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Luo Changfeng's mood was a little fluctuating. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

As it was said at the tombstone, it was not a lie.

Although Bai Yu, the seventh knife idiot of Tianque, broke the door of the White Building, no one in this world would think that he was a failure.

You must know that at that time, his knife, after he himself died, was still being remembered by Qin Yi, the god general of the White Mansion. Not only the Divine General of the White Mansion, but also the Heavenly Dao who had come from afar and never appeared, seemed to be interested in that very ordinary crutch knife.

There may be many things in this world that can make the White Mansion God General possessive, but there are not many things that can make that Heavenly Sword interested, and it can even be said that it is pitiful.

It just happened that the knife idiot's knife, that crutch knife, was enough for the heavenly knife to come across the void.

What can be explained in this, I think that the cultivators all over the world are clear and clear. For those who learn to repair knives, what can be more precious than being recognized and evaluated by the heavenly sword?

At least on the Tianque list, the fifth and fourth people didn't do it, the third and second people didn't do it, and the top of the Tianque list didn't repair the knife, so naturally he couldn't do it.

But the seventh sword idiot Bai Yu of Tianque did it.

He was the first young powerhouse on the Tianque List to cultivate to reach the Tribulation Realm. It can also be said that in the past ten years, the most dazzling and dazzling genius.

If he hadn't fallen into the hands of Yan Bailou, his achievements would be limitless, and he would eventually become one of the real big names in the world in the shortest possible time.

Such a knife idiot, such a Taoist idiot, the sword spectrum he left behind is very likely to be the new realm of the knife path that he has comprehended since the three years of retreat, and how much temptation and value it has, even the Jiang family, the first family in the world from the likes of Shang, cannot be estimated.

However, now, such a sword book is in Luo Changfeng's hands.

Luo Changfeng had been holding it tightly for a long time.

"The realm of the predecessors of the knife idiot is unfathomable, and they have seen the catastrophe of this life. I'm just getting started, and I haven't even comprehended the first petal lotus of the Thirty-six Character Lotus Recipe, so I'm afraid that if I want to learn this score, I won't be able to cultivate it. ”

Luo Changfeng is not pretentious.

He is now more eager for strength and cultivation than anyone else, and he will do whatever it takes to improve his ability to save his life in any situation. He really wanted to learn the sword idiot's knife spectrum, but in fact, he only had the cultivation of Chong Hui's lower realm, which may be very dazzling among the freshmen who have just started in the academy, and may be able to make him the top among the freshmen, but it has never been comparable to the seventh sword idiot in Tianque.

Between them, the difference is not just a dixuan list.

Huang Fuyi saw Luo Changfeng's concern and said: "Cultivating the Tao is the realm, and cultivating the sword is the edge and comprehension of the sword. The realm of the predecessor of the sword idiot is naturally much higher than yours, and he is also the first person in the previous generation in the world to enter the realm of transformation and tribulation. But these don't mean that the edge and understanding of the knife idiot predecessors are above you, after all, you are not at the same age. Who would dare to easily threaten that when you reach the age of a sword idiot, your cultivation realm will be inferior to him?"

"You have to remember that Master doesn't like students who hold back the most. Anything that is easy to fail without going through an attempt is not enough to be a reason to hold back. ”

After Huang Fuyi said this, he turned around and left.

"Senior brother is fortunate to be able to become friends with the knife idiot in the academy. I also hope that one day, I will be able to reproduce the knife path of the knife idiot in this world. ”

Huang Fuyi did not go downstairs, let alone leave Tibet, but walked to the corner of the window and sat down cross-legged.

Luo Changfeng could see that the senior brother should often be in the window place, studying books. So much less dust in that place than in other places on the fourth floor, and much cleaner.

Luo Changfeng's heart was touched.

Don't think too much about it.

Instead, I found a dark corner of the room, a row of bookshelves and a narrow corner by the wall, and sat down against the wall.

Unlike his brother, he doesn't like to read books too close to the sun. On Luoxia Mountain, the light in the small courtyard hut has not been very good, he has long been accustomed to the darkness, which will make him feel quiet and peaceful.

Luo Changfeng took a few deep breaths, gently stroked the cover of the knife book, and then opened the first page.

The first page of the knife spectrum is a name.

Luo Changfeng didn't pay too much attention to this name, but turned the knife book to the second page.

The content of the second page is also peculiar.

It's not the ancient book of sword tricks and sword tricks that he imagined, there are many obscure written records and elaborations...... The content of the second page is simple, it is a painting.

Luo Changfeng could see that the painting was a knife.

A knife that will be pulled out of the field.

When Luo Changfeng saw the knife that was about to be unsheathed for the first time, he felt that there was a blast of air that was colder than the icy wind in the Forgetful River, he blinked his eyes a little stinging, and then unconsciously left tears.

Luo Changfeng knew that this was not an illusion.

The cold air did not dissipate here, but felt like it rushed directly into his heavenly rush.

Then he poured into the body along the sky, wandering through the qi veins of the major spirit points, and before he advanced an inch, there was a bone-eating pain in his body.

It's been long, it's tormenting, it's torturous.

Even if Luo Changfeng was mentally prepared and ready to accept everything recorded in this knife book, he still couldn't bear this sudden pain of eroding bones.

After a while, he closed the knife book directly!

Then take another deep breath and let the cold air rush into your body, driving away or freezing the excruciating pain.

He closed his eyes.

It's not that I'm quietly feeling the sudden knife intent, but I just want to make my eyes more comfortable.

He just leaned against the wall quietly, closed his eyes, I don't know how long it took, the pain in his body was much lessened, and the stinging pain in his eyes was relieved a lot, before he woke up again.

He frowned slightly and looked at the knife book he was holding in his palms, not discouraged, but under the slightly frowning brow, there was a trace of joy and excitement.

It is undeniable that this is the most powerful and terrifying breath that Luo Changfeng has ever felt since he lived until now.

And this breath, without any turning and avoidance, is directly blowing in the face.

He was terrified of these knife intents.

In the same way, I am also obsessed with these knife intents.

After calming down again, Luo Changfeng turned the pages of the knife book for the second time.

......

At the staircase on the fourth floor, there was a steady footstep.

The footsteps were soft, but steady, and seemed to have a little-known rhythm.

Huang Fuyi, who was studying ancient books by the window, didn't notice this footsteps, perhaps for the top of the Dixuan list, this kind of footsteps was still a little frivolous.

Luo Changfeng, who was enduring the attack of the knife intent in the dark corner, heard this footsteps, maybe he still couldn't immerse himself in that kind of pain and be leisurely in his heart, he knew that he would never reach this realm by just looking at the knife that was about to come out twice, and he naturally closed the knife again.

This time he didn't care how many times he had seen it or how long he had endured it.

He closed the knife and looked up at the staircase.

His eyes were bloodshot, as if they had been blinded by murderous intent.