Longevity begins with Orion

Chapter 151 149. The best skill is called magical skill, and the defeat of the sacred tree is like a mountain falling (big chapter-please subscribe)

One door, a famous restaurant.

Drunk.

Li Yuan lowered his head slightly, shaking his head, and his white hair on the temples exuded an old aura.

But the boy beside him was as excited as a little leopard full of energy, drinking and laughing at the same time.

Because of Li Yuan, places like Ming Yang Restaurant will also have many people from all walks of life come, especially since this building is also the property of Tsing Yi Building.

In order to avoid accidents, when Li Yuan and Li Ping'an came here to drink, Qingyi Building's own Lianjiazi also came to this building and sat at the table near Li Yuan to prevent outsiders from entering, and then asked for weapons again. He was talking nonsense and influenced Li Yuan.

After all, this is a place where wine is sold and people get drunk. People won’t say anything when they are sober, but when they are drunk, it’s up to you, the King of Heaven.

Although Li Yuan only controlled the landlord of Qingyi Building, the deputy landlord of Qingyi Building was controlled by this landlord with some kind of poison, and he was also involved in "Li Yuan's black industry of selling top-grade seventh-grade weapons."

Although this group of people did not know that the boss behind the scenes was Li Yuan, they could see the respect their landlord showed to Li Yuan.

This is normal. After all, how many people in the inner city of Shenmu Temple are disrespectful to Li Yuan?

At this moment, the young man who was excited after drinking suddenly stood up, stepped on the bench, held the wine jar in his hand, looked at the people around him, and then held the wine jar horizontally and turned around, as if he was paying respect to people. .

After that, he suddenly brought the wine jar to his lips and started drinking heavily.

The people around were stunned for a moment, but soon, people in Qingyi Building also raised their glasses and shouted "To Mr. Li", while other scattered guests were affected by this atmosphere, and they knew the identity of Li Yuan and his son. , also raised their glasses one after another, shouting "Young Master Li is so heroic".

Seeing the atmosphere like this, Li Ping'an felt so proud that he raised his glass again and again, leading everyone in the restaurant to drink together.

Li Yuan looked funny. This stupid son probably didn't know that most of the people in this group were not just guests, but came to help them get out of trouble. How could these people not cooperate with him in toasting?

If you go outside, try another group of people? Is it possible that others will give you face?

The flowers in the greenhouse are dreaming of seeing everything. Even if the flower is really talented, it may not be a good thing.

A genius who dies young is no different from a starving man who froze to death under a bridge, nothing more than a scratch of yellow sand.

Li Ping'an laughed and shouted: "I'm treating you today! Everyone, let's drink!!"

The restaurant suddenly became quiet, and then burst into roaring laughter.

"Master Li is so refreshing!"

"Being respectful is worse than obeying orders. Thank you very much Mr. Li!"

"Hahaha, happy, happy! Thank you Mr. Li!"

The atmosphere in the entire restaurant was detonated by Li Ping'an.

The young man was so proud that he threw the gold ingot at random and shouted something like "Staff, did you hear the noise? Let's serve the wine".

Li Yuan just drank wine with him. After the banquet was over, people from all walks of life came to say goodbye to the young man and expressed their thanks.

The young man had a smile on his face and longing in his eyes. This was his dream of being in the world.

Suddenly, a voice woke him up.

"Are you ready to drink?"

"Okay, dad!" Li Pingan said with a smile, and then said, "Look, this world is still very lively, right?"

Li Yuan did not answer the question, stepped forward and put his arms around his son's shoulders, saying, "Ping'an, you want to pursue the path of the strong and stand at the top of the world, right?"

"Yes!" Li Pingan said his dream loudly.

Li Yuandao: "Well, you defeat me, an old man, first, okay? I'll fight you with a seventh-grade power and a seventh-grade sword."

"Really?" Li Ping'an was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Dad, I don't want to hurt you."

Li Yuan glanced at the data above his head.

It has to be said that his son is indeed a monster. His innate shadow blood and acquired skills are like riding a rocket.

Now the data beside him has actually reached "335~370".

This data is almost the strongest seventh level he has ever seen.

You know, Li Pingan is only fourteen years old.

He still remembered that when he was in the seventh level, he had a knife that was not top-notch, so it was "505~905".

"Son, you know that I am cautious, and I always hope that you will be cautious.

However, you have your own ideas, so you have to convince me.

Use your knife to convince, okay? "

Li Pingan was silent for a moment and said, "I understand."

Li Yuan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Let's go to the Jing family's secret room. The place over there is not small. It's enough for us and my son to practice their skills."

"Okay, listen to dad." Li Ping'an laughed arrogantly, and then said, "Don't worry, dad, I will hold back, just like fighting with senior brothers and sisters, I will let go, hahahaha!"

Li Yuan thought of Cui Wuji's words that "he and Li Ping'an are barely equals" and couldn't help but laugh: "Where did you come from?"

Li Ping'an beamed with joy and said: "Personal disciples! Those who can become direct disciples are all disciples of the elders of Shenmu Hall. Some are older than me, some are younger than me, but they are no match for me."

Li Yuan smiled and said nothing.

When the two returned to Jing's house, Gu Xuejian also appeared.

After Li Yuan explained the reason, Gu Xue agreed.

As for why she went to the secret room, she didn't ask. Father and son should still have their own private space.

Moreover, as a fifth-grade Dzogchen, she had her own understanding of the art of swordsmanship, so she would not want to see Li Yuan's swordsmanship.

After a while.

In the secret room.

Li Yuan took a seventh-grade bladeless knife, and then deliberately suppressed the power to the seventh-grade level.

Li Ping'an also took the seventh-grade sword of the same style, hugged his fists towards Li Yuan, and shouted: "Dad, it's coming."

Li Yuan hooked his fingers.

Li Ping'an grabbed the knife and walked back and forth with a casual expression and humming as if pacing in a courtyard.

But just when the song was humming to a certain place, his sideways figure suddenly deflected so strangely that it was difficult to distinguish the whole person anymore. The man and the sword merged into one, turning into a bright meteor, like a shooting star. The wild python in the wind, its fangs exposed and its juice shining out!

"The movement and stillness are appropriate, not bad."

Li Yuan praised, raised his hand and slashed.

Bang! !

The sword light exploded, and a whirlwind blew in the secret room.

The whirlwind was like a whip, whipping against the surrounding walls, making a "snap" sound.

Li Ping'an, on the other hand, was directly knocked away. After landing, he squatted on the ground, pressing the five fingers of his left hand on the ground, and holding a long knife in his right hand. He looked at Li Yuan with a leisurely expression but scorching eyes, and said: "Dad, it's really... The sword is not old yet."

Li Yuan hooked his fingers and said, "Go on, let me warm you up first."

"Warm up?" Li Ping'an was stunned for a moment.

Was that stab just a warm-up?

Li Yuandao: "I'll give you three blows to warm up. Just now was the first blow."

After thinking about it, he added: "Sixth-grade sword wielding will enter a certain artistic conception, which will temporarily change your temperament, but your father will not. Therefore, your father is just using your seventh-grade power to fight you. This point , you don’t have to doubt it.”

Li Ping'an took a deep breath and suddenly smiled: "There is no need to warm up with three swords! I am in the best condition anytime and anywhere!"

After saying that, he laughed wildly, stood up suddenly, and leaned on the ground with his long knife. In the next moment, phantoms began to appear around him, and phantoms began to appear around him, creating an illusion that was tortured by sight.

But these phantoms have not yet left his body, they are just shaking around him.

"This sword has never been used on anyone since I created it."

Li Ping'an grinned and said, "But in order to convince my father, please forgive my son for being rude."

Li Yuan took one look and recognized it.

This sword is not a secret skill beyond Dzogchen, but it is a half-step secret skill that has just taken its prototype.

For a fourteen-year-old boy to be able to create this, although it was induced by external factors, it is enough to prove that he is really a monster.

He smiled and said: "You brag, you brag."

Li Ping'an said: "Here we come!"

The word "Le" fell.

Li Ping'an came from afar. The figure that made people's sight extremely tormented, and even made people's perception blurred, became more and more exaggerated in the short journey of more than ten feet, like a wicker swinging back and forth in the wind, but the swinging trajectory was The "acceleration key" was pressed, and it became hundreds of times faster.

"Daoyi!"

A loud shout rang in Li Yuan's ear.

The young man's knife fell from the sky like a large ball of bright light.

But

The light suddenly stopped.

Stopped in mid-air.

The brightness has also become dim.

Daofeng seemed to have encountered an indestructible giant mountain, and was blocked in his way, then stopped bleakly.

Li Yuan held the long knife blade between the two fingers of his left hand, and he and his son were held flat in the air.

At this moment, time seemed to have stopped.

The father and son were like sculptures, maintaining this posture quietly.

Li Ping'an didn't struggle. At this moment, his pupils appeared dull, as if a basin of ice water had been poured into a blazing flame.

Li Yuan threw it away and threw his son away.

He is a peerless expert who has created his own martial arts. Even if he cannot keep up with his level, his understanding of the art of swords is extremely strong, at least not something that a kid like Li Ping'an can shake.

After Li Ping'an was thrown away, he half-knelt on the ground.

He finally stopped talking and became somewhat silent.

Li Yuan smiled and said: "What? Is your dream so fragile?"

Li Ping'an suddenly raised his head, with no smile in his eyes, took a deep breath, held the knife tightly with five fingers, and then started to rush towards Li Yuan again.

Bang!

Li Pingan was beaten away.

Bang!

Li Ping'an was beaten away again.

Bang!

Li Ping'an was beaten away again.

He was knocked away again and again, and rushed up again and again, like a completely enraged beast, gradually forgetting himself and becoming more and more violent.

However, no matter how violent and selfless he is.

Li Yuandu easily knocked him away with a very leisurely expression. Even after more than ten times, he yawned, sheathed his long knife, then drew a circle on the ground and said in a coaxing tone: "Let's do this, son, as long as you can force me to quit this circle, you will win, okay?

Oh, wait a minute, I'll make the circle smaller. "

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

Li Ping'an roared angrily, his eyes turning red.

an hour later

Li Ping'an fell to his knees, his whole body dripping with sweat, his hands and feet were shaking, every muscle was like his heart beating wildly, and his veins were erect and spasming.

Li Yuan lowered his head and looked down at him, and said coldly: "You still haven't been able to force me out of this circle. That made you attack for so long. Now, it's my turn."

He looked at his son calmly, then held the handle of the knife with his five fingers and said softly: "Listen."

After he finished speaking, he turned his palm and held the knife in place. No movement was seen, but the long knife under his palm trembled in a way that "from low to high to screaming in an instant", and the surrounding air also boiled. When he got up, all the tables, chairs and tea sets in the secret room bounced like beans on a drum.

boom! !

As if the scabbard had been subjected to a terrible force, it clearly had not broken away from the ground, but suddenly exploded into slag, shooting out in all directions, revealing the cold light flowing inside it.

The knife was vibrating, the air, even the light, everything was vibrating. Being here, it was like being in the core area of ​​an earthquake, and there was an unspeakable feeling of panic.

The sword came out, and a strange brilliance flashed past.

The metal demon let out a weird hysterical scream.

Li Yuan's black hair danced wildly, and due to the vibration, his body showed a strange dimness, as if he was enveloped in a lightless shadow.

This style still destroys the city, but it is no longer the city-destroying one, but a terrifying sword technique that was naturally honed by the "creator" in the journey of pursuing his own skills.

If we say that the limit of Kung Fu moves is the Great Perfection, and above the Great Perfection is the pinnacle stunt that needs to integrate everything and add your own insights and opportunities, then this sword is the ultimate skill above the stunt, which is: God. Skills.

There may be people who are stronger than Li Yuan, but he will never be able to use this sword.

Because no matter how talented he is, the path he takes is still the path of his predecessors. Even if he takes a different path, he is still more or less influenced by his predecessors.

But Li Yuan climbed high and had a great view, always at the top of his mountain, always thinking about how to make the mountain at his feet higher instead of climbing.

The sky has no roads and no direction.

Therefore, if you want to reach heaven, you cannot walk.

You can't reach the sky by walking, at most you can only reach a little higher.

Li Yuan did not walk because he had no way forward.

Therefore, he naturally realized this sword over the years.

But, to him, this was just an ordinary stabbing, an insignificant one among the countless wonderful scenery he was about to witness.

Therefore, he didn't even want to give him a name.

Li Yuan took a step, and his body was like billowing black smoke, leaving an afterimage in the air, and then the knife appeared on Li Ping'an's neck.

The scream of the metal demon was in my ears.

Death is the next moment.

There is great terror between life and death.

Such pressure made Li Ping'an forget that this was just a contest between father and son.

His body was frozen subconsciously, motionless, his eyes were dull, and he was unable to respond.

It wasn't until Li Yuan withdrew the knife that his whole body began to tremble violently like a sieve, and then he fell forward, his eyes wide open, staring ahead in fear, and large drops of cold sweat fell from his forehead and penetrated into his eyes, which felt sour. Incomparable.

But he had forgotten to close his eyes.

Li Yuan knelt down, wiped the boy's sweat, then helped him up and shouted: "Hey."

Li Ping'an was still stupid.

Li Yuan rubbed his head again and shouted a few times.

After a long time, Li Ping'an's dilated pupils regained focus. He breathed heavily and sat silently in the darkness, with his head hanging down, not knowing what he was thinking.

Li Yuan stood up calmly and swept the tables, chairs and tea sets that had been knocked to pieces just now into the dustpan. He would not put anything else in the secret room from now on.

As for the ground and walls, there was no damage, because all the power of his sword was restrained and flowed within, so no damage was caused.

After sweeping the floor, Li Yuan sat on the ground under a skylight.

Outside the window, moonlight falls in.

He stared at the clouds in the sky.

The clouds looked like it was going to rain.

After realizing the method of improving to the sixth and fifth grades, he knew that if his son wanted to move forward and become stronger, he could only stay in the Divine Wood Palace and follow the path of the Divine Wood Palace. In fact, he was also a man with innate shadow blood. fate.

However, he respects Li Ping'an's choice, but will not let his stupid son die.

The silly son had a smooth life and never encountered any setbacks, so he wanted to teach his silly son a lesson.

If he passes the exam, he will let his son stay in the Shenmu Temple.

If he fails, he will take his son away even if he knocks him out.

But now, it's just a small after-school homework.

If Li Ping'an couldn't cheer up even now, then Li Yuan would continue his original plan and take Li Ping'an away.

He was very patient, so he waited quietly.

After two sticks of incense, Li Ping'an suddenly stood up, his eyes regained their brightness.

"Okay?" Li Yuan asked.

"I'll go back and think about how to break your knife." Li Pingan said solemnly.

Li Yuan teased and said, "Are you crying to ask Master?"

Li Ping'an said fiercely: "I think about it myself."

Li Yuan changed his tone and said calmly: "Go and tell your master to stay at home during this time."

"Okay!" Li Ping'an said, "Does that knife just have a name?"

Li Yuanqi asked: "What name do you want?"

"no name?"

"Oh, yes, that knife is called a shit knife.

Remember, the best sword in the world was defeated by a shit sword. "Li Yuan laughed.

"Fuck." Li Ping'an said angrily, and then left. When he arrived in front of the door, his legs were still trembling.

He pushed open the door of the secret room, as if he was surviving a disaster.

Li Yuan looked at the young man's back with complicated eyes. For a moment, he didn't know whether he wanted to see his son cheer up like this or give up completely.

Outside, it's raining.

Blurred vision.

The green leaves, red flowers, and the vines of the spiritual trees in the triple gate all made rustling sounds.

Sound sources from everywhere intertwine into Ye Yu’s unique ensemble.

The young man lowered his head and said in front of the powerful woman in white: "Teacher, do I want to stay here for a while?"

Gu Xuejian was stunned for a moment and turned to look at Li Yuan who was walking out of the secret room.

Li Yuandao: "I want to teach my son something when I get old."

Gu Xue saw it and said, "I can feel the knife you just struck from a distance."

Li Yuandao: "Destroy the city, you have seen it, it's just a seventh-grade trick, it can't be put on the stage."

Gu Xuejian sighed with some regret, then glanced at her disciple's still trembling muscles and the white hair growing on Li Yuan's temples, and said: "That's right, Xiao Ping'an is going too smoothly, it's up to you. This father comes to teach him."

With that said, she walked to the boy's side and said, "Master will come again in one month."

"Yeah!" Li Ping'an clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with fighting spirit that satisfied Gu Xuejian.

Li Yuan took his son to send Gu Xuejian to the door, and then he was a little surprised to find a carriage parked not far away, and someone in the car seemed to be quietly looking this way.

Is there anyone watching at this triple gate?

And he's still following Jing's door?

He looked at Gu Xuejian.

Gu Xuejian said coldly: "Ignore this carriage."

Li Yuanqi said: "Is this someone that the aunt knows?"

Guxue saw her and said, "It's just a little vixen."

"Little vixen?" Li Yuan was stunned for a moment.

Li Pingan, who was next to him, said: "It's just a little slug."

"Little slug?" Li Yuan was even more confused.

Guxuejian looked at Li Ping'an and said, "Don't get too close to her."

Li Pingan seemed to have returned to a familiar living environment. This interpersonal relationship completely restored his confidence, fighting spirit, and everything. He smiled and said: "I know, Master."

Li Yuan looked at his son and suddenly realized that his son might already have his own world, but there was indeed no him or Xue Ning in this world.

He and Xue Ning were just father and mother to Li Pingan.

that is it

Gu Xuejian opened the oil-paper umbrella and walked into the rain. When she reached the side of the carriage, she coughed coldly.

Suddenly, a pretty girl in a green skirt ran out of the carriage without holding an umbrella. She stood in the alley of Ye Yu, saluted Gu Xuejian, and said respectfully: "I have met the Lord Gu."

Guxue said: "Liu Luzi didn't seem to teach you the rules properly. There is no doubt that the Liu family has rebelled. You are the daughter of a traitor, how dare you approach the future of my Shenmu Palace?"

Her voice grew louder.

The pretty girl lowered her head even more, and then she seemed to muster up her courage and said, "But not everyone in the Liu family is a traitor. I have never been."

Guxue saw her and said, "You are still a child.

Before you come next time, ask your master Liu Luzi first.

You probably ran out without telling her, right? "

The pretty girl lowered her head lower and lower, and was about to argue again, but Gu Xue saw that she had already walked away with an umbrella.

The pretty girl glanced in the direction of Li Yuan from a distance. She was obviously nervous when she saw Li Yuan. She seemed to want to come over, but she hesitated and quickly got on the carriage.

The car turned around, its wheels drawing two white arcs in the night rain, and it squeaked again as it hurried away.

Li Yuan glanced at his son and said, "Your friend?"

Li Ping'an said carelessly: "In the past, I was a little follower who liked to cry, but now... haha."

Snapped!

Li Yuan slapped him on the head and said, "It seems like you didn't like crying when you were a child."

"I'm different from her!" Li Pingan argued.

"what is the difference?"

"I am the proud son of heaven, I am born with innate talent."

Snapped!

Li Yuan hit him on the head again and said, "The proud man of heaven? Is this how you see yourself?"

"It's not me, it's everyone who looks at me like this." Li Ping'an said proudly. He seemed to have forgotten how he was kneeling on the ground before.

Li Yuan nodded without saying anything. He realized that Gu Xuejian might not be too good at teaching disciples, or maybe she doted on her son too much, making her seem to be his son's mother.

He said calmly: "Go take a shower and change clothes, and then go to bed early."

Back in the house, Cui Huayin and Yao Jue were both there.

Li Yuan thought for a while, then pulled Li Pingan over and asked him to call "Sanniang" to "Cui Huayin", and then "Aunt Yao" to Yao Jue, and then let him go to rest.

When there was no one in the room, Cui Huayin raised her hand and gently stroked the white hair on his temples with her fingers. A touch of tenderness flashed in her eyes and she said softly, "You are already a very powerful weapon maker. Stop working so hard." .”

Li Yuan turned his head to avoid her gaze, stared at the flickering red candlelight, and finally said: "I want to hear the Tao."

"But you have already grown gray hair."

Cui Huayin's voice had a hint of tenderness that she had never seen before, and then asked, "How old are you?"

Sixth grade, unless they are nearing their end, they will never grow old and have beautiful hair.

Li Yuan didn't answer.

Cui Huayin: "Don't worry, I have married two men in this life. The first one was the emperor, but I did not have sex with him, so my real man is you.

After you, I will not marry again. "

Li Yuan smiled softly and hugged her into his arms.

Cui Huayin's catkin also touched his clothes, running her fingers through it.

A normal night.

In the morning, the rain stopped.

The sunlight refracts colorful lights through the water droplets.

Cui Huayin still gets up early, still does morning exercises, still reads poetry, and still leaves with Yao Jue's carriage.

Li Yuan also got up immediately.

He had just finished breakfast when Li Pingan rushed over energetically.

"Dad, try again."

"OK."

Li Yuan responded and added in a mocking tone, "The proud son of heaven."

An hour later.

Li Pingan was kneeling on the ground with dull eyes and sweating profusely. The magic of that sword still remained in his eyes.

He thought he saw the height of the knife, but when he looked again, he realized that his idea was a joke.

Li Yuan squatted beside him, patted his mouth, and grabbed a mirror and placed it in front of him, reflecting the embarrassment inside.

"Is this the proud man of heaven?"

Even the anger in Li Ping'an's eyes was gone.

Li Yuan asked calmly: "Are you the proud man of heaven?"

Li Ping'an suddenly revived, breathing heavily, and then gritted his teeth and said: "Yes!"

Li Yuandao: "Then, can the proud man of heaven still get up?"

"able!"

Li Ping'an seemed to have found his thoughts. He leaned on the knife like a cane, stood up with support, stared at Li Yuan with squinted eyes, then roared and rushed over, and then was severely beaten away.

He charged again and was knocked away again.

It wasn't until his entire face was pressed to the ground that his body had no strength to move, and then he stopped.

Li Yuandao: "If I were your enemy, how many times would you die?"

Li Ping'an remained silent.

Li Yuan asked: "What is the difference between a dead proud man of heaven and a dead beggar?"

Li Ping'an said in a hoarse voice: "The glory of death! Die in pursuit! Even if you die, you can still shock the world!"

Li Yuancheng suddenly exuded a strong murderous aura, locking his son tightly, and he pressed his palm down a little harder, "Then give me a shock."

Li Ping'an became mute and lay on the ground like a dead dog.

After a long time, Li Yuan slowly put away his hands, sat aside, and waited quietly.

He expected to see a hint of giving up in his son's eyes, so that he could continue his plan to take his son away with peace of mind, and then just knock him out.

But Li Pingan struggled to get up and said fiercely: "The best swordsman in the world never admits defeat!"

Li Yuan laughed and said: "Since you keep losing, how can it be the first one?"

Li Ping'an said in a hoarse voice: "Before I became number one, I could lose, but if I really stood in that position, I would not lose again.

When I say that I am the best swordsman in the world, I am just encouraging myself and reminding myself to never forget this goal. "

Although the young man was exhausted and his confidence was destroyed over and over again by powerful forces, there was still light in his eyes, like ashes that would not go out. Even if he was thrown into the ice abyss, he would still resurrect.

"But."

Li Yuan lowered his eyes, "Why do you want to be the best swordsman in the world?"

"I, I." Li Ping'an stammered, then lowered his eyes and said, "I want to protect you."

Then he said: "No! That's not the reason!

Life is short, God gave me innate shadow blood, just to let me, Li Pingan, stand at the top of this world and sort out this troubled world!

In this way, this trip is worthwhile! "

Life is too short

Li Yuan was silent for a moment and asked, "Can we continue today?"

Li Ping'an shook his head with a wry smile. Compared to the initial arrogance and arrogance, his eyes were now more solemn.

"No, I. I want to think about how to defeat your moves."

"Think about it."

Li Yuanyi turned around half-heartedly, pushed open the door of the secret room, and walked out.

He had a hunch that he might not be able to take his son away.

At night.

Company camp.

The tents are like hills, stacked in a deep mountain canyon somewhere.

For some reason, the temperature in this canyon is much lower than outside, making it eerie and chilly.

Before the war, the surrounding hunters would call this place "Peeping Man Valley".

The reason why it is called this is because when hunters walk here, they often feel that they are being spied on by something, and their hearts beat with fear, their scalp becomes numb, and they may even run inexplicably as if they are running away.

at this time

The brazier illuminated fields of light one after another in the night, illuminating the dark rocks and the people patrolling the rivers and lakes.

These people in the world are all disciples of the sects affiliated with Shenmu Palace. They are not ordinary warriors, but ninth, eighth or even seventh grade.

But in the central military tent, the temperature was extremely high. In the blazing flames of high-quality snow-white bone charcoal, a man in colorful clothes was staring intently at the fire, his bloodshot eyes showing a strange ferocious look.

But in fact, it was not ferocious, but too focused, which made his eyes look scary.

“The secret method I have passed down is [Measuring the Land].

And this Valley of Peeping People is already the most yin place that I know through the secret method of "Measuring the Land".

This hellish place is just one step away from turning into a ghostland.

In a place like this, all I have left is how to utilize the Yin Qi and how to seal them into my spiritual weapon.

what should I do? "

The co-teacher murmured.

He has studied this art for more than a hundred years and has his own experience in forging weapons.

But this time, what he wanted to pursue was the supreme way of forging weapons—the formation way.

At this moment, he heard hurried footsteps in the distance, which seemed to be reporting something to the fifth-rank guard in the camp.

Vaguely, Master Gong heard Master Li's name.

He stood up suddenly, stumbled towards the fifth-grade camp, then opened the curtain, stared directly at the swordsman who reported the report and said: "What's wrong with Li Yuan?!"

The swordsman saluted his master, and then said: "Master Li forged a demon sword. The master of the palace praised it highly after seeing it, saying that it has reached your peak level."

"Demon sword?"

"My peak level?"

"impossible!"

"That kid is talented, but he is still very young. He may reach this level in the future, but not now!"

The co-teacher said sternly with disbelief on his face.

The swordsman didn't dare to say anything, so he bowed and left.

Master Gong looked up at the person above him.

There are two fifth-grade elders sitting here, one is the elder of the Hua family from my aunt's family, and the other is another fifth-grade elder from the Jing family.

The fifth-rank elder of the Jing family said: "Master Gong, what he said is true, because this weapon was forged by Master Li for the head of my family."

After that, he told the armorer in front of him all the family messages he knew.

"Grey hair on the temples

This is a loss of Yangshou. "

The co-teacher murmured.

He suddenly said, "I've heard that there was this kind of school in ancient times. Master Li is so confused."

He unconsciously called "Master Li" instead of "Li Yuan" or "that boy".

The fifth-rank elder of the Jing family looked at his co-teacher, looking at his crazy appearance, looking at his tired face, and his eyes that were already red and swollen, and said softly: "Master Li, I admire him, he is a A true armorer. You, too."

The co-teacher was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "That's right.

Whether it’s Zhu Ban’er, Master Li, or me, they are all actually the same people! "

In this way, he found confidence and inspiration again. With his eyes shining, he walked out of the tent and said, "We can't be dragged down by this kid! Isn't what we want a stronger spiritual weapon?"

That boy dared to lose his life, so why should I cherish this life? ! "

Tonight, he will have a good sleep, and then he will go to the Yin Qi place at the core of the "Peeping Man Valley" to forge weapons.

That place was extremely hurtful.

Even if one is not good, the yin energy will come to the body, and the consequences will be disastrous, and no one knows what will happen.

However, he is not afraid!

Because he already had determination and courage in his heart.

When the co-teacher walked out of the tent, he saw another swordsman coming with a message, his face full of fear and sorrow.

"What's wrong?" he asked loudly.

The swordsman was walking with his head lowered. When he heard the question, he quickly raised his head, then saluted respectfully, and said in a trembling voice: "The front line. The front line is defeated like a mountain.

Sixteen sects, almost all destroyed!

Xiang. The fifth-grade elder of the Xiang family was killed by Peng Mi. "

The co-teacher sneered and said: "It's just the remaining formation!"

Then he said: "My dear Zhu Ban, I will let you run wild for a few more days! So that you can see what I can do!"

The swordsman murmured again: "There was also a fifth-grade elder from the Hua family and a fifth-grade elder from the Holy Fire Palace who came to support, but they were all killed."

There was great fear in his eyes, and he seemed to have collapsed beyond words, "And... Moreover, the other party seems to have the support of the Red Lotus Thief."

Shared teacher:.

Sixteen sects.

three fifth grade

His expression became extremely serious, as if a big iron block was tied to his heart, which was heavy.

This is real. The army was defeated like a mountain.

That night, Gongshi was about to fall asleep when he felt someone calling his name outside the tent.

He responded.

The person who came in was none other than the fifth-rank elder of the Jing family.

The elder sighed: "We must withdraw. The front line has collapsed."

"When will we withdraw?" Master Gong asked.

The fifth-rank elder of the Jing family said: "The sooner the better, best tonight."

The teacher was stunned for a moment, and fell into a long silence. Then he stood up suddenly, put on his shoes, and said, "Tomorrow night, is that okay?"

The fifth-rank elder of the Jing family said: "I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on."

"Then tomorrow afternoon," Gongshi said, "I'm going to cast soldiers on Yinfeng Cliff in Peeping Valley."

"Yinfeng Cliff!! You can't go there."

"If you are always timid, how can you create a spiritual weapon that is unparalleled in the world?"

In the tent, it was quiet for a while.

The fifth-rank elder of the Jing family said: "I understand. We will hold on until tomorrow afternoon."

"good!!"

Gong Shihao said angrily, then canceled his sleeping plan tonight and hurried out.

Tonight, he will go to the place where the Yin Qi is strongest to create his legend! ! !