It was much smoother than expected, and when they arrived in Jiangyang County, it was easy to find out where Sun Weiqing lived.

The mansion in front of them, the high wall is standing, the pine and bamboo forest is faintly visible, and on the vermilion gate, a black plaque is written with the word "Sun Mansion" in gold lacquer.

On both sides of the gate, there was a sergeant guarding each side, and they came forward to report the name of Helian Mingzhi, saying that it was a relative of Chief Sun, and one sergeant respectfully asked them to wait, and the other hurried in to report.

About a moment of tea, the door opened, and a middle-aged man dressed as a butler with a thin face, slightly sunken cheeks, and a long beard came out, and next to him stood the sergeant who had gone in to report. When the middle-aged man saw the two, he smiled all over his face and arched his hand: "It turned out to be the young master of the Helian family, the two of you have been waiting for a long time, please bear with me." Zhao Wentian, the housekeeper of the Xiasun Mansion, please come in quickly. With that, he made a gesture to invite in, and led the way to the courtyard.

Helian Mingzhi and Shi Zhiyi glanced at each other and followed.

"Steward Zhao, how is my aunt?"

"He... Madame is well, and I have sent to inform her, that she will see in a moment. I think that Madame will be quite happy to see the two of them. Steward Zhao nodded and replied

The three of them bypassed the Qilin Shadow Wall and passed through a deep corridor full of flowers and leaves, and the main hall appeared in front of them.

Suddenly, Shi Zhiyi faintly heard the suppressed breathing of dozens of people coming from the inside of the hall, and he felt that something was not quite right, so he forcibly stopped his right foot that was about to enter the hall.

The cultivation path of the human race can be divided into four major realms: dedusting, transcendental, sanctification, and godhood, and there are three realms under each realm, a total of twelve realms. In fact, being able to cultivate to the point of sainthood is already the top master on the continent, and in the tens of thousands of years of history of the human race, there are only a few dozen powerful people in the god sealing period, and each of them has become a legend in the history books.

In terms of the dedusting period, it is divided into three realms: easy tendons, bone forging and marrow washing, and each realm can be roughly divided into four stages: entry, middle stage, late stage and peak. In the way of martial arts, will and talent are indispensable, but in the dusting period, the more important factor than will and talent is money - money.

The three realms of dust removal are the foundation of martial arts, and it is necessary to use the external genius earth treasure elixir to boil the muscles and bones, strengthen the body, dredge the meridians, make it tough and powerful, and be able to withstand stronger impacts from itself and the outside, paving the way for the future martial arts.

But just as every leaf has two sides, while transforming the body of a martial artist, the genius earth treasure will also bring some impurities into the body, which will accumulate over time and become a potential stumbling block on the road to martial arts. Therefore, it is necessary for the martial artist to constantly perform his work to eliminate impurities, so as not to affect the future realm.

Similar to martial arts, genius earth treasures also have their own ranks: whether they are born and grown or the elixir that is refined, they can basically be divided into two realms: mortal and saint. There are a total of eighteen grades from one to nine in each realm. The ninth grade of the mortal grade is the lowest, and the first grade of the holy grade is the highest. The higher the grade, the better the efficacy, the fewer impurities, and of course, the more expensive it is.

From the time the mother gives birth to the age of about six, the body of a human child is in the stage of development, and the functions are not yet perfect. After the age of six, the muscles and bones are initially formed, and only then can they embark on the path of martial arts.

In the Three Realms of Dust Reduction, almost all martial artists are taking mortal-level pills, and the general talent and will and family background are all martial artists who are selected by the middle and upper ranks, and they can be promoted to a small stage in about two years, and a realm to be improved in eight to ten years. Therefore, at the age of fourteen or fifteen, the realm of more than eighty percent of martial artists is basically between the peak of Yi Jin and the beginning of bone forging, and at the age of twenty-one or twelve, it can be said that it has considerable potential.

Shi Zhiyi has just passed his sixteenth birthday, but he has been eating saint-grade pills as jelly beans since he was a child, and it has been half a year since he cultivated to the peak of marrow purification. His cultivation progress, even from the perspective of nearly a thousand years of history, is absolutely rare, beyond most people's cognition. At this time, just like before the dawn came, the moment the light was about to burst out, the whole person was in an extremely wonderful state, and his perception of the surrounding environment was several grades higher than before.

Although the sound of breathing in the hall was deliberately suppressed extremely slightly, it still did not hide Shi Zhiyi's perception at this moment.

Sensing Shi Zhiyi's stoppage, Steward Zhao and Helian Mingzhi both looked at him.

"What's wrong with this son?" asked Steward Zhao.

"It's nothing, it's just that it occurred to me that something hasn't been done yet, so why don't we visit another day. Shi Zhiyi said.

Steward Zhao, who was originally full of smiles, heard this, and the flattering smile on his face instantly turned into a cruel smile: "Since you're here, don't think about leaving!"

Who knows, before Steward Zhao's words fell, Shi Zhiyi, who had a premonition, took the lead, and a sword light shot towards Steward Zhao like a frightened rainbow!

He didn't know Steward Zhao's martial arts realm, but looking at his age, he must have surpassed the dust and advanced to the transcendent three realms, so he didn't dare to be careless, and his shot was a killer move!

Strike first to be strong, and then to suffer, this is what he has learned from countless experiences of birth and death when he served in the Moon Riding Dragon Rider in Yunqi City before.

This point, whether it is his father or his captain Le Zheng when he rode the moon dragon, he has told him many times.

Steward Zhao suffered with his bare hands, and he was half a move late, and he resisted in a hurry, and the "hands-on" in his throat was not shouted for a long time. In the blink of an eye, one of his sleeves had turned into butterflies flying in the sky, revealing a pair of thin forearms with green muscles bursting out.

Helian Mingzhi also reacted, and his iron fist fell like a meteor and smashed towards Steward Zhao's head!

After the martial artist got rid of the dust, he entered the extraordinary, and the three realms of the transcendent were Dawn, Cold Window, and Dengtang, and Steward Zhao's cultivation level was actually only in the middle of the dawn, and in the case that the exercises and weapons were at a disadvantage, even if he fought alone with Shi Zhiyi, he might not be able to take advantage, not to mention being flanked left and right by these two newborn calves, it was also dangerous for a while.

sent out a true yuan, which deflected Shi Zhiyi's sword to the heart, and Steward Zhao resisted Helian Mingzhi's punch with his left shoulder.

At this time, the many guards in ambush in the main hall reacted, and dozens of big men with weapons in their hands came to the foyer one after another.

Steward Zhao's throat was slightly sweet, and his left arm hung down softly, but he was actually shattered by Helian Mingzhi's punch and shattered his left shoulder!

A flash of blue light flashed.

Shi Zhiyi's sword that was shaken away swung back from left to right, and Steward Zhao tried his best, but he still couldn't escape the shroud of the sword light.

The dark blue robe was sliced open by the sword light, flying up and down, like the last dead leaf shivering in the cold wind.

Under the dead leaves, there was a faint red oozing out, and then, this reddish became shocking, until a blood arrow spewed out!

Steward Zhao exerted force under his feet and retreated towards the hallway, completely ignoring the deep bone scar on his chest.

However, his retreat also happened to block the route of those ambush soldiers.

Shi Zhiyi and the two glanced at each other, turned around and ran towards the road they came from, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.