My life of martial arts training

"Okay, I didn't expect that such a genius would appear in our Qinghan Prefecture." Yuan Tianhao took it and took a look, with a smile on his face.

Shen Yuan's resume can be said to be very simple. He basically fought against the White Walkers, and this is what Yuan Tianhao wants to see the most.

In this troubled world, he was overjoyed that a genius could emerge who could fight against the White Walkers.

As for some small frictions during the period, he subconsciously ignored them.

"Gang Leader, Chief Yuan." Shen Yuan received a message from Sikong on his way back and was waiting in the hall early.

"Shen Yuan, you?" Sikong returned with a surprised look on his face.

At this moment, Shen Yuan's face looked very ugly, as if he hadn't slept for a long time, and his whole person exuded an aura of decadence.

The impact of that dream spell was more serious than he imagined. Once his spirit relaxed a little, he felt like he was being pulled into a dream. Not only that, the dream spell would also absorb his mental power, which was quite a bit Provide energy to yourself so that the dream technique can operate normally.

"Come here and let me take a look." Yuan Tianhao said solemnly.

"Yes." Shen Yuan stepped forward with an anxious mood.

An astonishing aura erupted from Yuan Tianhao's body, and his white hair automatically turned into a white air ball in his hand, gradually turning into a mirror.

"Reflect his heart!"

Shen Yuan's appearance was reflected in the mirror, but Shen Yuan in the mirror was very unreal, and a colored mist always lingered in the middle of his eyebrows.

"Trouble." Yuan Tianhao's face gradually became serious.

"What's wrong?" Chen Yuan's expression changed and he asked quickly.

He was like a patient in the hospital waiting for a critical illness notice. It seemed that the next moment the doctor was going to tell him that he was terminally ill and he should go back and enjoy the rest of his days.

Yuan Tianhao sighed and said, "In your case, I can't help you."

Shen Yuan was like falling into an ice cellar. If Yuan Tianhao couldn't do anything about it, wouldn't he definitely die?

I originally thought that with my own energy, I should be able to carry it for a few months, but now, let alone a few months, I can't survive for ten days. Even if I use the remaining sources of chaos, I will just linger and cannot solve the problem at all.

"There's really nothing we can do?" Sikong Guitu frowned.

"There is a way, but it can't be done." Yuan Tianhao shook his head.

"What is it?" Shen Yuan asked with bloodshot eyes.

"The first method is to break the divine barrier, and the secret technique will naturally not affect you. The second method is to use extremely precise soul methods to cut through dreams." Yuan Tianhao said solemnly.

Divine pass?

Soul means?

Shen Yuan is confident of breaking through the divine barrier, but it takes time, and now he doesn't have time.

As for the soul method, he has never heard of it.

"There is another possibility, leaving Qinghan Prefecture." Yuan Tianhao said uncertainly.

"Mengchi's secret technique is based on the resentment of the resentful ghost. Although the resentful ghost is imprisoned, it does not have much impact on the secret technique. Perhaps if you leave Qinghan Prefecture, the secret technique will lose its effect. "

"What's the probability of your approach?" Sikong Guilu asked.

Yuan Tianhao thought for a moment and said, "Less than 10%."

"One percent? That's too low. If the method doesn't work and he leaves Qinghan Prefecture..." Sikong Guilu didn't say the rest, but everyone present understood.

"So, we need to determine in advance whether this method will work?" Shen Yuan said in a hoarse voice.

"Yes." Yuan Tianhao nodded, with a trace of regret flashing in his eyes, and said:

"If you want to find an abacus to tell your fortune, you should give up the idea. The ghost abacus will only kill you faster."

"No, there is another person who can tell fortunes." Sikong said solemnly on his way back.

"Who?" Yuan Tianhao asked.

"An Hongti." Sikong replied on his way back.

"But there is a problem. Is this Shen Yuan's way of survival or the solution to this secret technique? If it is Shen Yuan, he is in the Qi Condensation Realm. An Hongti can withstand the sequelae caused by the White Walkers, but If it was the latter, the Body Refining Realm would kill her on the spot."

Shen Yuan remained silent, he was indeed thinking about this issue.

"It's your choice whether you want to tell An Hongti or not, but you can't force An Hongti." Sikong said on his way back.

"Yes." Shen Yuan responded, turned and left.

"Alas." Yuan Tianhao looked at Shen Yuan's desolate back and sighed deeply, his previous good mood gone.

After finally meeting a genius who suits his taste, he ends up facing death.

"I'll deal with the remnants first." He waved his hand, ready to vent his bad mood.

"Yeah." Sikong Guilu nodded indifferently, his expression did not change at all. In the past two hundred years, he had seen many geniuses. Although Shen Yuan was a special one among them, for him, that was how he grew up. Only geniuses who rise up are worth remembering.

And those who died were not geniuses.

······

The wind howled, and the clothes rustled.

Shen Yuan stood with his hands behind his hands, his jet-black hair flowing from his ears, and his expression was full of complexity.

"The person I didn't want to interact with turned out to be my life-saving medicine. It's such a twist of fate..."

Although this was a bit shameless, he still wanted to give it a try.

He hasn't reached the top yet, and he doesn't want to die yet.

Of course, if An Hongti didn't want to, he could only gamble on the 10% chance and risk leaving Qinghan Prefecture.

Time gradually passed, the dazzling sunlight shone on everything, and the tall walls of Qingzhou City came into view.

The flying beast landed smoothly.

Shen Yuan took a carriage and drove to the Giant Whale Courtyard.

"Sir, you are back." Ji Baichang's eyes lit up and he asked.

"Well, the peak of the Tempering Body Realm?" Shen Yuan said lightly.

"Yes, I came out to get some fresh air, adjust my state, and impact the Qi Gate." Ji Baichang nodded. He wanted to smile, but seeing Shen Yuan's extremely bad complexion and complicated expression, he said in a deep voice;

"Sir, your complexion is a little bad."

"Really?"

Shen Yuan didn't take it seriously. He walked into the hall, sat in the main seat, and asked: "Senior Sister An, have you come out of retreat?"

"By the way, half an hour ago, Lord An Hongti arranged for someone to deliver a letter." Ji Baichang suddenly said.

Shen Yuan frowned slightly and asked: "Where is the letter?"

"Put it in the study, please wait." Ji Baichang replied.

Shen Yuan took the letter, and a very slight smell of blood floated into his nose.

His eyes condensed, and he hurriedly tore open the letter. A line of bloody handwriting was written on the white paper!

[Leave Qinghanzhou, go to Daosanzhou]

The color of the bloody words is deep and bright, the handwriting is a little sloppy, and the lines are twisted, just like chaotic thoughts.

It can be clearly felt that the owner of the handwriting is hasty in every stroke, as if racing against time.

Shen Yuan is like a cold statue, his face is dazed, and he doesn't even notice the letter slipping from his hand.

There was a long silence.

He picked up the letter, folded it carefully, put it in his mouth, and chewed it bit by bit, as if he was tasting the most delicious food in the world.