Chapter 25 Six Principles of mental arithmetic

Wu Pengwei smiled and asked quietly, "What do you know? About me?"

The founder of the white robe looked at the calm smile of the teenager opposite him, especially the quiet eyes like water. His heart trembled for no reason and whispered, "I only know that you are the remnants of the Tianji family. The patriarch ordered that you must be arrested, and the rest is not clear."

"Oh?" Wu Pengwei didn't say anything and asked, "Then tell me the information of the founders, remember, it should be more detailed."

The founder of the white robe meditated for a moment and seemed to hesitate. After a while, he said intermittently: "The founder family is divided into four races, namely, 'Tianji', 'Morning Dawn', 'Blood Nightmare' and 'Menluo'. Among them, 'Tianji' is the most powerful, but somehow, 500 years ago, 'Tianji' The clan dissipated for no reason and has since become the target of the other three clans. Once it appears, it will be hunted down by the other three clans. As for the reason, I don't know why.

"Is that the 'Nightmare God Mountain'? Do you know where it is?"

"'Nightmare God Mountain'?" The white-robed creator hesitated for a moment: "It is the holy place of the founder family. It is rumored that at the end of the cloud, there are masters guarded by martial arts masters, and there are many powerful 'sacred' organ puppet beasts sitting in the town. Only the patriarchs and elders in the three clans know where it is."

Wu Pengwei was speechless, and his face was old-fashioned.

The difference between what the white robe creator said and what the "fake" said is the same. He knows little about the 'Tianji family', and what he knows about the 'Nightmare Mountain' is even more vague. It seems that the exact place he wants to know can only be found from "Mr. Water Mirror".

But "Mr. Water Mirror" was taken away by the Dragon Whale, the lord of the East Island. If you want to find it, you must go to the place where the aquarium monsters gather, "Endless Sea", among which the danger is almost lifeless.

When the creator of the white robe saw Wu Pengwei silent, he was uneasy and asked in a low voice, "Can you let me go?"

Wu Pengwei looked up at him and was silent.

The creator of the white robe secretly said, "It's not good" and hurriedly said, "You can't go back on your word."

Wu Pengwei suddenly got up and stroked the throat of the white robe creator with his left hand. With a slight force, he immediately made the other party stop breathing.

The body of the white robe creator was paralyzed to the ground, and there was indescribable panic on his gorgeous face, and his face was as pale as snow.

"I'm sorry, if you don't die, I will be in trouble."

Wu Pengwei sighed and squatted down. After ten minutes, he pulled out the six silver needles on the other party's head and stroked the other party's forehead with his left hand.

In an all of an hour, a vast spiritual thinking rolled in and went straight into Wu Pengwei's mind.

Wu Pengwei was like an electric shock, his eyes were closed, and an extremely painful look appeared on his face. In the depths of his mind, the silver light fog was like an active heart, and began to jump crazily. The spiritual thinking of the white robe creator was like a rolling tide, constantly pouring into the silver light fog.

Countless complex memories and fragments of thoughts mixed into Wu Pengwei's spiritual world, almost completely engulfing Wu Pengwei.

The night gradually faded, and the sky began to emit a slightly white color.

Wu Pengwei outputted a turbid breath and quietly opened his eyes.

Throughout the night, he fully absorbed all the spiritual memories of the founder of the white robe, including the martial arts he created and what he learned in his life.

As Wu Pengwei expected, the creator of the white robe can only create martial arts below the moon character, and the level above the Japanese character category is beyond his control. All the repairs related to the martial arts king's Japanese character above are transmitted to the patriarch of the "bloody" clan through his spiritual thinking, and then modified by the elites in the clan. It was only transmitted to the creator of the white robe again.

All of these prove that the real creator elites will not come out of the mountain. These guys who are hidden in various sects and are regarded as treasures are just hairy little guys in the creator clan. For creators, entering the world is just the most basic practice. The real profound cultivation is still to return to the clan after entering the world. Land.

Moreover, the things studied by the founders are extremely extensive. There are those who specialize in martial arts, those who specialize in the study of organ puppet beasts, and even those who specialize in how to kill through spiritual frequency, which is all-encompassing.

Even the martial arts are divided in great detail. The eight attributes of heaven and earth have one of the founders carefully studied. It can be said that each of these martial arts that is not known to the outside world is extremely powerful and unparalleled, at least 50 years ahead of the world's skills.

In addition, Wu Pengwei has another greater gain, that is, he learned the "six principles of mental calculation" of the spiritual exercise of the "bloody" family.

This "six principles of mental arithmetic" is all-encompassing, and the depth and mystery are as vast as the sea. Once you can understand all of them, you can reach the realm of creating the world and becoming a god with one thought.

Wu Pengwei really wants to close down and carefully study the mystery of the "six principles of mental calculation". Unfortunately, the current situation does not allow him to retreat.

The sky outside the window was white. Wu Pengwei got up, stretched his muscles and bones, and came outside the house.

A red-haired young man in silver armor stood in the weeds of the weeds flying outside the house, and the strange rocks were wrets.

"You finally figured it out."

The red-haired young man has a pair of red eyes, a handsome and resolute face, and the silver-white scabbard in his hand shines cold in the sun.

"Since you know I'm in, why didn't you go in?" Wu Pengwei asked.

The red-haired young man pondered for a moment and looked up and said, "I don't care about the life or death of that white-robed guy. There are only two things I'm here. I want to ask you."

"Master Wu, please speak." Wu Pengwei held his hand behind him and smiled indifferently.

"First of all, I want to ask you if Xing Tianwu was saved by you."

"That's right, but it's a pity that I can't tell you where he goes."

Wu Kuangxing shook his head and whispered, "You don't need to tell me where he is, as long as he is safe. Alas, in the final analysis, he is also my brother, with the same blood on his body as me."

This answer was a little beyond Wu Pengwei's expectation. Unexpectedly, Wu Kuangxing had such a thought. At the moment he went out to see Wu Kuangxing, Wu Pengwei was ready for a fierce battle.

"One more thing." Then, Wu Kuangxing raised his head again and said in a low voice, "I want to have a competition with you."

"Is it here?" Wu Pengwei smiled and said, "You and I must have a battle in the Wuwang Competition. Why are you so anxious?"

Wu Kuangxing shook his head: "'Mr. Water Mirror' was captive by the Dragon Whale King of the 'Endless Sea'. I'm afraid the Wuwang Competition can't continue. The Martial Arts Alliance has sent someone to Jiangbei to discuss the issue of the 'Demon Slaughter Order'. The final between you and me has been over."

Speaking of this, Wu Kuangxing pulled the knife out of the sheath. Even in the daytime, the snow-white blade was still bright and dazzling. His blade pointed diagonally, and his tone became extremely cold at this moment.

"It is said that you are the first dark horse in the King of Wu Competition. You are a once-in-a-century wizard. You have defeated Chan Qinglei, Li Beidou and several geniuses along the way. The momentum is almost higher than mine. If I don't compare with you, I'm afraid I won't even sleep well."

In the voice, Wu Kuangxing's red eyes became extremely fierce, and a strong fighting spirit came out, excited and crazy.

Wu Pengwei looked into each other's eyes, looked old-fashioned, and said faintly, "Listen to you."

Wu Kuangxing suddenly laughed, and the red light of qi and blood rose to the sky from his body. The silver armor was immediately torn apart, and the strong spirit surged out. The weeds in the whole valley immediately fell down, and the waves sounded like water.

The unparalleled soul blade "Cut the Moon" in his hand emits a cyan light. A huge cyan light tiger hovered out, roaring in the air. Where the sound passed, all objects were cut in half, which was sharp.

At the same time, Wu Kuangxing lowered his body and kept trembling all over. Every time he trembled, the light of qi and blood was strong. The martial soul red tiger shot out and merged with the cyan light tiger on the knife body, turning into a huge light tiger with two wings and two heads, and then integrating into the blade of the "moon knife" again.

The snow-white "chopping moon" suddenly became as bright as a white thunder.

The martial arts mad star in the trembling jumped up in the air, and the "moon-chopping knife" in his hand was held high above his head, and the white thunder fell in the air.

"Moon character gold chaotic skill - the roar of the strong tiger."

As soon as he took action, Wu Kuangxing used the strongest martial arts skills, with the fierce blood and the power of the soul blade. Even if he was a master of the martial artist's high-level peak, he could not escape the fate of being cut in half.

The white knife light is like a pair of scissors. Wherever it passes, the air seems to be cut in half. The blue sky is divided into two. The white knife light falls straight down, and at the end, there is Wu Pengwei standing with his hands behind his back.

At this time, Wu Pengwei, who had not even come out of the sheath of the sword, just looked up and squinted at the white knife light that was about to fall, and his eyes were as quiet as water.

Adjust your breathing, try to make the breath stretch and slender, relax the whole body, empty like water, and the brain will suddenly enter the state of ethereal.

The first "cha wei" method among the "six principles of mental arithmetic" quietly jumped into my mind.