Chapter 67: Fighting the Top

That layer of black curtain could not be seen through with the eyes, and it would be bounced back if he used his spiritual thoughts. Qingyang tentatively touched it with his hand. It was smooth and hard, like a wall. He even used his palm to chop it. There was no response. I didn’t know what the shady was made of, let alone what was outside the shady.

After working for a long time, Qingyang still knew nothing about the shady situation in front of him, and finally had to give up. He couldn't run away anyway. He had plenty of time, so he might as well save it for later research.

Qingyang sensed it carefully and found that there was spiritual energy in this space, and it was nearly twice as dense as the outside world. If he could practice here for a long time, his speed would probably increase a lot. It's just that the space in this Drunken Immortal Gourd is not big, and I don't know if the spiritual energy inside can be replenished quickly when it is used up. Forget it, don't waste it casually.

The entire space covers an area of ​​about twenty acres, with the wine pond square in the middle occupying nearly six acres, and the rest is open space with exposed soil. After walking back and forth in this space several times, he became familiar with all the conditions inside. Only then did Qingyang remember a problem, that is, how to get out. Although this space is good, it would be bad if he couldn't get out.

Thinking of this, his thoughts suddenly tightened, and then he felt a burst of tearing force. With the previous experience, Qingyang followed the trend. After a slight dizziness, he was from the Drunk Immortal Gourd in the blink of an eye. He came out and stood in the cave again.

Qingyang then tried several more times and found that as long as he faced the wine gourd and thought about entering the space of the Drunken Immortal Gourd, he could enter in an instant, and the same thing happened when he came out. And he can choose at will, whether only his spiritual mind goes in to observe, or his whole body enters the Drunken Immortal Gourd space, which is extremely convenient.

Finally, he figured out the characteristics of the Drunken Immortal Gourd. When he raised his head again, he found that Master Songhe was staring at him with his eyes wide open, with a shocked expression on his face, and he kept saying Water dripped onto my clothes and I didn't even think of wiping them off.

Old Taoist Songhe has been around the world all his life and can be considered a well-informed person, but he was shocked to be like this, which shows that what happened this time was really beyond his expectation. Also, for an ordinary person, seeing a large living person disappear from before his eyes and then suddenly appear again several times in a row may frighten him to death if he encounters someone with weak nerves.

Old Taoist Songhe was his master, and there was no need to hide anything. Qingyang talked about the important things about the Drunk Immortal Gourd, and also expressed his regret that all the essence of the immortal alcohol was drunk up by the alcoholic bees. After listening, Master Songhe licked his lips regretfully, and finally told Qingyang several times that this matter would be rotten in his stomach and should not be mentioned again.

While the two were talking, they suddenly heard someone shouting outside: "Hey, Qingyang little bastard, have you finally been blocked by me? Why don't you come out and die soon?"

Qingyang and Songhe Laodao in the cave couldn't help but be shocked. This was actually Hu Zhenhua's voice. It had been almost a day since they escaped from the valley. They didn't expect that they would be caught up by this man in the end.

At that time, Qingyang jumped over the pool to escape, but Hu Zhenhua had an injury on his leg and it was inconvenient to jump over the pool, so he did not chase him out immediately. Later, when he took care of the wound and gradually adapted to the leg injury, after chasing him out, there was no shadow of Qingyang outside.

However, he was teased by Qingyang many times and hated him so much that he vowed not to be a human being until he killed Qingyang. So regardless of his injuries, he chased outside the valley. However, the mountains and forests outside were vast, and he had no clue for a while. It was already late, and jungle beasts were infested, so he could only temporarily hide for the night.

This morning, he restarted the pursuit at dawn, but finding a person in the mountains and dense forests was like finding a needle in a haystack. It was too difficult. It only took Qingyang more than an hour to escape here last night, but Hu Zhenhua's pursuit failed. It took most of the day.

He searched and searched until noon. Finally, when Hu Zhenhua passed by a small river, he smelled the smell of blood by the river and saw the offal organs of hare and pheasant discarded by the river. Only then did he confirm that someone was nearby, so he followed the clues and found Qing Hu. This is the cave where Master Yang and his disciples are hiding.

Hu Zhenhua faintly heard voices in the cave outside. He was worried that there was more than one person inside, and he was repeatedly deceived by Qingyang yesterday. He was afraid that there would be another trap waiting for him inside, so he did not dare to break into the cave directly. The scolding started outside.

Qingyang actually expected Hu Zhenhua to come to his door, because his cave was not very far from the valley, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

However, he is not worried. On the one hand, it is because the master has woken up. Although Songhe Laodao has not yet recovered his strength, Qingyang has a backbone and is more secure in his heart. On the other hand, it was because he had become an immortal cultivator and his strength had greatly improved compared to before, so he wanted to try his skills.

Hearing Hu Zhenhua's scolding, Qingyang was not afraid at all. He stood up and walked out of the cave, came to the opposite side of Hu Zhenhua, and looked at Hu Zhenhua quietly, as if he really came out to die.

Hu Zhenhua saw that it was indeed Qingyang, his enemy whom he hated to the core. He could not help but approach a few steps, looked at Qingyang with squinting eyes, and gritted his teeth and said: "What courage, knowing that the disaster is coming, you dare to come out to die. This time I blocked you, let's see where you can escape."

Qingyang said lightly: "Escape? Why should I escape? I can hurt you in the cave. Now that your injuries have not healed, do I still fear you? Looking at your current state, I am afraid that the wound has not been treated carefully?"

Qingyang's careless tone made Hu Zhenhua feel ignored and insulted. He said angrily: "Humph, you are still stubborn when you are about to die. I am still injured. Is your injury yesterday lighter than mine? This time I will never show mercy again."

Hu Zhenhua didn't know that Qingyang's waist injury had actually healed. If he had received such an injury in the past, he would have needed at least half a month of recuperation to recover. This time, I don’t know whether it was the effect of the Kaimai Pill or the spiritual energy absorbed into the body. In short, by now, the wound on his waist has scabbed and fallen off, and has no effect on his movements.

Qingyang smiled sarcastically and said, "Really? Then let's try it, Master Hu, look at my thunderbolt."

Qingyang raised his hand, and Hu Zhenhua shuddered in fear and stepped back several steps. Only then did he see that Qingyang had nothing in his hand and was just trying to scare him. Hu Zhenhua was so humiliated that he was so angry that he bared his teeth and rushed a few steps, swinging his fist at Qingyang's head.