The hooves of the war horses smashed on the flat ground, and the five knights surrounded the tall man in the center, swept through the avenue of the deer cutting city, those war horses were more than a head higher than ordinary horses, and the steps were high and large, and with a slight step, it was already a long distance.

When the mane rolls, it looks like a cloud gathering in the distance.

People lamented what kind of people should be able to control such a horse.

This line of knights has run into a clean road, the horseshoe wrapped in the horseshoe smashed on the bluestone floor, the sound is like a war drum on the battlefield, in the innermost position, there are already many people waiting respectfully, the man at the head of the horse reined in the warhorse, turned over, and handed the reins to the attendants behind him.

At the gate of the courtyard, Che Mingcheng, the steward in a dark blue shirt, led people to kneel down and salute, with a respectful face:

"I've seen Your Highness. ”

The man just hummed, walked past the kneeling crowd, and strode inside, Che Mingcheng hurriedly got up, bent down slightly, and followed closely, while the rest of the people closed the door, Ji Junhao walked inside, and asked casually:

"Little brother, how is he doing during this time?"

"His Royal Highness the Twelfth has read a lot of books during this time, and at this time, he should be in the martial arts arena, and his subordinates are ......."

"So-and-so knows the direction. ”

"Steward, let's go down for the time being. ”

Ji Junhao casually interrupted the words of the steward, Che Mingcheng didn't dare to be dissatisfied, after saluting respectfully, he stopped, Ji Junhao took another person and walked in the direction of the martial arts arena, and before he got close, he heard a sharp and heavy sound of breaking the air.

Ji Junhao stopped, listened quietly, and said:

"Little brother, what he practiced should be the knife technique. ”

"Knife, can you make such a sound?"

The man with a big shoulder and a round waist next to him said in a deep voice: "It's a long-handled heavy axe, Your Highness." ”

A look of contempt appeared in Ji Junhao's eyes:

"It's Sidi's weapon. ”

His voice paused, and there was some disappointment in his tone:

"The Ji clan is also a descendant of the Great Zhou royal family, how can you use such a blade?"

He reached out and pushed the door open.

On the ten-zhang square circle of martial arts stage, Ji Xin suddenly twisted his body.

The long-handled battle axe in his hand was suddenly raised, his feet were nailed to the ground, and the power rose from his legs and feet, passing through his waist, shoulders, and finally with his shoulders as elbows, he poured his strength into the river, he had never used such a weapon, but the pictures in his memory kept rolling.

On the jade plate on the waist, the jade beads shone slightly.

At this moment, under the subtle memory of the dream, his movements were almost synchronized with the incomparably tall ancient instructor.

The tomahawk paused at the highest point, and its momentum skyrocketed.

Then slash down.

The earth cracked.

Match-like coldness, with determination, domineering, with unparalleled murderous aura and hideous tyranny that can be called substance, in this world-

It was clearly reflected in Ji Junhao's suddenly contracted pupils.

The unhappiness and contempt at the corners of his mouth froze instantly.

........................

Pain and pain......

Zhao Li held his forehead and slowly got up from the stone, his brain seemed to have a whisk constantly stirring, his brain was almost a brain flower, a little movement, it hurt like a pinprick, he tried his best to let himself turn over, from lying on his stomach to lying on the stone.

He felt like salted fish turned over on a teppanyaki barbecue.

Zhao Xun laughed at himself inside, to distract from the sharp pain that drilled into his brain, pinched the corner of his forehead with one hand, and tried to concentrate his spirit slowly.

What's going on?

He recalls what happened.

In order to survive as much as possible, he tried to get the scroll of exercises that Ji Xin remembered, and with the help of the dream space to distract his fears, Ji Xin reached his current limit and left the dream world, and he succeeded in getting what he wanted.

Then he fainted.

In retrospect, the pain intensified again.

Zhao Li pressed his forehead stiffly, and only reluctantly regained his breath after a while, he already had a guess about his state, it seems that although the dream space is based on that painting, it still has to rely on itself to provide the 'energy' consumed.

Since it's a dream, it's probably a spiritual thing.

He suddenly thought of one thing, if he could provide more 'energy', would there be any changes in that picture?

It is quite possible, but there is no way to confirm it now.

Zhao Li recorded this incident in the small notebook in his heart, lay on the stone for about half an hour, waited until the stinging pain in the depths of his brain gradually disappeared, found a comfortable position, and re-entered the dream space.

That pure white is a little dull.

Zhao Li grasped the scroll and slowly clicked on the third line of words, which was different from before, and the ink marks spread out and condensed into a book, on which the four jade-colored characters floated slightly like water waves.

"Heavenly Power Nourishing Qi"

Zhao Li didn't know how long he could support the dream space this time, so he simply opened this book neatly, and the words in it appeared one by one, Zhao Li looked at it intently, and there were annotations from the senior cultivators next to these words, which was convenient for the younger generations to understand.

At the same time, in Ji Xin's memory, there is also the old man's voice constantly explaining the content of the cheats, even Zhao Li's situation can be understood, and after explaining all the content in the end, the old man's tone is smooth and said:

"Your Highness Twelve, please go in the direction of the old slave. ”

The vision of the memory changed for a moment, and a black piece of clothing appeared as it rose from the scroll.

The old man's voice was slightly kind, and he said: "This volume of "Heavenly Power to Nourish Qi" is the secret book of the royal family of the Zhou Dynasty of the Shang Kingdom, among all countries, only the descendants of the Ji family can practice, and it is a first-class method of cultivating qi. ”

Zhao Li's heart was almost half cold in an instant, and doubts immediately rose again.

The immature voice in memory said:

"Why do you say that?"

"What if someone else steals the cheats?"

Zhao Xianzhong silently praised Ji Xin in his childhood.

That's a good question, I want to know too.

The old voice in Ji Xin's memory laughed, and he said: "There are many people in the world who have the ability, and in the past few years, a lot of things have happened, and the secret book of "Tianquan Qi Nourishing" has also been copied by others, but none of them can learn it. ”

"Because of this secret book, it is necessary to use the jade chime to mention the method of 'Heavenly Power Aftersound', so that you can step into the cultivation in one step, not to mention that the jade chime is rare, but there are not many people in the Ji clan who can practice to this realm, which is quite rare. ”

Another deep voice appeared in the memory.

"Is that the kid?"

The old man's voice said respectfully: "Bother the prince." ”

"It's okay, it's a good thing that my Ji family has added another direct heir. ”

"Come, son, and listen. ”

"It's up to you how far you can go this time. ”

Ji Xin's vision took a few steps forward, and he sat down cross-legged as instructed, and after a while, a simple and vast tone came out of the man's mouth and entered Ji Xin's ears.

Similarly, it entered Zhao Li's heart.