Mirror World

Zhang Zhi threw the whistle to Tang Huan, "Then you blow it next time, when there is danger."

Tang Huan noticed Li Ao sitting next to his master, "Master, this is..."

"This is my sworn brother, your uncle." Zhang Zhi said calmly while sipping the wine.

"Hello, uncle."

"Hello, uncle."

They both greeted each other.

Li Ao smiled amiably and said, "My two junior brothers, please take a seat! Please take a seat!"

The two men sat down. There were two long boxes on the table. Zhang Zhi opened them, and a large black sword made of black stone, a gold and silver bow and arrow with two blue and white short blades came into the eyes of Tang Huan and Tang Qingwen.

Both of them showed expressions of amazement and excitement at the three weapons.

"Master! Is this the weapon you bought for both of us? So cool!" Tang Huan said in praise.

"Thank you, Master!" said Tang Qingwen.

According to the different killing techniques the two learned, Zhang Zhi assigned Tang Huan a large black sword, and Tang Qingwen was assigned two blue and white short blades and a long bow but without arrows.

Tang Huan picked up the big black sword with some difficulty, and looked around carefully and admired it.

"Master, does this big stone sword have a name?"

"Nightmare."

Tang Qingwen picked up the longbow and said a little disappointedly.

"Master, this longbow is good, but how can I use it without arrows?"

When Zhang Zhi heard Tang Qingwen say this, he suddenly paid attention to the problem he had overlooked.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot."

Zhang Zhi turned and looked at Li Ao.

"Old Li, do you have any useful arrows? Give one to my apprentice."

Li Ao put down the teacup in his hand, his mind spinning with thoughts, then he clapped his hands!

Snapped!

"Hey! Don't tell me, I really have seven arrows here for giving away. Those seven arrows were made by a woman herself as a gift to her lover, and then..."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense and bring it here," Zhang Zhi urged impatiently.

"Wait a minute, I'll go get it for you."

Li Ao walked quickly to the room where his collection was stored and took out a box with seven neatly arranged silver bows and arrows from a cabinet.

Li Ao walked to the living room with a box of arrows, placed the long box in front of Tang Qingwen, and explained.

"Little nephew, look at these seven arrows. They are not ordinary arrows! They can be shot out and called back. However, you need your soul to communicate with the arrows before you can use them."

Tang Qingwen scratched his head and said, "Soul communication? Then what should I do?"

Li Ao picked up one and handed it to Tang Qingwen, "Come, hold it tightly in your hand and your souls will be connected."

After Tang Qingwen took the arrow and held it tightly for a while, the silver arrow began to emit a slight silver light.

"This is the 176th one, and this time I finally found the original owner!" Li Ao said with surprise in his eyes and some excitement in his heart, as if there was some hidden secret that he had not told Tang Qingwen.

"Is this all right?" Tang Qingwen said.

"Well, yes, yes!" Li Ao responded readily.

"Xiao Wen, try it and see if it works as your uncle said." Zhang Zhi said.

"Well, I'll give it a try."

Tang Qingwen raised the longbow and put the silver arrow on the bow. With a young and tender hand, he slowly pulled the bowstring and aimed it at the window. He gently released two fingers of his hand, and with a "swoosh" the silver arrow shot out of the window. After flying a hundred meters away, the silver arrow seemed to have consciousness. It turned around and shot back to the window and settled beside the window.

Tang Qingwen walked forward and reached out to take the arrow out of the window.

"Master, it worked. It really flew back automatically!" Tang Qingwen said excitedly.

"Oh! I have given you so many good things. It would be a bit unreasonable if you can't beat me in martial arts." Tang Huan said with his hand on Tang Qingwen's shoulder.

"Well! How about we have a competition now?" Tang Qingwen said slightly provocatively.

"Hahaha! My two little nephews are so interesting." Li Ao smiled with interest.

"Since we have given Junior Nephew Qingwen a gift, then Senior Nephew must get one too! Right!" Li Ao looked at Zhang Zhi, then took out a small box from his pocket. Li Ao slowly opened the box in front of Zhang Zhi.

"Mr. Zhang! Look at these three pills. Do you remember them?"

Zhang Zhi drank his wine and looked coldly at the three silver-white pills in the box in Li Ao's hand.

"Remember, this box of 'Zhu Mang' can allow people below the elite level to leap two levels in a short period of time. When you and I were exploring the 'Pingyou Valley' together, we encountered a 'Red Fire Snake' that had cultivated for more than a thousand years. At that time, in order to save you, I took three 'Zhu Mang Pills' but still couldn't defeat the Red Fire Snake. Fortunately, that big shot passed by and saved us, otherwise there wouldn't be you and me now."

"Zhumang Pill" can allow the spiritualist-level user to jump two levels to the spiritual warrior level at once, but it is only a short-term promotion and has no side effects.

However, those who are learning martial arts can only jump one level to the spiritual martial arts level. Those who are at the spiritual martial arts level cannot jump levels and can only reach the combat power of the peak spiritual martial arts state. This is because the shackles of the elite level cannot be broken by this kind of medicine!

Li Ao closed the box and walked slowly to Tang Huan. "My nephew, this box of "Zhu Mang" is something I hope you can use someday when you need to protect something."

Tang Huan looked at the box of pills with gratitude in his eyes. He stretched out his hands to take the small box, clasped his hands together and expressed his gratitude.

"Thank you for your kindness, Uncle Master. I will definitely make good use of this gift."

Li Ao put his hand on Tang Huan's shoulder, "Okay, okay, no need to be polite."

In the evening, Li Ao arranged accommodation for Zhang Zhi, Tang Huan and Tang Qingwen.

In the middle of the night, the fire in Tang Huan's room was still on. In Tang Huan's room, Tang Huan was holding the Heavenly Nightmare with both hands tightly holding the hilt to make the Heavenly Nightmare stand on the ground, and then he urged the mirror spirit on his body, and the air around Tang Huan seemed to be compressed, and a layer of transparent and floating air coat floated on Tang Huan's body. As the fluctuations of Tang Huan's mirror spirit became stronger and stronger, the air around Tang Huan twisted, and he raised the Heavenly Nightmare and chopped down at the air.

"Qi Zhen Jue!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! …

The air in the room suddenly shook and began to flow rapidly, the quilt was blown up and spun around, the windows opened and closed, and the candles were blown out.

"No, it's been twelve days, and I still can't learn the 'Qi Zhen Jue'. Although I have made some progress in the 'Finger Flicker', I am still a long way from fully learning it. Although I have learned the 'Qi Quan' and 'Micro Step', their lethality is not enough. Tyrant Heaven is even more difficult to learn. So far, I have not been able to open it even a little bit."

"Well, could it be that I don't have enough patience? Although the master said that it would take more than two months for an average person to learn one or two killing techniques, who knows if the master said that just to encourage us?"

Tang Huan was talking to himself, but through the window that he had just opened using the "Qi Zhen Jue", he saw that the light in Tang Qingwen's room was still on. Tang Huan was confused?

"Why is Xiaowen still not asleep at this late hour?"

Out of curiosity, Tang Huan walked out of the room and headed towards Tang Qingwen's room. Tang Huan walked to Tang Qingwen's door and pushed it open without knocking and went in directly.

When I opened the door, I saw Tang Qingwen lying on the ground, sweating and gasping for breath, and the room was filled with the smell of electric metal.

"Xiao Wen, are you practicing the Thunder Sky killing technique? Why does it smell like a burnt food?" Tang Huan asked.

Tang Qingwen nodded while lying on the ground, "Well, the Thunder Sky Killing Technique "Thunder Shield Body Protection" is just a shield, it is indeed very difficult to learn."

Seeing that his brother was so tired and it was already very late, Tang Huan advised, "Xiao Wen, it's very late now, go to bed early, you still have time to study tomorrow."

Tang Qingwen nodded in agreement, "Well, it's really late, I should rest too."

Tang Qingwen stood up and walked to the bed. Tang Huan was about to turn around, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Tang Qingwen standing there in a daze.

Tang Huan walked to Tang Qingwen's side in confusion and saw that Tang Qingwen had a depressed look on his face, as if he was missing something?

Tang Huan asked gently, "What's wrong, Xiaowen? Are you worried about something?"

As soon as Tang Huan finished speaking, Tang Qingwen's eyes welled up with tears. Tang Qingwen quickly wiped away the tears in his eyes.

"It's nothing, brother. It's just that seeing this bed reminds me that my mother would make my bed before I went to bed. Thinking of my mother reminded me of my father. I just missed them, that's all..." When Tang Qingwen said the last sentence, his voice began to choke.

Tang gently held his brother's head and held it in his arms, "Don't worry, Xiaowen, I have memorized that guy's face. I will find that guy and kill him with my own hands!" Tang Huan's eyes suddenly became fierce and angry.