Ning Buregret is a dignified Martial Emperor, and the things that can make Ning Buregret feel unbelievable can be seen how extraordinary it is.

And what made Ning Buregret feel unbelievable was the green lotus that slowly bloomed behind Ning Gucheng.

This Qinglian is clearly the sword intent transformation of the Qinglian Sword Song.

This means that Ning Gucheng's state of mind at this moment has been sublimated, and his thoughts are clear, which can make his sword intent transform to the point where his sword intent has transformed into a shape.

It can be seen that Ning Gucheng has completely let go of his pedantic family concept.

But at this moment, Ning Gucheng, the time to truly cultivate the Qinglian Sword Song is only two or three days.

In two or three days, not only did he comprehend the sword intent, but he also reached the point where the sword intent was transformed, even with the eyes of Ning Buregret, he had to admit that his father was a sword demon.

If it weren't for the demonic kendo genius, how could it be that when there was no vitality in the body, the comprehension of kendo would reach the point of transforming the sword intent.

Moreover, this kind of sword intent was still the sword intent formed by the sword technique that he had just come into contact with.

It must be known that the sword path of the Qingxiao Continent is divided into nine levels: swordsmanship, sword qi, sword mang, sword heart, sword intent, sword intent transformation, sword spirit, sword soul, and sword spirit.

At this moment, Ning Gucheng, who had not yet re-cultivated martial arts, had already reached the sixth level of his comprehension of the way of swordsmanship, how could this not make Ning unrepentant.

Ning Buregret can imagine that his father completely created a sword myth in the Qingxiao Continent.

Although his own comprehension of the way of the sword was more exaggerated than that of Ning Gucheng, he had already surpassed the realm of the sword path of the Qingxiao Continent and reached another level, but it was not revealed on weekdays.

But he was reborn as Emperor Wu and had the accumulation of his previous life, but Ning Gucheng was not.

Thinking of this, Ning Buregret felt a little proud in his heart, after all, this was his father in this life, how could his father be a mortal.

"Lao Xiang, you know what to do, don't tell this to a third person other than you and me. ”

Out of protection for Ning Gucheng, Ning Buregret immediately turned his head and looked at Lao Xiang.

Lao Xiang's real name is Xiang Xiu, but he has been following Lin Shou, and Lin Shou, the old man, called him Lao Xiang.

Xiang Xiu was shocked when he saw Ning Buregret's eyes, because he saw Ning Buregret's eyes like an emperor looking down on ants.

With such a look, even King Lanling didn't have it.

He suddenly remembered that Lin Shou and Tie Muyuan had been asking Ning Buregret for advice on refining tools and alchemy, and that Ning Buregret had solved the Gu poison that only a silver-rank alchemist could solve as soon as he made a move.

At that moment, a cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he hurriedly said respectfully: "Xiang Xiu understands, you know this matter, I know it, and no one else knows." ”

He firmly believes that the young man in front of him is by no means as simple as it seems, just like his demonic father, and he is definitely not something he can provoke.

Ning Buregret could see that his words were from the bottom of his heart, and he was not a lie, so he nodded, and his tone was kind: "Old Xiang, the corpses of these two people will be troubled by you." ”

Xiang Xiu breathed a sigh of relief: "What do you say, Xiaoyou, these two people actually trespassed into the mansion of the lord of the Iron Wooden Tower, and they died innocently. ”

At that moment, he picked up a corpse in one hand, jumped over, and left.

Ning Buregret watched Xiang Xiu leave, and said faintly: "Count you smart." ”

If Xiang Xiu was perfunctory to him just now, he wouldn't mind letting this Wangyan City pass for a few more days and have another nameless corpse.

In order to prevent his father from understanding the sixth layer of the kendo realm too early, he didn't mind killing Xiang Xiu.

As for this matter, after making enemies with King Lanling, Lin Shou and others, Ning Buregret didn't care at all.

He was able to establish contact with them in the first place, and became close to them, so he could naturally destroy them with his own hands.

Back in the room, Ning Buregret continued to meditate and cultivate, cultivating the Ancient Sword Technique.

No, he was just about to cultivate, and three congratulations in a row came into his ears.

"Congratulations brother, congratulations brother, congratulations brother, among those golden vitality elixirs you want me to find, there is a five-hundred-year-old Xuanjin ginseng, which will be auctioned in Wangyan City in a month!"

Tie Muyuan, who was covered with messy hair, walked into Ning Buregret's room with a face of black ash after the failure of refining medicine.

Ning Buregret couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw him like this.

How obsessed is this old man with alchemy?

"Brother Ning, what kind of mystery is this Xuanjin ginseng that makes you so interested?"

However, Temuhara didn't care about his image at all, but cared about that golden ginseng.

Ning Buregret smiled lightly, and did not hide it from him: "My exercises are special, and I need a strong Jin Yuan Qi to do it." ”

Temuhara nodded as if he didn't understand, and then said, "By the way, brother, I've been preparing to break through the silver rank recently, but I've always failed to refine medicine, I don't know why?"

Ning Buregret shook his head and said with a smile: "Refining medicine is a matter of course, there are too many pills refined, and after a long time, it will naturally break through, and if you fail to refine medicine, it is because your heart is not calm,"

After a pause, Ning Buregret continued, "There have been a lot of things recently, and you are busy with the affairs of Haixin Dan, so your heart is not calm, which is not a good thing for you to refine medicine." ”

"Then I wish my brother a smooth get-out of Xuanjin Ginseng, and break through the realm as soon as possible, I'll leave, and I have to hurry up to refine the medicine." ”

Temuyuan, who suddenly came to his senses, was shocked and couldn't wait to refine the medicine, so he casually said to Ning Buregret and left.

For Tiemuyuan's fiery temperament, Ning Buregret has long been surprised and too lazy to care.

"Five hundred years of Xuanjin ginseng, it should be comparable to the treasure soldiers I bought during this time, after all, it is an elixir conceived by heaven and earth, and the gold content is definitely far more than that of treasure soldiers. ”

The corners of Ning Buregret's mouth curled, and he stood up, he had no intention of continuing to cultivate, he wanted to prepare for the auction of Xuanjin ginseng this time.

He decided to sell all the treasures he had bought before, leaving only ten swords, half of which were given to Ning Gucheng and half were placed in the space ring in case of emergency.

To cultivate the Ancient Sword Technique, the golden vitality that devours metal objects is naturally the first choice, followed by serious cultivation.

But Ning Bu regretted knowing that directly swallowing the Heaven and Earth Elixir with strong Jin Yuan Qi was the fastest way to cultivate the Ancient Sword Technique.

"Now, it's also time to go to the Douwu Tournament in Yancheng to prepare for the auction in a month. ”

Ning muttered to himself without regret, got up, and left the house.

The night gradually rose, and Ning Buregret put on a mask and came to a dead end at the west gate of Wangyan City.

Staying still for a moment, there was a turning sound in the corner of the cul-de-sac.

A figure dressed in a black robe and shrouded in a black hat walked out of the corner of a cul-de-sac, through a deep tunnel under the floor tiles that had suddenly opened.

"Come with me. ”

As soon as this person came out, he spoke directly and secludedly, as if he was a ghost.