Learn a magical skill every year, and start with Xiao Li Fei Dao

This place.

No one.

It was as if he was the only one left between heaven and earth.

Is this the magical power of an eighth-grade Confucian scholar?

It is indeed awesome.

No wonder so many people are trying to squeeze into the realm of Wen Dao practice.

Just when Xiao Ping'an was thinking about how to leave this ghost place.

A figure flashed in front of him.

Swish.

In the sky.

An old man in Confucian clothing appeared.

It was Cui Zhongshi.

"High mountains and flowing water."

Cui Zhongshi held a book in his hand and said to Xiao Ping'an majestically.

After the words fell.

Above his head, there appeared mountains and rivers.

In an instant.

The fierce river water rushed towards Xiao Ping'an.

The river water rushed.

A magnificent river, supported by Cui Zhongshi's palm, went towards Xiao Ping'an.

Magical and weird.

Carrying a righteous spirit.

This is an illusion.

This world is made up of two worlds.

One is the real world.

The other is the virtual world, that is, the illusion.

And in the real world.

Xiao Ping'an's figure stood in the void, holding the blue Xiao Li Feidao in his hand, as if someone had pressed the pause button, and he was motionless.

On the other side.

Cui Zhongshi was also motionless.

The spirits of the two people were also released.

From the outside, it can be seen that above Cui Zhongshi's head and behind him, a huge picture appeared, with mountains and flowing water, which turned out to be a picture of mountains and flowing water. At the same time, Cui Zhongshi had a jade flute in his hand.

He put it to his mouth, as if he was playing it.

However, the strange thing is that in reality, no sound was made.

The two people froze at the same time and did not move.

"This is a battle of souls."

Cui Tieji's pupils shrank suddenly, and a look of horror appeared on his face. He could never have imagined that Xiao Ping'an could force his father, an eighth-rank Confucian scholar, to this extent.

You know.

The battle of souls is very dangerous.

At the least, the soul will be damaged, the body will be weak, and the origin will be damaged.

At the worst, the soul will be damaged and become an idiot.

Not only Cui Tieji was shocked, Lei Tong and Huang Batian were also shocked. The old patriarch actually used the Confucian magical power: Yangchun Baixue and Gaoshan Liushui. You know, these two moves are the old patriarch's trump cards.

I won't use them easily.

Use them now?

No way.

Xiao Ping'an is not only outstanding in martial arts.

Is he so powerful in literature?

Forced the old patriarch to use his signature skills?

It must be this flying knife, it is too scary. Even if the old patriarch is an eighth-rank scholar, he dare not, or he is not sure to take it head-on. The most terrifying thing about Xiao Ping'an is not that he reached the seventh-rank martial arts realm at the age of 20.

But the mysterious and unpredictable Xiao Li Feidao.

If Xiao Ping'an leaves the capital.

Then, with this magical flying knife technique.

In the near future, the reputation of Xiao Li Feidao will surely spread all over the world and become famous.

"What a Xiao Li Feidao..." Cui Tieji looked at the knife in Xiao Ping'an's hand, which was flowing with blue light, and said with admiration and complexity.

If you want to have a son, you should have Xiao Ping'an.

This young man who dared to brave the dragon's den and tiger's lair in a white robe is incredible.

Originally, Cui Tieji thought that his son Cui Anquan was not bad. At a young age, he was already a peak second-rank martial artist.

But

People are afraid of comparison. Compared with Xiao Pingan, Cui An'an is nothing.

Thinking of this.

Suddenly.

Cui Tieji was not so sad about the death of his son.

After all, he had more than one son.

And.

He was still young. If he tried harder, he might be able to give birth to a new son.

In the illusion.

The rushing river water instantly spread to the top of Xiao Pingan's head.

Like a dream.

In an instant, Xiao Pingan was completely submerged by the swirling and endless river water.

Xiao Pingan felt that he could not breathe, as if his body was fixed by something. In the water, his speed dropped to a level that was not even as fast as a three-year-old child.

Real family.

Xiao Pingan's face was pale and his facial features were distorted.

He looked like he was struggling to death.

It seemed that he was about to drown.

...

Seeing this scene.

The people of the Cui family were overjoyed.

Died, dead, Xiao Pingan is going to die.

Even Cui Tieji.

He couldn't help but smile, his father was awesome.

He is worthy of being the prime minister for more than 30 years.

You know, as the prime minister of Daqian.

Purple robe.

Fighting in the imperial city is a blessing.

CuiZhongshi was originally an eighth-rank scholar.

Plus the blessing of national destiny...

The power that can be unleashed is no joke.

Because Cui Zhongshi hasn't made a move for a long time.

So.

Whether it is the court, other wealthy families, or the Cui family, they have forgotten that this old prime minister who is concerned about the country and the people is actually a powerful boss.

Now, they have seen the style of this old prime minister again.

But... everyone seems to be happy too early.

Whoosh.

In the sky, Xiao Ping'an, who was motionless.

The flying knife in his hand suddenly moved.

Like a meteor, it shot out.

One knife.

With this knife, the sky and the earth fell, the sun and the moon lost their light, no one could describe the style of this knife, but absolutely no one dared to underestimate this knife.

Because of this knife.

The mountains and rivers behind Cui Zhongshi, the spring snow, all disappeared.

A flying knife had already been inserted into the chest of the old prime minister.

Ah.

Impossible.

It must be fake.

How could it be possible?

Everyone opened their mouths wide, unable to believe it.

It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Their old patriarch, the powerful prime minister of the Daqian court, Cui Zhongshi, was actually stabbed.

You know, although Cui Zhongshi is an eighth-rank Confucian scholar, because of the blessing of national destiny, the power he can burst out is not inferior to that of a ninth-rank Confucian scholar.

A ninth-rank Confucian scholar is stronger than a ninth-rank master.

But, even so.

Cui Zhongshi was still stabbed.

The Cui family was completely stunned.

Cui Tieji was so frightened that his face turned pale and he sat on the ground. He couldn't understand why Xiao Ping'an could still launch his Little Li Flying Dagger in the real world when Xiao Ping'an had been dragged into the illusion by his father.

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

Everyone looked at each other, and they could see the horror in each other's faces.

However.

The eyes they looked at Xiao Ping'an were different.

If they were a little gloating just now, watching the Cui family father and son get into trouble, after all, the Cui family is a big family with great competition. Cui Tieji and his son are only one of the branches of the Cui family, and the Cui family has seven branches.

The people in the other six branches wish Cui Tieji bad luck!

However, Cui Zhongshi is the pillar of the Cui family, and he must not be in trouble.

Otherwise, it will damage the foundation of the Cui family.

Xiao Ping'an was able to move. Although his white clothes were stained with blood, they still gave people a sense of transcendence under the moonlight, as if he was a banished immortal descending to the world.

Full of a sacred aura.

"Maybe, this is the real son of a noble family."

Looking at this handsome young man in white clothes, everyone couldn't help but say in their hearts.

...

Cui Family.

In the ruins, an old man and a young man confronted each other.

"Old Prime Minister, you lost."

Xiao Ping'an looked at the pale Cui Zhongshi and spoke slowly.