Chapter 172: I Wish to Rebuild

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"Brother, when did you become so powerful?" Su'er asked, and at the same time, Qingluan could see two small shining stars in Xiaodouzi's eyes.

Qingluan wanted to touch Su'er's head a little dotingly, and then he found that Su'er's size had grown a lot, and she was only half a head shorter than him, and she had become a slim girl.

He withdrew his hand a little embarrassed and said, "I'm not as powerful as Senior Yao." ā€

These words were an insult to Yao Yu to all those who were not as good as Qingluan, and they were angry and hateful to Qingluan.

But the people who are above Qingluan know very well that Qingluan didn't tell the slightest lie, they can all see that Qingluan's true power is not as deep as Yao Yu's, and they also understand the fact that Qingluan didn't lie to them.

They were silent for a long time, apparently not wanting to admit what they already considered to be the truth.

But in the end, someone has to come out and admit it, and everyone is waiting for that person to show up.

"Qingluan, since you know that there is a problem with our cultivation method, what should we do to make up for it?" Yao Yu asked out loud, and the scene was in an uproar.

Yao Yu asked, he, the right protector, Jiang Liu'er...... They were heartbroken more than anyone else, because they had been following the Martial Saint from birth to death, but they had never thought that this was a game, a game that had been carefully arranged for a long time, a game that might have been arranged before they were born.

They didn't know who the Emperor of the Underworld was, but they knew that the Emperor of the Underworld must be monstrous in cultivation and power, otherwise it would be impossible to mobilize so many people to encircle and suppress the team.

Qingluan was silent for a long time, and finally said: "The solution to this problem is to abolish the military and rebuild. ā€

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar again, isn't the abolition of military force and rebuilding just making people become waste? Those who don't have a high level of cultivation feel that it doesn't matter, but some geniuses who are surrounded by countless glory are a little reluctant, because once the martial arts are abolished, all the efforts they have made in the past will be in vain, and it is still unknown whether they can cultivate to this point in the future.

They were miserable and dazed, and no one was willing to do anything about abolishing the cultivation they had worked so hard to cultivate.

Especially Jiang Liuer, Right Protector, Yao Yu...... These seniors of the older generation, they have always enjoyed this superior status, and if they abolish the military, they will be on an equal footing with those who respect them, even if they have climbed up from the bottom and enjoyed the dignity for too long, and they are not willing to return to the way they used to be.

Everyone was silent, the scene was embarrassed, and no one was willing to take this step. Most of them have already admitted what Qingluan said, but who can know if Qingluan has ulterior motives, between belief and doubt, all the warriors are struggling.

"I'd like to rebuild it!"

The first person to come out was Lin Yifan, although he was not smiling, but he knew that at this time, he needed to come out of someone to support Qingluan, so he would be the first person to eat this crab.

He walked out, his face was calm and resolute, without saying a word, he slapped a palm on his chest, and the true power condensed in the martial bones in his chest exploded violently, and he lost frantically, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, his face was painful, and his teeth were clucking, but he didn't shout a word.

After the crazy pour, Lin Yifan's cultivation was in vain, he was holding the ancient sword in his arms, but his eyes became sharper and sharper.

"It's so reckless!" The right protector said these four words, his brows furrowed, Lin Yifan was his proud disciple, he thought that Lin Yifan's personality would be a little calmer, but he was so impulsive.

Lin Yifan was a waste, Jian Jiu, who regarded him as an old opponent, did not have any extra words, and had no intention of staying, walked past Lin Yifan, and said, "I will wait for you for ten years!" After saying that, he drifted away.

"No, two years is enough!" Lin Yifan also admires Jian Jiu's opponent, except for Qingluan, Jian Jiu is the person he values the most.

Jian Jiu's back left, laughing heartily, and the laughter spread throughout the Xuanwu Star, but he never spoke again.

Qingluan was very grateful to Lin Yifan, nodded to him, and said to him in his ear: "Grass Sword Record, I'll give it to you!" "The unique way of transmitting exercises between martial artists, obtained in the ancient ruins, Lin Yifan abolished the martial arts, and gave Qingluan the conditions for passing the grass sword record, and the grass sword record was passed on to Lin Yifan without reservation.

Accepting the Grass Sword Record, Lin Yifan's eyes flickered, he had never been exposed to such a profound martial art, nor had he accepted this method of transmitting martial arts, and the Grass Sword Record, which would have taken a long time to remember, was easily engraved in his mind at this moment.

He glanced at Qingluan, didn't thank him, said more slowly, and left with the ancient sword.

The warriors gathered around unconsciously made way for this young man who had no cultivation at all.

"Brother, I also support you!" Su'er walked to Qingluan's side, looked up at Qingluan, there was still a trace of fear in his eyes, Xiaodouzi stood beside Su'er, with a fearless look, as long as Su'er abolished his martial arts, he would not hesitate to abolish his cultivation and cultivate from scratch with Su'er.

Su'er raised her right hand and was about to pat it on her chest, but Yao Yu stopped her loudly: "Su'er can't!" But in the end, he was still a step slower, Su'er had already slapped a palm on his chest, the martial bones shattered directly with a click, Su'er sweated, and let out a moan~ groan that only Qingluan and Xiaodouzi could hear, and his body staggered.

Xiaodouzi held the pale face of Xu'er, smiled lightly at Xu'er, without any extra words, slapped his palm on his chest, his martial bones shattered, he only frowned, and when he looked at Xu'er again, his face was full of smiles.

Su'er reached out and touched the face she had never touched before, and said, "Why are you bothered? ā€

"That's enough!" Xiaodouzi touched the hand that was wiped on his face, and his smile became even brighter. At that moment, Su'er's Lian was a little hot, and her red face became more and more obvious on her white cheeks.

"Xu'er, Xiaodouzi, my brother's spear skills are not as good as Yao Yu's predecessors, but this type of gun intent will be used as a gift from my brother to you."

Qingluan did not shy away from it, and with two fingers, he directly drew a deep pit on the ground, and the guns were bursting.

Su'er and Xiaodouzi smiled: "Thank you, brother!" ā€

Like Lin Yifan, they didn't stay here, and limped out of the crowd.

"Xiaobai, go protect the two of them!"

Qingluan looked at the backs of Xu'er and Xiaodouzi, and said to Xiaobai beside him.

Xiao Bai let out a low whimper, hesitated for a moment, and then chased after Xu'er and Xiaodouzi, it knew that this time it was likely that Qingluan would not take him on an adventure.

"Break and stand, growth must be amazing!" Hui Lun, who had been silently reciting the scriptures in his mouth, raised his eyes to look at Su'er and Xiaodouzi, and said with an appreciative expression.

Qingluan chuckled and said, "Master Huilun, you are a Buddha when you have an epiphany!" ā€

"Even if it's a Buddha, isn't he my brother anymore?!" Liu Qingfeng smiled and touched Hui Lun's small bald head and said.

Hui Lun was not annoyed, but smiled and whispered the Buddha name, acquiescing to Liu Qingfeng's statement.

"Huilun, this is my brother, do you think he is your brother?!"

"Since the Qingluan donor is Qingfeng's brother, he is naturally the poor monk's best friend." Hui Lun always had a charitable smile on her face.

Qingluan nodded in acquiescence, not caring what the martial artists decided, but he didn't leave.

Slowly, all the martial artists were divided into two camps, one was to recultivate, and the other was to still stick to their own cultivation methods.

But judging from the two camps, there are obviously only a few people who have abolished the military force and rebuilt, but there are two old men in this group, a right protector and a Jiang Liuer.

The reason for the right protector is very simple, he said that he cannot be more timid than he is.

Jiang Liu'er also has a simple reason, he wants to watch Xiaodouzi and Xu'er grow up again.

"Young Master Qingluan, do you have any bow skills to teach me!" Standing in the crowd of people preparing for waste, Gongzi still smiled stupidly and scratched his messy hair, this time he didn't listen to Gongji's words, it was also the first time he disobeyed Gongji's words, seeing that Gongji ignored him over there, he was a little shaken, but in the end he was still firm, if what Qingluan said was true, he could only use this method to protect Gongji.

Qingluan shook his head and said, "I don't have a bow skill, but I have a bow intent, do you want it?" Qingluan looked at this stupid-looking but very smart man and said.

"Yes, yes, why not!" Gongzi smiled, and he couldn't see the slightest hesitation before the abolition of the force.

Qingluan smiled, but the bow slapped a palm on his chest, gritted his teeth and said, "Young Master Qingluan, what about the bow?" Qing Luan smiled, his finger on the bow's forehead, he was just joking with the bow, he got one or two bow skills in the ancient ruins, and now he has passed it on to the bow.

At the same time, with a flick of his fingers, he learned seven or eight points of bow intent and sent out, and how much the bow can understand depends on his understanding.

Gongzi stared at the distant bow intent, his eyes burned, and he clenched his fists and bowed to Qingluan and thanked: "Thank you Qingluan!" He did not leave, but returned to the Houyi tribe, and he was the only one in the entire Houyi tribe who chose to abolish the military force and rebuild.

The people who abolished the martial arts more or less accepted the teachings of Qingluan, and they either left the closed door to cultivate, or returned to the clan to find shelter and cultivate.

"Qingluan, I think it will take at least two or three years for what you are going to do to be slowly accepted." Liu Qingfeng looked at the crowd that was gradually dispersing and said softly.

"This matter can only be done slowly, not forced!" Hui Lun said on the side.

Qingluan nodded, but did not follow their words, but said to Liu Qingfeng and Huilun: "My sister is going to invite me to dinner tonight, I wonder if the two of you are willing to go with me?" ā€

"How can I not go if there's something delicious?" Liu Qingfeng smiled, looked greedy, and joked Huilun: "We don't have food to eat when we eat, monk, are you going?" ā€

Hui Lun said with a smile: "Master once said to me that wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha remains in my heart!" I, a monk, don't quit anything except abstain from sex. ā€

The three of them laughed and went to Qingshuang's house.