"The leaves are pale, the white dew is frost, the so-called Yi people, on the water side ....."

This is a Chinese class, and the content of the class is a poem in the Book of Songs.

Reading and reciting poems is an indispensable part of Chinese teaching, as a Chinese teacher, Zhou Jian is a people's old teacher with a teaching age of more than 20 years, so many years of teaching, he has seen all kinds of students, but when he took the textbook and wandered around the classroom, when he heard the sound of reading aloud mixed with some strange sounds, after the baptism of various life storms, he still couldn't contain the anger in his heart, especially when he saw clearly who the initiator was, even if he was immersed in culture and education for many years, he had a good culture, and he finally couldn't help but burst out the loudest foul language in his life。

"Xie Jun, it's you little bastard again! Get out of here! You stand outside the classroom for me to !! this class."

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Touching the small lump on his head that was thrown out by Zhou Jian's textbook, Xie Jun was still yawning with sleepy eyes, standing listlessly outside the classroom, and muttering: "This old man is a lot older, why is his temper still so short-tempered, isn't menopause coming, hmm..... I haven't slept enough yet. ”

After all, it's an afternoon class, and most of the physical education classes are at this point in time, so even if it's class time, there are still a lot of students walking back and forth in the corridor, obviously 185 cm tall, standing outside the classroom is still quite conspicuous, many past girls saw Xie Yajun, and after being slightly stunned, they all covered their mouths and snickered, and when they passed by him, they also secretly glanced at him, and the whispering voice was still so crisp.

"Look, haha, it's him again, I guess he was kicked out of class and sleeping again, hehehehe, I saw that he slept all day that day, he really could sleep. ”

"Hey, look at you paying so much attention to him, isn't it interesting to him? ”

"you, it's just that I always watch him stand outside in class, it's weird, hehehe, don't say it, he's quite cute, and he looks so cute when he sleeps. ”

"Ah, he looks, run、、、"

"Wait for me....."

The girl laughed and chased away, leaving Xie Jun with a somewhat strange expression in place.

"What the hell, don't you just get some sleep, this can still be famous?!!"

Xie Jun was stunned, of course he didn't know how strong the matter of his sleep was, after all, the parties involved in this kind of thing would not know the influence

A good deed person in the class gave him statistics, stepped on the classroom at 7:50 in the morning, put down the schoolbag, piled up the book city, immediately lowered his head, lying on the table, the whole person was overwhelmed by the high stack of books, from that moment on, in addition to eating twice, going to the toilet four times, he never raised his head, preliminary estimates, at least ten hours of sleep, to this extent, almost others take a day of class, he slept for a day, it can be said that he did it on time

As far as Zhou Jian is concerned, he is responsible for the Chinese teaching of four classes, but Xie Yajun has slept all the teachers' classes, and the freshmen in high school have only been enrolled for more than a month, and there are more than forty people in the class, as a teacher, it is very common for the teacher to remember the names and appearances of all the students, but it is not common for all the teachers to have a recognizable appearance that has turned into ashes.

As a result, they have now developed a habit of always looking towards the last position by the door before starting a lecture, and then sigh slightly before starting the lecture.

Zhou Jian, who has a somewhat rigid personality, roared and scolded angrily when he saw a classmate sleeping in the rest of the class three times or four times.

"Don't you be like Xie Jun in the second class, you can become an immortal by sleeping!!"

After coming and going, Xie Jun's name as a sleeping fairy spread, and he naturally didn't know that he was already a well-known figure among the freshmen in this first year of high school, although it was not a good reputation.....

...

After Chinese class, there is physical education class, which is probably the only class that Xie Jun does not fall asleep, and of course, he will not go to class honestly.

Stretching out in the position, Xie Jun got up and planned to go for a walk, and by the way, he took a peek at the scenery of the school girls.

Yesterday, I saw that the girl paper seems to be in the fifth class, and she looks very good, so I have to take a closer look.

I thought back to the girl's face, and my face unconsciously showed a slightly obscene smile.

At this time, Liu Jianmin, the head teacher, walked in, and he was still quite deterrent to this group of newly enrolled little chicks, which instantly attracted the attention of all students. I saw him cough lightly, and a low voice sounded.

"In the next physical education class, you choose a few people to play a basketball game with the people of Class 6, and the class leader and the sports committee will organize it, and then come to the court. ”

After speaking, he turned around and left, with an expressionless face, seemingly with a little cold feeling.

And this sentence was obviously a bit sudden, and the class was suddenly quiet for a moment, and then there were ripples like a stone being thrown into a calm lake, uh, waves.

"Wow!!I'm going to play the class game!!I'm so excited!!"

"Damn, after so many years of hard basketball training, it's finally time to show off your skills! ”

"Hey, hey, I've got to think of a few moves, this shooting action is pretty handsome, and this dribbling action is also good..."

"I don't know if there are handsome boys in Class 6, you know, the kind of boys who can play and look handsome, people are the most resistant, ahhhhhhhhhhh!!h

After a period of chaotic noise, Wang Liang, the squad leader, was calmer and more reliable, and began to organize personnel and arrange participants with Xu Yang, the sports commissioner.

Just as Xie Jun was holding his chin boringly, and drawing circles on the table with a pen in his right hand, a pleasant and crisp voice sounded beside him.

"Xie Jun, you should also participate in this competition, you are so tall, you should be very good at playing basketball!"

"You're going to pick a scene?!"

The not polite words and a somewhat contemptuous demeanor did not make Xie Yajun any different changes, he still smiled innocently, showed two rows of white teeth, and nodded with a smile.

Huang Mao carefully looked at the young man in front of him again, the old-fashioned glasses looked like a nerd who only knew how to study, and his clothes were too plain, if he wasn't wearing a pair of basketball shoes on his feet, it would be difficult to say that he was here to play, and he dared to come to the court like this? !

Huang Mao basically knew it in his heart, his face was full of arrogance, and he glanced at Xie Yajun with slanted eyes: "Since you want to pick a scene, then you know the basic rules." ”

Xie Yajun smiled and nodded again, Huang Mao didn't say anything more, and the two of them started their own warm-up exercises to stretch their bodies. The surrounding crowd gradually gathered, and when they heard that someone was picking up the scene, they were all a little excited and nervous, and they all gathered around to see what the situation was.

But after seeing it, I was a little disappointed, after all, Xie Yajun didn't look like a master, it is often said that a master will have the bearing and demeanor of a master, and at a glance it seems to be very powerful, and Xie Yajun, at most, looks like a very good reader, not like a player at all. A few people have left disappointed and gone to play on their own.

After a while, the warm-up preparations for both sides were completed. Xie Yajun found that Huang Mao looked at him a little stunned, and couldn't help but be a little curious for a while, and checked his clothes slightly funny, there was nothing wrong with it.

"I said, you won't be a novice, do you, you don't know the rules of the scene?!"

Huang Mao's tone was a little angry, in his opinion, this kid was dumbfounded, he was completely a stunned rookie, he didn't take him in his eyes, where did he know that this kid didn't even understand the most basic rules, this was obviously to make a joke about his yellow hair.

Looking at the eyes around him that were gradually a little gloomy, Xie Yajun seemed to not care at all, his expression was relaxed, and he still smiled and said: "Oh, I'm sorry, I never carry the ball by myself, but don't worry, if I lose, I won't be in arrears." ”

"Never dribble the ball yourself?!"

Hearing this, Huang Mao's expression was obviously stunned, and then he glanced at Xie Yajun a few times in a strange way, and gradually, with a somewhat playful smile, he said: "Heh, it's a rookie who wants to imitate a madman, I think the existence of a madman simply breaks the rules of Longyang." Boy, if you want to learn from a madman and become famous, then you have the wrong person, I tell you, I will not show mercy, don't say that I bully the newbie later. ”

Huang Mao's words came out, but Xie Yajun didn't respond much, but the surrounding onlookers reacted strongly, and almost instantly, bursts of laughter sounded.

"Hahahaha! It's a stupid fork who wants to learn from a madman, it's really funny, why are there so many stupid idiots in this era. "He thought he could make a name for himself like a madman without the ball! "I've always heard that there are idiots imitating madmen everywhere in Longyang now, but I didn't expect to really run into one today, hahahaha, everyone come and see, it's another madman imitator to provoke the scene!"

With a playful tone and eyes, everyone wantonly mocked the young man who looked extremely weak standing in the venue at the moment. It's no wonder they have such a reaction, after all, this kind of thing is one of the most common and funny things in the Longyang street court recently.

In the crowd there was a teenager who looked like he had only started playing for a short time, at most eleven or twelve years old, and with a tall young man next to him, it seemed to be his older brother. The young man looked at the disdain of the people around him with some puzzlement, tugged at the corner of the young man's clothes, and asked curiously.

"Brother, what are they laughing at, who are the madmen? ”

The young man turned his head, his face was still mixed with a sneer that had never gone away, and he smiled at the young man: "You have learned the idiom of Dong Shi Xiaofeng, they are now laughing at another Dong Shi pretending to be here." ”

The young man was still a little puzzled: "Then who is he learning?" The young man still patiently replied: "Learn from a madman, by the way, you study honestly in school every day, I guess you don't know who the madman is, this madman is not a real madman, just a nickname for a person on the basketball court in Longyang City now." ”

"Nickname, how can someone be called crazy, isn't that scolding? ”

"Yes, he's called Crazy, but that's not a curse for him. It's not that he's usually crazy, it's mainly that he plays like a madman. The young man's curiosity was aroused, and he said with interest on his face: "Brother, tell me about the madman." The young man smiled slightly, coughed dryly, cleared his throat, and spoke eloquently.

"The madman is a celebrity in the street court of Longyang City, a guy who only appeared in the past half a year or so, and no one knows his origin, so he suddenly appeared on the street court in Longyang. And the first challenge is the boss of the square court in Zhenning District, although the name of this rib man is a bit funny, but the basketball strength is not ordinary. You can tell from his nickname that this guy's thin ribs are very obvious, and the whole person is like an enlarged version of chopsticks, but it is such a person, he has made a name for himself in the Quartet, and he has won the nickname of the rib man, you must know that the street court can give you a nickname, which is a symbol of strength in itself. ”

"The rib man has first-class skills, coquettish dribbling, accurate shooting, I don't know how many guys he has beaten to pick the field, he is not small in Zhenning District, he is the number one, to be honest, if he doesn't meet the top wave of people in Longyang, almost no one can beat him. So when the madman came to him directly, it was about the same time as now, and everyone laughed at him for not being able to do anything, because the madman didn't look like he could play. ”

Having said this, the young man was inexplicably stunned, and his eyes involuntarily looked at the young man in the field, how could this kind of scene at this moment be so similar to the original madman who provoked the scene, and the young man's heart was flooded with an inexplicable feeling, an indescribable strange feeling. Seeing that he was suddenly silent, the young man pulled the corner of his clothes with some dissatisfaction.

The young man came back to his senses, saw that the young man was a little complaining, smiled apologetically, and continued: "The madman has a rule, he never carries the ball in the field. The street court in Longyang City has always been the person who takes the initiative to pick the court to bring the ball by himself, because if he loses, his ball is the price of his loss, and he must stay in this court and use it for the people who play in this court. But the madman didn't carry the ball at the beginning, and directly challenged the rib man, many people are too arrogant, let the rib man teach him how to behave. ”

"And then, then!" the boy urged urgently, apparently a little fascinated by the sound. The young man touched his head, and a look of longing gradually appeared on his face.

"Two wins in three games, the rib man was defeated, 2 to 0, and was killed by the madman in two rounds, there was no way at all! Even the madman was on the head of the rib man, slamming dunk continuously, and there was a ball, the rib man was hanging on his body, and he was actually taken forward by him to dunk directly! Although there are reasons why the rib man is too thin and too lightweight, but to be able to do this level, the madman's physical fitness is really very perverted. ”

"What's even more shocking is the state of the madman when he plays! He roars like a beast all over the court, all the offenses are very direct body collisions, strong three steps hard, back hits, inside dunks, almost completely different from the style of the street players we knew before, he doesn't pay attention to the elegant beauty of any movements, the kind of violent ball style, like a madman, even if you foul his arm, he still has to force the ball in, everyone is attracted by this style of play. In this battle, he quickly became famous, and immediately the nickname of a madman spread. ”

In the time that followed, his style was very much in tune with the title of madman. Longyang City is divided into four districts, and unless it is a common agreed game between districts, there will never be a cross-district pick up on weekdays, which is easy to cause conflicts between the two intervals, which is the consensus in everyone's hearts. But the madman actually picked the court across the districts in a row, and he picked all the venues in the four districts! The most terrible thing is that he has won all of them and has not lost a single game! Even among them, some particularly famous players in Longyang have not played against him, but such a record has enough gold content, and even some old basketball coaches have seen the madman play, and they all say that he is a genius player who meets once in ten years, and they all want to recruit him to their own team. ”

"But the madman hasn't been seen for more than a month, and no one knows what he's doing. But what's funny is that there are more and more people pretending to be him, many people want to learn from him, become famous in a fight, and don't take the ball to challenge the boss of those courts. I have to say that the rule of playing with the ball by yourself has been broken by a madman. ”

The young man has heard that his eyes are full of little stars, and he accidentally made a madman fan, and the young man sighed in his heart, but the character who appeared like a comet landing like a madman, his deeds are really very attractive, coupled with the ball style of violent aesthetics, it is indeed unusual.

"Is that guy standing there right now a madman?!"

The boy asked with some excitement. The young man just wanted to say a few sarcastic words, but for some reason, when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them inexplicably, and instead chuckled. "Maybe, maybe he really is. "Then I'll take a closer look!"

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Huang Mao pouted with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and said with disdain: "Boy, tell you, don't think about escaping, you will lose later, honestly bring a basketball over, don't think you can repay the debt." ”

Xie Yajun smiled noncommittally, and there was no verbal response, which seemed to Huang Mao's eyes to be a sign that he had begun to panic and cowardice.

"Two wins in three games, five goals in each game, the home team has the first ball!"

After all, it is in someone else's field, and the person who acts as a referee is also a person who often plays in this field, and most of the people here are semi-acquainted, and when blowing penalties, it is inevitable that there will be a little favoritism, which is the so-called home advantage, of course, it will not be too much, and hard blowing will cause public anger.

"Boy, today my brother is going to teach you, if you don't have the ability, don't learn others to pretend to be X, that's going to be stepped on by others!" "Are you done talking nonsense, it's a bunch of nonsense." ”

Unexpectedly, Xie Yajun grabbed the white and responded angrily, which made Huang Mao, who had always been arrogant, suddenly hold his breath in his chest, and his eyes were even more angry.

"Stinky boy, you're going to pay for that!"

Huang Mao himself is the main member of the school team of a high school in Jingping District, his strength is good, as the listener of this stadium is already a little famous in this area, and he has defeated many people who come here in the past, but in any case, it is still much worse than the name of a madman, so Huang Mao is slightly nervous at this time, and his palms are a little sweaty.

He dribbled the ball rhythmically, and his shoulders shook slightly irregularly, his eyes looked at Xie Yajun tightly, observing his actions, Xie Yajun was completely unmoved, his arms were open, his feet were bent on his knees, and his center of gravity was lowered.

"Brother Mao, it's been too long!"

The sudden sound outside the field made Huang Mao come back to his senses immediately. The street rules of Longyang City are relatively strict, and there are detailed rules for picking the field, and the attacker's time is only 30 seconds to possess the ball, and the ball must be converted after 30 seconds. Apparently he had been stunned for a moment, and ten seconds had passed.

Huang Mao's eyes froze, he gathered his thoughts, froze for a while, and suddenly his pupils constricted, and he launched his first offensive step. Step with your right foot, dribble with your low hand, and force your first step!

I have to say that Huang Mao's physical fitness is also not bad, the first step has quite good explosiveness, and when he takes one step, he almost comes to the same position as Xie Yajun's body, but this is not all his strategy, he deeply understands the name of a madman, and even has a little bit of worship in his heart. He also knows something about madmen, and the most crazy thing about madmen is his strong qualities that will be shocked when they see them.

Huang Mao didn't think that he could pass Xie Yajun with the pure speed of the first step, with this step, he did not take advantage of the situation to break through inward, but stepped out of the right foot suddenly kicked the ground and reversed the force, and the body that rushed out suddenly stagnated, and the dribbler was very skilled in controlling the bounced basketball, and pulled it sharply in the direction behind him, seeing this scene, the onlookers had already exclaimed.

"Behind the emergency stop, the direction is over!" But the speed of this step and the amplitude of pulling the ball are too fierce!" "This is the strength of the listener! It's terrible!"

For this group of basketball lovers, there's no way not to be surprised. The series of movements of Huang Mao just now is very smooth, without the slightest drag, and the step and stop, the amplitude of the stride is almost the limit that his height of 184 cm can reach, and the basketball that moves with his body shape is an extremely wonderful arc in his hands, and the direction of the ball behind the back is so large that it is staggering.

Huang Mao himself was a little surprised in his heart, this time it was definitely his super-level performance, in the past, according to his ball sense, most of this ball was lost.

His confidence soared, looking at Xie Yajun as if his center of gravity had been completely deceived by him, he had already controlled the ball with his left hand, and then stepped out with his left foot, leaving no effort to explode and accelerate, slightly thin figure, as if a breeze was blowing, rushing straight into the inner line, with a pick with his left hand, the basketball swirled into the basket, and the net rubbed a crisp sound.

"Good shot! See that there are no crazy people!This is our strength here, don't think you are really amazing!" "Yellow haired boss, one more ball! Give him some color!" "Beat him!"

I have to say that this kind of provocation made the old people in these courts have the mentality of hating the same enemy at this time, and when they saw Huang Mao score first, regardless of three, seven or twenty, they bombarded a wave of Xie Yajun first, and creating psychological pressure was also one of the reasons why these people broke out at this moment.

Encouraged to win a ball, Huang Mao's fighting spirit was even higher at the moment, and there was no hint of cringe in his eyes when he looked at Xie Yajun, and the fighting spirit that erupted was so strong that Xie Yajun could clearly feel it.

If the offense is successful, then the ball remains in the hands of the attacker. Huang Mao holds the ball outside the three-point line, and he is in unprecedented good condition, directly posing for three threats, and stepping out continuously with his right foot tentatively, with the movement of the ball, the shaking of his shoulder, which is very confusing. Xie Yajun was slightly biased by his realistic movements, and his left foot took a step slightly to the side in order to stabilize his center of gravity.

And at this moment, the light in Huang Mao's eyes skyrocketed, and he tentatively withdrew his right foot, and his left foot suddenly stepped out. Generally speaking, most people take the first step with their right foot and bring about a much faster burst than with their left foot, because most people are right-handed, and they are used to dribbling the ball with their right hand and attacking on the right side, which is a natural feeling. The left-handed dribble, the left side of the breakthrough is relatively much slower, the average amateur will not specifically train the foot movement and dribble, it is difficult to make achievements on the left side of the attack.

But Huang Mao attacked on the left side at the moment, took the first step with his left foot, and the second and third steps that broke out one after another, the speed was extremely fast, without the slightest jerky and uncoordinated feeling, and he stepped out a few steps in a row, and actually made Xie Yajun clean, and the last step slammed to the ground, with the help of this force, the left hand of the layup was actually level with the frame, and he was almost able to dunk it, but the ball was still very well-behaved into the frame.

"Good shot! Well done!" "See that there is no madman, you are still far away! Hurry up and go home and nurse!hahaha!" "Two consecutive goals to attack, even beat the madman without any defensive power, at first the people who were a little shocked by the name of the madman for him The sense of awe in the hearts of the people who were a little shocked by the name of the madman dissipated a lot, and the trembling mentality at first gradually reversed, and at this moment there is actually a kind of if the madman is pulled off the horse, then their court will immediately rise to a new height.

Isn't the best way to become famous is to use others as stepping stones to climb to the sky. Of course, it is not that there is no one who has not doubted the identity of the young man standing here at the moment, and there are no longer a few people who think that he is pretending to be a madman. But no one would say such a thing, after all, even if it was fake, who would let him bear the name of a madman. Even if it turns out that he is not crazy, they will be able to make some name for themselves in this fight.

Therefore, the sound of the stadium at this moment is almost equivalent to a volcanic eruption, and the roar of the mountains and tsunami makes the pedestrians passing around can't help but cover their ears.

Huang Mao's heart began to flutter a little at this moment, and when he glanced at the young man in front of him who was still focused and unmoved by the surrounding environment, he couldn't help but mock and said: "Boy, don't pretend to be unfathomable here, with your strength, you can't be a madman, but it doesn't matter, who asked you to come here to pretend to be X in the name of a madman, I can only say that you deserve it, I won't show mercy, I won this game today!"

After some bold words, Huang Mao became even more excited, trying to find some panic and fear from Xie Yajun's face that could make him more excited, but unfortunately, Xie Yajun's expression on his face was like a zombie face, and even the eyes of his eyes did not waver, which made Huang Mao's heart even more annoyed.

Boy, I see how long you can pretend, don't beat you to your knees and beg for mercy, I write the word yellow hair upside down.

There was a secret roar in his heart, his eyes were a little more vicious, he dribbled under his crotch several times in a row, and then suddenly strode to the right side, thinking from the bottom of his heart that Xie Yajun could not be a madman Huang Mao, who had completely ignored him, stepped out, thinking of forcibly breaking through the inner line and passing Xie Yajun with pure speed. He forced a three-step layup, one step, two steps, and the hand holding the ball was already raised high, and it seemed to be another easy layup goal.

"You're just so good at tricks?"

An indifferent voice sounded in his ears, and before Huang Mao could react, his eyes were suddenly shrouded in a huge shadow, and as soon as his eyes were dark, a familiar figure suddenly appeared, and continued to rise. The sunset was approaching, the reddish light penetrated the clouds, not particularly bright, but enough to illuminate the line of sight, see the face of the figure clearly, the yellow-haired pupils contracted rapidly, and the indifferent and proud face appeared with a horror that could not be concealed, in his eyes, a scene that he could never forget came quietly.

The crowd that had been cheering loudly fell eerily silent at this moment, silent, and people invariably opened their mouths wide and forgot to close them. Everyone looked at each other, and it took a while to come out of the state of distraction, and slowly, someone said in disbelief.

"What's that?block?or steal?" "He just jumped, and his head seemed to be almost in the rebounding position. "This kid seems to be just over 180 centimeters old. "Oh my God, I think I saw a guy take off!"

In the field, Huang Mao was already a little depressed, looking at the glasses boy holding the ball in his hand in a daze, his still kind face, his height seemed to be a little shorter than himself, and his weak image of powerlessness, but how did he get the ball just now!

Time reversed, Huang Mao Zhengzhi proudly made an easy layup, he could feel the feeling that there was no physical contact around him, he thought that the other party had been easily thrown away by his speed, and the basketball in his hand had been lightly picked by his fingers, flying upward, flying towards the basket, he clearly saw that the basketball had risen to a height that ordinary people could not reach, but in an instant, it seemed that the speed of time slowed down infinitely at that moment, and even the surrounding air flow seemed to be much heavier, a figure that was not too tall, as if at that moment Superman was transformed, gravity could not restrain his body, and there was no limit to continue to rise, I don't know when the raised palm has climbed the orange basketball that has begun to decline a little bit and is about to fall.

There is no on-face blood that he has seen all year round, and there is no inverted flying hat like a fly, it is like an insignificant light package, Huang Mao clearly saw the expression on Xie Yajun's face, and at that moment, his eyes seemed to be churning and bubbling magma, and a different fiery fighting spirit seemed to begin to overflow outward.

Just like that, an extremely weird scene appeared, unlike any previous cap, this time the cap was silent, no waves, but the shock was unprecedentedly strong.

Xie Yajun took off his glasses indifferently, put them aside carefully, looked at the yellow hair who was still a little stunned, and gently spit out a sentence in his mouth: "Are you ready, I'm going to start attacking." ”

Woke up with a word, Huang Mao turned around in a panic, and looked at Xie Yajun, who was already ready to attack outside the three-point line, he barely calmed down, strode to the defensive position, gritted his teeth fiercely, and opened his arms.

"Boy, even if you hide your strength, you may not be able to beat me! Don't be too arrogant!"

Xie Yajun didn't respond verbally, just stared at him quietly, for some reason, Huang Mao seemed to feel that he was a little different, but he couldn't tell what was the difference, but his back was a little cold inexplicably, and a little beads of sweat began to ooze from his forehead, which ran down the skin, slowly flowed down, and gradually flowed to his eyelids, he was a little uncomfortable, and subconsciously blinked his eyes.

At this moment, it was at this moment that he seemed to see a volcano that had been silent for a long time, and the accumulated magma could no longer endure it and suddenly erupted!

The white figure flashed, the yellow hair was in front of him, and he couldn't grasp Xie Yajun's figure in an instant, he was shocked, but many years of experience in playing ball, let him make a judgment immediately when he lost the opponent's movement trajectory, the school's special foot movement training, so that the speed of his lateral movement was very agile, and he directly retreated sideways to move, and immediately felt the touch of body collision, he was happy, but in the next second, joy turned into shock, and then into shock.

The hearts of the onlookers are like riding a roller coaster, in the eyes of everyone, Xie Yajun's first step is unimaginable, Huang Mao has lost his defensive position, bypassed by him, a heart seems to mention the throat eyes, the next moment, Huang Mao's excellent defensive footsteps moved, and then came, keeping up with Xie Yajun's figure, which made everyone's hanging hearts relax a little, and then, as if acting, as soon as the two bodies touched, Huang Mao's body was like a leaf in the wind, light and soft paper, and was directly knocked out。

"This, how is this possible?!"

Huang Mao couldn't believe it at all, his body was already quite strong after training, when it came to strength confrontation, people of the same size could not say that they could have an advantage over anyone, but at least they would not suffer losses and fall into disadvantages, Xie Yajun's figure was even thinner than he looked, but at this sudden moment of contact, he felt like the Titanic hit an iceberg back then, hitting a stone with an egg, and he couldn't resist it at all.

And Xie Yajun didn't seem to be affected in the slightest, his speed became faster and faster, and he rushed straight into the restricted area, and then he slapped the basketball violently, holding it with both hands, at the same time, his footsteps stopped suddenly, his whole body sank suddenly, and his knees were bent, as if before pulling a bow and shooting an arrow, the bowstring was fully charged, and after stopping for 0.01 seconds, Xie Yajun's whole person was like a cannonball, jumping on the spot, and his body soared high! Holding the ball in both hands, placing it behind his head, his body bent back slightly, his hands, torso, and feet seemed to be bent bows, and after reaching the highest point, Xie Yajun's eyes suddenly opened, and he suddenly shouted after being silent for a long time.

"Drink!"

"Bang !!"

The person hanging on the basket roared violently, and the strong pulling force made the basket unstoppably shaking and shaking, and the onlookers couldn't say a word, but subconsciously expressed their surprise and stunned, behind him was the yellow hair that collapsed on the ground, and the brilliance on his face was gone, and the pupils reflected the arrogant and violent figure, and a heart had sunk to the lowest point, and finally hung down his head in frustration.

He knew that he was going to lose this game. Only the bitter murmur that he could only hear.

"Crazy, really crazy. ”

Thundered!

The mountains collapsed, countless boulders fell, and countless smoke and dust rolled up, and the heavens and the earth seemed to tremble violently.

At this moment, a figure suddenly shot out from the smoke and dust, flashing with a blood-colored light, and quickly broke through the air, and a long roll of dust rolled up behind him, like a flying dragon in the sky, rolling forward.

"Old Demon Meng, hand over the Heavenly Dao Stone, spare you from death!"

"Old Demon Meng, stop dying and struggling! Today, hundreds of masters of my righteous path have laid a net of heaven and earth, and it will be difficult for you to fly even if you put your wings, if you obediently hand over the heavenly dao stone, I can still leave you a whole corpse, otherwise I will let you die without a place to be buried!"

"Old thief, you have done a lot of evil in your daily life, and thirty years ago you destroyed my family, and today I will avenge the five hundred and seventy-eight lives of my clan!"

...

On the plains, the blood-colored figure quietly fell to the ground, and the front and back roads had been blocked by countless people, and there was no way to escape.

Meng Haobai's hair was scattered at the moment, his blue and black robe had already been stained red by the blood that was spurting out, and his thin face was even more unstoppable blood flowing out of his mouth, and the whole person looked like a demon crawling out of hell, hideous and terrifying.

A blood-colored long knife about four feet long in the palm of his hand was already full of cracks, and he himself was even more unable to stand up, only relying on the long knife to crutch the ground, barely supporting his body, and the crumbling appearance seemed to be about to die in the next moment.

At this time, no matter in the heavens and on the ground, the dense crowd completely surrounded him, among them, there were at least nearly fifty people who were not under him, and in the face of the siege of so many people, he was able to survive until now, which was enough to be proud.

There were constant voices in the crowd.

"Devil, you are cruel and tyrannical, today we are going to fight for the way of heaven and the right way of heaven and earth!"

"The Heavenly Dao Stone is a spiritual object of heaven and earth, only those who have both ability and political integrity live in it, as for you, Meng Lao Mo, you still know each other, hand over the things, don't defile such treasures. ”

Listening to the words coming from all directions, the corners of Meng Haobai's mouth couldn't help but pull out a sneering arc, even if he was seriously injured, he still had a playful smile that didn't care.

"Of course I can hand over the Heavenly Dao Stone, but the Heavenly Dao Stone is just such a piece, how can you divide it among so many of you?"

As soon as these words came out, it seemed to break some dark thoughts in their hearts, although they were still full of indignation and righteous indignation, but the palm holding the blade increased a little stronger, and it quietly opened a little imperceptible distance from the people around them, and the atmosphere of the original hatred and hatred seemed to have changed a little invisibly.

And at this time, a young man dressed in a pure white robe with a dashing temperament walked out of the crowd with a crystal clear long sword in his hand.

"Don't be deliberately provoked by this demon, the distribution of the Heavenly Dao Stone, then you have to kill this demon, and then everyone agrees, the top priority is to let this demon hand over the treasure!"

This young man's personable and upright attitude made everyone's hearts rise a little good, and some of the previous changes in their hearts were suppressed by his words.

Meng Haobai glanced at him with interest: "Haoran Sword Immortal, Wen Ruxuan?"

"That's right!" The young man was called out by Meng Haobai, he seemed to be extremely proud, his body seemed to be a little more upright, the long sword in his hand turned, the tip of the sword was aimed at Meng Haobai, and he said loudly with awe-inspiring righteousness.

"Devil, you are perverse, the crime is heinous, today I am the right way to join forces, in addition to you, the evil demon, is in accordance with the will of heaven, if you still have a trace of repentance, then hand over the heavenly stone, self-judgment here, I Wen Ruxuan will definitely protect you a whole corpse." ”

"Hehe!" Meng Haobai couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard this, and looked at Wen Ruxuan with an expression that seemed to be smiling, and said unhurriedly.

"What a righteous path to join forces! What a good evil demon outer way! Wen Ruxuan, you, a Haoran Sword Immortal who claims to uphold Confucian righteousness and are born with a bright heart, can you still remember what you did ten years ago, in a small village called Xujiazhuang in the territory of Great Wei?"

As soon as the bland words came out, Wen Ruxuan's handsome face couldn't help but change color slightly, and a trace of cold murderous aura flashed in his pupils.

"Xu Qianrong, this little girl was only seventeen years old when she died, you ....."

"The devil is dying, and he is still here to confuse the public!"

As soon as he heard Xu Qianrong's three words, Wen Ruxuan's face changed greatly, and he immediately interrupted Meng Haobai's words and reprimanded loudly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I think it's better to work together to eradicate this demon and return the righteous path to the world!

Under the words, everyone present was vaguely aware of some cattiness, although they began to have a little disdain in Wen Ruxuan's heart, but at the moment, Meng Haobai was the most important, and he didn't care about these additional matters.

"Okay! As Wen Shaoxia said, I will kill the demons today and shoot together!"

The people present reached a consensus, and they all shot, and for a while, in this heaven and earth, countless swords, lights, and sword qi surged, and the mighty offensive seemed to be about to knock this heaven and earth into a hole, and all kinds of true qi were frantically heading towards Meng Haobai.

Wen Ruxuan himself even showed a treacherous smile that the conspiracy had succeeded, the Xueliang long sword in his hand had already been raised, and the sword aura around his body was awe-inspiring, and in the blink of an eye, there were thousands of cold ice swords forming in the void, with a sharp sound that pierced the air, forming a terrifying river of sword qi, like a Milky Way Waterfall hanging high, with a majestic momentum, an incomparable edge, straight towards Meng Haobai.

Seeing this scene, Meng Haobai's face did not change, and even showed a cruel smile on his face, and he whispered.

"If you want to kill me, you'll have to pay a price..."

The furious qi machine was already approaching the city, and it seemed that Meng Haobai would be completely blown into powder in the next second.

However, at this moment, Meng Haobai suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, and his already seriously injured body suddenly became black, and his body exuded a tyrannical and cold murderous aura, as if there were countless powerful ghosts roaring violently, and the terrifying qi appeared at this moment.

In an instant, it seemed that the heavens and the earth were eclipsed, the wind was blowing in all directions, and thick black clouds faintly rose above the sky, covering the sky and the sun, and the earth was shaken out one deep ravine after another, and the astonishing aura made the faces of all the besiegers appear a little frightened.

In the face of the roaring fierce attack, Meng Haobai turned a blind eye, a pair of black and white pupils had been dyed with thick blood at some point, and the blood-red long knife in his hand was even more covered by the astonishingly dark true qi, revealing a strange red and black color.

An extremely terrifying terrifying knife intent appeared on him, and the air around him was cut into pieces by the fierce knife intent, and what was even more terrifying was that the blood that continued to seep out of his body seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force, all covering the cold blade.

And Meng Haobai's body collapsed at this moment, and the blood all over his body seemed to be pouring out like a steady stream, the demonic aura was awesome, and the shocking appearance was chilling, and the next moment, his eyes burst out, and the whole person was like a bloody person after being cut by a thousand knives, which was unbearable.

"Blood stains the blue sky, the cycle of life and death, all things are born, and no life is extinguished!"

The gloomy voice sounded, and Meng Haobai's figure could no longer be seen, and the red and black long knife in his hand before was quietly suspended in mid-air for some time.

Suddenly, above the blood knife, a terrifying pitch-black sword bloomed, and the four-foot-long blade actually expanded to hundreds of zhang long in the blink of an eye, and the endless sharp knife intent filled the heaven and earth, as if there was only one knife in the sky and on the ground.

Cracks appeared one after another in the void, a thick aura of destruction echoed in the air, and in the eyes of everyone, the huge magic sword fell with a bang.

What kind of sword qi sword light, what kind of mighty true qi, even Wen Ruxuan's majestic sword river was completely dispersed under this sword, vulnerable to a single blow, this Haoran Sword Immortal, who was known as not afraid of life and death, also revealed a look of despair and unwilling fear at this moment.

"Hahahaha!! you sanctimonious hypocrites, go to hell with Lao Tzu!"

Countless swords suddenly burst out with the terrifying killing intent of slaughtering the common people, and swept away wildly towards the surrounding heaven and earth, and the miserable howls came and went, and countless people were cut into pieces by Sen Sen's sword light, and blood splattered one after another, dyeing the originally dark yellow land red.

Slaughter! Naked slaughter!

I don't know how long it lasted, the magic knife dissipated, the smoke gradually disappeared, and in this heaven and earth, there was no trace of the breath of life, quietly, only the Great Departure Dynasty, Shenxiao Mountain, and the True Martial Sect.

Shenxiao Mountain is an extremely majestic and magnificent precipitous peak, its mountain range is continuous, winding for hundreds of miles, the strange peaks stand steeply, in the middle of which is surrounded by jungles, the clear springs between the mountains are continuous, and the end is a fairyland beauty out of the dust.

The main peak Shenxiao Peak, is thousands of zhang high, straight into the sky, like opening the heavens and the earth, supporting the heaven and earth pillar in general, above the mountain peak, perennial clouds and mist, cranes flying, people are refreshed and happy.

This is one of the three major martial arts sects of the Great Departure Dynasty, and the place where the True Martial Sect opened the mountain.

As one of the strongest martial arts sects in the territory of the Great Li Dynasty, the True Martial Arts Sect has a long history, and the founding of the sect has a history of nearly 1,000 years.

The patriarch of the Kaipai True Martial Arts has broken into a great name, the prestige has spread far and wide, and the cultivation has been close to the heavens, and over the years, the masters of the True Martial Arts Sect have continued, the talents are endless, the incense is prosperous, and countless people in the Great Departure Dynasty are proud to worship the True Martial Sect.

The True Martial Sect is divided into two gates, the inner and outer doors, the disciples who worship the True Martial Sect for the first time can only be counted as the outer disciples, after that, only through the trial of promoting the inner disciples, can they enter the inner door to cultivate, and the true martial arts inheritance and cultivation of the True Martial Sect can only get the essence by entering the inner door.

All the outer disciples of the True Martial Sect dream of one day being able to enter the inner gate and become the true descendants of the True Martial Sect, so that they can achieve success in martial arts and become famous.

Zhenwu Sect Rules: Every morning, all the outer disciples of the Zhenwu Sect must practice on the Zhenwu platform.

At this moment, the sky is dawning, and the morning sun has not yet emerged from the clouds, but there is already a faint morning light dyeing the white clouds floating above the sky with a faint layer of gold.

On top of Shenxiao Peak, there is also a layer of hazy white mist that envelops it, which does not affect the vision very much, but looks like a transcendent immortal aura that does not eat the fireworks of the world.

The outer gate of Zhenwu, the temple of the gods, looms in it.

There is no such magnificent and gorgeous construction, the whole hall arch bucket cornices are piled up with blue and black tiles, several thick vermilion pillar piles are supported by the main beam, and the gate is made of blue and black purple nan wood, which looks like a calm and heavy grand air, faintly makes people feel solemn and solemn.

In front of the main hall, there is a huge platform with hundreds of zhang long and wide, paved with limestone granite, after a hundred years of wind and rain, the vicissitudes of life are enough to make people feel the profound historical accumulation of the True Martial Sect.

This is the real martial arts.

At this time, hundreds of outer disciples were already lined up neatly, standing on the platform, all dressed in pure black suits, even if they were just standing here, without any movement, they all had an oncoming momentum, which was shocking.

In front of the platform, there is a stone platform about ten zhang higher than the table, but there is a majestic middle-aged man standing on it, he is dressed in a light green robe, his face is resolute, his eyes are bright, and the whole person exudes an awe-inspiring momentum that is not angry and self-threatening.

But seeing him look around, his expression remained unchanged, and he suddenly exhaled, and the low voice that was not very high, but it was amazingly far and clear, and the words were so clear that even the last disciple of the team could hear them clearly.

"Let's go!"

As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged man stepped forward, his steps were steady, his hands were open, his breath was long, and he put out a fist frame.

Tiger Punch!

This is a blood quenching realm cultivation fist method of the True Martial Sect, based on the shape of a tiger, with its unique method of manipulating qi and blood, promoting the blood qi in the body, penetrating the muscles and bones of the body, so as to advance layer by layer, strengthen one's own body, and be reborn.

The path of martial arts begins with qi and blood.

Initial blood quenching, with various external door boxing methods to operate the blood and qi in the body, from the inside out, the strength of the muscles and bones has been tempered, and then from the outside to the inside, penetrating into the five visceral marrow blood, since then the essence has risen greatly, and it is extremely strong.

Only with enough flesh qi and blood as the foundation, can you refine and refine your qi in the future martial arts path, and condense a strong and long inner family true qi.

"Hah!"

Hundreds of people exhaled in unison, following the middle-aged man's boxing on the stage, the exact same tiger vigorous boxing appeared in the hands of everyone, the moves were neat, simple and unified, such a spectacular scene couldn't help but make people feel agitated and excited.

However, in such a neat and uniform procession, in an inconspicuous corner, a young man who stood still stood out as a person, his body was thin and delicate, and there was a hint of immaturity and youthfulness between his eyebrows.

At this moment, there was an indescribable sense of surprise and incomprehension in his pupils, and with a somewhat dazed look, he stood in place stunned...

...

Meng Haobai's heart was unprecedentedly hesitant and panicked, even when he was besieged by hundreds of so-called righteous path masters and was on the verge of death, he had never felt such emotions.

The extremely unfamiliar scene in front of him made him unable to tell whether this was reality or a dream for a while, and the unfamiliar faces around him made him feel an inexplicable absurdity in his heart.

The chaotic fragments of memories in his mind were like a tidal wave, and wave after wave of turbulence hit him, making him bored and uneasy.

"Meng Haobai!"

Suddenly, a thunderous sound came into his ears, and he, who had been called Meng Lao Mo for many years, heard his familiar and somewhat unfamiliar name again, and almost subconsciously raised his head and looked forward.

I don't know when, the eyes of everyone around him are focused on him, and they all look at him with a bit of ridicule, banter, and disdain in their eyes.

On the high platform in front of him, the middle-aged man in green clothes looked like lightning, and his sharp eyes still made him feel a tingling pain in his cheeks from a distance of nearly ten zhang, which made him feel a chill in his heart, this is a master.

The deep voice sounded again, and it was the middle-aged man on the stage who spoke out: "Meng Haobai is slacking off in his morning practice, and you will be punished for carrying a hundred buckets of water and chopping a hundred loads of firewood today!"

"The rest of the people, the morning exercise is over, and it will be disbanded!"

A deep voice lingered in the sky above the Zhenwu platform, the middle-aged man put his hands behind his back and turned to leave, and the young man on the stage was also in twos and threes at this time, each in a group, and walked off the platform one after another, leaving in different directions.

It's just that when leaving, almost all the teenagers, with mocking smiles on their faces, pointed at Meng Haobai and talked about it.

"Hehe, look at this fool, he was probably frightened by Elder Zuo's punishment..."

"He deserves it, who let him be lazy in his morning exercise again and again, Elder Zuo is still mild-mannered, if he changes to Elder Li, this kid will have to shed his skin. ”

"Hahaha, too, I really don't know how this fool entered the True Martial Sect in the first place, his existence simply makes me feel that the grade of our generation of disciples has been lowered. ”

"Come on, don't waste your efforts on this idiot, hurry back, today's sect task hasn't been done yet, hurry up and finish it, hurry up and cultivate!"

After a while, the originally huge cultivation team on the Zhenwu platform quietly dispersed, leaving only Meng Haobai alone, standing alone on the platform, motionless, his thin back looked a little depressed and lonely.

"True Martial Sect, Meng Haobai?"

A slight voice that only he could hear, Meng Haobai muttered to himself.

After integrating the fragments of memories scattered in his mind, he finally figured out a little bit about the situation he was in at this moment.

This is a martial arts sect called the True Martial Sect in the territory of the Great Departure Dynasty, and the original owner of the body he is attached to happens to have the same name and surname as him, also called Meng Haobai.

This Meng Haobai has been lonely since he was a child, his parents died early, he wandered alone, his home was all over the world, and he had no fixed place, three years ago, he came to the Zhenwu Sect, and luckily passed the entrance assessment, and since then he has become an outer disciple of the Zhenwu Sect.

Food and clothing are not guaranteed, and the life of eating and sleeping in the open has finally come to an end.

However, Meng Haobai's cultivation talent is extremely low, and after three years of entry, he has only reached the realm of blood quenching, and his strength is no more than a hundred catties, and among all the outer disciples, he deserves to be the first from the bottom.

Weakness is an original sin.

Naturally, he was rejected and ridiculed by the rest of his classmates, alone, extremely withdrawn, and I don't know why, in such an ordinary morning exercise, he was possessed by Meng Laomo's soul and reborn, and his own consciousness was completely replaced by it.

In other words, the real Meng Haobai no longer exists in the world, at this moment Meng Haobai only has a shell, his god has changed, the magic knife Meng Haobai who should have died has settled in this body, incarnated as a fifteen-year-old boy of the True Martial Sect, Meng Haobai was resurrected and reborn.

He looked down at his thin palms, feeling the feeling of emptiness and weakness coming from his body, Meng Haobai couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

"It's been a long time since I've experienced such a weak force... Alas..."

"But..."

After a little emotion, Meng Haobai raised his head suddenly, looking at the golden sun that had already protruded above the sky, bathed in the warm and peaceful luster, and there was an amazing look in his slightly squinted eyes, which flashed.

"It's nice to be alive..."

Endless dead silence lingers in the sky......

"It's just..."

Meng Haobai looked at himself, couldn't help but shake his head again and again, and sighed.

"This kid's physical muscles and bones are inevitably too weak, and the cultivation of the Quenching Blood Realm lies in tempering one's own body and reshaping one's body, and the exercise of the boxing frame and the replenishment of one's own essence are indispensable. ”

"This Tiger Powerful Fist method is simple, and it is not a top-notch cultivation method, but some of the methods of transporting qi and blood can also be called a good method of quenching blood. ”

Although Meng Haobai in his previous life was a martial arts powerhouse who surpassed the Blood Quenching Realm, he missed the best age for blood quenching cultivation at the beginning, and did not obtain any top blood quenching methods.

As for the subsequent martial arts practice, it was by chance that he got the martial arts inheritance of a demon giant, practiced the secret method of the demon gate, practiced the body of the blood demon, and directly skipped the blood quenching realm and became a martial artist of the true qi realm.

Because of the restrictions of the exercises, he could only cultivate this demonic method, so he was never keen on collecting exercises.

Although this Tiger Mighty Fist was not the top Blood Quenching Realm martial art, for him, it was undoubtedly a piece that filled the gap in his martial arts cultivation.

"The most critical problem at present is that this physical body is seriously lacking in essence and energy, and the body origin is extremely lacking. ”

"The outer disciples of the True Martial Sect can only exchange for a bowl of tiger bone soup to nourish the flesh every day only after completing the daily sect tasks, this tiger bone soup is mainly based on the flesh and bones of the demon beast saber-toothed tiger, supplemented by various medicinal materials, full of essence and great tonic things. ”

"It's just that this unlucky boy can't choose an easy sect task when he returns, and even if he chooses it, he will be robbed of his task by those guys who are higher than him, so in the past three years, he has hardly been nourished by tiger bone soup, and it is no wonder that his cultivation progress is so slow. ”

Martial arts cultivation leads to the same end, and with Meng Hao's experience and eyesight at the level of a white martial arts master, he can naturally easily see the predicament he is currently in on the cultivation path.

The cultivation of the quenching blood realm, to put it bluntly, is the replenishment and transformation of the essence, the tiger vigorously exercises the body, promotes the blood qi, and tempers the body is extremely consuming of the essence of the human body.

It's just that the original Meng Haobai is alone, and unlike some of the rest of the family disciples in the sect, there is also the financial support of the family, and there are all kinds of supplementary medicinal materials, and the cultivation supplies he can obtain are only this bowl of tiger bone soup every day, and he often can't use it.

As a martial arts cultivator, it is rare in the world to be so miserable.

"That old bastard seems to be saying that I have some punishment, damn it, isn't this a delay, hey! No matter, let's go to the miscellaneous hall to get today's task first, and then I have to get some tiger bone soup to replenish my vitality. ”

Meng Haobai secretly pondered to himself, and he had made a decision at the moment, and recalled the route to the Miscellaneous Hall in his mind, walked down the Zhenwu Terrace, and walked along a mountain road.

...

Miscellaneous Hall.

The hall of the outer sect of the True Martial Sect to deal with various affairs, the distribution of disciples' cultivation resources, and the release of the daily tasks of the sect are all matters within the scope of the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall.

Walking through a mountain path in front of the Shenxiao Temple, bypassing the main hall, about two or three miles away, you can see a quaint high pavilion stone tower.

This square stone building, the walls around are made of gray and white stone rock, and the eaves on it are stacked with blue and black bricks, compared with the grandeur of the temple of the gods, it seems a little dull here, and there is a little more earthly atmosphere in the world.

Many disciples went in and out of the hall, making the entire miscellaneous hall look extremely busy, Meng Haobai walked into the hall, and he could see that there were nearly ten deep corridor entrances, and he didn't know where they led.

The hall was still bustling, and many disciples had gathered here, and it seemed that they had all come to receive today's daily tasks

Looking at the fist that was constantly enlarging in his eyes, Meng Haobai's playful expression emerged, snapped his fingers, and gently spit out a word.

The words came into Yan Huaqiang's ears, and he didn't understand what they meant, but his face suddenly changed drastically, and the fierce offensive stopped abruptly, and his fist stopped less than five inches in front of Meng Haobai, motionless, as if the entire space was frozen.

There was only such a short distance left, and at this moment it was like a moat, he was no longer able to cross it, blood flowed from his mouth, and the whole person was directly paralyzed on the ground, as if he had been drained of the main backbone.

"You, what have you done to me!"

Yan Huaqiang looked at Meng Haobai in horror, and when he used his fierce tiger fist to urge the qi and blood in his body, a mysterious qi machine emerged from his body out of nowhere, moving according to his qi and blood, and in an instant, it was like a thousand years of cold ice sweeping through his whole body.

The scorching blood qi did not melt this cold qi, but was completely frozen by it, unable to move.

Meng Haobai leaned over, the smile on his face made Yan Huaqiang feel a little furious, and as for his eyes, they were as cold as a blade.

For the first time, Yan Huaqiang found himself facing this guy he had never looked down on, and he actually had an emotion called fear in his heart.

"It's just a little trick, don't worry, it won't take your life, provided that as long as you are obedient, you will naturally not worry about your life. ”

"What the hell are you trying to do!"

This kind of involuntary and imprisoned state made Yan Huaqiang extremely uneasy and frightened in his heart, for the guy who has always liked to use force to oppress others, he has lost his greatest support, and the cowardice and humility in his heart are like tearing away the cover, showing it all, only the last point is left, and the sense of superiority accumulated in the past in the face of Meng Haobai is barely supporting his ferocity.

For an old fritter like Meng Haobai, how could he not see that this guy was already a scalded duck, so he was left with a hard mouth, and he didn't care at all about his fierce appearance, and continued.

"It's very simple, as long as you help me complete today's punishment of carrying 100 buckets of water and chopping 100 loads of firewood, you see, it's not difficult. ”

Looking at Meng Haobai's smiling appearance, and listening to his careless words, Yan Huaqiang almost wanted to vomit blood, God, carrying a hundred buckets of water and chopping a hundred loads of firewood, even with the physique that they have initially tempered their physical bodies, they still have a considerable workload, basically they have to finish these things, so don't think about cultivating today.

Yan Huaqiang gritted his teeth, resisted Meng Haobai's sharp gaze, pretended to have a fierce expression, and said fiercely.

"I won't do it, kill me if you have a kind, or you won't want to control me!"

Hearing this, Meng Haobai still smiled and didn't change, he didn't care about Yan Huaqiang's fierce appearance, but the coldness in his eyes seemed to be a little stronger, he stretched out his palm, patted Yan Huaqiang's face gently, and said in a sarcastic tone.

"Boy, you made it clear to me, I'm not discussing with you, don't play these tricks with me, the True Martial Sect is forbidden to kill the same sect, I really can't kill you, but I have a lot of means to make a person's life worse than death, just let you experience the taste of Xuanyin and Netherworld, lest you kid still think you have nothing to fear." ”

In Yan Huaqiang's frightened gaze, Meng Haobai smiled a little cruelly, his hands were quickly sealed on his chest, and then he snorted.

"Up!"

The words fell, abruptly, without any warning, Yan Huaqiang suddenly felt that he was in an iceberg and snow, as if a cold breath was pouring from all directions, seeping into his flesh and body, straight into the depths of the bone marrow.

What's even more terrifying is that the cold chill actually reveals a sharp, knife-like artistic conception, and at this moment, his whole body is as if he has been cut by a thousand knives, and he is in severe pain.

The intense pain surged into his heart like a tide, but he lost his autonomy, he couldn't even exhale in pain, his whole body just instinctively shaking, and his body was like a curled prawn, wrinkled.

Cold, painful, the combination of the two, Yan Huaqiang was almost about to collapse, speechless, he could only look at Meng Haobai with an almost begging gaze.

Meng Haobai turned a deaf ear, didn't look at him, stood aside with his hands behind his back, and saw his indifferent appearance Yan Huaqiang's heart swelled with a strong feeling of regret.

I had already promised him, wouldn't it be better to delay a day's cultivation time, than to endure this kind of torture.

When he felt remorse, the pain in his body became more and more intense, and under the blessing of the bone-chilling cold, Yan Huaqiang's consciousness began to blur.

Just when he was about to lose it and fall unconscious, suddenly, the severe pain and cold suddenly dissipated, and everything he had just experienced was like a dream, and now that he woke up from the dream, he woke up all of a sudden, and his eyes were a little dazed and empty.

"How does it taste?"

A somewhat playful voice sounded, Yan Huaqiang trembled with excitement, looking at Meng Haobai's smiling face, he was scared, he was really scared, this guy was not a human at all, he was a demon.

"Well, I don't have much patience to do it or not. ”

"Do, do, do, I'll do!"

Yan Huaqiang replied quickly almost subconsciously, for fear that Meng Haobai would use any more means against him, and the taste of hellish torture would be enough to taste it once.

Looking at Yan Huaqiang's appearance at this time, the corners of Meng Haobai's mouth curved into an imperceptible arc, and then his hands were sealed again, and in Yan Huaqiang's frightened gaze, he whispered.

"Solution!"

As soon as the words fell, Yan Huaqiang felt that his body's autonomous consciousness had returned all of a sudden, he jumped up from the ground, tentatively moved his hands and feet, and finally made sure that he had recovered his ability to act, at this time, Meng Haobai's voice sounded again.

"I've suppressed the dark energy in you for the time being, but it hasn't gone away, and if you dare to play any tricks, I don't mind letting you experience it again. ”

The indifferent words made Yan Huaqiang's legs tremble uncontrollably, and he immediately replied.

"No, no, I'm not going to play tricks. ”

Meng Haobai glanced at him, then turned around and walked towards the mountain road, and it didn't take long for his figure to disappear into the mountains and forests, leaving only Yan Huaqiang still in place, with an extremely complicated meaning in his pupils.

Resentment, unwillingness, anger, all kinds of emotions appeared on his face, but remembering the terrible experience before, he couldn't help but turn pale, and then like a deflated ball, he slowly left along the other side of the mountain road in despair.

As soon as the fear in his heart was gone, and then he looked at the thin figure in front of him, evil was born from the side of his guts, and there was immediately a raging anger burning in his heart, as if he was a little annoyed that he had just lost face in front of this waste wood, and suddenly became angry.

"Fuck! Didn't you hear what I said! I'll tell you to get out of the way!"

Yan Huaqiang stepped forward, and suddenly kicked at Meng Haobai's chest and kicked it out.

The sound of crackling muscles and bones stretching, as well as the roar of being kicked directly into the air, obviously this guy was angry, the force contained in this kick was extremely great, just Meng Haobai's thin little body was kicked by a kick, not to mention a few ribs.

In the face of this menacing attack, Meng Haobai's anger rose sharply in his heart, how long has it been since he saw a guy who dared to directly use himself as a gas bag.

Even if the cultivation of this body is low, but with his martial arts realm, just quenching blood is not enough for him to forbear.

At that moment, he secretly lucked, Yan Huaqiang's leg had no rules at all, with Meng Haobai's eyesight, there were at least hundreds of ways to fight back, with his current cultivation, even if he couldn't kill him directly, but at least he could secretly attack and make him fall into a secret injury and disability.

Just when Meng Haobai was already gaining momentum, suddenly, a man in gray clothes stood in front of him.

The man raised his hand slightly, and Yan Huaqiang's aggressive, fierce and aggressive leg was actually blocked by him with a wave of his hand.

And it seems that the strength in this person's hand is not small, and the force of the shock back made Yan Huaqiang fall back, not to mention, and staggered back more than a dozen steps, he still couldn't grasp his center of gravity, and sat down directly on the ground with a plop.

"In front of the chores, brawls are forbidden. ”

An indifferent voice sounded, but the somewhat violent Yan Huaqiang was like a well-behaved sheep at the moment, and he didn't dare to resist and fight back, his face was blue and white for a while, and then he got up, snorted a little unwillingly, turned around directly, and left here quickly.

Seeing Yan Huaqiang leaving, the man in gray also turned around indifferently, and walked towards the chores hall without looking at Meng Haobai.

Meng Haobai recognized this costume, it seemed that he should be the deacon of this miscellaneous hall, and his cultivation was about the realm of quenching blood from the eighth to the ninth level, so it was no wonder that Yan Huaqiang lost his face and left without saying a word.

Although the ordinary deacons of the Miscellaneous Hall are not necessarily of a higher status than these disciples in the outer gate, but the cultivation of others is here, if you are not convinced, you must have enough strength to resist.

The disciples who had been watching the excitement around them were also blocked because of the quarrel, and they also left one after another.

Meng Haobai looked in the direction of Yan Huaqiang's departure, his eyes flashing with an inexplicable luster.

In a few moments, he also took a step, but he went straight along the path.

Great Departure Dynasty, Shenxiao Mountain, True Martial Arts.

Shenxiao Mountain is an extremely majestic and magnificent precipitous peak, its mountain range is continuous, winding for hundreds of miles, the strange peaks stand steeply, in the middle of which is surrounded by jungles, the clear springs between the mountains are continuous, and the end is a fairyland beauty out of the dust.

The main peak Shenxiao Peak, is thousands of zhang high, straight into the sky, like opening the heavens and the earth, supporting the heaven and earth pillar in general, above the mountain peak, perennial clouds and mist, cranes flying, people are refreshed and happy.

This is one of the three major martial arts sects of the Great Departure Dynasty, and the place where the True Martial Sect opened the mountain.

As one of the strongest martial arts sects in the territory of the Great Li Dynasty, the True Martial Arts Sect has a long history, and the founding of the sect has a history of nearly 1,000 years.

The patriarch of the Kaipai True Martial Arts has broken into a great name, the prestige has spread far and wide, and the cultivation has been close to the heavens, and over the years, the masters of the True Martial Arts Sect have continued, the talents are endless, the incense is prosperous, and countless people in the Great Departure Dynasty are proud to worship the True Martial Sect.

The True Martial Sect is divided into two gates, the inner and outer doors, the disciples who worship the True Martial Sect for the first time can only be counted as the outer disciples, after that, only through the trial of promoting the inner disciples, can they enter the inner door to cultivate, and the true martial arts inheritance and cultivation of the True Martial Sect can only get the essence by entering the inner door.

All the outer disciples of the True Martial Sect dream of one day being able to enter the inner gate and become the true descendants of the True Martial Sect, so that they can achieve success in martial arts and become famous.

Zhenwu Sect Rules: Every morning, all the outer disciples of the Zhenwu Sect must practice on the Zhenwu platform.

At this moment, the sky is dawning, and the morning sun has not yet emerged from the clouds, but there is already a faint morning light dyeing the white clouds floating above the sky with a faint layer of gold.

On top of Shenxiao Peak, there is also a layer of hazy white mist that envelops it, which does not affect the vision very much, but looks like a transcendent immortal aura that does not eat the fireworks of the world.

The outer gate of Zhenwu, the temple of the gods, looms in it.

not

But seeing that he looked around, his expression remained unchanged, and he suddenly exhaled and opened his voice, not very high, and his low voice was

"Hah!"

Hundreds of people exhaled in unison, following the middle-aged man's boxing on the stage, the exact same tiger vigorous boxing appeared in the hands of everyone, the moves were neat, simple and unified, such a spectacular scene couldn't help but make people feel agitated and excited.

However, in such a neat and uniform procession, in an inconspicuous corner, a young man who stood still stood out as a person, his body was thin and delicate, and there was a hint of immaturity and youthfulness between his eyebrows.

At this moment, there was an indescribable sense of surprise and incomprehension in his pupils, and with a somewhat dazed look, he stood in place stunned...

...

Meng Haobai's heart was unprecedentedly hesitant and panicked, even when he was besieged by hundreds of so-called righteous path masters and was on the verge of death, he had never felt such emotions.

The extremely unfamiliar scene in front of him made him unable to tell whether this was reality or a dream for a while, and the unfamiliar faces around him made him feel an inexplicable absurdity in his heart.

The chaotic fragments of memories in his mind were like a tidal wave, and wave after wave of turbulence hit him, making him bored and uneasy.

"Meng Haobai!"

Suddenly, a thunderous sound came into his ears, and he, who had been called Meng Lao Mo for many years, heard his familiar and somewhat unfamiliar name again, and almost subconsciously raised his head and looked forward.

I don't know when, the eyes of everyone around him are focused on him, and they all look at him with a bit of ridicule, banter, and disdain in their eyes.

On the high platform in front of him, the middle-aged man in green clothes looked like lightning, and his sharp eyes still made him feel a tingling pain in his cheeks from a distance of nearly ten zhang, which made him feel a chill in his heart, this is a master.

The deep voice sounded again, and it was the middle-aged man on the stage who spoke out: "Meng Haobai is slacking off in his morning practice, and you will be punished for carrying a hundred buckets of water and chopping a hundred loads of firewood today!"

"The rest of the people, the morning exercise is over, and it will be disbanded!"

A deep voice lingered in the sky above the Zhenwu platform, the middle-aged man put his hands behind his back and turned to leave, and the young man on the stage was also in twos and threes at this time, each in a group, and walked off the platform one after another, leaving in different directions.

It's just that when leaving, almost all the teenagers, with mocking smiles on their faces, pointed at Meng Haobai and talked about it.

"Hehe, look at this fool, he was probably frightened by Elder Zuo's punishment..."

"He deserves it, who let him be lazy in his morning exercise again and again, Elder Zuo is still mild-mannered, if he changes to Elder Li, this kid will have to shed his skin. ”

"Hahaha, too, I really don't know how this fool entered the True Martial Sect in the first place, his existence simply makes me feel that the grade of our generation of disciples has been lowered. ”

"Come on, don't waste your efforts on this idiot, hurry back, today's sect task hasn't been done yet, hurry up and finish it, hurry up and cultivate!"

After a while, the originally huge cultivation team on the Zhenwu platform quietly dispersed, leaving only Meng Haobai alone, standing alone on the platform, motionless, his thin back looked a little depressed and lonely.

"True Martial Sect, Meng Haobai?"

A slight voice that only he could hear, Meng Haobai muttered to himself.

After integrating the fragments of memories scattered in his mind, he finally figured out a little bit about the situation he was in at this moment.

This is a martial arts sect called the True Martial Sect in the territory of the Great Departure Dynasty, and the original owner of the body he is attached to happens to have the same name and surname as him, also called Meng Haobai.

This Meng Haobai has been lonely since he was a child, his parents died early, he wandered alone, his home was all over the world, and he had no fixed place, three years ago, he came to the Zhenwu Sect, and luckily passed the entrance assessment, and since then he has become an outer disciple of the Zhenwu Sect.

Food and clothing are not guaranteed, and the life of eating and sleeping in the open has finally come to an end.

However, Meng Haobai's cultivation talent is extremely low, and after three years of entry, he has only reached the realm of blood quenching, and his strength is no more than a hundred catties, and among all the outer disciples, he deserves to be the first from the bottom.

Weakness is an original sin.

Naturally, he was rejected and ridiculed by the rest of his classmates, alone, extremely withdrawn, and I don't know why, in such an ordinary morning exercise, he was possessed by Meng Laomo's soul and reborn, and his own consciousness was completely replaced by it.

In other words, the real Meng Haobai no longer exists in the world, at this moment Meng Haobai only has a shell, his god has changed, the magic knife Meng Haobai who should have died has settled in this body, incarnated as a fifteen-year-old boy of the True Martial Sect, Meng Haobai was resurrected and reborn.

He looked down at his thin palms, feeling the feeling of emptiness and weakness coming from his body, Meng Haobai couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

"It's been a long time since I've experienced such a weak force... Alas..."

"But..."

After a little emotion, Meng Haobai raised his head suddenly, looking at the golden sun that had already protruded above the sky, bathed in the warm and peaceful luster, and there was an amazing look in his slightly squinted eyes, which flashed.

"It's nice to be alive..."

"Hmm..."

Meng Haobai only felt that he was in pain all over his body, and couldn't help but moan, then he opened his eyes, sat up, and looked around with his eyes a little blank.

Looking at the extremely simple furnishings around him, this strong sense of strangeness made him a little unable to grasp the situation for a while, and he couldn't understand what was happening.

"I am.... Ah!!!h

Just when he couldn't figure out the situation, suddenly, a huge stream of information poured into his mind, and he only felt as if his head was about to explode, and the intense swelling pain made his face change greatly, and he covered his head with both hands, wailing.

I don't know how long it took, the voice gradually disappeared, Meng Haobai gradually accepted this information, the pain gradually disappeared, he himself was pale, as if he had been washed with water, his clothes were soaked, and the whole person looked extremely weak and haggard, but his pair of eyes were extremely bright and very energetic.

"Da Li Dynasty, Jinling County, Meng's family...... I can't imagine that I, Meng Haobai, actually have such a creation!"

He got up and walked out of bed, and came to the dilapidated bronze mirror in the room, and saw that in this bronze mirror, the face of a young man was reflected, the face was delicate and immature, and the childishness between the eyebrows had not been taken off, but the appearance of fourteen or fifteen years old, the body was thin, and the coarse linen clothes were reflected.

Looking at this strange and familiar face, a playful smile appeared on the young man's face, and in this dimly lit room, there was a bit of weirdness and evil, which made people shudder.

...

Yes, this young man, or the ordinary boy of the Meng family in Jinling County, Meng Haobai, who was once the Great Departure Dynasty, has been possessed by the soul of Meng Haobai of that magic knife at this moment.

On that day, Meng Haobai sacrificed his body and soul with the secret technique of blood and magic, and used that earth-shattering sword to destroy the world, and died with the people who chased and killed him.

But somehow, he actually escaped a touch of the original soul, the true spirit is immortal, and by chance, he actually reappeared in the world in this way.

And the owner of the body he possessed happened to be called Meng Haobai, a disciple of the Meng family, a martial arts family in Jinling County.

The Meng family can be regarded as a strong party in Jinling County, with strong family power, and this Meng Haobai is the descendant of the Meng family.

But unexpectedly, many years ago, his father and mother fell in a monster riot, since then he has no support in the family, as a big family like the Meng family, the power disputes in the clan are extremely cruel, even if Meng Haobai is nominally a descendant, is one of the future heirs of the Meng family, but in this reality of the supremacy of force, he has no ability to protect himself only at the mercy of others.

So his next situation can be imagined, first he was deprived of the identity of the heir, then he was suppressed in the family, and finally because of some trivial things, he was beaten by the children of the Meng family of the same generation, Meng Haoze, and then this poor young man died quietly in the case of physical and mental exhaustion.

Looking back at the memories of the young man in his mind, Meng Haobai couldn't help pursing his lips, and then he snorted even more, and scolded in a low voice: "Useless things!"

Such an aggrieved and short life experience is not his Meng Lao Mo's demeanor, thinking that when his magic knife came out, who dared to disobey and dare to say irresponsible remarks in front of him, he was basically cut clean by him, which is like this kid, who was wronged and didn't say anything, and finally died of depression.

Meng Haobai shook his head, and then he didn't know who he was talking to, and said to himself: "Since Lao Tzu borrowed your body, he naturally wants to help you get justice, if you have a spirit in the sky, just watch how I do it!"

I don't know if it's an illusion or what, after saying this, Meng Haobai seems to feel that something is missing in his heart all of a sudden, there is no sense of emptiness, but it is more unblocked, he doesn't bother to care about these things, no matter how he says it, it can be regarded as an escape from death, of course, the first thing is to go outside to breathe fresh air.

Meng Haobai's hut was in the small courtyard at the edge of the entire Meng Mansion, the houses were dilapidated, and the walls around the courtyard had even peeled off the surface of the stucco, revealing the blue and black stone bricks inside, which showed how bad his situation was in the Meng family.

However, the future is long, since his magic sword Meng Haobai is here, those debts owed to him, he will naturally recover them one by one.

The weather is very good, above the blue sky, the sun is hanging high, the golden eyes are shining on the earth, there is a warm and warm atmosphere everywhere, feeling the cool breeze blowing in the face, Meng Haobai closed his eyes a little comfortably, carefully feeling the flow of breath in the air.

It's good to be alive!

After walking before the ghost gate was closed, Meng Haobai had such a feeling for the first time, even if it was such a small force of nature, it made him feel infinitely beautiful.

It's just that it seems that he is naturally sarcastic, and there will always be some discordant guys who want to break his harmonious atmosphere at the moment.

"Heh! Look at our Ninth Young Master, who has been beaten up like this, and can still have such a good mood, tsk, it really deserves to be the family heir of our Meng family!

A voice with a full mocking tone sounded, Meng Hao's white eyes narrowed, and he looked up, only to see that at the gate of the courtyard, there were three house slaves dressed in gray clothes of the Meng family walking in.

Meng Haobai seemed to remember in the memory of the young man, this guy seemed to be a thug servant called Niu San under Meng Haoze, and he cooperated with his master to bully this unlucky young man on weekdays.

I saw Niu three steps into the courtyard, without the slightest consciousness of a subordinate, looking at Meng Haobai's eyes, there was an undisguised playful look.

"The sixth young master specially sent the little one to see if you are safe and sound, now it seems that his old man still underestimates your physical endurance too much, as the saying goes, cockroaches that can't be killed, in the small way, this should be changed, and the ninth young master who can't be killed is right..."

"Hahahaha......!!!"

The two subordinates beside Niu San laughed as if they echoed, in front of this nominal disciple of the Meng family, there was not the slightest sense of inferiority and fear of being a slave of the subordinates.

"How bad is this kid..."Meng Haobai couldn't help but sigh helplessly in his heart.

Seeing that Meng Haobai was silent, Niu San and the others' posture became more and more arrogant, and at this moment, they seemed to be too lazy to even do the least superficial work, and said unceremoniously to Meng Haobai.

"Meng Haobai, the sixth young master has an order, if you don't die, go to see him immediately, otherwise you will be good-looking, hurry up, don't let our brothers do it." ”

Meng Haobai turned a deaf ear, still with an indifferent face, his eyes closed, as if he hadn't heard their words at all.

Seeing this, Niu San and the others couldn't help but have a sneer on their faces, and said secretly in their hearts: I knew that your kid wouldn't be so easy, so it's okay, just stretch your muscles.

"Ninth Young Master, since this is the case, then don't blame us for being rude!"

As he spoke, Niu San's fan-like big hand fanned straight towards Meng Haobai's face, looking at the faint excitement on his face, it was obviously deliberate, this was not just about to arrest him, I am afraid that venting on him, the so-called direct son of the Meng family, is their fundamental intention.

Bang!

A dull sound came out, and Niu San's originally excited and manic expression was a little sluggish at the moment, as if he couldn't believe it, looking at Meng Haobai with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Meng Haobai still had an indifferent expression, but at some point, his eyes had opened, and his left hand was like an iron cable blocking the river, blocking in front of Niu San's thick palm, making him unable to move.

"I'm in a good mood today, I don't want to kill people, you know each other, get out of here..."

Cold words spat out of his mouth, but the not-so-high tone exploded in the ears of Niu San and the others like a thunderbolt from the sky.

Is this still the Ninth Young Master of the Meng Family who was only submissive and cowardly by nature in the past, it is like a different person, not to mention the words that sounded a little hairy just now.

Although Niu San is a slave of the Meng family, he also has the cultivation of the third layer of internal qi on his body, plus he is born with the strength of a handle, and his fierce strength is not comparable to the young master of the Meng family, who is weak in body and has a humble cultivation.

But just now, Niu San's palm, although he didn't do his best, how could the heavy power contained in it be blocked by Meng Haobai so lightly.

The remaining two servants of the Meng family looked at each other, they looked at each other, and for some reason a trace of bad emotions rose in their hearts.

Niu San himself was also shocked, but after being surprised, a hideous smile appeared on his face, he withdrew his palm, and looked at Meng Haobai and said in a mocking tone.

"I didn't expect it! Our Ninth Young Master is still a hidden master! Niu San has the courage to ask the Ninth Young Master for a few tricks, and I hope that the Ninth Young Master will not hesitate to give advice! Look at the tricks!"

Without waiting for Meng Haobai to agree, Niu San swung out his right palm again, and slashed at Meng Haobai is head, only to see that the palm of his hand was actually glowing with a bit of black luster like metal.

Facing this fierce and domineering palm, a cold glint flashed in Meng Haobai's slightly narrowed eyes.

"There are always many people like you in the world, eager to die, I, Meng Haobai, will give you a ride!"

Hearing this, Niu San's disdainful and sarcastic words didn't have time to speak, the hideous smile on his face instantly froze, and then he showed a little panicked.

Without a goal, he stepped out with his right foot suddenly, stabilizing his body, and just as he was about to turn around to look for it, suddenly his cold hairs stood on end, and a cold and murderous words quietly sounded behind him.

"One slash, no mercy!"

As soon as the words fell, Niu San had already turned his head, and what caught his eye was Meng Haobai's young and immature, but inexplicably terrifying indifferent face, and at the same time, he also saw the two slaves who came with him with a shocked and frightened look on their faces.

"What are they afraid of?"

Niu San was puzzled, until the next second, he saw a headless body, the top of the neck was empty, and blood was still gushing out wildly, and then his eyes were black, and his consciousness completely dissipated...

Zhenyuezong is located in the famous mountains of the Great Wei State and the Tianyun Mountains.

The terrain is extensive, the forest is dense, the sect is higher than the dangerous peak and strange mountain in the Tianyun Mountain, and the end is deep and secluded, and the sky is high and far away.

At night, it is even quieter, except for the night breeze and the sound of the leaves, there is no other noisy sound, as if far away from the mortal dust.

At this moment, the night is deep, and the moonlight is like water.

It was supposed to be a recuperation for all things, and everyone went to sleep and rest, but Fang Yuan, who was lying on the bed, looked a little strange.

His brows were tightly locked, there was no slack state after ordinary people fell asleep, his hands were clenched into fists, there was still a little sweat between his eyebrows, and the whole person looked very struggling.

...

...

...

Fang Yuan was very frightened now.

Because he found himself inexplicably in a very strange place.

Darkness, endless darkness, there is not a trace of light to speak of, as far as the eye can see, everything is pitch black, and you can't see your fingers.

Panic, shock, doubt, all kinds of emotions came one after another.

Just when he was a little overwhelmed, suddenly, in front of his eyes, a faint point of light appeared, which was extremely dazzling in this pure black environment.

In a moment, the point of light expanded rapidly, and in a short time, it became a human-high ball of light.

Under Fang Yuan's horrified gaze, the light cluster changed several times, and under the agitation, it actually turned into a humanoid light cluster, and in this humanoid light cluster, various organs, flesh, blood, muscles and bones of the human body were all intertwined with each other with different colors of light.

There is also a long strip of light on the right hand of the humanoid light cluster, which is a light blade like a long knife.

I saw that it held a light blade in its hand, moving slowly, suddenly, a knife slashed forward, but the speed was extremely slow, followed by a knife sweeping, cutting, chopping, sweeping, dialing, chopping, one move, one move, all moving slowly, its speed like a turtle.

But after Fang Yuan saw it, his pupils shrank, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, because this set of knife techniques was really the nine-rank and third-rate knife technique that he was familiar with, and he was quick to slash with eight slashes.

It's just that this set of quick knives and eight slashes cast by this humanoid light group does not contain the essence of the knife technique recorded in the general outline of the secret book as the wind and as fast as electricity.

This slow sword technique is depressing to watch, and it is not even as pleasing to the eye as the speed of cultivating the sword technique from afar.

At first, Fang Yuan didn't think so, he was a little bored watching it slowly and leisurely swinging the light blade, but gradually, his eyes began to become a little dignified, the more he looked, the more surprised he became, and in the end, he watched it carefully intently, his expression was focused, and he didn't dare to miss the slightest subtle movement.

I saw that the light blade in the hand of the humanoid light group was either chopping, sweeping, dialing, or slashing, and each knife went out with a slow momentum and extremely slow speed, but there was a bit of unusual heavy qi emerging, as if it was like a mountain and a mountain, calm and smooth, and condensed and strong.

Fang Yuan also found that every time the humanoid light group swung out a knife, there were different parts of the flesh and muscles around the body, trembling slightly, it seemed to be a unique way of exerting force, each knife was different, eight knives passed, and the flesh and bones in all positions of the body were trembling slightly with a slight amplitude.

Eight knives passed, the humanoid light group retracted the knife and stood, and after a while, it started from the beginning, and once again slashed from the first knife, re-practicing the fast knife eight slashes that completely subverted the style along the way.

Involuntarily, Fang Yuan also began to follow this humanoid light cluster, holding his right hand weakly, imagining that he was holding a long knife in his hand, and then imitated its unique way of slashing, carefully noting down the muscles and muscles to exert force.

Then, Fang Yuan was also a knife, slowly coming out, a feeling different from the previous cultivation of the sword technique rose from his heart, a little awkward, but more of a wonderful feeling came to his heart,

"Xiaoyuan! Xiaoyuan!!"

Soon after Fang Yuan woke up, the news about him coming to his senses spread, after all, anyone who suddenly saw Fang Liuchen looking radiant and elated, could guess a rough idea.

Not to mention that as soon as he entered the room, he opened his mouth to make a bowl of good medicinal porridge for my grandson.

As soon as Ke Qizhi heard the news, he immediately rushed over, and happened to run into Liuchen above with a freshly boiled medicinal porridge and was about to enter the room.

As soon as he saw his shouting and panicking appearance, Fang Liuchen's original kind appearance immediately returned to his tough and savage posture in the past.

"I said you stinky boy! I yelled and screamed a fart! I don't know if Yuan'er just woke up and needs to rest and rest?! Disturb his mind, you are responsible! Get out of here! Get out of here!"

The old man reprimanded Ke Qizhi with a slap on his face, and spit on his face, which made him aggrieved and complained wildly in his heart.

(Big guy, your voice is much better than mine, okay, if it's really noisy enough for Fang Yuan to recuperate, it should be your pot!

Of course, he naturally didn't dare to say these words.

This old ancestor's style is well-known throughout the sect, beating an eighty-year-old man on the top and kicking a three-year-old bear child on the bottom, except for when facing Fang Yuan, he will be extraordinarily kind and kind, to whom, he depends on the mood.

Like at this moment, just spitting on his face, this old man is in a good mood, put aside the usual, tsk, that's unimaginable.

Rao was like this, he was also completely destroyed by the old guy's half-pillar of incense saliva, only to see him walk into the room with satisfaction, and give Fang Yuan the medicinal porridge that was about to be cold.

Looking at the back of the old man leaving, Ke Qizhi wiped his face, full of resentment.

Feelings: This old guy has vented all the negative emotions accumulated in the past ten days on himself, and he is hitting the muzzle of the gun, which is unlucky.

Still, he cautiously took a few steps forward and peered through the doorway.

Seeing that Fang Yuan had indeed woken up, and that he was still glancing at him with a little apology on his face, Ke Qizhi was completely relieved, and returned to his old bold smile, responded to Fang Yuan, gestured, and left happily.

......

After a while, Fang Yuan finished eating the medicinal porridge, and saw that the old man was happily busy lighting him with a tranquil incense, cleaned up the dishes, and said to him with a smile on his face.

"Okay, grandpa has lit you some incense, you should be able to sleep well by this time, don't think about those dream things, have a good rest." ”

After speaking, he packed up his things, closed the door, and left the house, but Fang Yuan looked at his departing back with some tears and laughter.

"I just ate, my stomach is so full, where can I sleep, grandpa is really. ”

He shook his head helplessly, his grandfather's temperament, he also knows it well, and his vigorous and resolute temperament has always been faster than he thinks, so he will do things out of tune for a long time.

Fang Yuan was a little bored, got out of bed, walked around the room, and was really a little flustered.

He went back to bed and lay down, but as soon as he closed his eyes, his mind was reminded of that strange dream.

recalled that white-clothed young man with a temperament like a sword and an unparalleled edge, Wan Jiansheng.

"Whether it's true or not, such characters, such style, and such courage are really impressive!"

"The mandate of heaven is like this, it is against the destiny of heaven, the general trend is like this, then the general trend is cut off, tsk, it is really arrogant, domineering, if you can do it like one-tenth of such a person in this life, it is worthy of life. ”

I always think of the words and momentum of Wan Jiansheng repeatedly in my heart.

Although there are only a few words, its demeanor and bearing are indeed extraordinary, and the mountains and rivers are magnificent.

Every time he thought of this, Fang Yuan couldn't help but yearn for it, and a wave of pride involuntarily surged in his heart.

"Yes! Martial artists should be like this, cultivation is an act against the sky, how can it be smooth sailing! A little setback, you will be discouraged, how can you achieve something!"

"I can't practice once, I can't practice twice, but if I try a thousand times, ten thousand times, maybe next time, I will be able to succeed in my cultivation!

Fang Yuan's mind was full of thoughts, and his thoughts were racing, and he didn't mean to fall asleep at all.

In the blink of an eye, he made up his mind, turned over from the bed and sat up, the resolute look in his eyes flashed, and his expression became more determined than ever.

"The heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds!"

"There's nothing to do anyway at the moment! It's better to try to cultivate and seize every minute and every second!"

"Practice hard and never slack off!"

With his mind already decided, he immediately sat down cross-legged, according to the basic posture of the Tuna Channeling Technique, his hands were folded in front of his chest, he went up and down, his fingers came out together, his eyes were slightly closed, and every sentence of the heart and method passed over his heart.

"Concentrate on calming the mind, calm the mind and stop the water, and forget the things and me, so that we can clear the qi and guide the yuan, draw the qi into the body, scatter it in the hundred remains, return to the meridians, recharge the sea of qi, and gather in the dantian .................."

Word by word, in the past, it was almost a familiar mantra, but at this moment, it made Fang Yuan feel a little different for the first time.

Almost instantly, Fang Yuan's mind was concentrated like never before.

In the past, once I began to breathe in the guidance, the restless mind was surprisingly calm and indifferent at the moment.

No distraction!

No chest tightness and irritability!

Some are just tranquil and far-reaching, the comfort of peace and tranquility, just like the desert, a long-walking traveler, looking for the oasis of life, Fang Yuan felt that at this moment, his whole person, his whole soul, at this moment, got an unprecedented rest, peace.

A sense of comfort from the depths of the soul arises spontaneously.

Immediately after, Fang Yuan felt that some unusual changes seemed to arise in his consciousness.

Obviously his eyes were closed, but he clearly felt that there was a colorful and gorgeous world in front of him.

Red, blue, yellow, green, blue, all kinds of colors are intertwined with each other, but they are distinct, and the water does not interfere with the river water, and coexists in the world.

Not only that, but they are like flowing water, not static, but swimming slowly and without stopping, full of life.

As if it were his own life and soul, the agile posture and the magnificent colors made it really the brightest landscape painting, full of colors and intoxicating.

Strength!

This is the various vitality that is separated from heaven and earth!

This is the Heaven and Earth Yuan that Fang Yuan has been unable to comprehend for a long time!

At this moment, they were actually so clearly visible in Fang Yuan's consciousness perception!

With such a clear perception, it must be how strong the spiritual will must be to reach such a state!

And just as Fang Yuan was immersed in and sighed at this unprecedented wonderful scene, in this colorful space, suddenly, there seemed to be something, wanting to get out of it, ready to move.

After a while, an almost white vitality stood out from the colorful spiritual energy, and even followed Fang Yuan's thoughts, towards Fang Yuan.

Immediately after, Fang Yuan felt as if there was a stream of peaceful and warm heat pouring into his body through the thousands of pores all over his body.

It didn't take long for this hot current to swim all over his body, and his limbs and bones were soaked by it, and the whole person seemed to be in a steaming hot spring, so comfortable that he couldn't help but hum comfortably.

Not only that, but this hot current gradually penetrated deep into his internal organs, seeping into the meridians of his body, constantly swimming, flowing, following a specific route, over and over again, as if washing away all the viscera, flesh, and bones in his body.

Satisfy!

Unprecedented satisfaction!

It's not the kind of superficial satisfaction that is fed and supported on weekdays, it's a kind of satisfaction that seems to be transmitted from the deepest part of the body, and the whole person's soul seems to be replenished and replenished.

Fun!

Every inch of his body, every bit of flesh and bones, seemed to be cheering, hungry and crazy to absorb this hot current.

Gradually, he felt that this satisfaction had reached its extreme, and even began to feel faintly full, as if it could no longer grow.

At this time, the flow of this heat flow did not stop there, but became more and more fierce, majestic, and constantly surging in his body, like a wild horse on the loose, the violent posture even made Fang Yuan feel a feeling of swelling and pain, and his whole body was about to burst.

At this time of danger, the heat flow suddenly seemed to find a new outlet.

The originally fixed route, suddenly, a turn, rushed straight into Fang Yuan's belly dantian position.

Rumble!

Fang Yuan's heart moved, he heard a strange noise, it came from the depths of his body, it was this heat flow, as if it had hit some kind of barrier, and the momentum of the rushing flow was hindered.

It is an invisible barrier above the sea of dantian qi!

All of a sudden, the heat flow seemed to be enraged, and suddenly, the gentle heat flow, which was originally like a stream, suddenly became ferocious, surging forward and impacting, just like the Yangtze River.

Rush into the sea!

Big waves!

The roaring heat flowed, with an almost furious ferocious momentum, and slammed into the invisible barrier!

Click!

Fang Yuan's whole body was shocked, he felt that this barrier, the impact appeared as dense cracks like spider webs, making a sound as if something was shattering.

At the same time, this heat flow did not have the slightest intention of stopping, and it was still rushing towards the barrier without interruption.

Bang!

The barrier was completely shattered, and the heat flow completely shattered the invisible barrier, rushing straight into his dantian.

Suddenly, as if opening the world, a new space opened up in his dantian, and the surging heat flow seemed to flow into the river, pouring into it in a steady stream and gathering into a group.

Carefree!

Promptitude!

And the fullness that is getting bigger and bigger!

Abruptly, as if he had reached the limit, Fang Yuan couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly opened his eyes and opened his mouth.

"Ang !!"

A loud and long whistle came from his mouth, full of breath and high-pitched, as if it had penetrated the nine heavens and pierced through the golden stone.

This long howl lasted for a long time before it gradually stopped, and the sound gradually faded.

And at this moment, Fang Yuan was sitting on the bed, his eyes were black and white, blazing, and there was an unprecedented essence that passed by from time to time.

On the delicate face, there is an unprecedented ruddy blood, and the face that has always been pale and yellowish reveals such a healthy color for the first time.

And there was still a look of disbelief on his face, and his eyes were full of shock.

"I am.... Kaiyuan... A ?!!!"

"I actually reached the realm of Kaiyuan Yizhong!!"

Fang Yuan was stunned, he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

Ever since he was six years old, Fang Yuan had begun to try to cultivate Kaiyuan and condense his Yuan Qi, however, God didn't want to see him, and he tried again and again, he couldn't even do the most basic steps of perceiving the Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth.

Tried again and again, day after day.

Not once, not once, not even the slightest sign of being able to perceive vitality.

This heaven and earth seemed to have drawn an insurmountable huge moat and chasm with him, separating him.

There is no hope in cultivation! There is no end to the martial arts!

Not to mention all kinds of rumors, all kinds of ridicule, all kinds of white eyes, and all kinds of ridicule in the sect since then!

All of this has left an indelible damage in his young heart.

He became silent, he became more and more withdrawn, and only because of this was that he could try his best to prevent the gossip from collapsing.

He started working hard, he started practicing hard, he wanted to prove himself, he wanted to break the sarcasm of these guys.

However, reality has hit him hard again and again.

Fang Yuan was about to despair, seeing that the moment of judgment of the sixteen-year-old adult was getting closer and closer, he already wanted to give up.

But now!

He actually successfully entered the state of cultivation, concentrating and calming for the first time, and feeling the heaven and earth vitality that was free from the outside world for the first time!

And in such a short period of time, he was actually able to successfully open up the Qi Sea Dantian and introduce Yuan into the body.

This happiness gift package that fell from the sky stunned him in an instant, and the whole person was a little stunned.

In the past many years, I have been practicing hard day and night, but I can't break this curse-like fate no matter what.

However, at this moment, so inadvertently, he was like a leisurely stroll, easily leaping.

However, it has only been the time to cultivate a pillar of incense!

He was actually able to gather such a strong heaven and earth vitality into the body, successfully perceived the vitality, attracted the body, and also broke through the dantian barrier to build a sea of qi.

Ecstasy!

A huge ecstasy suddenly surged into my heart!

This unrealistic situation made Fang Yuanwu look at his hands in disbelief.

Although he clearly felt a full and powerful feeling coming from his body.

Although he also felt that the feeling of weakness that had been haunting him all this time disappeared for the first time.

In its place, it is a spirit that shines like never before, and the mind is clear!

"Hmm!"

A pungent smell came through his nostrils, and the stench that came back to him came back to his senses.

Fang Yuan couldn't help frowning slightly, he looked down, and saw that the surface of his skin was covered by a thick layer of black paste, which was disgusting, and it exuded an unpleasant smell, stench, and almost disgusting.

"This is! Cutting the hair and washing the marrow, refining the flesh and blood!"

Fang Yuan was pleasantly surprised, this situation, after reading countless books on cultivation, he knew very well that this was clearly the situation of refining the body and washing the physical body when the Qi Qi Sea was first initiated, when the Kaiyuan entered the body, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi entered the physical body and penetrated into the muscles and bones.

In this way, the biggest benefit is the miraculous effect of cutting hair and washing the marrow, and being reborn.

These black pastes are the filthy impurities contained in his flesh and blood, which are now removed from his flesh and bones under the training of the vitality of heaven and earth.

Looking at the thick layer of black scabs on his body, Fang Yuan couldn't help but sigh with emotion, how many disgusting impurities were hidden in the blood of his body.

The stench of the sky made the whole room smell of smoke, Fang Yuan immediately got out of bed, like an arrow from the string, rushed out of the house, and rushed towards the stream above the mountain peak.

Feeling his powerful and steady downgame, an unprecedented sense of strength, and the breeze constantly passing through his ears, Fang Yuan really couldn't help but want to shout loudly, and the joy in his heart was indescribable.

In the past, it had taken him half an hour to walk, but today, under the strength of his feet, it was only a quarter of an hour before he came to the side of the mountain stream.

The sticky and uncomfortable feeling all over his body made him jump directly into the stream, letting the flowing stream wash over his body, and he kept scrubbing with his hands.

Gradually, the thick layer of black scabs was scrubbed and removed by him, revealing the skin that had been concealed.

Rounded!

Clearly!

Plump!

The arm, which was once almost dry and thin, actually faintly had a bit of muscle lines at this moment, and the shriveled body, like a balloon that had been blown up, swelled a little.

Although it is not as majestic and burly as Ke Qizhi's sturdy body, at least it is no longer the weak body that can't help but be windy.

Fang Yuan looked at his appearance reflected in the water curtain, his hair, which was once slightly yellow and slightly curly, became a little black and shiny at this moment.

The once thin and pale face, a faint flush appeared on the cheeks.

used to have a pair of godless eyes, black and white, warm and spiritual, and the delicate face was still a little heroic, and the whole person seemed to have changed his face.

"Hahahahaha!!haha

Fang Yuan looked up to the sky and laughed, and the depression in his heart for many years was swept away at this moment.

Bitterness and bitterness, all kinds of tastes, are replaced by pleasure at this moment, his wild laughter, with a few breakdowns, a little crying with joy, a little venting, and a little bit of never, faint pride!

This goes on for a moment, and the laughter fades to a halt.

Wow!

Fang Yuan jumped out of the water and landed on the shore, his face was still a little excited, and in the dark pupils of his eyes, the essence swept by.

"Strike while the iron is hot! From today onwards, we will get rid of this waste name!"

Time is running out, Fang Yuan knows very well in his heart, although he doesn't know why, he can now successfully cultivate and open the Yuan in one day.

However, at the end of the year, the rules in the gate, if the Kaiyuan sixfold is not reached, the sect will be expelled and dispatched.

At this moment, it is not yet the time for him to be completely at ease and enjoy pleasure.

After years of hard work day and night, but without the slightest hope, he finally fulfilled his long-cherished wish today, which made him still feel a little unreal.

The wonderful taste of the practice made him even more intoxicated, and almost without the slightest hesitation, he sat down directly on the shore, sat cross-legged again, pinched the seal with both hands, and his mind sank into the state of cultivation.

As before, the miraculous scene reappeared.

The colorful world of Yuan Qi appeared in his consciousness, just like before, and the white Yuan Qi of heaven and earth followed his guidance, incorporated into his body, and returned to the sea of Qi.

Succeeding again completely dissipated the last trace of worry that still existed in his heart before.

This time it's true! He's really able to cultivate!

Fang Yuan's mood was a little agitated, and under the excitement, even his mind was also affected, and the Yuan Qi world, which was originally clearly visible, began to tremble a little, and there were vague signs.

He hurriedly cleaned up his mood and calmed his mood, and the setbacks and tempering over the years had made Fang Yuan develop a good character of perseverance, silence and fortitude.

In a few breaths, he adjusted his state of mind and once again fell into a state of tranquility like water that was in line with his cultivation state of mind.

The breathing is close and steady, and the chest is lying together, implying a certain regular charm.

After a while, Fang Yuan's side gradually gathered a faint heaven and earth vitality like a white mist, flowing into his body along all the pores of his body.

Immersed in his practice, his consciousness gradually entered a state of forgetting both things and himself, empty and indifferent.

...

I don't know how long it took, Fang Yuan frantically absorbed the vitality, and the meridians in his body seemed to be faintly tired and tired.

In the sea of qi, there were bursts of slightly rising feelings, which made him know in his heart that today's cultivation had reached the extreme, and if it continued, he was afraid that it would be harmful and useless.

Decisively, Fang Yuan slowly withdrew from the state of cultivation.

He opened his eyes and gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, a white light flashed in his pupils, and the surging and sufficient sense of power in his body made Fang Yuan look happy.

The vigor of the vitality in the sea of qi has approached the extreme peak of the Kaiyuan First Heavy, so it seems that it will not be long before he will be able to break through again and enter the realm of the Kaiyuan Second Heavy.

"I can't imagine that for many years, I can't even perceive the vitality, but now I can finally succeed in cultivating, and the heaven and earth vitality that can be brought together is so strong, and the speed of refining the vitality is also extremely fast, hehe, is this considered a thick accumulation..."

"But it's really strange to say, now that I have started to practice, all the restlessness and restless mood swings in my heart have disappeared, and all the distracting thoughts and illusions that often appear in my mind have also disappeared, and my mind is even more concentrated.

"Why the hell?" Fang Yuan was still extremely puzzled.

Although he was able to set foot in the cultivation at this moment, the rapid progress made him feel happy and happy.

But why there was such a change, the reason is really incomprehensible to him, looking back on this period of time, he has not been exposed to anything special, has had any special encounters.

Wait a minute!

That dream!

Blood Moon!

Suddenly, Fang Yuan seemed to remember something, and his pupils suddenly dilated.

"Could it be the wonder I saw that night?!"

"By the way, I remember I was hit by something and fell into a coma, and that's why I had that strange dream. ”

"Could it be that there is some unknown mystery in this?"

Fang Yuan's eyes flashed with thought, and a flash of inspiration flashed, and he seemed to feel that he had faintly grasped the source of the great changes in his body.

But the specific reason for this still confuses him and does not understand.

After thinking for a moment, he finally shook his head and sighed.

"Forget it, being able to practice is already a great luck, as for what the reason is, and what other changes will there be, then let's talk about it later, there's no need to be too entangled. ”

"If you come, you will be safe!"

After figuring out this section, Fang Yuan didn't bother to think about it anymore.

As soon as he grabbed the clothes he had thrown on the shore, slung them over his shoulders, and hummed a pleasant tune in his mouth, he walked toward his hut.

On the way, looking at everything around him, he felt that it was so beautiful, and his face was full of satisfied smiles.

"The breeze is blowing, the sun is warm, what a beautiful world!"

A merry heart makes a cheerful countenance.

This sentence can be said to be fully revealed from Fang Yuan today.

Along the way, there was always a smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyebrows involuntarily rose up, and there was a flying look between his eyebrows, and the depressed temperament of the whole person in the past disappeared.

However, it is also thanks to the fact that he did not meet people in the sect along the way, otherwise there would be another rumor about him from tomorrow: the famous Zhenyue Sect wasted Fang Yuan, and finally had a nervous breakdown and fell into madness.

In any case, Fang Yuan was very excited, excited, and almost couldn't wait to return to the hut and share this great news with Fang Liuchen.

The thought of the wonderful expression on the old man's face when he heard the news made Fang Yuan laugh out loud, and the steps under his feet subconsciously sped up a few points.

It didn't take long for him to come outside the courtyard, and before he could enter the courtyard, he couldn't help but shout.

"Grandpa!

There were several shouts, but the courtyard was quiet, and there was not the slightest movement.

Fang Yuan couldn't help but be slightly stunned, shouldn't it, according to the old man's previous temperament, if he shouted like this, he would have rushed out of the room a long time ago, how could he be so peaceful.

Fang Yuan suppressed the doubts in his heart, pushed open the gate of the courtyard, and went straight towards the central main house.

Bang!

"Grandpa!

As if playing a prank, Fang Yuan slammed open the door and rushed into Fang Liuchen's room, with a somewhat naughty appearance, as soon as he entered the door, he puffed up his breath and shouted loudly, intending to scare him.

Now that he is able to cultivate, he seems to have finally unloaded the heavy shackles of his soul in the past, and his whole person has become a little more cheerful, naughty and playful, full of lively and upward vitality, which is like the appearance of a teenager should have.

It's just that Fang Yuan looked left and right in the room, it was still empty, the room was still quiet, and there was no trace of Fang Liuchen everywhere, which made Fang Yuan scratch the back of his head a little dazed.

"Strange, where have the people gone?"

...

Next, Fang Yuan searched almost the entire courtyard, but he didn't find any trace of Fang Liuchen, and even Fang Liuchen's portable blade disappeared, and it seemed that he had taken it away.

"What the hell is going on?"

It seemed a little unusual to let Fang Liuchen carry all the blades with him, Fang Yuan rubbed his chin, his face was a little solemn, and there was a faint melancholy in the depths of his pupils.

But for now, he could only go back to his room and wait for Fang Liuchen to come back by himself.

Reluctantly returned to his room, and as soon as he closed the door, Fang Yuan turned around and glanced at him.

"Huh?"

I don't know when there was a white letter raft on the table, pressed it with a teacup, Fang Yuan strode forward, picked up the letter raft and looked at it carefully.

"Good grandson, grandpa has something to go out, as short as three or five days, as much as one or two months, Ning Shenxiang has been placed next to the incense burner, remember to order one every night, pay attention to safety. ”

Fang Yuan recognized that this crooked handwriting was not left by Fang Liuchen.

These few words are indeed Fang Liuchen's style, it seems that his estimate is correct, something has happened.

It's just that the possibility of three or five days is not too great, and it will take a month, Fang Yuan is still very clear about his ancestor.

With his old man's cultivation, it was rare for him to have any situation that could pose a threat to him under normal circumstances, although he was still a little worried, Fang Yuan was not too worried.

It's just that his face is full of joy, and it is a pity that he can't share his joy.

However, recalling today, which can be said to be the luckiest day in his life so far, his heart still can't help but feel a little hot, and his eyes are extremely bright.

Smacking his lips in a state of mind, Fang Yuan still decided to get a good night's sleep, his mood at the moment was a little disordered, and he was no longer suitable for cultivation, although every second counted, the necessary rest was still essential.

Looking at the red sun that had sunk into the sky, and the sky that had been stained with a little bit of night, Fang Yuan locked all the doors in the courtyard, returned to his room, washed up a little, and went to bed directly.

However, he seemed to have forgotten to light the tranquil incense that Fang Liuchen had said.

....

The days change and the stars shift, and the sky is dark.

The soft moonlight, sprinkled on the earth, through the window, shone on Fang Yuan's body, slowly climbing upward, and not long after, the moonlight directly shone on Fang Yuan's face, illuminating his small face in a bright spot.

Fang Yuan slept soundly, his eyes were naturally relaxed and closed, his expression was peaceful, even without Ning Shenxiang, he slept very well, not at all like before, unable to fall asleep, with nightmares and nightmares.

After a while, it seemed that subconsciously, sensing the dazzling light, he unconsciously scratched his face and turned over, as if to avoid the moonlight.

At this moment, suddenly, a strong feeling of dizziness struck from the depths of Fang Yuan's mind, expanding more and more.

Before Fang Yuan could wake up and react, he only felt that after the violent whirlwind, his consciousness suddenly emptied.

It seems to have traveled through endless time and space.

Swish!

In the next second, Fang Yuan finally stopped his dizziness, his consciousness was clear, and when he came back to his senses, his pupils suddenly shrank.

I saw what appeared in front of me, it was the same as in that dream, in all directions, there was a desolate yellow earth, dead and silent, and exhausted.

Not even the wind.

It was still so dim, Fang Yuan was a little frightened, he subconsciously looked up at the sky, above the sky, there were still dark clouds, and there was no day.

But fortunately, it was not like that day, the black clouds were rolling, and the evil spirit was soaring into the sky, just covering the sky, and there was no light of day.

Fang Yuan was a little stunned: "Why did I come to this ghost place again!"

He still remembered all the things in the dream that day, and it was very profound, such a terrifying and weird scene, he didn't want to go through it a second time.

However, it is usually the norm in life that things backfire.

In Fang Yuan's frightened and helpless gaze, a somewhat familiar figure quietly appeared in the air, still dressed in white, with a straight body and a frosty expression.

"Hey, here we go again....."

Fang Yuan rubbed his temples with a little headache, and looked up at the white-clothed young man named Wan Jiansheng with a wry smile.

I saw that Wan Jiansheng didn't say anything, and even those pair of eyes that were as bright as morning stars didn't look at Fang Yuan.

He soared into the void, and in the wide pure white robe, a pair of slender and wide palms stretched out from it, carrying his hands behind his back, looking into the distance, motionless, like a statue.

Fang Yuan, who was not far away, had already sat down directly, drooping his head listlessly, and looked at Wan Jiansheng carelessly.

"Hurry up, finish early, wake up early....."

That indifferent appearance of a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water really makes people a little ridiculous.

What happened next, however, was somewhat unexpected.

Wan Jiansheng, a white-clothed young man in front of him, suddenly slowly raised his right hand, and in Fang Yuan's almost dull eyes, his palm was void.

Whew!

A tearing sound like a crack sounded, and then countless pure white vitality surged between heaven and earth, gathering in his right hand, and one after another vitality blended with each other and condensed into one.

In a few breaths, it was actually condensed into a simple long sword with a pure white body in Wan Jiansheng's right hand!

I saw that on the blade of this white long sword, a dazzling cold light flashed, and a sharp breath came to my face, the sharp edge was sharp, and the sword qi was surging, it was simply a peerless sword that was as sharp as clay!

The void gathers qi and becomes a sword out of thin air!

If this Ten Thousand Sword Beings were real characters, then his sword cultivation was simply terrifying, such a powerful sword intent, and the supreme kung fu of turning the void into a blade in one hand, in Fang Yuan's cognition, even the current number one master of the Zhenyue Sect, the contemporary sect master Shen Tianhong, was afraid that he was beyond the reach of the dust.

Immediately after, ten thousand swords came to life!

I saw that his right hand holding the sword was raised to his chest, and a sword came out, towards the void in front of him, and slowly stabbed out, the speed was very slow, as if it had been slowed down thousands of times, it was a simple stab, but it seemed as long as centuries.

However, Fang Yuan felt an unusual aura, different from the last time he saw Wan Jiansheng's sharp edge, the sword intent was awe-inspiring, and the killing machine was everywhere.

This stabbing sword, although slow, but gave birth to a bit of majestic, heavy feeling, as if on the sword body, there are 10,000 catties of boulders sparing no effort to oppress, like a mountain like a mountain, condensed.

This sword has no wind or waves, neither the amazing sword that rises to the sky, nor the unparalleled sharpness of ghosts and gods.

But Wan Jiansheng was like a demonic barrier, the sword stabbed to the extreme, slowly withdrew, and repeated the previous action again, still the same stab, heavy and slow forward.

One sword! Another sword!

Even Fang Yuan knew the sword stabbing technique in the foundation of this sword, Wan Jiansheng kept repeating it, sword after sword, hundreds of times had passed, or only this thorn, there was no change in any gorgeous and fancy moves.

It's just that gradually, this sword has undergone a bit of a different change in Fang Yuan's eyes.

Wan Jiansheng's extremely ordinary sword stabbed out, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi surging around his body gathered more violently and strongly, and his body seemed to absorb these Yuan Qi into his body at an astonishing speed.

All over his body, every muscle, bone and flesh seemed to come out with this sword, producing extremely subtle tremors, which were almost imperceptible to the naked eye, and there was an indescribable mysterious charm in it.

And as his sword came out one after another, the vitality seemed to not only pour into his Qi Sea Dantian, but also seemed to tremble with that unique muscles and bones, and went deep into the flesh and bones, scattered in his limbs and bones.

After a while, Fang Yuan was surprised to find that Wan Jiansheng's physical physique was actually like that sword, gradually rising a bit of a thick and condensed aura, as if his body had increased a lot in this moment, but his appearance and body still did not change in the slightest, as if there was an imperceptible magical change inside his body.

Subconsciously, Fang Yuan's eyes followed Wan Jiansheng's movements closely, every subtle change, he took it in mind, and his body stood up involuntarily, although there was no sword in his hand, he learned from Wan Jiansheng, his right hand was raised, and he also handed it forward again and again.

I don't know how long it was, Wan Jiansheng was afraid that he had stabbed out thousands of swords, and even Fang Yuan followed the study like this, he felt pain in his muscles and bones, beads of sweat all over his forehead, and the whole person couldn't stand it anymore and sat down on the ground.

Under this Dong Shi effect, Fang Yuan not only did not have a surging vitality and a strong body like Wan Jiansheng, but he was tired and his back was sore and exhausted, so he could only watch Wan Jiansheng practice by himself.

Time is like this, minute by minute.

Suddenly, without any warning, Wan Jiansheng came out with another sword, but this sword was even slower than all the swords he had stabbed before, and it was also heavier than ever.

What's even more terrifying is that his sword slowly comes out, and every time it passes, it stirs up ripples in the air that are visible to the naked eye.

The void seemed to be pierced by this sword, and around the blade, there were terrible black holes generated after the space collapsed, exuding a terrifying aura that made people palpitate, and the majestic and solemn feeling on the sword body was almost exerted to the extreme.

Bang!

The tip of the sword came to an end, and the void it touched actually appeared out of thin air, a huge black hole appeared, the void collapsed, and the fierce Gangfeng, like a knife, shot out in all directions, the wind rose everywhere, rolling up countless wind and sand, and even Fang Yuan had to lie on the ground, holding a huge mountain rock to the death, so that he could not be blown away by this wind.

After a long time, the wind stopped.

Fang Yuan got up in embarrassment, his whole body was covered with yellowed mud and sand, and with a frightened expression, he set his eyes on Wan Jiansheng.

At this moment, the long sword condensed from the void in Wan Jiansheng's hand had disappeared, and he returned to the proud posture of his hands behind his back, but he was facing him, looking at him with a pair of bright eyes, and slowly spit out a few words in his mouth.

"Futian Sword Stake. ”

Futian Sword Stake?!

Fang Yuan was stunned, what does this mean.

Before he could react, Wan Jiansheng's body shrank suddenly, and in an instant, it turned into a small point of light, and in an instant, the point of light moved, like a streamer cutting through the air, directly hitting the position between Fang Yuan's eyebrows, and disappeared.

And Fang Yuan was even more knocked down by this blow, and his eyes were dark, and his body fell straight back.

Before he passed out, the last resentful thought flashed through his mind.

"Why is it always so rough every time....."

"Hmm....."

In the room, Fang Yuan opened his eyes in a daze, the sun outside the window was already high in the sky, and the golden sunlight shone directly on his face through the window, causing him to frown and close his eyes.

"Whew, I haven't slept so comfortably in a long time, it's so cool!"

Fang Yuan got out of bed, stretched his waist, and when he woke up, he only felt refreshed and full of energy, the listlessness after waking up, the poor spirit was completely gone, and the powerful feeling coming from all over his body made him can't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

Cracking sound!

With the sound of bones ringing, Fang Yuan stretched his muscles and bones, and walked straight out of the room, looking at the already bright scenery, enjoying the warm sunshine, he squinted his eyes slightly, felt the breeze in his ears, and was in a good mood.

"By the way, last night, it seems that I dreamed of that ten thousand swords again...."

Suddenly, a proud figure flashed in his mind, and his originally smiling face couldn't help but freeze slightly, his face was pensive, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

"It's so strange, it's okay to dream about it once, how can you dream of a stranger you've never met twice, and... And it seems, in a dream, he seems to say something to me....."

Fang Yuan thought hard, and when he woke up, most of the fragments in the dream had begun to blur.

He only remembered that in his dream, this unknown mysterious young man, Wan Jiansheng, reappeared, and this time he seemed to have done something to him, and said a few words.

He racked his brains, trying to recall the contents of the dream, but it seemed to be in vain, and the memory in his mind seemed to have been cut alive, blank, and he couldn't recall it at all.

"Forget it, don't think about it so much, you still have to continue to cultivate hard today, time is pressing, you can't slack off!"

I really couldn't think of it, Fang Yuan was not a person who liked to drill the horns of the bull, so he just ignored it.

For now, his mind still has to be on cultivation, after all, the problem in front of him at the moment, except for cultivation, there is no other way to solve it.

Without thinking about it, after Fang Yuan washed up a little, he planned to go out and meditate by the stream yesterday.

The creek is located in the middle of nowhere, and it is a good place to practice because of the fresh air, quiet environment, and light flowing water.

However, just as Fang Yuan closed the gate of the courtyard and was about to move towards the direction of the mountain stream, several loud noises suddenly came from the sky, resounding through the sky.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

Hearing this, Fang Yuan's eyes froze.

"This is the sound of the Chongyue bell! The three bells ring mean that something big has happened in the sect, and the whole sect, all the disciples of the sect, must go to the main peak, and gather on the square of Zhenyue Peak, there must be no shortage!"

Fang Yuan was surprised and puzzled, but he was not slow at all, and rushed to Zhenyue Peak at great speed.

Chongyue Bell is a symbol of the majesty of the sect, and it is a huge bronze bell hanging high on the Zhenyue Peak.

On weekdays, every morning and at dusk, there will be disciples who are responsible for ringing the big bell, and the bell rings through the mountain peaks.

Generally speaking, the bell rings just once, as a reminder to the disciple that the day passes.

For matters similar to the assessment of the sect's disciples, the Chongyue bell will ring twice to signal the official opening of the competition.

The two sounds generally mean that there is something important happening in the sect, except for the sect Dabi, in other cases, only the people above the elder level need to go to the main hall of Zhenyue Peak to discuss.

And once the Chongyue bell is struck and rings three times, it means that the Zhenyue Sect has something important about the whole sect.

Three sounds sounded, all the disciples of the Zhenyue Sect, no matter who they were, as long as they were within the sect, must go to the Zhenyue Peak Square within a quarter of an hour to gather, without the slightest delay, but anyone who violates it will be severely punished.

This is an order that even Fang Yuan, a weak disciple of the sect must go to participate!

Naturally, he didn't stop and immediately set off for Zhenyuezong Square.

The mountain roads are rugged, strange rocks, and overgrown with vegetation.

If this is according to the thin body when Fang Yuan had not succeeded in Kaiyuan in the past, and arrived within a quarter of an hour, it can only be a fantasy.

The success of Kaiyuan does not allow the cultivator's skill to rise sharply, and his combat power to change drastically.

Even in the first few realms of Kaiyuan, the combat power between each other is almost the same, but this basic martial arts cultivation realm is undoubtedly the training and strengthening of one's own body and foundation.

Even if it was just Kaiyuan Yizhong, the cultivator's physical fitness would be fundamentally improved, and all aspects would be increased, especially under Fang Yuan's physique, which was weak in the past, it was even more obvious.

Rao was like this, when Fang Yuan rushed to it with all his might, he was just stuck in the time period when a quarter of an hour was about to pass, and he barely rushed to Zhenyuefeng Square.

At this time, the square was already crowded with people, and the disciples of all walks of life had arrived, and the black pressure was overwhelming.

Fang Yuan rushed in at this time, undoubtedly attracting everyone's attention.

I saw that he was sweating profusely, his clothes were soaked and embarrassed, almost everyone showed a playful look, the corners of his mouth were a little bantering, and in his eyes when he looked at Fang Yuan, disdain and disdain were undisguised.

But no one dared to mock him at such a time.

No matter what, behind him stood the most unreasonable elder master of the Zhenyue Sect, who met in private on weekdays, laughed a few words, and according to Fang Yuan's temperament, he would not complain to Fang Liuchen, it was harmless, and there was no loss.

But in this kind of high-profile scene, if anyone dares to speak casually and ridicule, it will inevitably reach Fang Liuchen's ears, and if this old ancestor knows, there will be no good fruit to eat, and he won't tell you anything about bullying the small and unkind.

Therefore, although everyone has a contemptuous and disdainful attitude towards Fang Yuan, at least on the surface, no one will blatantly embarrass Fang Yuan at this time.

He also walked directly to the back of the team and stood, not too far from the crowd, not too close, quietly waiting for Shen Tianhong and the others to come.

"Xiaoyuan. ”

A familiar voice sounded, and Fang Yuan couldn't help but look sideways, only to see Ke Qizhi walking through the crowd and towards him.

As soon as he saw him, he laughed and patted Fang Yuan's shoulder and said.

"Tut-tut, look at your face, it seems that you are recovering well, stinky boy! I'm still scared and worried, hahaha, but it's okay, it's okay!

Feeling the deliberately retracted palm on his shoulder, looking at this familiar face, Fang Yuan couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in his heart, and with a soft smile, he teased back.

"Don't worry, I can't die, my life is big, but it's you, don't hang your heart and burp in advance!"

Forehead!

Ke Qizhi was choked for a moment, and then with a look of disbelief, he looked at Fang Yuan in a daze, his expression was a little sluggish.

This is not like Fang Yuan he knows!

In the past, Fang Yuan's temperament was depressed and cold, even in the face of his best friend, it was difficult to smile, let alone ridicule like this, it was one of the few.

Looking at the overflowing smile on Fang Yuan's face, Ke Qizhi was a little stunned, and subconsciously stretched out his broad palm and pinched it towards his face.

"Oh!!"

A low howl of pain sounded, causing many people to look back, only to see Ke Qizhi covering his pinched red cheeks, crying out in pain, jumping up and down, and looking at Fang Yuan was amused.

After a while, Ke Qizhi calmed down, and said with a somewhat surprised look.

"I'm going! I'm not dreaming! Xiaoyuan! What's going on with you! This doesn't look like your style!"

Hearing this, Fang Yuan's eyes were actually a little ashamed.

In the past, I was silent and cold, didn't like to talk, and always had an indifferent attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

Although many playmates who grew up together in childhood eventually alienated themselves because they were unable to practice.

But his cold and gloomy temperament is not the main reason why they don't want to see him.

Even Ke Qizhi, who has always been a close friend, gave him a lot of faces, although he didn't mean it, but such a cold gesture hurt the hearts of many people.

Looking at Ke Qizhi's face full of curiosity, Fang Yuan was a little ashamed.

Speaking of which, if it weren't for Ke Qizhi's bold nature, who values love and righteousness, I am afraid that he would have become a loner a long time ago, and there would be no one to talk to except his grandfather.

In the future, I can't be like the same as before!Fang Yuan secretly made up his mind in his heart.

Facing Ke Qizhi's questioning gaze, Fang Yuan smiled slightly.

"I'm telling you, I can ............"

Just as he was about to tell him about what he could cultivate, at this time, a deep voice suddenly sounded.

"Sect Master has arrived!"

Hearing this, all the disciples in the square had straight faces, including Ke Qizhi and Fang Yuan, all of them immediately stood up straight, silent, with serious expressions, and their eyes were all looking straight at the huge platform in front of the square.

I saw Shen Tianhong's figure entering from the side of the platform and walking to the front of the stage.

At this moment, Shen Tianhong showed the majesty of the sect master, his demeanor was solemn and solemn, his robe was smooth, his black hair was neat, and behind him were the high-level officials of the sect, including Tang Yanming.

They all looked serious and silent, just standing towards the sky in front of them.

Seeing this situation, although the disciples of the sect were puzzled, no one dared to discuss it in private, and all of them suppressed their curiosity in their hearts, and they also stood silent.

For a while, the huge square and the vast crowd actually formed a silent atmosphere, which was almost audible when a needle dropped, and the strength of the Zhenyue Sect could be seen from this.

After a while, suddenly, Shen Tianhong's eyes opened, and an astonishing divine light erupted in his eyes, and he looked up in a direction above the heavenly dome.

"It's coming!"

I saw a sudden gust of wind in the square, the wind and sand were rising, and there was a strong sound of breaking the sky above the sky, and such a strange movement caused many disciples in the square to look up.

But before they could see anything clearly, on the wide platform on that side, suddenly, a magic boat more than twenty zhang long, glowing with a cold metallic luster, floated in the air.

"Flying Boat!"

Fang Yuan couldn't help but let out a low sigh.

The flying boat is a treasure specially used to fly in the air, and it is very convenient to use it to rush the road, which is extremely fast and very convenient.

This kind of magic boat is not something that everyone can have, and there are only three pieces in the entire Zhenyue Sect.

"It's extraordinary!" Fang Yuan thought to himself.

Next, on top of the Dharma boat, there were ten people descending and gently landing on the table.

Among them, there are old and young, and all ten of them are dressed in blue and blue strong clothes, with extraordinary bearing and high spirits, and they are famous people at first glance.

The leader seems to be a middle-aged man, he has an ordinary appearance and an ordinary figure, but he has a faint elegant temperament, and there is a bit of indescribable domineering between his eyebrows and eyes, and his demeanor is amazing.

But after seeing him fall on the table, the Dharma Boat shrank rapidly, and then fell into his hand, and with a flip in his palm, the Dharma Boat disappeared.

Next, he walked towards Shen Tianhong and the others, laughing even more heartily, his voice rolling like a tide.

"Sect Master Shen, I haven't seen you for many years, don't come here unharmed!"

Shen Tianhong took a step forward, and he also laughed loudly, like thunder.

"Where can it be compared to Brother Kou's cultivation becoming more and more profound, a hundred feet closer!"

The two stepped forward, shook their two big broad hands, and after glancing at each other, they looked up to the sky and laughed for a long time.

Stage.

After Shen Tianhong and the middle-aged man burst out laughing, he himself took a slight step back.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Tianhong's expression changed, he was extremely solemn, bent down slightly, bowed with both hands, and said loudly.

"Zhenyue Sect, welcome the Holy Envoy of Canglan!"

Immediately, Tang Yanming and the others behind him followed him, also bent over and arched their hands, and said loudly.

"Zhenyue Sect, welcome the Holy Envoy of Canglan!"

"Zhenyue Sect, welcome the Holy Envoy of Canglan!"

"Zhenyue Sect, welcome the Holy Envoy of Canglan!"

With the high-level of the sect on the stage, the disciples under the stage also bowed down and saluted under the instructions of the deacon in the door on the side, and echoed loudly.

For a time, the sound was neat, the momentum was shocking, and it was connected into one, and under the huge sound wave, it was as if the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking, and the momentum was magnificent.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man in the blue shirt stepped forward and helped Shen Tianhong up, also changed his previous smile, and said solemnly.

"Sect Master Shen doesn't need to be polite, everyone, please get up!"

The deep voice sounded, and his voice alone actually surpassed the entire Zhenyue Sect, and the sound waves rolled, as if nine heavens were falling, and it actually came into everyone's ears clearly, covering the echoes of the patches.

Everyone is in their hearts, this cultivation is not just profound two words can be described.

"The number of rites cannot be abolished, the holy envoy and others, please enter the temple!"

Shen Tianhong swept away the usual affinity at this time, his face was full of solemn expressions, and the prestige and demeanor of the sect master were impressive, even this middle-aged man in a blue shirt couldn't help but feel a dark point in his heart.

Next, the group, together with the high-level people of the Zhenyue Sect, turned around and walked into the Zixia Hall in front of the square.

As for the disciples, under the leadership of the deacon of the sect, they were disbanded one after another and returned to their respective homes.

....

"Where did these people come from, why do you want the sect to put on such a big battle to meet them?"

Walking on the mountain road, Fang Yuan asked Ke Qizhi on the side with a somewhat puzzled expression.

"Don't you know? That's someone from the Canglan Sect. ”

Canglan Sect?!

Hearing this, Fang Yuan was slightly stunned, and then his pupils shrank.

"Canglan Sword Sect?!"

Ke Qizhi nodded and replied, "That's right, it's them." ”

No wonder, Fang Yuan was relieved, this is not surprising, in the name of the Canglan Sect, the Zhenyue Sect should indeed be so prepared.

Canglan Sect, to be precise, is Canglan Sword Sect.

As the name suggests, it is a martial arts sect that is famous for its kendo martial arts, but this martial arts sect is so powerful that it is a little unspeakable.

In this vast and boundless land, there are countless dynasties, dozens of sects, various forces, dogs and teeth, complex forms, strong and weak, but among them, it is recognized that there are the three most powerful forces, they are the real masters and masters of this land.

Canglan Sword Sect!

Golden Light Gate!

Mida Temple!

These three major sects stand at the top of the continent, they are the strongest three factions well-deserved, there are countless masters in the gate, the power is huge, they rule all the forces on this land, their will is the will of this land, no one dares to disobey their will.

A sect as strong as the Zhenyue Sect is just a subsidiary sect of the Canglan Sword Sect.

Under the Canglan Sword Sect, there are dozens of dynasties under its rule, and there are nine major sects affiliated with it, and the Zhenyue Sect is just one of them.

The Canglan Sword Sect came to envoy, that is, it represented the will of the Canglan Sword Sect and the face of the Canglan Sword Sect, so it was no wonder that the Zhenyue Sect had to deal with it with such fanfare.

"The middle-aged man who shook hands with the sect master should be the Canglang Sword Sect, known as the Canglang Knife under the Canglan Sword Sect, Kou Jiang. ”

It's him!

Fang Yuan was slightly surprised, he had also heard of the name of Kou Jiang.

It is rumored that he originally refined the Canglan Sword Sect, a powerful sword technique called the Storm Sword Technique.

However, after his penance, he found another way, took the sword intent of the waves, turned the sword into a knife, and actually practiced a strong and domineering fierce knife technique, which is called the Canglang knife.

In the Canglan Sword Sect, a sect known for its swords and martial arts, Kou Jiang is the only master of the sword path.

In the time that followed, he relied on this knife technique to break through the great prestige, and his subordinates killed countless enemies, and the murderous name was famous.

Today's Kou Jiang is regarded as a master in the Canglan Sword Sect, with a high status and high respect.

"I really don't know what the Canglan Sect is here to do this time, Kou Jiang has been dispatched, it seems that the trouble is not small. ”

Listening to Ke Qizhi's emotion, Fang Yuan's heart was also a little puzzled, and he was full of doubts.

....

Inside the Zixia Palace.

The people of the Canglan Sect and the elders of the Zhenyue Sect sat on both sides, and the sect leader Shen Tianhong and the Canglan envoy Kou Jiang sat on the central throne.

After some greetings, Shen Tianhong finally took the lead in getting to the point and asked.

"Brother Kou, I don't know what you're doing this time?"

Hearing this, Kou Jiang couldn't help but perk up and said solemnly.

"Brother Shen, this time the matter is a bit tricky, and you still need the help of Zhenyue Sect. ”

A trace of surprise flashed in Shen Tianhong's eyes, and his expression was a little solemn when he looked at Kou Jiang's serious appearance.

"Isn't it Jinguangmen, what's the difference?"

Among the three major sects, the Mida Temple are all monks, although there are also affiliated sects under the sect, ruling the dynasty, but almost never take the initiative to provoke the outside world, conflict and fighting, and do not go to expand the power and compete for territory.

And the remaining two major sects, the Canglan Sword Sect and the Golden Light Sect, are fighting with each other, fighting endlessly, and they are each other's mortal enemies.

Over the years, several wars have broken out between the two sects, and the respective affiliated sects, including their respective affiliated sects, have suffered countless injuries, and the Zhenyue Sect is naturally not a few, and the tragedy among them is even more palpitating.

If the Golden Light Sect and the Canglan Sword Sect started a war again, the Zhenyue Sect would not be able to escape it, which also made everyone in the Zhenyue Sect feel nervous when they heard the words.

It's just that Kou Jiang waved his hand and replied disapprovingly.

"That's not it, Jin Guangmen has been quite honest recently, there are no abnormal actions, the wind is calm, it is estimated that in a short time, the sect will not start a war with him. ”

Hearing this, Shen Tianhong was slightly stunned: "What is the trouble that Brother Kou said?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed on Kou Jiang's face, and he said, "This time I came to Zhenyue Sect to disturb us because of the personal affairs of our sect master. ”

Personal?

When everyone in Zhenyue Sect heard this, their expressions were all stiff and slightly sluggish, even Shen Tianhong was stunned without exception, seeing them like this, Kou Jiang also shook his head slightly, and sighed with a wry smile.

"This time, it is the baby daughter of our Nie sect master, who secretly ran out of the sect by herself, I don't know where she went, and the anxious sect is full of chickens and dogs, and they have dispatched to find her whereabouts, no, recently a spy reported, saying that in the land of Great Wei, I saw the trace of this little ancestor, I will hurry over to see if I can add the manpower of Zhenyue Sect to find her and bring her back to the sect. ”

Forehead....

After listening to Kou Jiang's words, everyone was full of black lines hanging down, and there were countless white eyes in their hearts, daring to love is such a thing, because your old man is still so solemn, I still think something major has happened.

"That's it, almost all the masters above the elder level in the sect have been dispatched, it's been almost two months, I haven't found this little ancestor, our Nie sect master has been angry several times, making our life difficult, hey............"

Looking at Kou Jiang's unlucky face, everyone couldn't help but laugh, and everyone had a little smile in their eyes, and they were enduring it.

Shen Tianhong didn't have much change in expression, and after being slightly stunned before, he quickly adjusted, only to see that he looked indifferent and said to Kou Jiang.

"Brother Kou, don't worry, since it is Sect Master Nie's business, it is also a major matter of Zhenyue Sect, we naturally dare not be the slightest slack, how many people are needed, you can do it. ”

Kou Jiang was overjoyed when he heard this.

"Then thank you Brother Shen!"

Shen Tianhong waved his hand: "Brother Kou, there is no need for this, it's just right, we haven't seen each other for many years, and we should also catch up on the old days, as for these Canglan Sect disciples you brought, let my disciples take them to settle down, you and I must have a few drinks later!"

Kou Jiang laughed: "Then let the guest do whatever he wants, let it be arranged!Hahaha! I have to see if your alcohol consumption has improved!"

"Brother Kou, don't worry, you won't get drunk tonight!"

"Okay! No drunk, no home! ha!"

"What do you say?!! you can cultivate?!!!"

Next to the mountain stream, Ke Qizhi's voice sounded in shock.

I saw that he was almost dumbfounded and dumbfounded at the moment, looking at Fang Yuan with a funny face in front of him, and exclaimed in disbelief.

"Shhhhh ”

Hearing this, Ke Qizhi stood up suddenly, glared at him, and said loudly: "Isn't this loud enough? Damn, I'm going to tell this matter now, I see who will dare to make irresponsible remarks about you in the future!"

Fang Yuan hurriedly stopped him, and said with a helpless face: "Ah Zhi, don't get excited, if you say it now, have you thought about what the results will be?"

What is the result?

"What else can this do! Shut up the crazy guys, of course!"

Fang Yuan shook his head and said with a sigh.

"You're thinking too simply, I'll tell you, there are two outcomes, the first is that those guys will talk nonsense and nonsense, and then they will set off a bigger wave of gossip and add to the trouble. ”

"Second, it proves that I can indeed cultivate, but I have just stepped into the realm of Kaiyuan Yizhong, and there is still a big gap between me and the standard of passing the Dabi assessment, and this alone will also attract a lot of gossip, and maybe there will be people with ulterior motives who will interfere with my cultivation. ”

"No matter what the result is, it won't do me the slightest benefit, and at the moment, the most important thing for me is to practice honestly, don't cause trouble, and wait until the day of the big competition. ”

His words were reasonable, Ke Qizhi couldn't help but be convinced when he heard what he said, and he immediately came to his senses: "That's right, you're right, it's really not appropriate to make extraneous branches now, we still have to keep a low profile, for you, it's true that the first thing at present is to cultivate." ”

"Don't worry, I won't tell the second person about this. ”

Fang Yuan nodded, and for a while, the two of them stood by the stream and were silent.

Suddenly, Ke Qizhi turned his head to look at him, his face became a little strange, but he saw him speak.

"Xiaoyuan, I found that you have really changed too much, why didn't I find out that you have a melon seed in your head, and you are quite smart, I thought you were a stuffy person who doesn't like to talk, but I can't imagine that your mind is still quite meticulous. ”

Hearing this, Fang Yuan scolded with a smile: "Okay, Ah Zhi, you finally said the truth, it turns out that you have always treated me as a stuffy person in your heart, okay! Ke Qizhi, I can see through you, our brother has nothing to do." ”

"Don't mind, just kidding, just kidding, but seriously, Xiaoyuan, since you can practice, have you figured out what martial arts you want to learn?"

Martial arts?

Facing Ke Qizhi's question, Fang Yuan was stunned.

"Don't tell me that you just think about cultivating vitality all day long, this is not good, think about it, with the endurance of our current muscles and veins, we can breathe in vitality for two hours a day at most, and we have basically reached the limit. ”

"As for the rest of the time, of course, you should find a martial arts and practice well, after all, when you break through the Kaiyuan Sixth Fold, and pass the year-end assessment, then you will have to participate in the disciple competition, which requires a real sword and a real gun, and you can't just cultivate it!"

That's right!

Ke Qizhi's words woke Fang Yuan up, indeed, after he was able to cultivate, he patronized the vitality of the breath, but forgot about learning martial arts moves.

The so-called martial arts techniques refer to martial arts methods that can exert the vitality in the body, and even exert the power of the true qi in the body when cultivating deeper.

In Fang Yuan's cognition, martial arts can be divided into three levels: human, earth, and heaven, and each major level can be divided into four small levels.