I Have a Monster Farm

After making a bet with the stingy master Simu Daochang, Zhang Ziyu immediately paid attention to it. After eating the senior brother's dinner, he went into his room with the secret book of magic fighting and began to study it.

Zhang Ziyu is still quite confident, although he is a free and easy person who fishes and is lazy.

But in terms of cultivation, even leaving aside the pills such as Xiaoyinxue Peiyuan Pill, it is still very good, at least better than the four-eyed Taoist priest.

Moreover, his current cultivation base must be a little better than when the four-eyed Taoist first came into contact with the secret art of God.

Under such two innate conditions, Zhang Ziyu said how could Feilong lose?

However, Zhang Ziyu, who was full of confidence, became a Muggle after studying for a whole night.

He didn't even think about the first method of inviting gods. After all, there are no gods in this world, so it is basically impossible to invite these great gods.

His first choice is naturally the second kind of incense power.

In the first half of the night, Zhang Ziyu was familiar with the secret art of magic strike, and then tried to cultivate with true energy.

The secret technique of the gods is not the cultivation of the orthodox method, but the use of true energy, that is, the display of the technique.

Zhang Ziyu's talent is not bad anyway, and he has already crossed the threshold of the first floor in the operation of true energy and the use of spells.

Everything is ready, just as Zhang Ziyu imagined.

To his delight, Zhang Ziyu even fantasized about how his stupid master would be sanctioned by him the next day.

However, in the middle of the night, everyone in Zhang Ziyu was paralyzed.

Up to the Jade Emperor, down to the general city god and the land, Zhang Ziyu invited them one by one, but none of the gods responded to the incense and divine power.

It's too bullying, even if it's an ordinary person praying to God, there should be some movement between these babbles.

Why did he have no sound at all, instead of a Maoshan Taoist priest?

"It's strange. Could it be that the master predicted my prediction and made me a fake one on purpose? It's not just the master and the apprentice."

Although I know that my master has no integrity, but there is still a bottom line, and it is still a matter of cultivation, so I generally don't make jokes.

Zhang Ziyu bit the bullet and studied for the rest of the night, and finally found the problem with a chicken nest head and panda eyes.

Being dishonest and not having a medium to invite God is the fundamental reason why he cannot invite the divine power of incense and fire.

"I'm careless. I only believed in Marx and Engels for the first half of my life. When I came here, I kept awe, but I didn't have a pious belief. No wonder I couldn't move."

Zhang Ziyu still respects the gods of all walks of life, but he is far from a believer.

If he is successful in cultivating the divine and secret art, then this is still a small problem, as long as the incense and fire divine power can be introduced into the body at his fingertips.

But now, just getting started, don't even think about it.

Early the next morning, when Zhang Ziyu walked out of the side, the four-eyed Taoist priest had already stood outside the side without knowing when, pretending to clean up.

"Yo, why is my good apprentice so haggard, didn't he sleep all night?"

"hehe"

"There is no rush to cultivate the secret art of God. At the beginning, I also invited the divine power of incense and fire, and it took seven days. Take your time, take your time, as a teacher, there is no rush."

Zhang Ziyu rolled his eyes, as for it, as for it, he came to block me early in the morning, and also limited the time to activate the divine power of incense, right?

"Master, I'm the apprentice you picked up, right?"

Priest Simu took it for granted and said, "That's right, you are the one I picked you up."

Zhang Ziyu: What the fuck?

I wrote it down in my notebook, and I have to pull out the oxygen tube if I catch a cold in the future.

Zhang Ziyu wrote down the revenge, and then said: "Master, the statue and the token."

Based on his understanding of his master, his master definitely prepared him a statue or token for inviting the gods, and this thing was probably prepared several years ago.

After all, the technique of their lineage is the secret technique of the gods, whether it is Zhang Ziyu or senior brother Jiale, they will practice it when their cultivation base is about the same.

And statues and keepsakes are not meant to be made, at least they must be made offerings to absorb a certain amount of incense, so that they can continuously gather the divine power of incense.

The four-eyed Taoist narrowed his eyes, stroked his beard, and said to him left and right: "Oh, I think when my master and I were practicing this secret art of magic on Maoshan Mountain, we didn't use any medium."

Oh, see you again.

Zhang Ziyu rolled his eyes, and finally said helplessly: "It's okay, okay, I admit defeat."

Isn't that what the four-eyed Taoist was waiting for? The apprentice didn't discuss it, and he laid the groundwork for so long, just to tell the apprentice that the world is dangerous.

"Over there in the ancestral hall, there is a small bronze sword on the patriarch altar. It belongs to you. Go and get it."

Hearing this, Zhang Ziyu went straight to the ancestral hall without looking back, entered the ancestral hall, and came to the patriarch's shrine that was usually enshrined. Sure enough, there were four things enshrined inside.

In the middle is the statue of the patriarch, and there is a whisk on top of the statue.

There is one thing on the left and right of the statue, the gossip mirror on the left, and the bronze sword the size of a palm on the right.

After practicing the magic strike technique, Zhang Ziyu discovered that above these four things, they all contained rich incense and fire power.

Among them, the god statue and whisk are the most intense. These two things were brought down from Maoshan by Simu. It can be said that they have been enshrined for so many years, and the accumulated incense and divine power are the most intense.

The gossip mirror and the small bronze sword were forged after taking Jia Le and Zhang Ziyu as apprentices.

He was already proficient in the secret technique of divine strike. After refining two magic tools, he enshrined them, and used the secret technique to condense part of the ancestor's incense and fire power on them, and the two became a medium to invite the gods.

With these two things, no matter how stupid the two apprentices are, they will not be unable to arouse the divine power of incense and fire, and will not be able to enter the door of inviting gods.

"The medium-grade magic weapon is about to reach the top-grade magic weapon. The stingy master really has a heart."

Zhang Ziyu picked up the palm-sized bronze sword, and after feeling it for a while, he knew that this small sword was not ordinary.

It can be seen that the master really cares about himself and senior brother Jia Le, and has thought about most of the things.

Forget it, I won't pull out his oxygen tube in the future, and add two more dishes for the Chinese New Year.

After getting the small bronze sword as a medium, Zhang Ziyu ate breakfast in a hurry, and then ran back to his room again.

Jia Le was stunned for a while, and asked: "Master, why is Junior Brother so anxious to eat, it's not like him."

"Snapped"

"You bastard, you can't learn from your junior brother. He is practicing hard, cleaning up the dishes, and then going to the yard to do a set of Baguazhang."

"It's Master."

Jia Le was reprimanded, so she hurriedly cleaned up, and then immediately went to the yard to start practicing.

As for Zhang Ziyu in the room, he also tried to invite God to his upper body for the first time.

"The sky is clear and the earth is spirited, the patriarch's true spirit shows his power. Disciple Zhang Ziyu pays homage to the patriarch as urgently as a law."

With a pinch of the formula and a recitation of the formula, the true energy in Zhang Ziyu's body circulated, and then the small sword in his hand shimmered.

Immediately, Zhang Ziyu felt that a lot of incense and divine power had submerged into his body, and his energy and spirit suddenly went up to a higher level. In this spiritual state, the whole person became a bit serious and full of majesty.

"What a big increase."

His body was filled with zhenqi, and Zhang Ziyu felt that his strength had become stronger.

Before that, he was only at the sixth level of qi training. After asking the gods at the first level, he immediately felt that he could fight with someone at the ninth level of qi training, and he would most likely be able to win the fight.

This is not Zhang Ziyu's exaggeration, but his physical body is full of energy and blood. With one ancient martial arts master, he naturally carries a lot more incense and divine power, and it is so smooth to open and hang.

Zhang Ziyu estimated the time. According to this state, he could last for half an hour, enough to deal with most situations.

"It's done, the next step is to find a way to save the unlucky Master Uncle Qianhe."