"It turns out that there is such a background." Yan Wo said clearly, "Then Zhao Ju has no origin?" ”

No wonder he asked, in this world, there are very few casual cultivators, because of the lack of resources, it is difficult for casual cultivators to survive. First, there is no inheritance of exercises, even if you are lucky enough to get one or two secret manuals, it is still a low-level exercise or a remnant; Second, the cultivation resources were all occupied by the big forces, and it was difficult for them to even get the scraps. If they want to survive, they can only go to the secret realm and dangerous places, but their cultivation is low, and if they enter it, they will die and live.

And Zhao Cheng can become the director of the sub-bureau, and nine times out of ten he also has a background.

"Zhao Ju was born in the Zhao family and studied under Longhu Mountain." Zhang Xiaochuan introduced.

But these two forces are not strong, and the cultivation in the gate is only one Yuan Infant Stage at the highest, and the sum is not as good as the Tang Sect.

"It's just a Tang Gate." Shen Cong said without dust, "How is it better than my Maoshan Mountain?" The frog at the bottom of the well. ”

Yan Wo, Zhang Xiaochuan: "......" okay, I know you're awesome, please shut up, okay?

"But even so, Zhao Ju is the superior, why does the Tang team want to separate spearheads with Zhao Ju?" Yan Wo directly ignored Shen Cong and continued to ask, "I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding?" ”

Zhang Xiaochuan's expression was vague, as if there was something unspeakable.

Background or something, if you tell them, you will say it, but this involves personal grievances, so he can't put his beak or anything, otherwise he will be like a long-tongued woman who chews the root of his tongue behind his back, how can he see people when it is passed out?

"You guys should be tired after walking for so long, right? I won't disturb your rest. Zhang Xiaochuan changed the topic and said goodbye.

Yan Wo also felt that this question was a bit superficial, so he immediately stopped the conversation, got up and said, "It's really troublesome Brother Zhang today, go slowly." ”

As he spoke, he handed over a jade bottle: "This is the Rejuvenation Pill I refined myself, the quality is not good, Brother Zhang should not dislike it." ”

Zhang Xiaochuan was slightly surprised, and hurriedly said: "It's just a matter of duty, what else do you want to thank." ”

"It should." Yan Wo Road.

"Then I'll take it cheekily." Zhang Xiaochuan said with joy.

After sending Zhang Xiaochuan away, Yan Wo looked back at Shen Cong's bad heart, and suddenly had a headache again.

Team Song is too lacking in morality, why did he arrange this goods with him to a sub-bureau? I don't know if they're wrong?

It's okay now.,I still live in a dormitory.,Some of the tosses in the future.。

"What are you looking at?" Shen Cong glared at him, "Since we live together, I have to say something ahead." I'm a cleanliness person, and I can't look sloppy, so you have to keep the house clean and tidy, you know? ”

Yan Wo sneered: "Coincidentally, I can't see dirty things, it's best for you to stay in the house as much as possible and don't come out." ”

As soon as Zhang Xiaochuan left, the apparent harmony between the two could not be maintained.

Shen Cong: "...... Hey, you want to fight, don't you? If you don't fight you, you don't think it's a good way to win, if you look for it yourself, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless. ”

Yan Wo didn't pretend to be obedient outside, he directly clenched his fists, and happily responded: "Let's go, practice in the cultivation room?" ”

"Hey, my temper tantrum!" Shen Cong jumped up from the sofa with a rub, and rushed out first, turning back while rushing, "Who admits instigation today is a bastard!" ”

Yan Wo followed out without saying a word.

"First of all, I'm not talking to you today, there's nothing fair or unfair, I just want to teach you a lesson." Shen Cong sneered, "Don't lose when the time comes, crying and shouting that I am bullying the small." ”

"If you want to lose, don't feel ashamed." Yan Wo said faintly.

Angry individuals.

"Humph!" Shen Cong directly shook his fist and blasted over.

Yan Wo would not be stupid to fight with him, and immediately took a few steps back, and at the same time pinched his hands and condensed a sword formation to strangle the past.

The sword array spun out, like a golden lotus blooming.

Shen Cong's eyes froze, and he hurriedly withdrew his fist and clenched it weakly, and a seven-star bronze sword appeared in his hand, and the light bloomed when he swung it, like a twinkle of stars in the sky.

A sword slashed out, and the stars shifted, and the sword array of Yan Wo collided with one place.

Sparks flew and the air was filled with a thick smell of burning.

Yan Wo's technique changed, and the spirit sword gathered into one, hung high, and slashed down in the air, bringing out a huge sword gang.

Shen Cong stepped on the seven stars and did not retreat but advanced, the sword moves in his hand changed, and the stars seemed to gather a sword and stab at the sword gang that was split.

With a "boom", the spiritual power vibrated and surged like waves.

"Hmm", "Hmph" each snorted, and all the moves collapsed and flew out upside down.

"Ahem." Yan Wo clutched his chest and turned over, spitting out the stuffy breath in his chest that was much better.

Over there, Shen Cong was no better, the seven-star bronze sword was thrown beside him, and he himself curled up and rolled back and forth a few times to relieve the pain.

After a while, Shen Cong grabbed the seven-star bronze sword and stood up, and Yan Wo also climbed up after him, the two looked at each other from afar, and neither of them refused to admit defeat.

"Yikes!" Shen Cong's sword body was horizontal, and he rushed towards Yan Wo.

Yan Wo was on guard at first, and then couldn't help but show a look of horror, only to see Shen Cong's figure change from real to virtual, and it was gradually impossible to distinguish between real and false.

"Is Maoshan swordsmanship so magical?" Yan Wo said suddenly in his heart.

Yan Wo did not hesitate to change his technique, and used the sword qi to return to the yuan to protect himself.

As soon as the ice shield took shape, a violent impact was heard, and the body of the hood shook for a while.

Yan Wo tried his best to control the churning spiritual power in his body, and now he relied on the dantian to support it in one breath, if he leaked it, he would be defeated without a fight. Only by surviving this wave and getting a chance to breathe can you breathe.

"Ahh Shen Cong suddenly screamed, and even flew out with a sword.

After landing, he took several steps backwards in succession before he could stand firm, but at this time his hand holding the sword was shaking.

"Sword qi, it turned out to be sword qi." Shen Cong said in shock, spreading his hands, his palms were full of blood.

It was the sword qi backlash just now that caused him so much damage.

On the other side, the ice cover in front of Yan Wo also cracked inch by inch, Yan Wo's legs were weak and he knelt down, and a few drops of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

Both of them are fighting desperately.

glanced at each other, and the two of them invariably began to take pills.

When healing, Yan Wo also summed it up in his heart: "His swordsmanship is from real to virtual, it is really profound, if he practices to the extreme, can he ignore my defense and stab me directly?" ”

Thinking of this, Yan Wo shuddered, and secretly said that this was too terrible. If there is no way to crack it, wouldn't it be extremely dangerous to encounter it again in the future?

After all, Shen Cong didn't look like he was going to give up.

"He can go from reality to fiction, and you can also try to study it." Yan Rong said on a whim.

But he is only responsible for making a conjecture, and he does not know how to implement it. In fact, he also hates, Yan Wo, a dead ghost, has nothing to provoke so many enemies for him, won't he have to deal with it in the future? Wronged or not?

Yan Wo fell into deep thought: "If you can practice to that realm, it should be regarded as a kind of artistic conception, right?" ”

The blessing of the sword intent, Yan Wo has never eaten pork, but he has also seen a pig run, so his eyes will not be blackened.

Shen Cong only practiced a form, but there was no god in the form. He didn't even realize the sword qi, let alone the sword intent.

Otherwise, Yan Wo really couldn't resist his move.

The injury eased a little, and Shen Cong couldn't wait to grab the seven-star bronze sword again. Seeing this, Yan Wo of course couldn't continue to heal his injuries, so he immediately got up and was on guard.

"What about sword qi? Where can I compare to my Maoshan authentic! Shen Cong shouted, I don't know what secret method he used, but he actually improved his cultivation by a large margin, and then raised his sword to use it, if it is real, it is unpredictable.

"Tiangang stars, virtual reality and no heart; With the sword to control it, if the beginning is true. ”

As soon as the words fell, Yan Wo only felt that his eyes flickered, and the whole person seemed to be in a boundless sea of stars, surrounded by stars, and it was difficult to distinguish between virtual and real, which was dazzling.

Yan Wo inexplicably had a strong crisis in his heart, and soon this crisis turned into a reality. Countless stars converged at great speed, condensed into a galaxy giant sword, and slashed him head-on.

However, this giant sword is very illusory, and I think it is because Shen Cong's cultivation is not high.

And with this slash, the surrounding starry sky also became turbulent, and even cracks appeared, revealing the true face of the cultivation room.

"Sword Qi Dynasty Sect!" Yan Woxu was suppressed and ruthless, and he also roared angrily, and a giant sword condensed above his head, and countless sword qi phantoms were stimulated from it, like countless meteors cutting through the night sky, directly hitting the galaxy giant sword.

The sound roared out, and the sword qi erupted, as if the sky was full of fireworks, gorgeous and dazzling.

The starry sky completely collapsed, and the giant sword also collapsed inch by inch, but the remnants still persevered towards Yan Wo.

"Boom!" Yan Wo shouted, and pointed at the spirit sword with his right hand.

The spirit sword exploded in an instant, and rushed towards the galaxy giant sword with great power, and a jade stone was burned.

"Poof!" Shen Cong spurted a mouthful of blood, smashed his back to the edge of the cultivation room, and pounced weakly.

Yan Wo was even forced to bleed, but he still stood there stubbornly, above his fingers.

Shen Cong trembled slightly and got up, and blood kept spilling from his mouth: "I, I, you ......"

Yan Wo's eyes were blurry, and only a phantom of Shen Cong could be vaguely seen.

"Ah, I haven't lost yet!" Yan Wo rushed over with a desperate breath and slammed into Shen Cong with a punch.

Of course, Shen Cong was not to be outdone, and immediately counterattacked.

The two guys who were depleted of spiritual power and seriously injured in their bodies simply scuffled together without admitting defeat, and their limbs were entangled. The two of them lay on their sideways on the ground, face to face, but neither of them would let go.

Yan Wo stretched out his hand to break Shen Cong's chin.

"Hmm!" Shen Cong let out a painful cry and was forced to open his mouth. As soon as Yan Wo exerted force, his middle finger pressed his chin down, and his index finger and thumb poked into his mouth and pinched his tongue.

"Hmm, hmm!" Shen Cong shook his head desperately to resist, suddenly leaned forward, stretched his left hand upward, inserted his fingers into Yanwo's nostrils, and then bent slightly, squeezing at it.

"Ahh Let go! Yan Wo screamed.

"You put it first!" Shen Cong's tongue was wide and his speech was slurred.

"You first!"

"You first!"

But still no one let go first, and as long as Yan Wo pulled his tongue hard, Shen Cong picked his nostrils hard, preferring that he was in pain rather than sparing the other party.