After leaving his uncle's room, He Yiming returned to his room, took out his glaive, and headed deep into the mountains again.
After knowing that Lu Xinwen was a Xiantian master, He Yiming didn't feel any fear, but he didn't dare to underestimate him either.
When facing a Xiantian master, if he dared to be careless or hide his strength, it would be no different from courting death.
He Yiming's most powerful martial technique at the moment was undoubtedly the 36 Splitting Mountain Forms. This Xiantian technique could not only be used as a palm technique, but also as a blade technique.
Of course, if he used the glaive to perform the 36 Splitting Mountain Forms, he could unleash the full power of this Xiantian technique.
He Yiming didn't understand why he felt this way, but using the glaive to perform this Xiantian technique did give him the best feeling.
Since that was the case, He Yiming naturally wouldn't give up on this strongest weapon and move in the face of such a powerful enemy.
Carrying the glaive, He Yiming's movements were as fast as lightning, and he ran into the mountains faster than when he came.
He was like a wisp of smoke that was gently blown by the wind, and he suddenly floated a hundred meters away. In the blink of an eye, he had left the Yuan Manor without anyone knowing.
This speed was really unleashing the Cloud and Rain Soaring Technique to the extreme. The more he used it, the more proficient he felt.
Not long after, he arrived at the place where he had refined the glaive again. The scenery there was still a mess, and he couldn't completely restore the destruction in such a short time.
He Yiming reached out and took off his backpack. He gently raised a corner and shook it against the wind, and three parts of the glaive suddenly flew into the sky.
Such a heavy glaive actually flew in the air as if it were weightless.
He Yiming's body shook at this moment. It was just a slight shake, but his body actually had a feeling that it was about to vaporize. It was as if the one standing there wasn't a person, but a phantom, a cloud of mist.
Then, he moved. This time, he was no longer alone. Instead, he took countless steps in an instant. It was as if he had taken dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of steps in the surroundings at the same time.
These steps weren't illusory steps, but real steps on the ground. It was like an endless mountain rain that enveloped the entire mountain.
In a trance, He Yiming's figure had already turned into this patch of cloud and mist, turning into this torrential rain.
Suddenly, his body paused, and his feet stepped out alternately, stepping on the air several times in succession. At the same time, he stretched out his arm and caught the three parts of the glaive that fell from the air.
His hands shook at an incomparably fast speed, leaving an afterimage in the sky. In an instant, he had already assembled the glaive in mid-air.
While he was still in midair, the Thirty-Six Splitting Mountain Forms had already been executed with the pressure of Mount Tai.
With a loud bang, He Yiming fell to the ground with a plop. Although it wasn't to the extent of landing on his butt, it was still quite embarrassing. Fortunately, the handle of the glaive was firmly inserted into the ground. Otherwise, he might have really fallen.
He took a slight breath, and a trace of redness flashed across his face. The awe-inspiring aura just now disappeared in an instant.
Looking at the glaive in his hand, he felt lucky in his heart.
What He Yiming wanted to do just now was to integrate the 36 Splitting Mountain Forms of the glaive into his own body movement. If he could use these two Xiantian combat skills together, he was sure that he would be able to display an unparalleled power.
Two Xiantian Cultivation Techniques. If they could really be superimposed, then the effect would definitely not be additive. Instead, it would be as terrifying as a multiplication.
If he really succeeded, then he would have more confidence in dealing with the Xiantian experts who were about to come.
However, the Thirty-six Splitting Mountain Forms belonged to the Innate Gold Cultivation Method, while the Soaring Cloud Technique that he created was obviously a light and ethereal cultivation method that was like a swimming dragon. It was extremely different from the Thirty-six Splitting Mountain Forms that could destroy everything. It was afraid that it would not be so easy to smoothly combine these two cultivation methods into one.
With a soft sigh, He Yiming frowned again.
In fact, he had already considered this problem long ago. He also knew that it was not very difficult to solve the conflict between these two techniques. After all, this was a problem that belonged to the coordination of combat skills. It was far less difficult to coordinate than the conflict between the essential Qi cultivation techniques.
As long as there was enough time, for example, 10 or 20 years of hard work, then this problem could basically be solved.
At that time, it would definitely not be difficult to use the Soaring Cloud Technique to use the glaive to perform the 36 Splitting Mountain Forms.
However, what He Yiming lacked the most now was time. He was sure that Lu Xinwen would definitely not let him delay the duel for 10 or 20 years.
As long as it was possible, he would definitely eradicate the He Clan and kill all of them. He would undoubtedly be ranked first on that list.
After hesitating for a moment, He Yiming raised his head and gazed at the sky, as if there was something strange there that could attract his attention.
Suddenly, his body moved again. This time, he kept climbing up the mountain and finally arrived at the place where he had comprehended the Tao this morning.
He looked as far as he could see. In the distance, there were endless mountain ranges. He was like a speck of dust, so small and insignificant.
He stretched out his glaive. This fierce weapon that countless people looked askance at couldn't even compare to a billionth of the mountain range.
He Yiming slowly closed his eyes. His mind seemed to have returned to that moment.
At this moment, in this place, he seemed to have once again returned to the magical state he had when he first gained enlightenment.
In his mind, the figure made up of clouds, mist, and rain appeared again.
When this figure used the Cloud Rain Soaring Technique, it seemed to be even more elegant than when He Yiming used it himself. Slowly, the mist above the figure began to churn and eventually formed a large glaive.
With this glaive, the figure's transformation seemed to be somewhat hindered.
However, this situation didn't last long. The glaive in the figure's hand seemed to slowly become as light as a feather. He became more proficient.
Sets of sharp blade techniques were unleashed from the figure's hand. However, this wasn't the Thirty-six Splitting Mountain Forms. Instead, it was a casual blade technique that coordinated with the body technique.
These blade techniques didn't have a fixed pattern. Instead, they constantly changed as the body technique moved.
When He Yiming gathered all his energy, what appeared in his mind wasn't any demons or ghosts. Instead, it was an ability that he discovered after his epiphany.
After watching the mountain rain and morning mist, the essential Qi in his body spread endlessly. When he communicated with the Qi of Heaven and Earth in the outside world, a mysterious feeling appeared in his mind. It seemed that after he explored the mysteries of the origin of the clouds and mist, the origin of the clouds and mist merged with his subconscious, allowing him to completely grasp the ability to change the clouds and rain.
When this subconscious was reflected in his mind, there was an additional subconscious figure that was proficient in all the changes of the clouds and rain.
It was precisely this subconscious figure that absorbed the origin of the clouds and rain that combined all the techniques of the clouds and rain into one, and finally created the Soaring Cloud and Rain Technique.
At this moment, what He Yiming was doing was fusing the glaive and the Thirty-six Splitting Mountain Forms into this subconscious figure. He wanted his subconscious figure to fuse these two mystical techniques in a short period of time.
This wasn't a legend, but a special cultivation method.
It was just like how some scholars would desperately study and memorize everything the night before, but they would never be able to remember everything. However, after sleeping for a night, the things that they remembered from the night before would often become extremely clear.
Moreover, as they continued to recite, these memories would become firmer and firmer, until they would become memories that they would never forget.
That was He Yiming's situation. However, he was in a state of epiphany once again. After grasping the power of the origin of clouds and rain, he seemed to have activated a certain mysterious power within his body, allowing the ability to take concrete form in his head.
Through the practice of the subconscious figure, he could compress the time needed to fuse these two incompatible Innate Battle Skills to a terrifying extent.
After a long time, He Yiming, who was standing on the top of the mountain, suddenly moved. His footsteps were as if he was flying, and he once again stomped around like a storm. However, although he was on the top of the mountain with his eyes closed, it was as if there was a pair of invisible eyes on his feet. No matter how exaggerated his stomping movements were, he never stepped out of the top of the mountain and suffered the tragic fate of falling off the cliff.
When his feet stepped on a critical spot, his body suddenly leaped high, and he glided in mid-air like a bird that had grown wings.
If ordinary people saw this scene, they would definitely kowtow and call him an immortal. However, if cultivators saw this scene, they would be so shocked that their eyeballs would pop out.
To be able to cultivate the Lightness Technique to such an extent, this was almost beyond the limits of the human body.
Indeed, the body of every Innate Expert had been baptized by the Qi of Heaven and Earth, and it was still constantly undergoing the changes of the Qi of Heaven and Earth. The strength of their bodies had far exceeded that of those Acquired Experts, and this was the biggest advantage of Innate Experts.
It was not an exaggeration to say that they had exceeded the limits of Acquired Experts.
In midair, He Yiming flipped his wrist, and the glaive once again slashed through the air. A huge glaive violently surged out from the first section of the glaive, and shot out like a lightning bolt.
This insubstantial blade light was as powerful as a peerless Divine Soldier made of steel. Wherever the blade light swept past, it was instantly cut into two sections. Even the hard rock wall that had withstood countless years of wind and rain could not escape the fate of being cut in half by the glaive.
He Yiming's feet landed on the ground, and a powerful Genuine Qi suddenly gushed out from under his feet like a jet. The shoes and socks on his feet were completely tattered in an instant, and the acupoint on the soles of his feet was directly reduced to nothingness.
On the ground, there was a loud sound like that of a drum, and there were already two inexplicably large pits.
At the same time, He Yiming's body leaped high, and he raised the glaive above his head like a demon.
A huge Qi Power gushed out from his body, and the glaive, which was like a pillar supporting the sky, finally chopped down heavily.
The blade light on the glaive suddenly left the glaive, and it had already passed through the space in front of him, and in a flash, appeared on a huge tree more than ten meters away.
Then, with a flash of light, it suddenly disappeared without a trace.
He Yiming opened his eyes, and his mouth was wide open in surprise. His action just now had already merged the Thirty-six Splitting Mountain Forms and the Soaring Cloud and Rain Technique together. Not only did he not encounter any obstacles, but he was also like a fish in water, complementing each other.
His last attack was unimaginably powerful, and it had even stimulated the blade light on the glaive.
This was something that he had never imagined before, and even he was shocked at this moment. He did not expect that after these two combat skills were combined, the power of each seemed to have increased by a level.
However, all the credit belonged to the illusory figure that appeared in his mind after his epiphany. It seemed that the figure had a magical ability, and that was to combine those incomplete and half-baked techniques into one, and form something that completely belonged to him.
This had a lot to do with the uniqueness of his body.
His body contained all the techniques of the five elements, but after the inner strength and essential Qi that were condensed from these techniques passed through his meridians and returned to his dantian, they would become a chaotic mass.
It was as if no matter what technique he cultivated, the total amount of essential Qi would increase. When he used a technique of a certain type, his essential Qi would automatically possess all the characteristics of that technique.
It was because of such a strange and magical physique that He Yiming was able to break through his limits in a short period of time and reach his current level.
In the past, only his inner strength and essential Qi had such characteristics, but after an inexplicable epiphany, even his combat skills seemed to have a similar change.
Letting out a soft sigh, He Yiming's heart was filled with endless questions.
He knew that all these changes were ultimately due to the fortuitous encounter at the bottom of the lake that day. However, what he couldn't figure out was what exactly that ball of light was to actually have such an inconceivable ability.
"Whoosh … Crash …"
A loud sound came from the front, and He Yiming was awakened from his contemplation. He looked up in surprise, and his eyes suddenly focused.
In front of his eyes, the big tree that was once slashed by the blade light had collapsed at this moment.
The middle of the big tree, which was as smooth as silk, was actually cut off by the blade without any hindrance.
Looking at the root of the big tree, he did not know when, but there was a long scar that was not too thick on the ground. This long scar started from the root of the big tree, and it spread in a straight line into the distance.
All the trees and flowers along the way were cut off by this long scar.
He Yiming could no longer hide the shocked expression on his face. He finally understood that the power of the blade light after it left the body was actually so great.
In comparison, his fierce slashing with the glaive might not be comparable to the impact of this blade light.
If he were to encounter a similar saber light, would he be able to withstand it with his bare hands?
He withdrew his gaze in a daze, and it fell on the glaive in his hand.
This huge and terrifying weapon had actually become so cute in his heart. However, a question popped up in his mind. 'Is this glaive really just a weapon made of ordinary iron?'
After a long while, he put away the glaive. On the mountain peak, when he wanted to enter the state of epiphany again, he found that he could not enter it no matter what.
He sighed softly, and turned to leave. In just one day, he had already entered the state of epiphany twice in a row. This was definitely an amazing thing. If he was still not satisfied, then he would really be like a snake trying to swallow an elephant …
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In Zhengtong County City, in the Fan family residence, all the servants were very careful, and did not dare to make any loud noise.
Because their master, the head of the Fan family, Fan Shuhe, seemed unusually irritable and uneasy today.
In the memories of the elders in the residence, the head of the family had not had such an expression for decades. Therefore, everyone already understood that something big must have happened, and it was something that caused the head of the family to have a headache.
Eldest Young Master Fan Haori hurried into Fan Shuhe's room, and his face was also solemn. He said, "Father, I have already searched, and there is no trace of the two uncles anywhere."
Fan Shuhe's eyes flashed, and he said, "Did they leave any letters?"
Fan Haori shook his head with certainty, and said, "No, I personally searched the room where the two uncles stayed. Let alone a letter, there was not even a piece of paper."
Fan Shuhe was silent, as if he was thinking about something.
After a moment, Fan Haori said softly, "Father, could it be that the two uncles left without saying goodbye because of the failure that day?"
"Hmph." Fan Shuhe snorted angrily, and said, "The two brothers of the Xiao family and I have known each other for decades, how could I not know their character? They are definitely not the kind of people who abandon their friends and run away before the battle. "
Fan Haori took half a step back and did not dare to say anything more. He only said, "But father, the two uncles have been missing for more than a day, and there are no traces of fighting in their room …"
Even though Fan Shuhe was in a fretful mood, he could not help but laugh, and said, "Don't let your imagination run wild. With the ability of your two uncles, it is impossible for anyone to capture them without alerting us."
Fan Haori remembered the day when the two brothers of the Xiao family joined forces to fight with He Quanxin, and he agreed with this point in his heart.
When the two of them joined forces, even a master of the tenth layer of internal strength could not take them down at once, and it was impossible to do so without alerting anyone.
Fan Shuhe frowned and kept thinking in his heart.
Suddenly, he felt that the air around him seemed to be different. He turned around abruptly, and could not help but turn pale with fright. His legs slightly exerted force, and he jumped back as if he had a spring installed. The moment he made this move, he had already subconsciously reached out without thinking, and pulled Fan Haori's arm. With a gentle pull, he had already pulled Fan Haori behind him.
PS: On the first day of the New Year, I wish all the brothers and sisters who still insist on studying a new year …
Another thing, today and last night, White Crane received many messages wishing him a new year. But in December last year, White Crane's mobile phone accidentally fell into the water, and no matter how hard he tried, it could not be opened. Only a few people on the SM card's contact list knew about it, and the contact list on the mobile phone was all lost.
Therefore, Bai He basically didn't recognize any of his friends who had sent him messages, so he didn't reply. Please forgive him. Sweat … (To be continued, if you want to know what happened next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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