At dusk that day, far away in the sea of stars in the Western Regions.

The dark-skinned Nanxing sat cross-legged in an empty, dimly lit hall with his eyes closed.

The hall is seven or eight meters high, twenty or thirty meters long and wide, the door is closed, the windows are drawn with thick curtains on all sides, and in the dark hall, there is only a flaming oil pot in the center of the hall.

Around the oil pot, there are seven or eight humanoid stone sculptures with different postures.

The hall was silent, and a needle drop could be heard, but suddenly, the door in front of the hall was pushed open from the outside, and two young men in strange clothes escorted an old man in iron shackles in.

The old man's beard was white, not only was his neck and hands fixed by iron shackles, but there was also a pair of thick shackles on his feet, and between the two shackles was a thick iron chain of a foot long, so that he could only walk in small steps.

As soon as the two escorted the old man into the hall, the door of the hall was tightly closed by the guards outside.

The two escorted the old man to a stop seven or eight meters in front of Nanxing, and reported to Nanxing respectfully: "Head of Qiqi, Old Man Duan has brought it." ”

Hearing this, Nanxing's eyes slowly opened, and his terrifyingly bright eyes fell on the old man's face, and a voice without the slightest emotion sounded: "Duan Xilou, I, Nanxing, will ask you one last time, where is the sword spectrum of the six-vein divine sword, do you want to say it?" ”

After entering the hall, the old man who had been looking at Nanxing with a cold face and cold eyes spoke, and his voice was deep: "Phew! Your master and apprentice have destroyed my Duan Clan's Manmen, and have already taken away my Duan Family's Northern Spiritual Skill, Ling Bo Weibu and Yiyang Finger Secret Tips, and now you are still delusional that I will tell the whereabouts of the Six Veins Divine Sword Sword Spectrum? Hehe, without the Six Veins Divine Sword Sword Spectrum, you don't dare to cultivate the remnants of my Duan family's "Northern Spiritual Skill", right? Hahaha......"

From the old man's voice, he could clearly feel his hatred for Nanxing, and the last laugh was almost crazy.

In the face of his laughter, Nanxing's face was cold, and he stood up from the spot silently, his hands did not support the ground at all, and he stood up from sitting cross-legged with the strength of his feet.

He walked up to the old man with a cold face, his eyes looked directly into the old man's hateful eyes, the corners of his mouth suddenly turned up, and his hands suddenly stretched out and grabbed the wrists of his hands on the old man's iron shackles.

Press both thumbs on the old man's wrist at the same time.

Suddenly, the old man's face changed greatly, his laughter suddenly stopped, and he looked at Nanxing with a surprised face.

As soon as his look of surprise appeared, his whole body shook violently as if he had been touched, and two thick white internal forces rushed from his wrist into Nanxing's body.

Or rather, it was sucked into Nanxing's body.

It turned out that the two young men who were holding the old man subconsciously took two steps back when Nanxing walked over step by step with a cold face, and when they saw this scene at this time, they were even more shocked, and their steps took a big step back uncontrollably.

…… About five minutes later, the last two traces of thick white internal force in the old man's body were also sucked into Nanxing's body, and it was only at this time that Nanxing let go of his hands and wrists with a cold face.

As soon as Nanxing let go of his hands, the old man collapsed to the ground, and when he collapsed on the ground, his white hair was disheveled, his face was pale, his eyes were blank, the corners of his mouth were drooling, and his hands and feet were still twitching.

"Take him out and refine the rotting corpse poison."

Nanxing didn't look at the old man with a cold face, put his hands behind his back again, turned around, and turned his back to the old man and the two young men in strange clothes.

"Yes! Master. ”

The two young men didn't dare to say a word of nonsense, and secretly glanced at Nanxing's back with awe, and the two hurriedly stepped forward and dragged the old man who had collapsed to the ground to the gate.

Soon, the door was opened again, and some outside light came in through the crack, but soon, as the two young men dragged the old man out of the hall, the door was closed by the guards outside, and the light that had just shone into the hall was cut off from the door again.

But when the darkness and silence of the hall returned to the previous one, Nanxing sat cross-legged on the ground again, and silently took out a thin thread-bound ancient book from his bosom.

"A Yang Finger"

These three words are written on the cover.

Dali Duan's Yang Finger.

Historically, Duan Zhixing, the master of one lamp, relied on this one-yang finger to be as famous as Huang Yaoshi, Ouyang Feng, Hong Qigong, and Wang Chongyang, and was nicknamed "Southern Emperor".

You can see how powerful this set of fingering is.

Just like Duan Xilou said just now, Nan Xing and his master had already snatched the Duan family's Northern Shen Divine Skill, Ling Bo Weibu and Yiyang Finger Secret Tips.

Ling Bo Weibu had already practiced him, but the Northern Spiritual Skill and the One Yang Finger had not been cultivated.

It's not that he's stupid and has top-grade magic skills and shelved it, but ...... The Duan family's Northern Spiritual Skills have always been fragments.

The Duan family's Northern Spiritual Skills were learned by Duan Yu in the Langhuan Fu Cave of the Xiaoyao School, but when he had not yet learned the entire Northern Spiritual Skills, the silk silk that recorded the Northern Spiritual Skills was burned.

Later, under his mistakes, he absorbed the internal force of many people, and because he didn't know how to channel qi to return to the void, he almost exploded and died. In the end, because of a coincidence, he learned the Six-Vein Divine Sword, and only then did he shoot out the chaotic true qi in his body, avoiding the doom of exploding and dying.

Because he knew this story, neither Nanxing nor Nanxing's previous master dared to cultivate after getting this crippled Northern Spiritual Skill.

They had always wanted to find the six-vein divine sword sword spectrum before cultivating this incomplete Northern Spiritual Skill.

It's a pity that they haven't found it, and the Duan family Duan Xilou that they caught has never forced them to ask about the whereabouts of the Six Veins Divine Sword.

But Nanxing really didn't want to wait any longer.

Today, I finally dissipated my whole body strength, and made up my mind to cultivate this incomplete Northern Spiritual Skill.

If you want to practice this martial art, you must forget all the internal skills you have practiced before, otherwise the two martial arts will collide with each other, vomiting blood madly, and the meridians of the whole body will be exhausted, which is extremely dangerous.

This kung fu was already so dangerous, what Nanxing master and apprentice snatched from the Duan family was only a fragment, how could they dare to cultivate before they got the six-vein divine sword?

But the last time Nanxing teamed up with the Demon Pupil to deal with the Aotian Demon God, he was easily defeated and killed, which greatly stimulated him.

After returning to the Sea of Stars, he thought about it for a few months, and increased the strength of [***] to ask Duan Xilou again and again, but he didn't expect that in the end, it still didn't succeed.

To this day, he finally decided to try to cultivate this incomplete Northern Spiritual Skill.

He thought about it, without the six-vein divine sword, he used a yang finger to guide qi to return to the void and dissolve the internal force riot that was absorbed into his body.

He remembered that the One Yang Finger was the predecessor of the Six-Vein Divine Sword, and it should also be able to refine the true qi that was absorbed into his body like the Six-Vein Divine Sword.

As long as you breathe in a little less of the true qi each time.

He thought so to himself.

…… When Nanxing was practicing the Yiyang Finger Secret Technique alone in the dimly lit hall, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a wicked smile, and he pressed the end call button on the communicator.

…… Soon, a slender woman with a long sword hanging from her waist came to a small river in the east of Yangzhou City.

There is only one large mansion near the river.

In front of the house and behind the house are thousands of willow hanging to the ground and hanging down to the river.

Xiao Xiaoyu, who was dressed in white, was sitting in the stone pavilion by the river at this time, and on the stone table in front of her was not only her sword, but also three dishes of side dishes and a pot of spirits.

The flask is a white porcelain bottle with a round belly and a long neck.

Her gaze had been indifferent to the wicker that hung down to the surface of the river.

Each of those wicker branches was five or six meters long, hanging down to the surface of the river, blowing in the wind.

She still wore her long hair at the back of her head, and two strands of hair still hung down her forehead.

The slender woman with the long sword hanging from her waist walked lightly and walked four or five meters behind Xiaoxiaoyu and stopped.

"Venerable, there is news of the Proud Heavenly Demon God."

The slender woman whispered to Xiao Xiaoyu, who was facing away from her.

Hearing this, Xiaoxiaoyu turned her head.

"Where?"

His expression was still indifferent, and his tone was indifferent.

"Someone just called to tell me that the Aotian Demon God fought against Yang Ziyu, who ranked sixth on the killer list, not far from Chongyi City in Qingzhou this morning, and as a result, Yang Ziyu left a knife wound on his left shoulder, and he finally killed Yang Ziyu."

The slender woman replied softly behind Xiaoxiaoyu.

"Qingzhou...... Chongyi City ......"

After repeating these words softly, Xiao Xiaoyu asked indifferently: "Who gave you this news?" ”

"This ...... Be...... It's ......"

The slender woman stammered for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

"Who the hell is it?" Xiaoxiaoyu had already turned her head, and her faint gaze fell back on the wicker that hung down on the river.

But although she didn't look back at the slender woman again, the strong aura exuded from her body still pressed the slender woman almost out of breath.

Hurriedly and cautiously replied: "It was the wind and fire that sent me a message." However, Your Holiness, rest assured that your subordinates will be loyal to you and will never betray you. ”

Xiao Xiaoyu, who was facing away from her, did not answer.

He just waved his hand behind him casually and sent the slender woman away.

The slender woman bowed slightly and quietly retreated.

After a long time, Xiao Xiaoyu, who was sitting in the stone pavilion, finally picked up the sword on the stone table and turned around and left the stone pavilion.

Not long after, he rode a jujube red horse to the center of Yangzhou City.

There, there is the only teleportation hall in Yangzhou.

…… That night, Yang Zhen lit a bonfire in the field, and the avenue was behind the hill behind him, and the big yellow horse was tied to a large tree nearby, with grass on the ground and leaves on the tree.

The big yellow horse can eat the grass on the ground when he looks down, and he can eat the leaves on the top of his head when he looks up.

It was silent, except for the faint chirping of insects in the grass.

It was in such an environment that Yang Zhen sat cross-legged by the bonfire, and with the help of the fire and the moonlight in the sky, he carefully studied the book "The Great Soul Searcher" in his hand.

His face sank like water, his brows were slightly furrowed, and it took him a long time to turn to the next page.

……

(To be continued)