Seeing the smiling expression on Zhou Tong's face, Yang Zhen felt for the first time that someone could smile so meanly. If Yang Zhen was not unable to beat the old man in front of him, he would have slapped him in the face long ago.

"Stay away from me!" Yang Zhen waved at Zhou Tong with a look of disgust.

After all, he is about to break through to the Half-Step Emperor realm, how can he be so shameless?

Where is the immortal demeanor you promised me?

Even if he doesn't have the appearance of an immortal, he should at least look like a Taoist master, right? He is serious, moves as fast as the wind and sits as hard as an old clock. This is the demeanor that a great cultivator should have.

Looking at the ugly and unkempt old man in front of him, with a smile on his face and an expression like a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken, Yang Zhen felt a little creepy.

"Boy, don't be so reserved. The reason why this unknown blood refining method is valued by this old man is because it has eight magical turning points, which can be cultivated in different directions, but..."

At this point, Zhou Tong looked at Yang Zhen, and seeing that Yang Zhen continued to walk forward with an expressionless face, he stretched out two fingers to pinch the corner of Yang Zhen's clothes and pulled them. After realizing that it was a futile effort, he curled his lips and continued, "But I have tried to practice all these eight turning points, and still can't find the feeling, it's like... it's like..."

Yang Zhen glanced at Zhou Tong and said, "It seems like no matter how you practice, it's wrong."

"Right, right, right. You hit the nail on the head, Yang. That's the feeling. No matter how I practice, I always feel something is wrong. How... did you do it?"

With Zhou Tong's strength and realm, he could already see from the fact that Yang Zhen had only absorbed the changes in blood and qi brought about by the qi and blood of heaven and earth that Yang Zhen had actually succeeded in his cultivation.

Moreover, Yang Zhen’s cultivation direction is not any of the eight directions. That is to say, this unknown blood refining method has other cultivation directions, at least Yang Zhen’s.

Doesn't that mean that the unknown blood refining method actually has nine cultivation directions? This is simply a magical cultivation method.

Even an old monster like Zhou Tong, who had lived for who knows how many years, had never heard that a martial art could have so many directions of practice.

All martial arts in the world have the ability to change after being practiced to the extreme, and the same is true for the way of body building.

However, this unknown blood refining method in front of him was actually very different from the traditional method of cultivation. If this blood refining method was perfected, it would be something that every super sect would extremely desire.

Think about it, the same method of cultivation can be taught in accordance with the individual's aptitude, and can be cultivated in different directions according to the different holy roots and talents of the disciples. This is the most suitable method.

If used well, this unknown blood refining method can help disciples save at least several decades or even hundreds of years of detours.

Although these decades and hundreds of years are nothing in the history of cultivation that can easily last for tens of thousands of years, what about people of the same generation? The more Zhou Tong thought about it, the more excited he became. If he used it well, his peers would be ahead of him in cultivation speed and time by several decades. What would the result be? Wouldn't it be possible to beat him up if he wanted to, or to press him to the ground if he wanted to?

Seeing the exaggerated expression on Zhou Tong's face, Yang Zhen knew what the old man was thinking. He grinned and said, "Old man, this unknown blood refining method could be very valuable if it could be perfected."

Zhou Tong's fantasy was interrupted. He did not doubt it and said with a glare, "What do you mean it might be very valuable? If it gets out, I'm afraid all the sects in the whole Great Wilderness World will fight over it."

Yang Zhen exclaimed, blinked his eyes and said, "So precious?"

Zhou Tong's face was full of pride, and he said, "It's more than precious, it's extremely precious... What do you want to do?"

Yang Zhen laughed and said to Zhou Tong: "In our village, there is a saying that rare goods are valuable. What if I dismantle this blood refining method and sell it in different categories? Although it is not as powerful as the complete cultivation method, I can still make a lot of money. By then..."

"Stop, stop, stop. What do you mean by that time? There is no such time!" Zhou Tong was furious and pointed at Yang Zhen and shouted, "You bastard, such a precious technique is so tempting to me, and you actually want to sell it? Go ahead and tear it apart and sell it?"

Yang Zhen nodded seriously and said, "Yes, it's because we are just independent cultivators and poor!"

"This is ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous. No matter how much you want to sell it for, just sell it to me!" Zhou Tong said firmly, pulling on the corner of Yang Zhen's clothes, as if he was afraid that Yang Zhen would disappear with a whoosh.

"What promise?" Zhou Tong was stunned, obviously not able to react to Yang Zhen's bizarre idea.

The span is too big!

Yang Zhen glared and said, "You are such a lie-loving old man. You are so old but you go back on your word. Forget it. I don't count on you anyway. Just sell this blood refining method. Let me think... Yaoguang Holy Land seems to be very rich."

"fart!"

Zhou Tong was stunned, pinching his waist and said, "Asshole, when it comes to wealth, who can compare to my Tian Jue Sect?"

Oh my, this old man finally said something useful. Is Tianjuemen very rich?

While Yang Zhen was stunned, Zhou Tong glanced at him and said, "Boy, empty words are useless. Tell me first, how did you do it? You can even absorb the blood of heaven and earth in the thundercloud of heavenly punishment. It seems that the unknown blood refining method cannot do this, right?"

Yang Zhen nodded and said, "The blood refining method you gave me can't do it, but I changed it a little bit!"

"Sure enough!" Zhou Tong's eyes lit up, and he came up to Yang Zhen and asked curiously, "What was changed?"

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Yang Zhenyi stretched out his hand.

"What?" Zhou Tong asked blankly.

"Show me a martial art worthy of this saint first!" Yang Zhen glared.

This is something we have agreed on, and we both want it. Moreover, Zhou Tong also said that this is just a transaction between the two of us. I just want to become his disciple, but he doesn't think highly of me.

Zhou Tong smiled awkwardly upon hearing this, then glared and said casually: "Isn't it just a martial art? I have many here. I'll give you one. If you can perfect it, I'll take you as my master!"

Yang Zhen was stunned, looking at Zhou Tong in bewilderment, and asked stupidly: "Are you telling the truth?"

Zhou Tong saw the confused expression on Yang Zhen's face and laughed out loud. Like a fat old man who finally won a game, he said arrogantly: "I, Zhou Tong, always keep my word. People call me the old man who always keeps his word!"

Yang Zhen stretched out his little finger and said, "Then it's a deal!"

"What is this for?" Zhou Tong stared at Yang Zhen's little finger in a daze.

"Pin hook, the most vicious oath in our village." Yang Zhen looked at Zhou Tong with a playful expression and asked, "Are you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid of you at all!" Zhou Tong also stretched out his little finger and hooked Yang Zhen's little finger.

"We promise not to change for 100 million years." Yang Zhen muttered to himself.

Boom! Thunder roared suddenly from the sky. Zhou Tong looked at the sky in disbelief and suspicion, as if he was on a pirate ship.

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