Xiao Han killed the Deadwood Venerable, obtained his storage ring, dripped blood to recognize the Lord, and his spiritual power probed into it, and examined it carefully.

Xiao Han said in his heart, as the master of a small sect, this Dead Wood Venerable is probably in this storage ring for his life's wealth. This time I made a fortune!

Unexpectedly, the spiritual power entered the storage ring of the Deadwood Venerable, and Xiao Han only 'saw' a two-foot square space.

You must know that in Huarong's storage ring, there is a five-foot square space, and the storage ring of the Dead Wood Venerable has less than half of the internal space!

"Jianghu guests are Jianghu customers... Poor... Even the quality of the storage ring is so inferior..."Xiao Han smiled dumbly.

The next moment, Xiao Han carefully counted the things in this storage ring.

I saw that in the storage ring, there was a black cloak, another piece of old bark, a bamboo slip, and a lifeless dead wood stake. The dead stake is dead and silent, exuding the smell of withering and decay, the bark folds are bleak, and the artistic conception is extremely bleak.

In addition, there are more than a thousand true martial arts coins.

Nothing else.

"Uh... This Deadwood Venerable is too poor and destitute..."Xiao Han was speechless for a while.

Take out the bamboo slips casually.

Through the faint light in the cave, Xiao Han saw that the bamboo slips were full of dense fly-headed small characters.

After a little reading, it turned out that the bamboo slip recorded the situation of the 'dead wood door'.

The Deadwood Gate is indeed a small sect in the Beacon Fire Empire. The inheritance is about 2,000 years old, and it has developed to this day, and there are still few hundred disciples.

The ancestor who founded the Deadwood Gate was a true qi realm, but it was only short-lived. Among the juniors, there has never been a true qi realm again. The successive masters of the sect are, at best, a blood exchange realm. Moreover, as a small sect in the rivers and lakes, resources are scarce, and even if they reach the Blood Exchange Realm, they do not have enough foundation to impact the True Qi Realm.

This dead wood sect is not decaying, but it is also a small sect that is not well known, and in front of a behemoth like the Yunyu Sect, it is almost like an ant.

Putting the bamboo slip back into the storage ring, Xiao Han took out the old bark again.

Take a look...

"Deadwood Treasure"

It turned out to be a secret book of martial arts!

"Huh? That's interesting. Xiao Han was interested, and studied the old bark with relish.

On this 'Deadwood Treasure Record', only two tricks are recorded.

Deadwood Palm... After practicing this trick, wooden annual rings appear in the palm, and the artistic conception is far away. As soon as the palm power is spit out, everything withers and decays. The meridians and organs of the middle palm are dead. Moreover, the middle palm part is bark-like, with interlaced folds, and it is difficult to treat the medicine stone.

Wooden dragon pile... The strength of the whole body evolved into a cylindrical wooden stake, which has the power to pull out mountains and fill in water, sweeping thousands of armies, and the power is amazing. Moreover, this move has a strong artistic conception of bleakness, withered leaves are scattered, the autumn wind is slaughtering, and people are confused.

In addition, in order to practice the two tricks recorded in the 'Deadwood Treasure Book', one must visualize a dead wood stake that has been handed down from generation to generation in the Deadwood Gate.

In fact, Xiao Han not only saw the deadwood Venerable use these two moves, but also suffered these two tricks himself.

Objectively evaluated, these two tricks are still very powerful. It's just that the Deadwood Venerable himself is not able to cultivate and strength, so he can't really play the essence of these two moves.

Suddenly, a spiritual light flashed through Xiao Han's mind..."My Son of Heaven Divine Fist, to be used as a hole card, the secret technique of pressing the bottom of the box, it is easy not to use." So... I have to take another martial art...... Why don't I practice this Deadwood Treasure Record?"

Thinking of this, Xiao Han was about to move.

"Alright, Deadwood Treasure, I'll practice immediately!"

Xiao Han made a decision easily.

First of all, Xiao Han read the 'dead wood palm' and 'wooden dragon pile' recorded on the old bark, the practice lines of these two moves, and the power skills, and read them several times, so that he knew it in his chest and memorized it backwards.

Immediately, Xiao Han took out the dead wood stake that seemed to be about to die.

The dead stake was so old that it was not clear from which tree it was removed. seems to be ordinary and lifeless, however, it brings Xiao Han a very deep artistic conception.

"If you want to practice the two martial arts on the Deadwood Treasure Book, you must visualize this piece of deadwood stake and understand the charm in it. In fact, this is also a kind of 'potential' in martial arts. ”

Xiao Han sat cross-legged, put the dead stake on his knees, looked at his nose and nose and looked at his heart, like an old monk in his mind, his soul was empty, and the power of his soul diffused out, and soon entered a mysterious state of forgetting all the humiliations.

In terms of comprehending the 'potential', Xiao Han has extremely rich experience.

After all, he comprehended the general trend of the Son of Heaven contained in the Divine Fist of the Son of Heaven.

There are three thousand avenues, and different paths lead to the same end.

Any martial arts, the method of enlightenment, is actually the same.

In fact, there are traces to comprehend the 'potential' contained in this dead wooden stake. After all, this dead wooden stake is a real thing, and it is really placed in front of Xiao Han. Compared with the illusory trend, it is much easier to comprehend.

The previous owners of the deadwood door are not necessarily all geniuses, and there are even some mediocre qualifications, but they can always hold the deadwood stake and comprehend the potential contained in it.

According to the map, anyone will.

Xiao Han thought about it carefully, and soon, the spirit formed a mysterious connection with the dead wood stake.

I don't know if it's because Xiao Han has comprehended the general trend of the Son of Heaven that is more difficult to comprehend, or if Xiao Han is a traverser, and the power of the soul is naturally stronger than ordinary people.

In just half an hour, Xiao Han tasted the artistic conception of endless bleakness and withering from this dead wooden stake!

The frost and wind are tight, the red decay and green are reduced everywhere, the mountains are smeared with slight clouds, the sky looks back, and the smoke is hazy. Outside the sunset, jackdaws are ten thousand points, and flowing water surrounds the lonely village. The lonely autumn leaves fall, the wind is cold in the north, the road ahead is long, and the lonely is single.

Suddenly, Xiao Han's right palm was raised, and the palm was slightly covered with wooden textures, and a palm was split, and the autumn wind swept away, and the residual leaves were Xiao Xiao.

Wrap your hands. Split the palm again, close the palm, split the palm again.

Every time he makes a palm, the artistic conception in Xiao Han's palm technique decays by one point.

There are no years of cultivation.

Xiao Han completely forgot the time, he had been repeating the movements of closing and splitting his palms, and he had repeated it hundreds or thousands of times.

Later, the wooden growth rings in Xiao Han's palm appeared, and with one palm, a faint bark fold appeared in the air.

......

Xiao Han's hands were hugging weakly, and his energy was surging, forming a wooden stake, covered with old bark, mottled and antique.

Between the waves, the stakes burst the air, and wherever they passed, they withered on all sides and withered in all directions.

......

"Huh~~~" Xiao Han exhaled a turbid breath, "I have been sleepless and have been practicing for two days and two nights. The two moves recorded in the Deadwood Treasure Record, the Deadwood Palm and the Wooden Dragon Stake, I have already achieved a small success. In the future, if you often visualize this dead wooden stake, your kung fu will become more and more profound. ”

Xiao Han smiled with satisfaction.

Impressively!

"What?!"

When contemplating this piece of dead wood stake, Xiao Han's spiritual power was closely linked to it, and after two days and two nights of penance, his spiritual power became more and more closely connected with the dead wood stake, and even closer and closer.

However, at this moment, Xiao Han found that his spiritual power had unconsciously penetrated into the inside of the dead wood stake, and he found that inside this dead wood stake, there was another mystery!

"Could it be that there is a secret hidden secret?" Xiao Han's heart was pounding, he hesitated slightly, and with a split of his right palm, he actually split the dead wood stake!

Suddenly, a touch of green came out from the decaying and decaying dead wood pile! Xiao Han fixed his eyes and saw that inside the dead wood pile, there was actually a green shoot!

Endless vitality permeates from this green shoot!

The entire cave shows the artistic conception of spring flowers blooming and all things recovering!

"Broken and then standing, dead wood in spring!"

A majestic thought, like a morning bell and a dusk drum, resounded in Xiao Han's mind.

Xiao Han's heart was shocked!

"Boom!"

Xiao Han split out with a palm, and the palm was flooded with wood textures, annual rings, bark, and residual leaves in the air Xiao Xiao, cold and slaughtering. However, the artistic conception suddenly changed, and it was actually in a desperate place, and the greenery was vertical and horizontal, just like dead wood met spring and regained its vitality!

"Bang!"

There was a boom in the air!

"Ha Lu Ha Ha It turned out that none of them had discovered the true secret of the Deadwood Treasure Record, and they had all gone astray!

At this moment, Xiao Han's thoughts were clear, and his heart was extremely happy, and he actually roared.

The secret is hidden in the middle of this piece of dead wood, and the dead wood must be destroyed, broken and then erected!

However, this is the treasure handed down by the ancestor of the dead wood gate, which of the previous masters dares to damage it? It is too late to enshrine it! Damage? That is blasphemy! I don't even dare to think about it!

It's no wonder they can't discover the shocking secrets hidden inside!

"Oh, the boy of the Cloud Rain Sect, you are really hiding here, come out and die quickly!" At this moment, a voice as light as water but proud as an emperor sounded outside the cave.

It was Shangguan Yi's voice.

The cave where Xiao Han is hiding is located behind a waterfall, the sound of the water is agitated, roaring like thunder, that Shangguan Yi can make such a flat sound, through the waterfall, clearly sent into the cave, this skill, is really clever!

"Hey~~~" The corners of Xiao Han's mouth twitched, showing a weird smile, and the murderous intent bloomed in his eyes. He threw the broken dead wood stake into the storage ring, and strode out of the hole.

Xiao Han jumped, tore open the waterfall with his body, and fell to the ground.

At this time, the sun is shining, the birds in the mountains are chirping, the water is trickling, and the poetry is indescribable.

On the left side of Xiao Han's body, on a raised rock, there was a short man, he looked at Xiao Han quietly, his eyes flashed with the ferocity and violence of a jackal and a leopard, and in his body, there was even a wolf howl. This person is extremely ferocious, and he often plucks people's hearts, and he is the Qishan jackal who talks about the tiger on the rivers and lakes.

"This kid's heart is left to me," Qishan Jackal stretched out his tongue and licked his lower lip, staring at Xiao Han's heart, swallowing his saliva again and again.

To the right of Xiao Han was a tower-like giant, with scars crisscrossing his face, and his strength evolved into a sea of blood on his head, with a lot of bones and a murderous aura.

The giant man clasped his hands and bared his teeth. "Boy, kneel down and cut yourself, you can avoid the pain before you die. ”

Xiao Han was in front of him.

Shangguan Yi wore a golden robe, a jade crown, a brocade belt, soft leather boots, a talent, chic and uninhibited. His hands were empty, and the sword qi in his eyes was full of energy, slashing nothingness. He chased and killed Xiao Han for a few days and nights, but at this moment, his body was still clean, dust-free, and his gestures were all noble and commanding.

Behind Shangguan Yi, four delicate girls, with spring faces and tenderness like water, each holding a sword, a huqin, a dong flute, and a guzheng.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, I have finally found this minion. The girl with the sword in hand sent the hilt of the sword to Shangguan Yi, "Then please ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to kill this person." ”

"You don't need a sword to kill him. Shangguan Yi said coldly and arrogantly. "He doesn't deserve it. ”

"Hey~~" Surrounded by strong enemies, Xiao Han was not afraid, his spirit was rising, and his eyes narrowed slightly. "This Funiu Mountain, the scenery is excellent, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the smoke and waves are vast, but... At this moment, there is a group of dogs barking here, which is really burning the piano and cooking the cranes, and spoiling the scenery. ”

"What? What did you say?" Shangguan Yi changed color.

"I said you are all dogs!" Xiao Han said sharply. "Do you want to kill me? Single-handedly or in a group? Single-handedly, I will kill you one-on-one, and I will kill you in a group, and the master will kill you together!"

"Presumptuous! When death is on the verge of death, do you dare to be hard-mouthed? I'll break your whole body bones first, I'll see how you still have a hard mouth!" The scar-faced giant man standing on Xiao Han's right side was furious, his figure flashed, and he snatched it up, his right palm was split, his palm was blood-red, and his strength was condensed into a bloody handprint the size of a water tank.

"Bloody Mudra!"

Xiao Han's body is like a stone like wood, not moving at all, his right palm is raised, the palm leaves are withered, and the annual rings appear, "Dead wood palm!"

"Bang!"

Xiao Han and the scar-faced giant man slapped each other, however, when Xiao Han's move of deadwood palm was spit out, in a dead silence and withering, he burst out with vitality, the artistic conception changed sharply, and the dead wood was spring!

"Poof!"

The bloody handprint of the scar-faced giant man instantly collapsed and fell apart!

The next moment, Xiao Han slapped again, hitting the scar-faced giant man in the chest, hitting him sideways, and the placket on his chest was shattered, revealing a palm print with bark folds, and then...

"Bang!"

The explosive force of the dead wood exploded in the body of the scar-faced giant, shattering all the bones of his body, bleeding from all his orifices, and falling to the ground and spasming.

"You are just a waste, and you dare to roar in front of the master!" Xiao Han looked at the scar-faced giant man lying on the ground and constantly vomiting blood like an ant. Xiao Han said in his heart, now that I am only in the middle stage of refining dirt, I can easily defeat this kind of famous Jianghu guest without using the Divine Fist of the Son of Heaven and the palm of the Demon Emperor, if I reach the peak of refining dirt and double my strength, then what?

A sense of pride rose from Xiao Han's body, he looked at Shangguan Yi and Qishan Jackal, and said softly. "You two, also rubbish. ”

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