Yuan Wei returned to the county guard mansion sullenly, but found Nie Hua waiting there at the gate of the county guard's mansion.

"Why is the little cripple unhappy? I really don't know what kind of shit luck you have handed over, you can actually forge city bricks, so that Sister Youlan and Grandpa look down on you. Nie Hua hugged his arms to his chest and said disdainfully.

Yuan Wei squinted at him, didn't speak, just motioned for Nie Cai to open the door.

Nie Hua naturally couldn't bear to be ignored by Yuanwei, "I said that you are bold, little lame, don't think that being a bullshit county guard will be arrogant." Sister Youlan is not here, I will see who can protect you! Today I want to teach you a good lesson, so that you know how to talk to me!"

After Nie Hua finished speaking, he took out a long hammer, and with a swing of his long hammer, a huge golden hammer shadow appeared in the air, and smashed down with Nie Hua's long hammer.

The Nie family's "Wanjun Hammer" has been famous for a long time, and Yuan Wei has seen Nie Xiu Neng in Qingqiu Sect, and Nie Tianlei has seen Nie Tianlei in the martial arts arena of Yanjun City. Compared to them, Nie Hua's Wanjun Hammer was even more powerful, and the domineering spiritual power contained in the golden hammer shadow imprisoned everything around him, and Yuan Wei seemed to only stand there and be beaten.

Feng Rundong covered his eyes in despair, while Nie Cai clenched his teeth and trembled, they thought that the master of the second week of the spirit gathering would not be able to resist Nie Hua of the third week no matter what.

Nie Hua also thinks so.

However, the long hammer cloak descended, less than an inch above Motoo's head, but it came to an abrupt halt, as if it had struck a rock. When the golden hammer shadow dissipated into nothingness, a cyan dragon shadow appeared, the dragon shadow was extremely hideous, and its long body was entrenched layer by layer, protecting the Yuan Tail tightly, while Nie Hua's long hammer only hit the dragon's head.

With the improvement of the Yuanwei realm, the dragon transformation technique has already been used by him to thousands of changes: it can be attacked and defended, and he can transform multiple dragon shadows at the same time when his mind moves.

Nie Hua was stunned, but Yuan Wei waved the snake staff in his hand, and a dragon shadow roared and hit Nie Hua's body, Nie Hua's strong body was like a kite with a broken line, fluttering and flying more than ten zhang away, and the long hammer even took off his hand.

Nie Hua looked up at Yuanwei and then at himself, as if he couldn't believe what he saw, he snorted, "Why?!Why is this happening?!"

"I'm in a bad mood today!" Motoo sighed softly, turned around and pushed open the gate of the county guard mansion and walked straight away.

"What's wrong?What's wrong?Why is Master gone?Why is Uncle Nie Hua lying on the ground?" Feng Rundong opened her eyes and saw a scene that shocked and puzzled her.

Nie Cai pulled her, quickly followed Yuanwei into the county guard's mansion, and then slammed the door shut, and then excitedly described the scene that had just happened.

Not to mention the whispers of the two apprentices, Yuan Wei entered the secret room of the main hall alone, and he casually found a chair to sit down. Nie Youlan's departure and Mu Wei's lack of news made Yuanwei fall back into loneliness. As he gets older, he can no longer find a random mountain beast or even a stone like when he was a child, and he needs a close family, such as Mu Wei, Nie Rong'er, Nie Tianlei, and Nie Youlan.

No one can know the sensitivity that Motoo hides deep in his heart, all they see is Motoo's cheerful and casual temper.

After sitting for a while, Nie Cai came over with a cup of tea and knocked on the door lightly, followed by Feng Rundong, who was extremely excited.

"Master, this is the spiritual tea I stole from my father, seeing that you are in a bad mood, I will take it to honor you first. Nie Cai whispered.

"Put it there. "Motoo is a little absent-minded.

"Master, you are really majestic today, Uncle Nie Hua just collapsed on the ground for a long time and couldn't get up. Seeing his miserable appearance, the grievances that the two of us had suffered from him before seemed to be gone all at once!" Nie Cai wiped his palms and was still very excited.

"We are always a family, and we should tolerate each other, but today I was in a bad mood, so I hit him. Don't follow me, there must be no contradictions between brothers and sisters. ”

"Master, don't worry, Senior Brother takes good care of me. Master, Uncle Nie Hua is one week higher than you in the realm, why was he beaten so badly by you?" Feng Rundong asked suspiciously.

"There are many factors that determine an immortal cultivator's combat ability, and in the case of similar realms, the strength of the cultivator's spiritual power, the quality of the spiritual weapon, the difference in cultivation techniques, and the cultivator's own strategy may all determine the outcome of the battle. So, the real strong man is the strong man who combines all these aspects. If you want to become a strong person, it is far from enough to improve your cultivation, and when I forge the Colorful Spirit Pagoda for the Great Elder, I will take you out to practice, hone yourself in the continuous pursuit, and become a real immortal cultivation powerhouse. "Yuanwei explained the patience, since he accepted the apprentices, he naturally had to guide them to cultivate. Yuan Wei once gave the two of them a detailed introduction to the breaking and reversing of spiritual power, but unfortunately neither of them was able to cultivate.

"But on weekdays, Master, you have been urging us to improve our realm, so which one is the master?" Feng Rundong was even more puzzled.

"The absolute realm has an absolute advantage. No matter what spiritual weapon a Soul Condensing Realm cultivator uses or what exercises he has cultivated, there are only two words in front of a Soul Condensing Realm cultivator, because his existence or not depends entirely on the momentary mood of the Soul Condensing Realm cultivator, and a Soul Condensing Realm cultivator only needs one finger to crush it into powder..."

Sending off the two apprentices, Motoo fell into deep contemplation. After Nie Qiong came out, Yuanwei gradually fell into an extremely passive situation.

Nie Qiong first took away the city bricks he had worked so hard to forge, and then wanted to control the entire Yanjun City by himself, forcing Yuan Wei to make up a lie about the Colorful Spirit Tower. However, all this is because Nie Qiong has the strength that Yuanwei can't resist, and Yuanwei can't say a word!

"I'm also going to break through to the Soul Condensing Realm!" Yuan Wei let out a long sigh of relief, and the aura in the entire Yanjun City was like something in his bag waiting for him to pick. In a trance, Yuan Wei ignored the turbulent degree of this aura, and the aura of Yan Juncheng was like a surging frenzy, and was absorbed by Yuan Wei in his body.

When Yuanwei was still in the Qingqiu Sect, Mu Wei once stole two elixirs and gave them to Yuanwei to help him cultivate. That elixir was originally used by cultivators in the Gathering Spirit Realm, so it was very embarrassing to torture Yuanwei, who was still in the Forging Vein Realm.

And the aura of this Yanjun City was enough to satisfy the cultivation of the cultivators in the late stage of the Soul Condensation Realm, and the aura devoured by the Yuan Tail exceeded a hundred times what he could bear!

Feeling the rampage of the aura in the body, the loose soul of the Yuan Tail is like a flat boat in the sea, and it may capsize at any time! The Yuan Wei secretly complained, although he had two experiences of spiritual power flooding, the Yuan Wei still did not have the certainty of supporting it, he forcibly calmed down and guided the spiritual energy to run in the spiritual veins.

The spiritual veins of the Gathering Spirit Realm have not been tempered much, like a thin riverbed, and in the face of this turbulent wave-like aura, there are signs of shattering all the time.

There was a cold sweat on Yuanwei's forehead, and the situation was out of his control, and he seemed to have heard the subtle sound of the spiritual veins and his body shattering in his ears. At the moment before this aura wave was about to become a disaster, Motowei had a flash of inspiration, and he thought of a solution.

The method of the Yuan tail is simple to say, that is, to see yourself as a spiritual weapon, and use the paper pattern to reproduce and forge yourself again, so as to enhance the ability to withstand and contain the aura!

Yuan Wei clasped his hands on both sides of his head to protect the Divine Sea, and ran the Chaos Forging Technique at the fastest speed, imprinting the mysterious paper pattern on the spiritual veins.

The spiritual vein is a huge system that cannot be seen by the naked eye, and it takes great patience and enough care to imprint the paper pattern on each vein, and Yuan Wei does not dare to slack off and reforge his spiritual vein system one by one. This method of forging veins is unprecedented, and Yuan Wei only remembered and dared to try it at the moment of life and death. Fortunately, the imprinted spiritual veins not only repaired the broken lines on the surface, but also firmly locked the surging waves of aura, and even condensed into a flowing aura liquid!

Motoo's confidence increased greatly, and it took him several months to forge the entire spiritual vein.

After the completion of the work, Yuanwei looked inside himself and found that his spiritual vein system was several times thicker than before, even exceeding his own realm and approaching the Bone Refining Realm, and those spiritual energy absorbed by Yuanwei had already been transformed into docile spiritual power, like two dragon shadows with different directions entwined and galloping in the spiritual veins. And unconsciously, Yuan Wei had already broken through the realm of the three weeks of the Gathering Spirit Realm! At this time, the three weeks were far higher than the three weeks of ordinary immortal cultivators.

Motowei was very proud, he never thought that this shape pattern would have such a powerful effect, he looked down at the wounds on his body that had been swollen, and now they had formed black-brown blood scabs, along with the earthworm-like scars on his own, which were very ugly.

"Why don't I imprint this pattern on my skin as well?" Motoo muttered to himself.

But when he really branded, he immediately regretted it. The skin that had been tough enough to race the rock because of the cultivation of immortals felt tremendous pain under the double destruction of the Chaos Forging Technique and the Paperclip, perhaps it was an illusion, and there was even a stench of burnt skin and flesh coming from Yuanwei's nose!

However, this Chaos Forging Technique couldn't be stopped halfway at all, and Motowei could only grit his teeth and endure it. Who knew that another few months had passed for this insistence.

When Yuan Wei sketched the last stroke, his body suddenly flashed with golden light, dense paper lines like bright gold threads attached to his skin, and then the golden light flashed again, and the gold threads suddenly contracted, through the skin into the flesh. A huge pain struck, and Motoo screamed and finally fainted.

Unbeknownst to Motoo, his method of forging himself not only eliminated the scars all over his body, but also made his skin young and smooth, locking in his youthful appearance forever!