After saying that, Mingyue stroked the tree of fate and fell into silence.

Ding Ling held the divine buckle and showed a complicated expression on his face, not knowing whether it was sad or happy.

The Immortal Art... literally, it is the spiritual art used by the immortal. If this is really the legendary immortal art, then the power is reasonable. The explosion just now happened after he became aware of it and dispersed part of his spiritual power.

Even so, the explosion was so powerful that it knocked him away.

Is there any spiritual rule that can knock people away? Obviously not!

Even last night, the spiritual skill of two middle-level masters of Bai Zhiming and Gu Junxian, the two Taoist intermediate masters, only made him feel like he was hit by a heavy hammer, which hurt his heart. As for knocking away... that's still far away!

Then this immortal technique is indeed very powerful. But... Is it useful to be powerful? One-third of the spiritual power is gone, and he will not cry to death if he is avoided by someone?

At this time, Xuan Wu, who had just heard the explosion and spiritual power fluctuations, rushed over. When he saw Ding Ling's dark right hand, he couldn't help but be happy: "Boss, where were you setting off firecrackers just now?"

"Put the yarn... Stop talking, you can almost eat roasted pig's trotters tonight." After glaring at Xuan Wu, who was gloating, Ding Ling took a quick step, and several ups and downs rushed to the river.

When he washed his hands, he found that the hair on his right finger was burnt out, and his whole hand was red, like a braised pig's trotter with nitr salt.

"Damn! It's so unlucky!"

At this time, Mingyue's voice sounded in her mind. She was a little excited, but also a little hesitant: "Ding Ling, this is indeed an immortal skill."

"It's really an immortal technique?" Ding Ling was shocked. If this is the case, wouldn't the Fourth Elder be an immortal? The legendary earth immortal?

"Yes. But even if this spiritual master was not obtained from the immortal, its power is not far from that of the immortal master."

Ding Ling was surprised and happy: "Is this a good thing?"

"But I checked it and there was something wrong with this immortal technique."

As soon as he heard this, Ding Ling's butt suddenly jumped up like a fire, and his voice suddenly rose eight degrees: "Is there a problem? I'm damn old man dares to give it to me! His uncle! I want to kill the young master!"

Then Mingyue's next sentence immediately calmed him down: "But it is still possible to change it, but it is a little less powerful."

Ding Ling naturally believed in Mingyue's ability to transform the spiritual skills. Once she combined with the Destiny Tree, it was equivalent to a superbiota computer, and it could easily simulate the effects of various spiritual skills and skills.

During dinner, when a group of people saw him holding chopsticks, they inevitably caused laughter. This made him extremely depressed, saying that in order to maintain his usual good image, he decided to wait until the color he had been in the Youxutian was completely restored.

Three days later, his right hand could no longer see anything without looking carefully. At the same time, Mingyue also corrected the spiritual skill and fingering of the Sanwei Lihuo Jue.

After getting familiar with the fingers and formulas again, Ding Ling started the test against a mud wall.

As the truth of the Spirit Jue was blown, a bright yellow flame instantly flew towards the earth wall. Then with a bang, the earth wall was immediately hit by a deep pit the size of a basketball!

Xuan Wu walked closer and took a look, and was shocked and said, "Boss, you are about to catch up with the power of the small earth cannon! What kind of spiritual skill are you?"

Mingyuepiao checked the cracked hole in front of her body and sneered at Xuan Wuyi: "Do you want to learn?"

"Think about it!"

"Let's talk about it when you reach the holy level!" Mingyue shook her ponytail and ignored him and returned to Ding Ling's side.

Ding Ling looked at Xuan Wu with a crying face and smiled: "Your Life River is not strong enough. If you force it, you will definitely be infatuated. You will only come after the extraordinary level or the holy level - I feel that Life River cannot withstand it when I use it now."

When he heard Ding Ling say the strength of the Minghe River, Xuan Wu suddenly lost interest. He muttered: "Who dares to compete with you, the pervert, with the strength of the Minghe River..."

Then, Ding Ling used it again, and while being satisfied with the power, he couldn't help but feel sorry for his natal spiritual power. It seemed that this thing was not something he could use at his current level. But when he looked back, it was a bit expensive, but he finally had a big move, right?

After leaving Youxutian with satisfaction, he decided to take Chen Gang out of the hospital in the next two days and then go to the ghost market.

In fact, Ding Ling felt a little guilty about Chen Gang. Although he could not find any handle and cut off Chen Gang's hand and foot was Sanmao's group. But he still felt that if he had not used such an extremely violent way to solve Sanmao's problem, then Chen Gang might have suffered a little and spent some money, but he would definitely not have fallen to this point.

After returning to the bedroom and taking a shower, he went out directly with his bank card in his arms and was about to go to the hospital to pick up Chen Gang's account.

When he arrived outside the community, he squatted on the ground and blew a cigarette out and smoked slowly. While waiting for the car, he thought about how to open up the situation in the ghost market.

The only things he can take out now are the spiritual pills and spiritual herbs, and the spiritual pills are in conflict with the Bai family. There are many spiritual herbs, but they cannot be put all of them all at once. Scarcity is precious, just like he opened a vegetable stall at once, and I wonder how many people will be stabbed by the backbone.

In annoyance, a silver Toyota Corolla was parked in front of him, and after the window slowly opened, a beautiful face appeared in the window.

"Handsome guy, where are you going?"

Ding Ling looked back and confirmed that the female driver had not recognized the wrong person, he turned his head and looked. He saw that the female driver was about in her early twenties, with a goose face, delicate facial features, without any flaws, and even had no makeup! Seeing Ding Ling look at her, her eyes smiled like crescent moons.

Seeing Ding Ling look at her, "What? Have you never seen a beautiful woman in the wild?"

Ding Ling was happy: "To be honest, I have never seen it before." He turned around and looked again, only to see the several taxis coming over were crowded and then stepped forward and took a step forward.

The female driver thoughtfully pushed open the co-pilot's door for him.

Ding Ling was even more happy. He sat in and asked casually: "How much does it cost to go to the People's Hospital?"

"I see you are a handsome guy, I'm thirty." The female driver smiled sweetly and stepped on the accelerator. The Corolla, which was at most tens of thousands, roared directly.

Ding Ling knew that the car had been modified as soon as he heard the voice - would anyone convert the Corolla into a Ferrari? Just kidding! So... he looked at the female driver, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then quietly released his spiritual sense.

At this moment, a smile sounded behind him: "Ding Ling, I have heard of Daming for a long time."

Ding Ling's pupils shrank, and he raised his realm to the extreme when he turned around.

I saw that at some point a young man in his twenties appeared on the back seat of the car.

He was wearing a meticulous long-sleeved shirt, and even on hot days, he stuffed the hem of the shirt into his trousers. He rolled up his long sleeves to reveal an ordinary electronic watch.
Chapter completed!