wandering Realm. If we only talk about physical strength, I'm afraid he's already above me."

"When this person breaks through the True Self Realm, who knows how powerful he will be?"

After a pause, Guan Tianyu seemed to have thought of something, and continued: "Moreover, this kid's sea of ​​consciousness is very strong. I am at the True Self Realm, and I couldn't completely freeze him even after casting the Immobilization Spell."

"Junior Brother Xiao, if you meet him in the competition, you will be in big trouble."

Guan Tianyu patted Chen Zhixing on the shoulder with a look of sympathy on his face.

Chen Zhixing said with a smile: "Brother Guan, I'm afraid you won't fare much better this time against Beifeng's chief disciple Gai Rong, right?"

Hearing this, Guan Tianyu's brows suddenly furrowed and his face fell.

In the previous competition between the two peaks, it was never his turn to face Gai Rong.

But in this competition between the two peaks, the former chief disciple of the South Peak has withdrawn from the list of true disciples due to his age.

Therefore, Guan Tianyu has now become the new chief of Nanfeng's true teachings.

As for the big competition, it’s naturally between the chiefs.

Therefore, Guan Tianyu's opponent in this competition was changed from his old rival Nie Xiaolong to Gai Rong!

"Oh, stop talking! What can I do? I'm desperate too!"

Guan Tianyu rubbed his eyebrows in pain.

In the blink of an eye, fifteen days passed.

The winter snow has gradually melted, and the snow-covered mountains have gradually revealed some green branches.

During these fifteen days, Chen Zhixing finally practiced the core method and reached the fourth level of distortion control!

What is distortion control?

It means to distort the enemy's senses, manipulate and control the enemy's thoughts, and make them become your own puppets! That night.

A bright and huge full moon hangs high in the vast night sky.

Chen Zhixing was wearing a maple leaf-shaped red shirt and sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain.

A servant approached quietly and said, "Xiao Zhenchuan, the peak leader is waiting for you."

Chen Zhixing nodded. Today, the night of the full moon, was the day when Mo Yuemei would pass on her skills.

He also wanted to see what kind of secret method could help a person in the state of spiritual wandering to forcibly ascend to the realm of the True Self! You know, the True Self realm is not some rotten cabbage on the street. No matter what force it is placed in, it is an ultimate existence!

The average family patriarch who can occupy a large city is just Shingo.

Even among top forces like the Tianlan Holy Land and the Ziwei Chen Family, someone at the Zhenwu level can serve as an elder and be the backbone of a sect!

If there is a secret method to upgrade the Divine Wandering Realm to the True Self Realm, I am afraid that the strength of all the cultivators in the entire Eastern Xuan Region will surge up one level! Following the lead of the servant, Chen Zhixing passed through the main hall of the peak, then through corridors and courtyards, and finally stopped in front of a wing room.

"Xiao Zhenchuan, the peak leader is already waiting for you inside."

The servant said this in a respectful voice, then bowed and stepped back.

Chen Zhixing stood in front of the vermilion wing door, took a deep breath, and reached out to knock on the door.

"Ping'er, come in."

In the side room, Mo Yuemei's mature and mature voice was heard.

Chen Zhixing pushed open the door, stepped in, and was slightly startled.

I saw that the entire room was filled with bunches of hanging white gauze curtains.

In the middle of the room, there was a bathtub with hot and wet steam rising from it, making the whole room hazy and blurry.

Chen Zhixing looked up and could vaguely see a beautiful figure sitting cross-legged behind a hanging veil.

The beautiful figure has a long neck, and looking down, there is a pair of indescribable fullness and a slender waist that can be held in one hand.

Even through the veil, you can still see the figure's beautiful curves.

The veil blew slightly, making the figure more hazy, giving a feeling of seeing flowers in the fog.

If it were a person with ordinary self-control, he would probably get blood boiling the moment he saw this scene.

"Ping'er, take off your clothes, take a bath and change your clothes."

Mo Yuemei's voice came from behind the veil.

Chen Zhixing looked a little dazed.

Is this, this, this, the real way to pass on your skills? "Ping'er." Mo Yuemei's voice came again.

"yes."

Chen Zhixing quickly bowed, suppressed the thoughts in his mind, took off his clothes as instructed, and walked into the bathtub.

There was a large pot of medicinal juice boiling in the bathtub. It did not have the bitter taste of ordinary medicine, but instead had a light fragrance.

“Sit cross-legged, practice your cultivation, and absorb the powerful medicinal properties of this medicine.” Mo Yuemei said in a deep voice.

Chen Zhixing nodded, sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.

As Chen Zhixing activated his cultivation, countless pure spiritual energy immediately flowed into Chen Zhixing's body through his pores along with the medicinal juice in the bathtub.

"What a powerful medicinal property!"

Chen Zhixing narrowed his eyes slightly.

This bucket of medicine juice is probably not simple. Just the natural treasures that he can see with his naked eyes include thousand-year-old immortal essence, immortal divine flower, Tianyuan fruit, Xuanhuang true liquid and so on.

To boil a pot of medicinal juice like this, at least millions of spirit stones are needed!

Millions of spirit stones are absolutely an astonishing amount of money for any cultivator!

You know, if the Chen family's spiritual mine is fully mined once, it will only produce millions of spiritual stones!

This touched Chen Zhixing's heart.

It must be said that what the peak leader Mo Yuemei had given for him had far exceeded what a master would give to an ordinary disciple!

As that huge amount of spiritual energy entered his body, the true energy in Chen Zhixing's sea of ​​​​consciousness suddenly increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"She probably wants to use this pot of medicine to help me reach the ninth level of Divine Wandering, right?"

Chen Zhixing's mind moved, and while absorbing the medicinal properties, his cultivation level gradually began to show.

Wandering in three realms!

The fourth level of spiritual journey!

The fifth level of spiritual journey!

An hour later.

The medicinal juice in the bathtub was completely absorbed by Chen Zhixing.

Chen Zhixing also showed his cultivation to the ninth level of the Divine Wandering Realm! Behind a veil.

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

Mo Yuemei was stunned when she saw this.

"Huh? You've reached the ninth level of spiritual realm already? So smoothly?" She was a little surprised.

Originally according to her idea, that pot of medicine should have been able to raise Chen Zhixing's cultivation to the seventh or eighth level of the Divine Wandering Realm.

Then she took out several top-grade elixirs to help Chen Zhixing improve his cultivation to the ninth level of the Divine Wandering!

Who would have thought that before she could make another move, Chen Zhixing had raised his cultivation to the ninth level of Divine Wandering with just that pot of medicine! "It seems that today is a bad day."

A smile appeared on Mo Yuemei's face, and then he spoke again:

"Ping'er, sit at the center of the formation."

As Mo Yuemei finished speaking.

A hexagram-shaped formation suddenly appeared on the ground, emitting bright light.

Chen Zhixing nodded, stood up from the bathtub, with his upper body naked, and walked step by step to the center of the hexagram formation and sat down.

"Master, what's next? What should I do?"

Chen Zhixing sat cross-legged in the center of the hexagram, with his back to Mo Yuemei, and asked.

The gauze curtain was pushed open by a white and slender hand. Mo Yuemei looked at Chen Zhixing's back and couldn't help but have a slightly dazed look in her eyes.

Chen Zhixing was seen with his upper body exposed and his black hair casually draped behind his back like a waterfall.

His skin was white and crystal clear, even whiter and tenderer than that of a woman.

His back was straight and his body was covered with well-proportioned muscles, each with distinct lines, like a sculpture.

Drops of water fell along the skin, emitting a faint glow.

"Master?"

Seeing no movement behind him, Chen Zhixing couldn't help but call out again.

"Ping Ping, don't look back."

Mo Yuemei came back to her senses, and a blush quickly spread from her neck to the tips of her ears.

She cursed herself inwardly for being vulgar, then walked towards Chen Zhixing with light lotus steps.

A hand was placed on Chen Zhixing's shoulder.

Chen Zhixing couldn't help but shudder all over, but he still forced himself not to look back.

"Ping'er, it may be a little itchy, just bear with it."

Hearing Mo Yuemei's voice behind his ear, Chen Zhixing nodded.

Then, he felt that Mo Yuemei behind him seemed to pick up a brush and started writing and drawing on his back.

The tip of the pen is soft, and when it touches the skin, it feels numb and tingling, as if ants are crawling on it.

This made Chen Zhixing tremble again.

What he didn't know was.

Behind her, Mo Yuemei, who was holding a brush dipped in Taiyi Tianjing ink, was also tense and her wrist was trembling slightly.

Even though she was a powerful being in the Nirvana Realm and the head of the South Peak of the Tianlan Holy Land, she had never met a young man like this before.

After a moment.

Mo Yuemei was seen drawing mysterious runes on Chen Zhixing's back.

"Ping'er, I am about to come to the front now, please close your eyes."

Mo Yuemei said in a somewhat dry voice.

After she finished speaking, she seemed to still feel something was wrong, so she reached out and tore off a piece of gauze and tied it around Chen Zhixing's eyes.

Then, Mo Yuemei took a deep breath and walked in front of Chen Zhixing.

She squatted down, suppressed her inner shame, and carefully drew divine patterns on Chen Zhixing's body.

Chen Zhixing could clearly feel the soft tip of the brush slowly moving from his chin to his lower abdomen.

He could also feel that Mo Yuemei's face was very close to his chest, and his skin could clearly feel the wet and hot breath on his chest as Mo Yuemei breathed.

This made Chen Zhixing's pores all over his body relax and his instep stretched straight.

"Master, do we have to be so close?" Chen Zhixing asked in a voice rolling over his throat.

The next moment.

Chen Zhixing couldn't help but open his eyes slightly and look down.

Mo Yuemei, who was concentrating on drawing runes on Chen Zhixing's body, was also stunned and couldn't help but look up.

(End of this chapter)