This thatched house is not made of ordinary thatch, but is made of a fine red grass with a dim light glow

After entering the house, the yin energy was indeed greatly reduced, and there was almost no need to lay a magic shield around the body. Although this kind of place is very different from the place with full spiritual energy, it is obviously very precious here.

Seeing Ning An showing a look of satisfaction, Gou Ping bowed and said, "Then I will leave first. Before the next trial, I will come here to notify you in advance. If you guessed correctly, the second game will only start after at least half a year."

After saying that, he glanced at the blind man with a little regret, then shook his head and turned away.

After looking around in this empty thatched house, Ning An sat cross-legged across from the blind man, not knowing how to speak for a while.

The monk's eyes were covered with a layer of black cloth tape, and his body was straight, sitting upright on the straw mat, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Since I can stay here for hundreds of years, although it is only the spiritual power fluctuation in the middle stage of foundation building, I believe that my magic must be very extraordinary, or he knows some kind of method that can survive in this arena?" Ning An looked at the middle-aged monk opposite with a cold expression, thinking slowly in his heart.

Shortly after sitting down in Ning'an, the middle-aged blind man spoke first, his voice a little cold, "It seems that the Onitum, which has been once hundreds of years, has been opened again."

Then the next sentence made Ning An almost fall. He heard the blind man almost whispering to himself, "It will soon be crowded again and cannot be settled. Everything is good here, it is just that unbearable."

"Everything is good?" Ning An suddenly felt a chill in his heart when he heard this. It turned out that he was a blind man.

Although he was regarded as a disturber, Ning An still took over the conversation and asked, "Dare you ask this senior, I believe you have fought several times in the arena. Are you worried that you will die at any time?"

"If I become a ghost after death and let me calm down, it would be great." The middle-aged blind man said in a shocking voice, saying, "It's a pity that after death, I will be subject to more constraints. It's better to stay here and be quiet."

Hearing this, Ning An immediately retorted, "Wouldn't it be easier to calm down outside this onyx?"

"Not right" the middle-aged blind man shook his head and said, "In life, since he is alive, you must learn to bear it. There are many irresistible things outside the Onitum, and I need to do it. It is completely different here. I try my best to go out, but it cannot be changed by human power. Since this is the case, I can finally enjoy this rare retreat."

"Mirty!" Ning An heard the clouds and mountains and was completely confused, so he simply refused to refute. He was silent for a while before continuing to say, "Are you really not afraid of death? It is said that after dying here, you will become a ghost and sink forever."

"I am destined to have it in the end, and don't force it in my destiny." The middle-aged blind man sighed and said, "There is only two words to do my best in life. If I really die here, I may lose most of my worries. Maybe it's a good thing. Besides, ghosts are not of different levels, and there is no difference between high-level ghosts and monks."

"This..." This is the first time Ning An has heard such a remark in more than ten years of practicing. It sounds a bit unreasonable, but it seems to make some sense. No matter what, it has relieved his nervousness a lot, and it seems that death may not be so terrifying.

"If you can win fifty games in a row, you will see the judge once." The middle-aged blind man suddenly chuckled and said, "At that time, you will know that ghosts can also control the power of life and death of monks, and have the wisdom of any monk. Therefore, life and death are not terrible, but do your best before you die?"

As if she was enlightened, Ning An's extremely hidden concerns and anxiety were suddenly opened up, and she was stunned.

After a long time, he stood up and bowed seriously to the front and said, "Thank you for your advice, senior."

"Just just tell me not to let me down." The blind man smiled and said, "Although I like to recuperate, I haven't talked to others for more than two hundred years, so I'm a little nagging. I don't have to take the words of lies seriously."

"Senior, I'm too modest." Ning An still looked respectful

"Haha" Mo Fu smiled heartily, stood up and said, "It has been nearly a hundred years since I started fighting with anyone. Today, I saw my friend, and I felt a little close to me. Why don't we go to the martial arts and practice the martial arts?"

"I can't ask for it." Ning An suddenly looked overjoyed, but suddenly he wondered, "Senior, have you said it wrong? Where is there a martial arts field? Isn't it a fighting arena?"

"It's a place where life and death are in harmony." Mo Fu chuckled and walked towards another part of the thatched hut.

I saw him approaching a grass wall, and gently pushed it open a gap.

"In order to give his monks more chances of winning, Gou Ping secretly opened up a secret room for competition. However, this is not a violation of the rules, so this secret room has been preserved." Mo Fu turned to Ning An and said

After the two walked in, they came to a secret room about thirty or forty feet wide. There was only a dark candle above the roof, which was very dark.

After sitting cross-legged between the two, Mo Fu said lightly, "Since we are discussing Taoism, there will always be a start. Take this dark secret room as an example."

"As far as the senior said," Ning An nodded

"In this arena, we are only talking about fighting. After all, this is the current way of survival." Mo Fu still looked at Ning An's position without any vision and said, "I think that after building the foundation, monks mainly rely on their spiritual sense to observe their opponents. In this way, even if they close their eyes, they can still observe the surrounding area nearly two hundred feet clearly. I wonder if you have any objections to this."

Ning An pondered for a moment and said, "If someone uses external objects such as spirit-blocking powder to cover up the fluctuations of magic power, and the spiritual consciousness cannot detect it at all, what should we do?"

Mo Fu nodded and said, "Young friend said it well, but in fact, this is just the wrong method of using spiritual consciousness. In this way, you can try your hidden body and see if I can detect it."

"It's better to obey your destiny than respect." Ning An had a happy face. You must know that as Mo Fu said, the spiritual consciousness can discover spirit-covering powder or similar body-covering spells. This method must be an extremely rare secret technique. It is naturally a very good idea to learn one or two

As soon as she thought of this, Ning An took out a jade bottle from her body, spilled a lot of dust from it, and quietly walked more than ten steps ahead.

What surprised him was that Mo Fu, who was covered in black cloth, kept staring at him, and he really didn't lie.

After stopping, Ning An paused slightly, poured the entire bottle of spirit-covering powder on his body, and then continued to walk back and forth.

But Mo Fu really saw through his figure and stared at him from beginning to end, without being affected by the spirit-blocking powder at all

(End of this chapter)
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