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The most famous thing about the Iron Stake Ferry was the large iron stake near the cliff by the river. This iron stake was a rectangular pillar with the thickness of a person. It was inserted into the bottom of the river dozens of feet deep. Legend has it that there was an evil dragon suppressed under this pillar. This evil dragon had once stirred up trouble in this area. Later, it was suppressed by a Taoist master with the iron pillar and left a message, "Unless the iron pillar blossomed, this evil dragon would not be free." Legend, in any case, became a legend. However, the locals once said that when someone passed by here in the past, he once placed a child's flowery hat on the iron stake. As a result, there was suddenly no wind in the river and the waves were turbulent. The person panicked and hurriedly took the hat away. Therefore, the locals believed that there really was an evil dragon under the iron stake and forbade anyone from placing flowery things on the iron stake.
Qin Lang was now next to the iron stake. He carefully looked at the iron stake. The iron stake was already rusty, but there were still some strange runes on the stake. These were the runes of the Feng Shui array. Although it had been a long time, Qin Lang could still feel the fluctuations of spiritual energy.
Needless to say, these were the masterpieces of the Art Sect.
Qin Lang carefully looked at the surrounding Feng Shui. He knew that this iron stake was actually not used to suppress the evil dragon, but to suppress the "dragon vein". Although the Dragon Vein here was not a true Dragon Vein and was only a branch vein, the Spiritual Qi in this Spiritual Vein was still quite abundant. Back then, after the Technique Master had taken a fancy to this Spiritual Vein, he had sealed it for his own use. As a result, the spiritual vein changed course, causing the vicinity of the Iron Stake Ferry to become deserted.
Although the theory of Feng Shui was illusory, it still made some sense.
The people of the Art Sect invited Qin Lang to duel here. Perhaps they had taken a fancy to this place's Feng Shui spiritual vein.
The terrain had been clearly investigated. Qin Lang decided to find a place to fill his stomach and then fight.
Qin Lang ate a big meal in a nearby town. Now that the Iron Stake Ferry was deserted, the fish in the nearby river tasted good. It was really delicious when paired with the local wine.
At midnight, which was close to 12 o 'clock, the already slightly drunk Qin Lang went to the Iron Stake Ferry as arranged.
Tonight, the bright moon hung high in the sky again, but it was not a full moon.
Under the moonlight, the surface of the river was shrouded in mist. A silhouette stood on top of the iron pillar, faintly discernible and illusory, like a water ghost. This person should be the Art Sect Saint — — Peng Yinglong.
This person should be the Art Sect Saint — — Peng Yinglong.
Although Peng Yinglong's name sounded mighty and domineering, he was actually a short old man. He wore a bamboo hat and a straw raincoat, and he was fishing on an iron pole.
Whoosh!
Peng Yinglong raised the fishing rod in his hand and a huge green fish broke out of the water. He then stretched out his hand and grabbed the fish. With a single swipe of his hand, he tore the fish into two. Qin Lang then asked, "Sovereign Qin, are you interested in trying a piece?"
"I've already eaten cooked fish. I'm not used to eating raw fish. Thank you for your kindness." Qin Lang watched Peng Yinglong eat the two pieces of raw fish together with the bones.
After Peng Yinglong finished eating, Qin Lang said, "Lord Qin, no matter what, I admire your courage. A mere Spirit Condensation cultivator dares to face a Martial Sage. You're probably the first one. "
"Of course, I'm probably the only one in the Spirit Condensation realm who can still be a sect master." Qin Lang said confidently, "However, since I'm able to sit firmly in the position of Sect Master, it has nothing to do with my realm, but my strength. Senior Peng, please! "
"Sovereign Qin, please!" Peng Yinglong said in a low voice. His Martial Spirit had already begun to appear.
Although this old man's stature was short, his Martial Spirit was quite domineering. It was a huge Winged Dragon. If anyone were to see this scene, they would definitely think that the Evil Dragon from the river had appeared again.
"Earth, Sky Piercing!"
Qin Lang said in a low voice. His aura suddenly rose and formed one after another Spiritual Vortex around his body. This was because Qin Lang's seventy-three dantians were connected, and each dantian was completely under Qin Lang's control. Therefore, the absorption of Spiritual Qi by these dantians was also under Qin Lang's control.
This was the beauty that Qin Lang had recently comprehended after dual cultivating with Ren Meili. Although his body had seventy-three dantians of various sizes, and these dantians could provide him with an endless supply of Spiritual Qi and Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth, the efficiency of each dantian was not maximized.
The Fish Dragon Art, which linked the mysteries of martial arts and cultivation, was not as simple as adding a few more dantians. Instead, each dantian had to cooperate with each other and perform their respective duties. Only then could the "work efficiency" of each dantian be fully mobilized.
Some dantians absorbed Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth, some were responsible for converting Spiritual Qi and Yuan Qi into one's own True Essence, and some were used to explode one's combat strength … The coordination of each dantian was the essence of the Fish Dragon Art.
The Fish Dragon Art not only required one to turn a fish into a dragon, but also to be able to turn back into a fish after becoming a dragon. The so-called turning back into a fish was, in fact, an absolute control over one's own cultivation method and body. One had to be able to control every dantian in one's body as one wished.
Solitary Yang doesn't grow, and solitary Yin doesn't grow. Qin Lang only understood this principle after he dual cultivated with Ren Meili. This was also the reason why he dared to fight Peng Yinglong.
Sensing the fluctuation of Spiritual Qi around Qin Lang, Peng Yinglong's expression turned grave as expected. "Good! No wonder you're the leader of the Poisons Sect. It seems that many people have underestimated your strength. However, your cultivation level is only at the Reaching Heaven State, right? If you're still at the Reaching Heaven State, you'll still die tonight! "
"Die? That's not necessarily true. I'll have to try to find out. " Qin Lang moved. Like a flash of lightning, he shot toward Peng Yinglong. He was going to take the initiative to attack.
Rumble!
Qin Lang's fist collided with Peng Yinglong's palm. With the two of them as the center, a blast of air burst out, and the river water exploded into white silk that was more than ten meters high.
Peng Yinglong, who was standing on the iron pole, swayed a little and said, "Not bad." Then he waited for Qin Lang to fall into the water, so that he would have a chance to suppress Qin Lang. The reason why Peng Yinglong chose this iron pole was that it was the only foothold. If Qin Lang couldn't hit the iron pole, he would only end up falling into the water. Although falling into the water couldn't drown Qin Lang, it would leave an opening and give Peng Yinglong a chance to suppress him.
With Peng Yinglong's strength, as long as he went all out, he believed that he could suppress Qin Lang firmly.
Qin Lang did fall into the water, but he didn't fall directly into the water as Peng Yinglong had expected. Instead, he floated on the water like a goose feather.
Qinggong: Drifting on Water?
Peng Yinglong was slightly surprised. He felt that it was impossible for Qin Lang to have such an ability. The so-called Qinggong: Drifting on Water also required leverage. Even the arrogant Bodhidharma was rumored to use the buoyancy of reeds to cross the river. Although this Qin Lang had some ability, he couldn't be as strong as Bodhidharma.
After a while, Peng Yinglong discovered the problem. It turned out that there was something under Qin Lang's feet!
It was a huge turtle!
This turtle could actually easily support the weight of Qin Lang's body!
Of course, the dragon turtle could indeed support the weight of Qin Lang's body. But more importantly, Qin Lang had gradually understood how to use the airflow produced by the 73 dantians around his body to control his body.
The airflow vortex formed by the 73 dantians, as long as it was controlled properly, was equivalent to 73 "turbines". It could reduce the weight of Qin Lang's body. Moreover, if he was in a place with dense spiritual energy, Qin Lang could almost float in the air with the help of these 73 dantians.
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