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Chapter 32 The Green Snake with Two Sleeves
Xie Pingan is currently practicing swordsmanship in the back mountain.

At this moment, his cultivation is limited to the concentration of aura, and he can no longer increase it, so he has to wait to build more dragon vein altars.

The Flying Tiger Taoist Soldiers still have several months before they can be successfully refined.

When he had nothing to do, he remembered a sword technique called "Two-sleeved Green Snake" that he had obtained a long time ago.

Since he was enlightened by the system, he was already very familiar with this sword move, but he always felt that something was missing when performing it.

And since I came to this world, I have always crushed the enemy violently, and I don't pay attention to any skills at all, so I never thought about learning martial arts moves.

In order to comprehend the mystery, he did not meditate to practice Qi, but practiced sword every day in the back mountain.

Days like this have been going on for a long time.

The predecessor, Xie Pingan, was also a master of swordsmanship, and he was proficient in dozens of sword moves and sword styles in the world, which allowed him to get started very quickly.

At this moment, he was contemplating quietly, thinking about the swordsmanship he had just practiced. He said it was swordsmanship, but it was actually nothing more than two simple movements of chopping and stabbing.

The sword manual he had read said that the sword moves in the world all evolved thousands of times based on this.

And the ultimate of swordsmanship is to remove many false and real sword moves, simplify them, and hit the vital points directly.

Suddenly a gust of autumn wind passed by, the branches swayed, and the already hanging leaves fell in response to the wind.

Xie Pingan seemed to have sensed it. He drew his sword and stood up. His figure shuttled among the fallen leaves.

When the last leaf fell, Xie Ping'an's figure was already standing still. He saw the hilt of the sword turned again, and the tip of the sword tapped the fallen leaf just right, and put the sword back into the sheath.

Looking down at the fallen leaves on the ground, the fallen leaves are intact.

I saw a closer look, only to find that there is a tiny gap in each fallen leaf.

If someone who knows martial arts sees it, he will be shocked and praise "magic skills". It is not easy to hit every fallen leaf with a sword, but there is someone who can control the strength at the same time while ensuring speed and precision. In the meantime, the comparison of some so-called famous swords in the rivers and lakes is simply unsightly.

During this period, Xie Pingan did not use any Qi training method, and his speed was no different from that of ordinary martial arts people.

Xie Pingan looked at the fallen leaves flying all over the sky, held the sword in his hand, and then lightly picked it up, the thick and long true energy flowed out along the edge of the sword like a rolling river.

The zhenqi on the tip of the sword suddenly condensed into a sword qi like a green snake, winding towards the front.

The thick layer of fallen leaves that covered the ground also rolled into the air with the green snake, and the branches and leaves flew in the forest, and the sand and stones walked around.

If you observe carefully, you will find that even under the flying sand and rocks and the clutter of residual leaves, there is always a little colorless and invisible air flow around the body, cutting the place where the sword-like green snake walked to pieces.

Then he tapped the ground with his toes, flew up, and returned to Liangyi Palace not long after.

As soon as he stepped into the palace, Fu Qingyi came up and said with a smile: "Brother, Tianlong's son is over two years old, and he said he wants to send the little prince to Zhongnan Mountain to practice Taoism."

"Nonsense, I'm afraid I can't feel the bones at the age of two." Xie Pingan shook his head, and asked seriously: "How is the matter with your Senior Sister Jiang?"

Jiang Xiuchuan has been busy refining Feihu Taoist weapons in the mountains and forests for more than two years.

"I didn't go to see, what's so interesting about a group of big men." Fu Qingyi still smiled, "In terms of appearance, they can't compare with senior brothers, so why don't you look at senior brothers more."

Xie Pingan smiled and shook his head, thinking about it, thinking that the time for a thousand days is coming soon, and the refining of the Flying Tiger Taoist Soldiers will be completed in these days.

At this moment, a disciple hurried into the Liangyi Palace and saluted Xie Pingan.

At this moment, his face was dusty, and his Taoist robe was also dirty and torn.

Xie Pingan knew him, this is Gu Danyang's disciple Mo Zhengheng.

But Xie Pingan remembered that he went on an expedition to the Western Regions with Zhou Tong, and now he appeared here, with his appearance, something must have happened.

Afterwards, Mo Zhengheng told Xie Pingan about the extraordinary ability of Zoroastrianism in the Western Regions.

After hearing this, Xie Pingan sighed, what should come is still here.

He had expected this to happen after he built the Dragon Vein Altar by himself and caused the aura of heaven and earth to revive.

After all, in such an era, not only the system self can use aura.

I can feel that the physique of those people in the Jianghu is getting better and better before, and the current Grandmaster might be able to compare with the previous Great Grandmaster.

It is only now that there is a power beyond the world in the true sense.

It is not known where the power of the so-called Zoroastrian priests and martyrs came from, but they must have also been the beneficiaries of Reiki.

If they had had such power before, it would have been the turn of the entire Western Regions to become the ranch of the Golden Horde.

This is the effect that the establishment of the Dragon Vein Altar has brought to this world.

Between heaven and earth, more and more extraordinary people will appear in the future.

After asking Mo Zhengheng some questions in detail, Xie Pingan had a general understanding of the power of those Zoroastrian believers.

They are not strong, and the flames they release may be like the Chilian Banner, a flame of condensed true energy, which can only kill living beings.

Moreover, the Western Regions are far away, and it will take a lot of time to go there by yourself.

As for the Chilian Mother Banner, which spent all its energy storage when it destroyed the Golden Horde's million-strong army last time, it is still slowly recovering from the ground fire, and it is temporarily impossible to take it out for use.

Xie Pingan thought about it for a while, and the Feihu Daobing was about to be completed, so he decided to let the Feihu Daobing conquer those people from the Western Regions.

The Flying Tiger Taoist Soldiers are immune to slight damage from true qi, and the power of those Zoroastrian believers should have no effect on them.

I'm afraid that behind this Zoroastrianism, there is still an invincible person like himself sitting there.

At this time, Jiang Xiuchuan walked into the Liangyi Palace, bowed his head slightly to Xie Pingan, and said, "Brother, the Flying Tiger Taoist Soldiers have now been refined, and although dozens of people quit due to physical problems during the process, there are still some Nearly three thousand."

Xie Pingan nodded, and said with a smile: "It's also just in time, just in time to let those Xiyi see my methods of fellowship."

Immediately, Feishen walked out with Jiang Xiuchuan, and inspected the Flying Tiger Daoist Soldiers in a square.

Those Flying Tiger Daoist soldiers were all wearing light armor, their complexion was a strong wheat color, and they were holding big knives, they were extremely mighty.

Then Jiang Xiuchuan pointed out one of the centurions, and showed Xie Pingan's invulnerable body and fire-breathing ability.

Mo Zhengheng was startled when he saw it: "Uncle Master, those Zoroastrian priests are also like this, they can breathe fire."

Xie Ping'an had heard it, and presumably those people from the Western Regions also used a method to keep a puff of true energy in their bodies, which could stimulate the flames.

This power is not strong, it can only deal with ordinary soldiers.

Hence, Xie Ping'an asked Jiang Xiuchuan to take the Flying Tiger Taoist soldiers to go on an expedition to Boers with Mo Zhengheng.

(End of this chapter)