A hundred miles away, in Laojun Temple.
Laojun Temple worshiped the statue of Taishang Laojun. Because there were few visitors and no one repaired it, Laojun Temple was already in ruins. The altar was covered in dust and the corners were covered in spider webs.
"Yes, the clothes are finally dry."
Su Ming had arrived at the ruined temple two hours ago and started a fire. He took off his wet clothes and placed them beside the fire to dry them. Now, he could finally wear them.
"Comfortable!"
Su Ming put on dry clothes and smiled in satisfaction.
Su Ming sat cross-legged by the fire and recalled the time he stood with the old beggar. He gradually fell into deep thought.
"Every foot has its shortcomings, but every inch has its strengths."
"The Flying Dragon Spear's power will be hard to unleash in a narrow room.”
Su Ming made up his mind. When he fought with others in the future, he would do his best to fight in an open space.
There were no perfect weapons in the world. Every weapon had its strengths and weaknesses, and the key lay in the person who used the weapon. Humans were alive, but weapons were dead. Only by exploiting one's strengths and avoiding one's weaknesses could one be invincible.
"It was the right move for me to go down the mountain to train.”
"If I were to remain on the mountain, I would probably never be able to discover the shortcomings of my spear techniques.”
Su Ming was not like some people in this world who did not dare to admit their shortcomings and racked their brains to cover up their shortcomings. Su Ming was the exact opposite. He had come down the mountain to train because he wanted to discover the flaws in his spear arts.
Only by seeing the disease clearly could he prescribe the right medicine.
"In the future, if you can avoid fighting indoors, don't do it.”
"As long as I continue to improve my strength, when my spear arts are strong enough, it won't matter even if I fight indoors.”
When Su Ming thought of this, he felt that the problem was easily solved. The most important thing right now was to increase his level of cultivation as soon as possible.
Su Ming sat down beside the fire and took out the Bright Divine Martial Scripture. He flipped through the contents of the first stage and read through it from beginning to end. Then, he placed the Bright Divine Martial Scripture back into the warehouse and started meditating quietly.
Weng!
As Su Ming started breathing in and out, white fog immediately rose from the top of his head.
The white fog was like smoke rising from the top of his head. As his cultivation deepened, the white fog increased. Correspondingly, the internal strength in his dantian became more and more abundant.
Because of the Brilliant Dao Heart, his cultivation speed was five times that of an ordinary person. It could be said that he advanced by leaps and bounds.
Time passed quickly.
"Yes, one cycle is over!"
Su Ming opened his eyes slightly. When he sensed that his qi had become slightly stronger, he smiled in satisfaction.
People who stayed up all night would often get hungry, especially people like Su Ming who cultivated. His stamina was used up very quickly. Fortunately, he brought the water bag and the leftover beef.
Once he was full, Su Ming lay on the soft pile of straw and roasted himself with the warm firewood. He closed his eyes and fell asleep comfortably.
"Hmm? What's that noise outside?"
Suddenly, Su Ming opened his eyes and looked outside the temple. His face became wary.
In this quiet spring night, in this deserted temple, even the slightest noise would be magnified countless times.
Su Ming had clearly heard rustling sounds coming from outside. It was the sound of someone stepping on fallen leaves. Even though the person was careful with every step, Su Ming still heard it.
"Who's sneaking around outside? Get out!”
Su Ming stood up swiftly and lifted his Flying Dragon Spear before shouting at the darkness outside the door.
Under the starry night sky, in the Laojun Temple in the wilderness, sound waves spread from the dilapidated temple to the outside, echoing endlessly in the dark night sky.
At this moment, a man's voice came from outside the pitch-black temple.
"You actually discovered me. You have a good sense of smell.”
A man dressed in black walked into Laojun Temple from the darkness with more than ten strong men.
The man was in his early twenties. He was dressed in a black robe with a golden eagle embroidered on his sleeve, looking like he was about to fly. This person was King Yin Ye of the Heavenly Eagle Cult.
Su Ming held the Flying Dragon Spear in his hand and looked warily at the dozen or so people before him."Don't tell me you're here to spend the night.”
These people were all people from the world of martial artists. All of them had weapons on them, and they had long since unsheathed their weapons. They stared at Su Ming with eyes that were like those of eagles.
It was especially so for the man in tight-fitting clothes standing in front of the crowd. He had fine steel eagle claws on his hands, and a freezing glare shone on his fingertips. He was standing at the entrance of the temple, blocking Su Ming's only path of retreat.
"You don't have to be nervous. I have a few questions for you.”"Guo Sanquan of the Divine Fist Sect, Gale Sword Zhuge Lei, and Mai Shaozheng of the Giant Whale Sect were all killed by you, right?" King Yinye said calmly.”
King Yin Ye stared at the Flying Dragon Spear in Su Ming's hand with his long and narrow eyes. Bai Guishou had told him that the killer was a young man with a spear.
"So what? You want to avenge them?”
Su Ming's knuckles had turned slightly white as he gripped the shaft of the Flying Dragon Spear tightly.
Although this ruined temple was not as spacious as the outside, it was still a good place compared to the restaurant. There were no tables and chairs, so the power of the Flying Dragon Spear could be fully unleashed.
"You might have misunderstood."
King Yin Ye smiled and said indifferently,""Our Heavenly Eagle Cult would not bother to befriend a lowly sect like the Giant Whale Sect, let alone avenge them.”
"Hmm? Heavenly Eagle Cult?"
Su Ming raised an eyebrow.
He was no stranger to the Heavenly Eagle Cult, especially the cult master Yin Tianzheng. Back then, he was known as the White-Browed Eagle King, and his Eagle Claw Technique was known as the best in the world.
"You are Yin Tian Zheng's son, King Yin Ye?”
Su Ming asked probingly as he sized King Yin Ye up once more.
There were many disciples in Heavenly Eagle Cult, and there should be quite a number of young elites. In truth, Su Ming was not sure if the other party was King Yin Ye.
"So you know me. This is easy.”
King Yin Ye had not expected himself to be so famous, and he could not help but feel proud.
However, he did not forget his goal.
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