On the boat from Jinan to Luoyang, Xiao Tie, wearing the spotless black robe, was trying to fly his "breaking waves" eagle.

It didn't go well.

Shen Qiu's terrifying beast, as early as dozens of days ago, had become accustomed to soaring in the sky, and liked that feeling.

But Xiao Tie's breaking waves seem to have no interest in the sky.

This young eagle, which was slightly smaller than the Shocking Beast, was lazy, clasping the hand of the little iron with its claws, and it was unwilling to fly away from its master no matter how it shook it.

When Xiao Tie shook hard, this guy even learned to pretend to be pitiful without a teacher.

Two eyes stared at Xiao Tie, his eyes were full of pleading, and his mouth was full of sorrow.

It made Xiao Tie a little ruthless.

This scene fell in Shen Qiu's eyes, which made him laugh.

He leaned against the door of the cabin and watched Xiao Tie battle wits with his tired brute, with a look of amusement.

"Qingqing should already be waiting for us in Luoyang at this time."

Shen Qiu flicked his fingers and said:

"It's been a long time since I saw that girl, and I miss her very much."

"Hehe, so am I."

Xiao Tie smiled innocently, he shook his hand, wanting to throw the lazy eagle out in his hand, but the wave beast just waved its wings, still unwilling to let go of Xiao Tie's hand.

Shen Qiu really couldn't stand it anymore.

He stepped forward and grabbed the Wave Breaker by the neck, throwing it flying.

As a result, the stupid bird helplessly spread its wings, but it did not grasp the method well on the first flight, and fell clumsily on the deck, like a chicken, screaming and fluttering.

As a result, it was ridiculed by the Monster Quack.

The brave bird that had conquered the sky was squatting proudly on Shen Qiu's shoulder at this time, and together with his master, he was watching the joke of breaking the waves.

The flapping wings and rattling and sarcastic look are very similar to Shen Qiu when he says strange things.

What kind of people raise what birds.

It's absolutely stunning.

"Go help your brother, don't let it be a shame."

Shen Qiu really couldn't stand the clumsy performance of Breaking Waves, so he turned his head and said something to the shock on his shoulder.

The latter screamed, flapped its wings, and with the sound of the wind, swept toward the deck like lightning, its claws clasped between the feathers of the breaking waves.

With a flap of powerful wings, it grabbed the waves and flew high into the sky.

Under Xiao Tie's worried gaze, the Thrilling Beast flew to a height of 100 zhang, and its claws were decisively released.

The Wavebreaker Eagle tumbled and fell in the air, screaming in terror and tumbling in the air like a stone.

At such a height, if it can't learn to use its own wings, it will definitely fall into the surrounding Yellow River.

At this time, it is the wax moon in the depths of winter, and it is very cold in the water, if it falls, it cannot be rescued, even if it is a crested eagle with strange blood, it will be frozen to death.

Under the threat of death, the Wavebreaker could only spread its wings and learn how to glide with the currents from the Thriller flying around it.

Xiao Tie raised it too well, but a crested eagle is a crested eagle after all.

Even if it is pampered, after really entering the sky, the bloodline that belongs to the sky in the body is still quickly activated.

The Wave Breaker fell down dozens of feet, and finally hovered in the air.

The feeling of the first flight seems to be good, and the young eagle, which has always been lazy, seems to have a light shining in its lazy eyes.

The Wave Breaker skillfully flew past the eyes of the Breaking Waves, flicked its tail feathers at it, and the provocation was not disguised, and the Wave Breaker still remembered that the Breaking Waves had just thrown it down, so it also flapped its wings and flew out after the Breaking Waves.

The two crested eagles were so fast that in the blink of an eye, they turned into black dots and swept high into the air, and their neighing could no longer be heard on the board below.

"That's right."

Shen Qiu nodded with satisfaction.

He looked back at Xiao Tie, who also had an expression of relief on the old father's face when he saw that the child had finally become a talent.

"You have to tame it well."

Shen Qiu moved his arm and said to Xiao Tie:

"This crested eagle is a spirit beast after the degradation of the ancient xenomorphs, but no matter how strange the bloodline is, if it can't experience the wind and rain, it is just a greenhouse flower.

If you want it to be a true sky overlord, you have to be ruthless.

Animals, nature has the way of living animals, you can only help it, but you can't interfere with it, understand? ”

"Hmm."

Xiao Tie nodded vigorously.

Boys, they all have a pet dream.

And pets like crested eagles are much more powerful than cats and dogs.

Xiao Tie has lived in the land of Liaodong since he was a child, and every good hunter there who shuttles between the white mountains and black waters has a Haidongqing of his own.

That raptor is not only the hunter's best companion, but also the hunter's comrade-in-arms.

But even the best Haidongqing is not as powerful as the crested eagle.

"Okay, now that we're done breaking the waves, it's time to talk about you."

On the deck, Shen Qiu raised his hands and posed in a starting gesture of destroying the soul and destroying the ghost claws, and between the cold air, there were uneven ice edges, condensing on Shen Qiu's palms.

He said to Xiao Tie:

"My brother, if you don't touch a good knife every day, it will rust. Come ahead and start your polishing for the day. ”

"This time, big brother."

Xiao Tie twitched his mouth, helplessly grabbed the giant que in his hand, and on the rocking plank, he said to Shen Qiu:

"Yesterday I was beaten so hard, I dreamed all night that I fell into a snow pit, I couldn't climb out, I don't remember the second half of the dream, but it was like being beaten by someone, and my whole body ached."

"Hahaha, even dreaming is fighting and practicing martial arts, this attitude is right."

Shen Qiu didn't care, and the bell hanging from the red rope hung under Shen Qiu's wrist.

Between the howling of the ghost and the wolf, the gust of cold wind, and the ringing of bells, he attacked Xiao Tie, and he did it mercilessly, and when he staggered by, he said:

"Even when you dream, you have to keep getting stronger!

Xiao Tie, only in this way can you become a strong man like your father..."

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At the same time that Xiao Tie was being tortured by Shen Qiu, nearly two thousand miles away from Qilu, in the land of Xiaoxiang and the two lakes, outside Changsha City, in a village, a chase battle had just ended.

The villagers were terrified, and the village chief was shouting for the young men to hurry up and carry the injured people out of the collapsed houses.

Just now, a sword light broke through the sky and fell, splitting the two houses apart.

Fortunately, it would be daylight, and someone in the village would notice it for the first time, and if it was in the dark, those buried in the ruins would not survive.

Outside the busy screaming crowd, Dorjee, an elder of the Ten Thousand Poisons Gate, dressed in alien costumes, wearing a felt hat, and wearing red and green, was lying on the ground.

Lying in a pool of blood, he looked like he was in his fifties, he had practiced poison for many years, and his rough red skin characteristic of Tibetans made his cheeks look eerie like a ghost.

He braced his body with his left hand, roaring like a beast in a desperate situation.

His right arm landed three feet away from him.

It was probably because the sword was slashed too fast and too quickly, and the sword was too sharp, causing the severed arm to smash to the ground, and the five blood-stained fingers were still twitching nervously.

And on that finger, there is still black smoke that has not yet dissipated.

It is the unique Ten Thousand Poison Demon Skill of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, which can transform the true qi into ubiquitous poisonous smoke with different effects, and it is a first-class left path technique in the rivers and lakes.

This elder is a well-known senior in the Demon Sect.

He and Tashi Tsering, the master of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, are brothers, and their relationship is like a brother.

This time, he came to Xiaoxiang from the snowy plateau, and he was ordered by Tashi Tsering, an old man of ten thousand poisons, to come to the aid of the defeated demon sect members here.

In the land of Xiaoxiang, the frontal battle between good and evil has ended.

The confrontation between the two sides has gone underground, and in this situation where the enemy is strong and we are weak, the poison technique of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate can exert the greatest effect.

Unfortunately, this elder came unfortunately.

As soon as he arrived in Xiaoxiang, before he had time to perform a poisonous skill, he encountered a hit star.

"Dorjee, you killed 37 people in Loudi, and in Yiyang City, you threw poison into the well, so that the people of a city were in danger.

Heaven will not tolerate such acts. ”

A cold voice came from in front of Elder Dorjee.

He looked up in a pool of blood and saw a tall, thin figure in a gray robe with a sword box on his back, walking slowly towards him.

In the man's hand, he held a simple long sword that did not shine with cold light, and in the sunlight, a gentle halo was reflected on the blade.

It looks harmless to humans and animals, like a work of art.

But just now, it was this sword that threw out a deadly sword light, fifteen zhang away, breaking the poisonous miasma in front of Dorjee, and also cutting off Dorjee's arm by the way.

Duoji has lived on the snowy plateau for many years, and he doesn't know much about the Central Plains martial arts, and the young man in front of him is at most in his twenties.

When Dorjee followed his senior brother Tashi Tsering to run rampant in the world, this young man was not born yet!

"Who are you!"

In Central Plains Chinese with a strong accent, Dorjee asked aloud:

"Why do you want to sneak attack me, don't you Han people talk about martial arts and morality the most?"

"Morality is for people."

Liu Zhuoran felt the hum of the Ling Xuan Sword in his hand, there was no temperature in his eyes, and he said to the elder of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect in front of him:

"Naturally, there is no morality to the animals. As for who I am... I'm just a nobody chasing justice. ”

"Hypocrisy!"

Dorjee knew that he would die today.

This Tibetan man is not afraid, they believe in Buddhist teachings, although they are different from Central Plains Buddhism, but the principle of reincarnation is still the same.

Dorjee knew that he had killed a lot of people in this life, and he probably couldn't be a human anymore in the next life.

But in his life, he is a hundred times more majestic than an ordinary man on the snowy plateau!

He was content.

has been practicing poison all year round, and has seen a lot of strange ways to die, and Dorjee does not have too much fear of death.

However, before he died, this Ten Thousand Poison Sect elder still had a trace of hatred in his heart, and he spat out a mouthful of saliva at Liu Zhuoran, which fell to the ground and hissed.

He sat down in a pool of blood with difficulty, and with his remaining hand, he pointed to the house next to him that had been shattered by a sword.

He shouted:

"You Han people, hypocritical and snow fox! You said that you pursued justice, so you attacked and killed me, and I confessed. But what about those who have been killed or injured by you?

I didn't cut that sword, it was you!

You, a Han Chinese, could have fought me head-on, and no one would have died because of you, but you didn't hesitate to kill others in order to attack me...

What else is fair, phew!

If you want to kill, you will kill! ”

Dorjee endured the pain, put one hand on his chest, and made a Buddhist ritual, he said:

"It's just that you, as a person, are no different from me, I can't be reincarnated as a human after I die, I can only fall into the animal path, but you are the same, hypocritical Han Chinese!

You shout for justice, you can hide it from yourself, but you can't hide it from the Buddha. ”

"Why should I hide it?"

Liu Zhuoran took a step forward, raised the Ling Xuan Sword in his hand, and said to Dorjee in front of him:

"That sword, which could have slashed twenty-three zhang, was originally cut at your neck, and if that were the case, the people in the two houses would not have survived.

Now, they're only lightly injured.

As for you, don't you know why I have to talk so much to you? ”

Dorjee's complexion changed.

The previous calmness was transformed into a touch of resentment.

Within twenty feet of the two of them, all the villagers had withdrawn, making it impossible for him to hurt people anymore from the poisonous power that broke out after his death.

Dorjee grinned and straightened his legs as he swept towards the nearest villager.

Such wicked people, even before they die, have to put on some cushions.

It's a pity that when he first started, the Ling Xuan Sword flew out of Liu Zhuoran's hand, just like a real sword technique, flying three zhang away, spinning around Duoji, and a big head was gently cut off.

When the man's head hit the ground, a puff of purple smoke erupted from Dorjee's body.

The smoke was so violent that it was like a raging wind, and at the moment of the explosion, it swept everything within twenty feet of it.

Whether it's solid masonry or yellow clay walls.

Whether it is the black porcelain vat or the weeds on the ground, they are all like pouring sulfuric acid into the purple smoke, making a rattling sound, just like thousands of poisonous snakes gathering together to spit out letters.

The voice was chilling.

This is the Ten Thousand Poison Magic Book of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, the poison technique that turns people into monsters.

An elder like Dorjee is poisonous, even his blood and saliva are highly poisonous, and in the past two months, the decent knights in the land of Xiaoxiang have suffered a big loss because of this.

At least more than 50 people lost their lives or cut off their martial arts because of the self-explosion after the death of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect people.

This is a lesson in exchange for blood.

"Huh"

Liu Zhuoran's figure was fluttering, holding a child in his arms, and he landed lightly more than twenty zhang away, and under the adoring gaze of the child, the expressionless Sword Monarch raised the ancient sword in his hand and slashed forward diagonally.

The sharp sword qi swept like a violent wind, blowing those poisonous smoke into the higher sky, and then being scattered by the wind.

"Big brother, you're so amazing!"

The little boy was put on the ground by Liu Zhuoran, he opened his arms, and gestured to Liu Zhuoran:

"Are you a martial arts hero? I'm going to be a chivalrous man like you in the future! ”

"Don't go to the rivers and lakes."

Liu Zhuoran pinched the sword trick, Ling Xu's sword hummed, and it was put into the sword box behind his back, he squatted down, expressionless, and said to the little boy seriously:

"Go to school, or learn a craft, don't go to the rivers and lakes... That's not a good path. Take this! ”

The Sword Monarch put a few pieces of silver into the little boy's hand.

He glanced at the collapsed house and said to the little boy:

"Take them to the owner of the house, and then say sorry to them for me.

In addition, he told the village chief that the corpse had to be left in place for at least three days before it could be collected, and that the corpse could not be inhabited within 20 zhang of the body for three months, and it was best not to approach it. ”

After speaking, Liu Zhuoran stood up.

He glanced at the little boy who was staring at him wide-eyed, reached out and tapped it on the boy's forehead, then turned and took a step, like a void in the sky, fluttering up.

As soon as the big tree at the entrance of the village rose and fell, it disappeared into the village outside Changsha City.

"Immortals!"

An old man shouted, and fell to his knees with a thud.

Liu Zhuoran killed the sword just now, and many people saw it, and they all thought that this was the sword immortal and the like, but in fact it was not.

Although, what the Sword Monarch cultivates is indeed the art of the Immortal Dao.

But Liu Zhuoran is just a mortal martial artist, but he lives more purely than others, and can chase his inner morality more freely, and the rules of the rivers and lakes can't restrain him.

He never wanted to enter the rivers and lakes, but in fact, he had already stepped into the rivers and lakes, just like other charlatans.

He also has troubles that can't be solved with a sword.

"It's been too long since I've been away from home..."

The Sword Monarch flew through the forest outside Changsha City, as light as a bird, and he thought in his heart:

"It's time to go home and take a look, but I don't know, are my parents and Master okay?"