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82_82485When Li Xuanyuan woke up, he found that a piece of land near here had turned into an open space. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He barely supported himself with his hands, but after a while, he couldn't support it anymore and lay down on the ground again.

Lie on the ground with your eyes closed. The previous battle came back to mind. Thinking of the honest Gaul, remembering that he refused to return to Colosseum, remembering that he insisted on running back to fight with him after being knocked unconscious by himself, Li Xuanyuan's corner of his eye, a drop of crystal liquid slid down his face, dripping into the dirt, and wetting it.

Li Xuanyuan's heart is now full of remorse, hating himself for wanting to intercept and kill the people of the Holy See, hating himself for actually pulling Lao Gao into such a predicament, hating his own lack of strength, and hating the so-called cause and effect of the people who hate the Holy See all came to mind at this moment, occupying all of Li Xuanyuan's thinking.

"Ah" couldn't get up, Li Xuanyuan could only lie like this, looking up at the sky, and let out a roar.

I don't know how long it took for Li Xuanyuan to feel that he had regained a trace of energy. He quickly got up, sat cross-legged on the ground, and tried his best to absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth in the air.

A full four hours passed before Li Xuanyuan opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath of turbidity.

There was still a sulk in his heart, and the moment Li Xuanyuan got up, he stumbled and almost fell. With a sigh, Li Xuanyuan raised his head to look at the dazzling sun and looked around carefully.

It was as if some powerful force had bulldozed the entire area, and the ground was now as smooth as if it had been cut with a knife. If it weren't for this excessive leveling, no one would have thought that there had been a battle in this place.

However, Li Xuanyuan still saw that there was actually a stick on the ground, a pitch-black stick. This stick is not long, only about six inches long, as thick as an adult's arm, and a section of this stick actually has a section, Li Xuanyuan thought about it carefully, and knew that this was a piece of a stick after the weapon was broken.

After seeing the lines on the stick, Li Xuanyuan began to wonder what the other part of the weapon was. Because, it seems that I have seen this pattern before, but I can't remember it for a while.

Suddenly, Li Xuanyuan thought of a way, and immediately sat down, exhaled a trace of spiritual power, and entered his own sea of suffering. Looking at the tall bookshelf, Li Xuanyuan began to pick up a book and read it carefully.

"Is this the weapon on the "Hundred Soldiers"?" Li Xuanyuan opened the "Hundred Soldiers", hoping to find any clues from it. However, the result was that Li Xuanyuan was disappointed, because among the weapons on the "Hundred Soldiers", there were no patterns of weapons similar to this stick at all.

"Then where have I seen this pattern?" Li Xuanyuan's brows furrowed, and he kept thinking. But there was no clue at all, and in this case, Li Xuanyuan could only give up thinking and let this trace of spiritual power return to *.

Li Xuanyuan picked up all the things on the ground, such as some flesh-melting agents, tendon quenching liquid, and other things that were conducive to cultivation. Then, turning around, Li Xuanyuan began to leave the forest.

The stroll along the way made Li Xuanyuan's heart more and more uncomfortable. "No, if you go on like this, your mood will definitely be affected, and you have to vent this feeling. ”

So, whenever Li Xuanyuan saw those demonic beasts, he would draw his sword to meet each other and start a battle.

"Knock"

After the corpse of a huge tiger demonic beast fell to the ground, Li Xuanyuan slowly inserted his Lion King Sword back into the scabbard.

"Whew, I finally released this feeling of murder. If this feeling is allowed to remain in the heart, it will inevitably lead to a catastrophe with unimaginable consequences. Looking at the blood stains on his clothes, Li Xuanyuan recalled the battles he had fought these days. Every one of them is enough to be described as thrilling. Every battle has benefited Li Xuanyuan a lot, especially the battle with a roaring monkey in the flesh melting stage four days ago, Li Xuanyuan almost died three or four times, and his body was full of lacerations.

But fortunately, Li Xuanyuan later took out the Xuanyuan Sword and killed the Roaring Monkey when it was unexpected.

In these days of fighting, Li Xuanyuan is just to vent, and now that his mentality has calmed down, he should calm down and think. And Li Xuanyuan naturally knew this, so he found a quiet and secluded place, carefully summarized the experience of the past few days of fighting, and learned lessons and experiences from it.

One day later, when Li Xuanyuan opened his eyes, there seemed to be a dazzling light blooming from the depths of his eyes. And at this moment, Li Xuanyuan's aura seemed to be becoming more and more condensed, and it was incomparable to the feeling he had when he fought with the people of the Holy See before.

"Cultivation is refined again, and you will soon be able to enter the meat melting period. Li Xuanyuan clenched his fists tightly, "Old Gao, I will help you avenge this fool, don't worry." ”

After Li Xuanyuan stayed here for half an hour, he began to walk forward.

After walking for about an hour, Li Xuanyuan stopped, "It's a special feeling." Looking around, Li Xuanyuan didn't find anything, but that feeling still existed.

Closing his eyes, Li Xuanyuan began to explore the surroundings with his spiritual power, and finally, let him discover something. It turned out that it was a wisp of his own spiritual imprint, and he left it on a piece of land.

"This is" Li Xuanyuan's eyes showed a hint of sadness, squatted down, and began to dig up the dirt. After digging three zhang, Li Xuanyuan saw an axe. "Sure enough, here, I'm worried that my mental imprint will be invalid when I'm unconscious. ”

This giant axe is naturally Gaul's, Li Xuanyuan looked at him, and muttered silently, "If I don't stop you from holding this together, maybe we won't end up like that so easily." In the past few days, Li Xuanyuan can't remember how many times he sighed.

A flame suddenly erupted in the palm of his hand, which was the Dan Fire in Li Xuanyuan's body. Under the burning of the Danhuo, the giant axe began to slowly melt, turning into a puddle of molten iron in Li Xuanyuan's hands. The spiritual power probed outward, like an invisible hand, and began to fabricate the ball of molten iron.

When the fire in his hand disappeared, the iron axe had become a man, a miniature version of Gaul.

With a sad smile, Li Xuanyuan put the iron man into his ring. Then he continued to walk forward, and after two days, Li Xuanyuan had already arrived outside the Colosseum.

Back in Colosseum, back to the deserted, dusty hotel. Li Xuanyuan took out the iron man from the ring and put it on the table. "You should be home, sorry, I didn't get you back in its entirety. ”

After letting go of this iron man, Li Xuanyuan didn't even look back, left Colosseum, and went to the Aoki Kingdom.

Four days later, Li Xuanyuan heard such a conversation in a tavern in a small town on the edge of the Aoki Kingdom.

"Is what you're saying true? Don't wait for hearsay to come back again. ”

"Really, I swear it's true this time. It is said that the elite disciples of the six great families have all gathered, preparing to capture the Li family and swallow the Li family, the head of the seven great families. ”

"Then it's a big show. ”

"Isn't that right? Even the previous riots of the Holy See may not be as popular as this one. ”

"Then we have to wait for this big drama to happen. ”

"Just wait. ”

Hearing the chat between these two, Li Xuanyuan's face suddenly changed.

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