"It's okay!" A smile appeared on Zhuang Yichen's face, and he said in the martial hall: "I'll bother you next!"

"The third sword of this Quanzhen Sword Technique is completely a self-injury technique, it would be better for you to use it less in the future!" The vicissitudes of life and the cold voice of the Holy Demon Tower sounded, as if he was sighing something. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You relax your consciousness now, I'm going to take control of your body for the time being!" the Holy Magic Tower continued.

"Su Li, is Zhuang Yichen's injury really serious?" Luo Wuxi also asked worriedly at this time.

Fortunately, his vitality in his body is still uninterrupted, and as long as he has time to recuperate, he can slowly recover. It's just that he probably won't be able to take a step now!" Su Li sighed, but before he finished speaking, he saw Zhuang Yichen put away the Qiuyuan Sword and walked towards the altar.

"This, what's going on?" the corners of Su Li's eyes twitched, as if he had seen something extremely incredible.

"Your medical skills, isn't it time to study them hard!" Luo Wuxi's face showed a look of urgency.

The three of them saw Zhuang Yichen walk in front of the altar, and the Qiuyuan sword was raised and slashed at the black beads.

"Smack!" The black beads couldn't block the blow of the Qiu Yuan Sword, and it shattered like an egg, and a trace of black gas quickly escaped from it.

"I want to go!" Zhuang Yichen's voice at this time revealed the vicissitudes of life, and when he stretched out a finger to volley into the air, those black qi immediately converged into a small ball, and disappeared without a trace.

"Martial arts are perfect, it's for martial artists!" Zhuang Yichen closed his eyes, and the voice of the Holy Demon Tower in the martial hall sounded, making his heart faintly touch a trace of the mystery of the martial arts holy way.

"Boom!" There was a sudden loud noise in the martial hall, and then the martial hall built of bluestone collapsed instantly, and was replaced by a brass martial hall.

The Holy Demon Tower did not continue to suppress his realm, so at this time, Zhuang Yichen established himself as a martial artist without any suspense.

A pillar of spiritual energy in the sky suddenly appeared, projected down, and fell directly on Zhuang Yichen's body! The five internal organs, the four limbs, the hundreds of remains, and the meridians all over the body were all nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth at this moment.

The excess aura would then be transformed into soul energy, which would fill his meridians.

"Saint, Saint Former Martial Artist!" all three of them showed incredible expressions at this time, and stammered.

Zhuang Yichen is too wicked, isn't he? He just passed the government exam! Although he has long been a saint-pre-martial artist, there is no need to be so cruel.

A single battle took him to the next level.

"Four thousand soul qi!" Zhuang Yichen felt the increasing amount of soul qi in his body, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

The soul qi in the body of an ordinary martial artist is more than seven thousand, and he is already halfway there. The great thing about the Saint Pre-Martial Artist is that every time he is promoted, he can enjoy one more soul qi infusion.

If he fought with the gray-robed rebel scribe now, Zhuang Yichen didn't need to use jade to burn, and he could kill that person with a single move.

The martial spirit of Wuju people and Wu Xiucai is not at the same level at all, especially for Zhuang Yichen, once he breaks through, it will be a earth-shaking change.

"Congratulations!" The three of them came over to celebrate, Zhuang Yichen smiled slightly and then said, "Please keep this matter secret!"

He is now a Saint Warrior and a Three Saint Martial Artist! This is an extremely rare thing, and if it spreads out now, it will inevitably arouse the jealousy of many people.

Especially the Yi family, if they knew that he was a Three Holy Martial Artist, I am afraid that they would secretly kill him. After all, a martial artist, even if he is a saint-former martial artist, is insignificant in the face of a family like the Yi family.

But if Zhuang Yichen can become a martial artist, everything will be different! A martial artist can belong to the cornerstone of the human race.

This class has already entered the eyes of the saints, even if Wen Ru wants to kill a Jinshi, he will be punished for no suitable reason.

Because even all the saints have cultivated from among the Jinshi, if even the Jinshi have to be killed at will, then what is the foundation of the human race?

Although the Yi family is unhappy with Zhuang Yichen, he is just a little martial artist, even if he has made meritorious contributions and has an official position, but that's all. has not yet arrived at the Yi family, regardless of face, and shows the killer of the carriage and horse.

Therefore, Zhuang Yichen knew in his heart that even if he wanted to announce the identity of the Saint Qianwu Juren, it must be at the time of the state examination.

The state test list is known to the world, and at least it will be protected by Wen Ru He Yi!

Theoretically speaking, the people in the Jizhou Mansion Examination are all He Yi's disciples, and whoever dares to move them will sweep He Yi's face.

Even if He Yi once owed Yi Wenru a favor, the last time Yi Feiyang did it was already paid off.

"This is natural!" The three of them immediately responded! After this battle, the friendship between them has deepened even more, and for them, this comradeship of the same year is even more precious.

These are all people who can support each other in the future, and if they damage their foundation, they will harm themselves.

Zhuang Yichen looked up at the villagers who were standing there around him, he had lost the traction of the Requiem, and they had no consciousness to drive his body at all.

"Which of you will requiem, let them go home first!" Zhuang Yichen sighed lightly, how innocent is the villagers, they will suffer this unwarranted disaster.

"I'll come!" Su Li took out the flute from the official seal, and the sound of the flute sounded, which was soft and delicate compared to the song played by the gray-robed man, soothing people's hearts.

The villagers quickly returned along the road they had come, and after half a ring, there were no more villagers in the place, only the sound of the flute.

"This bloody jade is a good material for refining Wenbao!" the Holy Demon Tower reminded. Zhuang Yichen smiled, and then said: "I have no use for this bloody jade, the three of you will find a way to deal with it!"

"How can this be done! The anti-clan scribes were almost killed by you alone, and these are all trophies that belong to you!" Su Li shook his head and said.

"We are facing this battle together, and without you, we might end up together!"

"You deserve to have a share of the loot! Besides, I was able to promote the martial arts in advance, which is enough to be satisfied. Zhuang Yichen smiled, but his attitude was very resolute.

"By the way, this is the Qiankun bag of the rebel scribe!" At this time, Luo Wuxi took out something from the gray-robed man's body.

When the master died, the Qiankun bag was an ownerless thing, Luo Wuxi's talent was infused into it, and he quickly took out the things inside.

"This guy is so poor!" Luo Wuxi pursed his lips, in addition to some gold and silver, there were only a few bottles of pills and two pamphlets.

He took out one of them at random, opened it and looked at it, and threw it out as if he had been electrocuted.

"Damn, this is the cultivation method of the rebel clan!" Luo Wuxi took a deep breath, this thing is very dangerous, if you don't get it right, you will be attracted to cultivate.

Although the anti-clan scribes were despised by the human race and were listed as the enemies of life and death who must be killed! However, it is undeniable that their strength is really strong.