Lord is the devil

"This is the strength of the Ruyi Needle. This needle is good at sneak attacks and plots, so naturally it can't be huge." Setting Yang explained.

"So that's how it is." After getting this sharp weapon, Xiao Canyang liked it very much, and couldn't help but want to go out to test it out. At this moment, he didn't have the intention to stay here, so Canyang simply didn't keep him, and let him go.

After Xiao Canyang left, Elder Pu appeared immediately, "My lord, I don't know if it's right to do this. After all, history has been changed. I don't know if it will affect the future."

"It's okay, it's just a small change, and the impact is not big." As soon as the words fell, the Ruyi Needle in the Sea of ​​Consciousness suddenly trembled, and the setting sun took it out to take a look, but heard a suspicious voice coming from inside, "Master, can you hear me? Master , is it broken?"

Setting Yang couldn't help laughing out loud, "I'm here as a teacher, what's the matter?"

"It turns out that I can really hear my voice, master, can you hear clearly from your side? It is very clear from my side."

"Yes." Setting Yang played with the Ruyi Needle, "It's also very clear."

"This thing is really fun. Master, I have nothing to do with my disciples. I just want to try whether this thing works or not."

"Oh." Setting Yang raised his eyebrows, "Have you tried it yet?"

"Try it out."

"Well, don't waste spirit stones for nothing." With Xiao Canyang's cultivation base, he still can't drive the Ruyi Needle, and he can't even do the sacrificial training.

"Oh, goodbye, Master." Setting Yang seemed to hear disappointment from his tone, Xiao Canyang is the predecessor of Setting Yang, he understands his thoughts better than anyone else.

Although I don't want to admit it, I have to say that he lacks love and has lived alone since he was a child. Everyone puts the burden of restoring the demons on him. Among his peers, he is the only genius among geniuses.

Admiration, but no closeness, even the elders never smile and strictly regulate his life.

Whenever he does something he thinks he is very satisfied and wants to show off to his elders, but they say, you have eighteen demon gods, if you can't do it, it will be anecdote, no one has ever praised him, no one would say ,You did very well.

Everyone thinks that his efforts are justified, he should have done this, if he can't, everyone will look at him with surprised eyes, and the doubtful eyes make him feel sad, so he knew it a long time ago, and never got close to anyone people.

Only by constantly working hard and working hard, creating myths one after another, making others look at him with admiration, and the elders look at him with admiration, this is him.

He has been flattered and deceived by countless people, and he has been extremely proud since he was a child. Others say he is arrogant, but no one knows that it is just a disguise.

Setting Yang withdrew his mind, no longer thinking about the past, those were all past lives, now he is Li Zhaoyuan, he no longer needs love.

"Old Pu, there are two days left before the 5000th birthday, let's go back!" Setting Yang stood up, walked out of the house, and waited for Elder Pu to prepare in the yard.

"My lord, everything is ready and we can go." Elder Pu paid the accommodation fee, and then asked Xuan Ming to grow up and walk in the courtyard.

The setting sun stood on the back of the turtle, and the turtle floated slowly in the air. With one step, the tortoise traveled thousands of miles, and in an instant, it had reached a hundred miles. Only a few steps away, it was already very close to the Treasure Sect.

The Treasure Instrument Sect is very large, sitting on thousands of miles of mountains, each peak is the land of the Treasure Instrument Sect, each peak is occupied by various peak masters, and each peak master is a disciple of the Golden Core Stage.

At this time, the world is still full of aura, and there is no lack of aura, which makes monks unable to practice and raises the threshold.

Another few steps away, the tortoise was almost paralyzed from exhaustion, the tortoise was exhausted traveling thousands of miles, Xuanming was a little overwhelmed.

Walking to the setting sun at the foot of the Zongmen Mountain before coming down to walk, the Zongmen has an order that all monks passing by are not allowed to fly, as a show of respect.

There is a long staircase leading directly to the top of the mountain at the gate of the sect. Everyone has to climb up the mountain.

The Xiaoyaobu is miraculous, and it didn't take long to reach the sect.

The three characters of Baoqizong are full of precious light, and the pillars on both sides are engraved with the image of dragon and phoenix.

Setting Yang stepped in, the badge on his waist lit up, and he became calm again. Those who were close to the sect were the outer disciples, then the inner disciples, and finally the core disciples, but these were none of his business. He is a disciple of the master, and his status is especially higher than the core disciples. Even the core disciples of the golden core stage should call him uncle.

Walking to the outer door, he suddenly heard the sound of a sharp weapon piercing the air, and the setting sun looked in that direction, "It's so late? Who is still practicing sword?"

In fact, the setting sun is only interested in this person who practiced swords. It should be known that there are most strange treasures in the treasure sect, but there are very few sword wielders, because the strength belongs to the number one sword sect. The disciples of Jianzong will only end in a disastrous defeat.

The setting sun moved, and walked towards the outer door gently. There were no rules in the outer door, and the residence was more casual. It was not a courtyard for one person. It was inconvenient for several people to do something in a courtyard, so this person came out to practice swords.

Under the moonlight, a man in a gray long gown moved sharply, with delicate steps, and he was dancing a sword.

Setting Sun observed with great interest, and when the dance was over, he applauded cooperatively, "Good swordsmanship."

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!The applause echoed in the mountain garden, and the setting sun came out from his hiding place.

The person who was applauded saw him, stared blankly, and then reacted, "I don't know if my uncle is coming, I'm not far away to welcome..."

"It's okay." Setting Yang waved his hand, interrupting his words, "Brother Wan Jun can just call me Zhao Yuan, don't always talk about uncle and uncle, it sounds weird."

"How dare Wanjun..." Liu Wanjun stood aside with his fists clasped, the sword in his hand hanging down.

"Why don't you dare." Setting Yang tried to change the subject, "Just now I saw you practice your sword, although your moves are fierce, but there is one thing missing."

"Things?" Liu Wanjun didn't know, "Wanjun is stupid, please tell me clearly."

The setting sun waved, "Come here, I will teach you personally."

"Thank you uncle for your guidance." In his previous life, Liu Wanjun was the famous Zhuyeqing, but now he feels a bit dull.

The setting sun stood behind him, raised his hand to hold his sword hand, Liu Wanjun's hand trembled suddenly, and then calmed down, the setting sun seemed not to notice, still holding his hand calmly, slowly raised it, and stabbed straight ahead.

Liu Wanjun tilted his head to look at him cautiously. After doing this several times, Setting Yang couldn't help whispering in his ear, "Concentrate, keep your chest up, and tuck in your stomach." Sword practice requires concentration and no distracting thoughts."

After a while, the setting sun suddenly said, "Wan Jun, you and I are both men, why are you blushing?"

"No, no." Liu Wanjun's eyes dodged a little, as if he didn't dare to look at the setting sun.

The setting sun didn't expose him, but continued, "Just now I watched you practice your sword, but one thing was missing, which is momentum. The key to your swordsmanship lies in momentum, but you didn't grasp it well. Just now I brought you You demonstrated it once, how much do you remember?"

"I, I remember three points." Liu Wanjun was so guilty that he didn't even dare to look at him.

"Okay, come out with your three-point posture and practice again, let me see how you are doing." Setting Yang let go of him, took a step back, and gave him the space.

Liu Wanjun stood still for a while, and suddenly, like a sword drawn from its sheath, his momentum was as sharp as a bamboo, and his moves were still fierce, but he was a little more skilled than before.

After the sword dance, Liu Wanjun received his merit.

But the setting sun shook his head, "Everyone has strength, if you want to practice swords well, you must first find your own strength, watch it, I'll just demonstrate it once." But the corners of his clothes swelled automatically without wind, at that moment, the existence of the sky and the earth seemed not to be obvious, only the setting sun clearly existed in his heart, as if the setting sun was bigger than the sky and wider than the earth.

"This is the power? It's so powerful. At that moment just now, it was like combining with the heaven and the earth, but the sense of existence is more obvious than the heaven and the earth." Liu Wanjun murmured, "I can't do it, I can't do it. "

"Don't be discouraged, I'm optimistic about you." The setting sun withdrew his momentum, momentum is a person's aura, and it has something to do with his experience and cultivation base. He was an old monster in the transformation stage in his previous life, and his aura will naturally be hundreds of times stronger than others.

"It's getting late, you should rest early, I'm going back too." Before leaving, the setting sun suddenly stopped, "The Treasure Artifact Sect celebrates its 5000th birthday, I hope you can perform well, I heard that those who get No.1 in the outer courtyard have a chance to choose I worship that faction, especially the head of the faction, all martial arts are strong, if you join it, you will soon soar into the sky, I wish you good luck, I am leaving."

The setting sun used the free step, one step at a time, and he could only see his illusory route and his looming figure from behind.

It was getting late, and the setting sun didn't stop any longer, and went straight back to his room. When he passed by Li Zhaoyuan's parents' room, he suddenly saw that the light in the room was still on. He wanted to say hello, but he didn't want to hear the two of them. talk.

"I always feel uneasy, ma'am, our son has changed too much, and every time I see him, I feel terrified, as if I am facing a sleeping monster."

"Sanggong, you think too much, you forgot, our son is not like everyone said, he is a born idiot, Zhao Yuan was a famous genius when he was a child, if it wasn't for later... Sigh! In short, you must have an illusion gone."

"I am already in the realm of the unity of heaven and earth, and I feel it. It is impossible to have such an illusion for no reason." Li Siming sighed, "Well, after all, it is my seed. Tiger poison does not eat its offspring, and it is related by blood. No matter how big the change is, it is impossible to hurt us."

"Exactly, Mr. Xianggong, this is actually good, it's better than being bullied all the time." Qiao Jiaoniang didn't think so at all, "That group of people always bullied him because our Zhaoyuan won't fight back. He also lied that he fell and injured himself, and really thought we were fools. Now that Zhao Yuan is healed and his talent has returned, I will give him the list of people who thought of him in the early years, and let him teach himself a lesson."