Mortal Cultivation: Who Can Be More Yin Than Me, the Extreme Yin!

"If you are interested, you can also participate in the magic conference, but with your attainments in thunder magic, I'm afraid it will be difficult to achieve anything.

Chang Xing's tone was extremely contemptuous, with an expression that looked down on Song Wen's thunder skills.

It seemed as if he had completely forgotten that Song Wen had saved his life with thunder.

Song Wendao said, "I'd better not participate, so as not to make people laugh."

Xing Chang said, "You do have some self-awareness. How have you considered guiding my son Lei Fa? Don't worry, I won't treat you badly."

While talking, Chang Xing threw a cloth bag to Song Wen.

"Here are a thousand spirit stones, which are considered as rewards from me."

Song Wen held the cloth bag in his hand and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

The cultivation he showed was that of a late-stage foundation-building monk.

With just a thousand low-grade spiritual stones, I wanted to teach him the thunder method.

When did Refa become so worthless?

The extent of Chang Xing's self-righteousness once again refreshed Song Wen's understanding.

If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to get the "Concentrating Thorn" through Xing Chang, Song Wen really wanted to slap him to death with one palm.

Song Wen put away the spirit stone and said.

"It's an honor for me to serve Mr. Xing. It's just why Mr. Xing chose to use thunder method to participate in the magic conference."

Chief Xing smiled proudly and said: "It is extremely rare for monks to have the talent of thunder. If you participate in the magic competition with thunder, you will definitely stand out among the many contestants and easily get a higher ranking."

Song Wen nodded in agreement, "Which thunder method does Mr. Xing want to start practicing?"

Xing Chang said, "Of course it's thunder in the palm."

Palm Thunder is the most advanced thunder method and can be practiced in the middle stage of Qi training.

"Master Xing has never even practiced Palm Thunder?" Song Wen asked in surprise.

"I haven't practiced yet," said Chief Xing.

"Then where did Mr. Xing know that his talent for thunder is outstanding?"

"As we all know, my father Xing Gaohan is good at thunder magic, and some of my brothers and sisters are also good at thunder magic. How can my talent for thunder magic be so bad!"

The confident look on Xing Chang's face, in Song Wen's opinion, revealed a hint of stupidity.

Such a stupid person could survive in the cruel world of immortal cultivation and advance to the late stage of foundation building.

I have to say that he has a good father and a strong family.

"Does Mr. Xing have the magic formula for palm thunder?" Song Wen asked.

"Of course there are magic tricks. I asked you to come here just to point out the fallacies in my technique." Xing Changdao.

Song Wendao said, "The thunder method is very powerful and can easily get out of control. How about we practice outside the city?"

Chang Xing shook his head repeatedly, "I can't go outside the city. After I was in danger last time, my mother banned me from leaving the city."

Song Wen was helpless, this guy was still a good baby.

"Then let's practice thunder in this small courtyard."

An hour later.

"Young Master Xing is truly a man of extraordinary talents."

Song Wen looked at the thunder light in Chief Xing's hand with a look of surprise on his face, and he was full of compliments.

Unexpectedly, as Chang Xing said, his talent for thunder magic is really not bad.

Of course, it's just not bad, and it's far from Song Wen.

After all, Song Wen's talent for thunder came from the bloodline of the sacred beast Kui Niu in Cang Niu.

The chief criminal raised his hand and threw the lightning high into the sky.

The thunder light soared upward until it was several hundred feet high in the sky, when it suddenly exploded and turned into countless bright thunder lights.

It attracted many monks in Tingfeng Pavilion to look at him sideways.

Chief Xing looked proud, "Everyone in the world says that the talent for thunder is rare, and the practice of thunder is even more difficult, but in my eyes, it is not worth mentioning at all!"

Right now.

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The door of the small courtyard was knocked from outside.

"Guest, Tingfeng Pavilion is a quiet and elegant place. Please do not use magic in Tingfeng Pavilion."

A clear and sweet voice sounded outside the door.

A maid with a beautiful face, about twenty years old, stood quietly outside the door of the small courtyard.

Chang Xing's expression suddenly changed and his eyes were cold.

"How can I, my master, allow you, a humble maid, to dictate what I do?"

He pinched the Thunder Jue, and in a moment, a ball of thunder light as big as a bowl appeared in the palm of his hand.

Xing Chang raised his hand and waved, and lightning flew out.

"boom!"

Lightning fell on the courtyard gate.

The wooden courtyard door was as fragile as paper in front of the lightning spells released by the monks in the later stages of foundation building.

It suddenly turned into countless tiny debris and shot towards the outside of the courtyard.

The poor maid was unable to resist the wood chips that were shot at her at a rapid speed.

She could only watch helplessly as the sharp sawdust penetrated her body. She was riddled with wounds and her flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The sawdust was gone, and the maid's figure had disappeared without a trace.

Only the minced meat from that place proved that a beautiful maid had been here.

"Hmph! If you dare to interfere in my affairs, this is what will happen!"

The noise of Chief Xing's killing was not small, and it immediately attracted the attention of all the monks in Tingfeng Pavilion.

The figure flashed.

A female cultivator in her thirties appeared outside the small courtyard.

This woman has a voluptuous figure, scantily clad clothes, and a sexy feminine beauty in her behavior.

She glanced at the flesh and blood on the ground, her eyes as cold as frost, and looked at Chief Xing in the courtyard.

"Mr. Xing, if you kill me, the maid of Tingfeng Pavilion, you must give me an explanation."

Chang Xing smiled contemptuously and said, "Bai Man, who do you think you are? You want me to explain it to you. If I give you face, you will be the shopkeeper of Tingfeng Pavilion; if I don't give you face, you will be a bitch who can do his best."

Faced with Xing Chang's bad words, Bai Man glared angrily.

"As the heir of the ancestor of the Xing family, Mr. Xing cannot afford to offend me as a casual cultivator. But Tingfeng Pavilion is the property of the eldest son. If the eldest son knows about today's incident, I don't know what he will think. "

In Fangzhu City, there was no one else who could bear the title of 'eldest son' except Xing Gaohan's legitimate son Xing Liren.

Hearing this, Chief Xing looked a little surprised. It was obviously the first time he heard that Tingfeng Pavilion was Xing Liren's property.

Immediately, he became a little panicked and afraid.

"Tingfeng Pavilion is my eldest brother's property?"

Bai Man sneered and said, "Yes or no, Mr. Xing will naturally know if he goes back to Xing's house and inquires."

In his heart, Chang Xing was convinced of this matter.

In Fangzhu City, no one dares to use the name of the Xing family to cheat and deceive. That is the same as seeking death.

He held on, trying to stay calm and not let his timidity be exposed.

"Hmph! But if a maid died, can you still blame me?"

Chang Xing's tone was tough, but he could not hide his inner panic.

Before he finished speaking, he raised his sword, soared into the sky, and hurriedly left Tingfeng Pavilion.

Looking at Xing Yuan's retreating figure, Song Wen's understanding of him deepened.

Bully the weak and fear the strong!

Song Wen looked at Bai Man and cupped his hands.

"Shopkeeper Bai, this matter has nothing to do with me."

Bai Man nodded slightly, said nothing, and allowed Song Wen to leave with his sword.

Song Wenwen thought that the matter was over.

Unexpectedly, the next day he received another message from Chief Xing, inviting him to Tingfeng Pavilion to teach him the thunder technique.

"How could Mr. Xing have such a short memory? He just lost face in Tingfeng Pavilion yesterday, and today he took the initiative to send him to his door. Could it be that he has found a backer and is confident?"