Brightly and secretly, many eyes were paying attention to Ai Hui's retreat, but no one noticed that the sand puppet who followed Ai Hui disappeared. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Even Gong Yaoyao, who loved Loulan very much, was all attracted by the news of the death of the Great Elder, and she was not in the mood to come to Loulan to play.

In the grass in a no-man's corner of Clear Water City, a rustling sound suddenly sounded.

A moment later, a faint and cheerful voice sounded in the grass.

"There was no one on the left side of the alley. ”

"There was no one on the right side of the alley. ”

A moment later, several miniature Loulan, about the size of a finger, emerged from the grass.

"Loulan go to the roof to sentry!"

"Loulan goes to the alley to sentry!"

Loulan looked to the left. ”

Loulan looked to the right. ”

A few mini Loulans said a word to me, and then turned around in unison and ran away with a hula. One jumped onto the roof and hid in the cracks of the tiles. Two ran to the corner of the alley, one looking to the left and the other to the right.

"Loulan is here!"

"Loulan is here!"

......

Cheerful shouts continued, and one after another mini Loulan emerged from the grass. They rushed towards each other with great joy, and the mini's body merged and grew, eventually turning into a Loulan.

Lou Lan, who had recovered his original appearance, his eyes began to flash continuously, and he was processing the information transmitted by each mini Loulan. After a while, Loulan said to herself: "There is no one in this area. The next area, Loulan, let's go!"

Loulan used not an ingenious method, but a stupid method.

He divided the entire Qingshui City into several districts, and each area was dispersed into a large number of mini small Loulan, which were scattered into this area like sand. Mini Loulan can remember the content of the chat she heard and the appearance of the person, and the information obtained by each mini Loulan is finally summarized together.

With such a large amount of information, ordinary sand puppets would have exploded long ago. However, Loulan's sand core [Midnight] was able to process information of this scale effortlessly.

If there is a suspicious target, Loulan will arrange for a mini Loulan to squat and wait. No one cares that there is a wisp of yellow sand in the corners of their rooms, in the crevices of the bricks, under the dark bed, on the beams above their heads, and so on.

There has never been a sand pit like this.

It is generally accepted that the ability of a sand puppet is directly proportional to their size. The bigger the person, the stronger the combat power, such as the Sand Venerable. Because the bigger the size, the bigger the sand core can be.

Sand puppets are not suitable for cooperative sentinels, they are not fast enough, they are not smart enough, and they are not camouflaged well enough. When the sand puppet was first invented, everyone was often fooled. But now, if there is a big puddle of sand on the ground, everyone will be very wary.

So no one uses sand puppets as outposts now, unless there are really no teammates to repair the earth.

Loulan's method completely relied on the incomparably powerful performance of [Midnight], not clever but very effective.

The small size of Shimizu City is also an important reason. If it is a big city like Yincheng, Loulan wants to use such a method, it will take at least ten days and half a month to find out.

came to Loulan in the new area, and the old tricks were repeated.

This time, Loulan made a discovery.

The underground quiet room of the City Lord's Mansion was built by Qiao Meiqi with a lot of money. Not only is it isolated from the sound of the outside world, but it has also been strengthened by Master Tuyuan, and it is as solid as steel, and no matter how much it is tossed inside, it will not destroy the quiet room.

At the moment, the quiet room was full of banging sounds.

Ai Hui's whole body was red, his blood was surging, the heat was steaming above his head, and the whole person looked like he had just been fished out of the furnace.

He carried the cold jade blade, barefoot, walking around the quiet room, waving the cold jade blade in his hand from time to time. One after another, the sword flew out and shot on the wall of the quiet room, and the wall strengthened by Master Tuyuan was attacked and continued to emerge,

The Yuan Force in Ai Hui's whole body was like boiling magma, and they were getting out of control.

[Red Dust] is still too reluctant for Ai Hui. Han Li's judgment was not wrong, under his Yin Yang Fish Sword Formation Master, it was impossible to crack it.

And Ai Hui's move [Red Dust] is actually a master-level sword move. Ai Hui has never performed it since he conceived it, and this is the first time he has performed it.

Ai Hui's judgment was also very accurate, when he saw Han Li's Yin Yang Fish Sword Formation, he knew that ordinary moves were ineffective, and the only thing that could have a effect on it was [Red Dust].

However, if you haven't stepped into the realm of a master yet, but you use a master-level sword move, how can there be no price?

The current chaotic and boiling Yuan Force in Ai Hui's body is barely exerting the consequences of [Red Dust]. If he can't calm the Yuan Force, the Five Mansions and Eight Palaces will be damaged by the out-of-control Yuan Force, and in serious cases, it will lead to a regression of the realm.

However, how can the Yuan Force in the body be calmed down?

Ai Hui tried to run Zhou Tian, but to no avail.

He tried to exhaust the Yuan Force again, but it still didn't work. The nascent Yuan Force is still in a state of chaos and boiling, and it cannot be quelled.

What to do?

Ai Hui gasped for breath as his brain raced.

It suddenly occurred to him that he had read a notebook left by a senior of the Patriarch's Academy. In order to find the codex of Xiao senior, Ai Hui almost flipped through all the books on the floor of the Classics Academy. At that time, I was helpless, but because of this, I saw a lot of strange content, all kinds of absurd ideas, all kinds of rare curiosities, all kinds of strange situations, and so on.

Ai Hui regarded it as a story, just like when he looked at the sword book left over from the Xiuzhen era.

What suddenly remembered was the situation described by a senior in his diary, which was exactly the same as his current situation.

How did that senior solve it later?

Ai Hui racked his brains, eager to knock his head open. But at the time, he just swept it away as a joke. But at this moment, it was like the last straw, Ai Hui was afraid that he would miss this flash of inspiration, frowning and meditating.

After a long time of reminiscing, Ai Hui finally recalled the general content of the codex.

What happened to that senior was indeed exactly the same as what happened to him, and the reason why he was able to remember it so clearly was because the other party's description was very detailed. How to solve it, the senior didn't say, just said that on the eve of his breakthrough master, he encountered this situation.

Wait, the eve of the breakthrough master?

Ai Hui's spirit was shocked, is it because he is about to break through?

Thinking like this, his restless heart immediately calmed down a lot, and Ai Hui's body, which felt that it was about to burn, also became a little cooler.

Ai Hui, who was a little calmer, turned his mind a little faster.

What if this is a precursor to a breakthrough?

There are two conditions for becoming a master, one is the realm of Yuan Li, and the other is to create your own mastery. The realm of Yuanli is enough for itself, and you can create your own mastery?

Suddenly, Ai Hui felt that his understanding of the master seemed to be a little skewed.

The focus of the second condition may not be "absolute learning", but "one's own".

Ai Hui was stunned for a moment.

Your own ......

He realized that he really hadn't thought about this question, he thought of Han Li. Han Li's choice is clear at a glance, and he chose the path of "yin and yang". Ai Hui thinks it's pretty good, yin and yang seem simple, but in fact they are esoteric and unpredictable, and the changes are endless.

What is your own path?

Ai Hui fell into thought, completely forgetting his physical discomfort.

Up to now, he has seen a lot of peerless skills, and the same is true in swordsmanship. He remembered the ambitious sword book of the Kunlun Alliance Leader, which could be described as all-encompassing. Ai Hui thought about it one by one, but he was even more confused.

No matter what kind of power, as long as it is profound, the power is extremely amazing. Every power is so tempting.

He now understands that the most important thing to become a master is to find his own way. The world is too big, the variety of power is endless, and human energy is limited. If you want to grasp the true meaning of power, you must give it up, and only by being specialized can you go further.

Which one do you choose?

Ai Hui was quiet at this point, knowing that his next choice would have a profound impact on his future.

This is an important decision.

Ai Hui began to recall why he wanted to be a Yuan Xiu, and the idea at that time was very simple, he just wanted to survive. In the three years of the wilderness, the survival rate of Yuan Xiu in the team was many times higher than that of coolies.

He was in a daze, just thinking about surviving, and it would be nice to survive.

Until I met Master, Sister, and Sister.

Sunlight began to appear in the gloomy life.

It wasn't that after the collapse of the Sword Dojo, he lost his soul and walked alone in the streets, and the mottled white sunlight scattered from the cracks in the houses had no temperature. Instead, in the quiet morning of Matsuma Castle, between the curling smoke of the cooking, the warm and bright sunlight was blown by the breeze in front of the people who cleaned the door.

Tick.

In the dark and lightless quiet room, the sound of water splashing sounded in the silence.

With his eyes closed, tears flowed freely across his angular, cold cheeks, silently.

He's got the answer.

The faded color comes to mind.

A long street that was not too wide, and the blood beasts trampled the ground like a tide, like a blood-colored torrent. A young man with a sword, nailed to the center of the street like a reef, stood still.

The sharp and cold long sword was constantly cutting through the world in front of him, and the spurting blood and the severed limbs of the blood beast were surging and flying in the picture.

The rich, choking smell of blood, as if through the distant out of control, hit from the depths of memory.

The picture becomes blurry, and the sword becomes heavier and heavier.

There was only a blurred sky, and countless silver lights fell from the sky, illuminating the dim killing world.

The blood beast slumped to the ground, panicked, and the unstoppable torrent of blood turned into red ooze. The faint cheers, like a landslide and tsunami, are obviously so unreal, but they are so reassuring.

It was dark again, so silent that I could hear my own heartbeat.

......

"Do you know what you're called out there?"

"Call me what?"

"Thunder Sword Radiance! With so many lightning bolts falling from the sky, everyone was scared, your big lightning made all the blood beasts lose their resistance, and the city lord also took advantage of the situation to block the city gate. ”

"Thunder Sword Radiance ......"

......

"Ah Hui, the blood beast is afraid of the breath of thunder. ”

......

"Hmm. (To be continued.) )