A secret room somewhere at the winery.

The scribe stood beside an old man with his hands down, quietly watching the old man crouch in front of a bookcase, waving his pen.

The old man had silver hair, tied behind his head, and wore a set of gray and white robes, and the whole person had an extremely quiet and leisurely bearing, just like a teacher in a private school in the countryside. He was writing a pair of words at the moment, and his mind seemed to have completely integrated into the pen and paper.

"There is a confidant in the sea, and the end of the world is like a neighbor. ”

If Meng Yang was here at this moment, he would definitely exclaim, because he would definitely be able to see a hint of familiarity in these ten words!

I still remember that when I first entered the Qinglian Gate, in front of the Dingshi Palace, when I saw the words on the plaque left by the ancestor of the Qinglian Gate, I was immersed in the indescribable mystical artistic conception for a long time. Deep and long, there is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten to distinguish it, which is a portrayal of the scene at that time.

The ten words written by this old man have the charm of the ancestor of Qinglian Sect. It's a pity that Meng Yang is not here at the moment.

The old man looked at this painting, slowly put the pen in his hand on the pen stand, and suddenly let out a long sigh.

The scribe asked softly, "Why does Father sigh?"

The silver-haired old man said: "The period of Dabi is approaching, chaos is about to start, and today's poisonous miasma is unprovoked, which is really worrying." Could it be that this calamity is really difficult to resolve?" the scribe's expression froze, and he was speechless for a moment.

After hesitating for a moment, he whispered: "Father, I don't know where my eldest brother is now? I don't know if Dabi, who lowered the standard this time, will he appear in Granula City?"

The old man's face flashed with anger, and he said hatefully: "You know that you are wrong now? Your eldest brother has always been kind, and he doesn't like to be competitive, and in the eyes of others, he will inevitably feel that he is cowardly and inactive, and this is probably the fundamental reason for his sect's suffering this time." The Sword Sect was destroyed, and the Demon Heaven Pattern was completely chaotic, and it happened to be in such a critical and extraordinary period, I am afraid that it will be a big mess, and it will be difficult to clean it up. ”

Looking at the thick melancholy in the old man's eyes, the scribe diverted the topic and said, "Father, the people who sent the crazy boy a while ago are back again. I always feel that these people are strange, the disappearance of the gangs of murderers in the town last time is quite involved with these people, they happened to come here today in the turmoil of the drug miasma, do you think the children are seriously investigating what the origin of these people is?"

The old man seemed to be suddenly interested, and said, "Oh, if it is really as you say, I am afraid that I will not be able to see anything famous with your means, so I will simply go out for a walk." ”

The scribe was overjoyed and bowed down.

Meng Yang was distraught and walked to the courtyard for a walk. Zuiyue and Uncle Cai were cultivating in a forbidden room, and he wasn't worried that he would affect them. Xu hadn't practiced the wood-splitting style for a long time, and he suddenly wanted to practice it at the moment.

The tongs silently appeared in his right hand, and on the still dark blade, the pale golden "law" looked particularly distracted. However, after truly unlocking the first seal, the connection between the tongs and him was undoubtedly a big step forward, just holding it in the palm of his hand, he could feel the powerful and incomparable tyrannical aura of the tongs, which penetrated through every meridian of his body, giving him an urge to take off for nine days and split this heaven and earth!

Slowly retracting his mind, the bells and drums evolved from the various exercises after the fusion sounded gently in his soul, according to the guidance of the soul, the exercises spontaneously started to run in his body, and in an instant, he felt that the three places of the divine court, the middle of the body, and the sea of qi were as hot as coals of fire, and a powerful chaotic spiritual power was instantly derived in the cycle of connection in these three places, and after passing through that page of the heavenly book, it was quickly injected into his right arm, and suddenly, he clearly saw that the flying tongs in his hand had become transparent at this moment! Only the magic character seal on the knife body slid along the blade suddenly, and it didn't enter his arm in an instant, and it met that spiritual power in an instant!

Rumble!

Meng Yang felt the spiritual power hit the pale golden magic word seal, and there was a loud bang, and the violent power flew sideways, and he seemed to feel that his right arm had been completely shattered, and the pain was unbearable, but he still held the flying tongs very tightly, and refused to relax at all.

In the dark, he felt as if the Dharma Character Seal wanted to enter some important place in his body through the meridians of his arm, and the spiritual power of his body was resisting its depth with all its might. In the blink of an eye, the spiritual power has collided with the Dharma Character Seal thousands of times!

Meng Yang could no longer resist the impact of the powerful force in his arm, under the huge shock of his heart, the Divine Court, the Jizhong, and the Qi Sea suddenly each let out a strange roar, and immediately, the spiritual power increased more than ten times, and when it rushed into the meridians of his arm, it was like a raging torrent that washed all the meridians, blood vessels, bones, and flesh of his arm into pieces, and in an instant, the Dharma character seal was swallowed up, and the torrent still refused to stop, and rushed directly into the flying tongs.

At this moment, Meng Yang calmed down under the severe pain in his arm, and he felt that the magic character seal was fixed in the "Shaoshang Acupoint" in his right palm in this impact, and there was also an incomparably powerful energy in the flying tongs that surged into the Shaoshang Acupoint! In an instant, Meng Yang felt that the magic character seal seemed to no longer exist, but had become a part of his body, transformed into a mass of his flesh and blood, no matter how strong the power of the flying tongs came in, it could always be safely stored by his Shaoshang Acupoint.

The frenzied energy in the tongs seemed to be stimulated by his spiritual power, and when his spiritual power was stunned, the transmission of that force also came to an abrupt halt. At this time, he felt that a trace of strange power began to grow in Shaoshang's acupoint and spread along his arm, and everywhere he went, the damaged meridians, flesh, flesh, muscles and bones of his right arm were all healed without medicine.

Until a new spiritual power in his body automatically surged over and intercepted it at the shoulder blade. The tongs trembled three times, and the force slowly retreated into his Shaoshang acupoint, and everything returned to its original state as if it had never happened. Meng Yang couldn't help but be stunned.

According to the memory of the Dan God, it was learned that the seven-character seal on the flying tongs was indeed arranged by several great powers in the fairy world, and the time did not know how many tens of thousands of years had passed. After the first Dharma character seal was lifted by him in one fell swoop using the power of the Book of Heaven, today it was refined by him by mistake and took root in the Shaoshang Acupoint in his right hand. He doesn't know what that means?

He had a very magical premonition at this moment, and he always felt that it all seemed to have something to do with the blood sacrifice connection he had with the claws for the first time, because that time, the claws had turned into a vague pattern and appeared on his right palm. Therefore, the French character seal will be ingested into the Shaoshang cave by him. It's just that the Dharma character seal that he lifted from the tongs still contains the supreme immortal power of the immortal realm? With him, an ant-like mortal, I'm afraid he can't touch the edge of the immortal family's mysterious immortal power method at all, right?

Everything is back to normal, the tongs are still the black and worn firewood knife, he is still the young man who is dedicated to the Tao, and the knife techniques he will know in his life continue to evolve in his soul, he contemplated it, and suddenly snorted lightly, and slashed out.

Wood-chopping style!

Simplifying, hiding ingenuity in clumsiness, and lacking greatness, this is all the mysteries of the wood-splitting style used by Meng Yang today.

There is a little less indomitable fierceness, but it is more fast, more powerful, plain, but full of breathtaking and powerful atmosphere. It's been a long time since I've practiced the wood-splitting pose so freely, and the tongs seem to be very happy, and the depression in Meng Yang's heart has been swept away. In the blink of an eye, he couldn't remember how many knives he had made, but fortunately, this courtyard winery was equipped with a strong prohibition, no matter how much he swung the tongs up and down in the courtyard, it would not affect the others.

Suddenly, an incomparably fierce killing machine pointed directly at his back, the strength of this killing machine actually made Meng Yang break out in a cold sweat in an instant, the most important thing is that at this moment, he clearly felt that the strength of this killing machine was completely impossible for him to resist! This is the suppression caused by the gap in cultivation! Between the lightning and flint, he escaped into the realm of emptiness, the divine court, the middle of the body, At the same time, a huge force poured into his right hand, and without thinking, he relied on his instincts for a moment, twisted his body and swung his sword, slashing directly at the extremely subtle connection between that qi machine and heaven and earth!

Cutting off that connection, maybe he can find a glimmer of life! At this time, he didn't have time to think, how could such a thing happen in a winery that has been claimed to be absolutely safe for many years, could it be that the strong man of the Ghost Sect tracked it here?

It's too late to think about this, let's fight, this is Meng Yang's only thought, the realm of emptiness allows him to grasp the only flaw of the killing machine in a hundredth of an instant -- the point of contact between the killing machine and heaven and earth is undoubtedly the most vulnerable place, just like breaking Bian Haolong's flowering sword, will this method be effective against this strongman who suddenly plotted? Meng Yang couldn't care about it so much, the token was sideways, no anger or joy, the flying tongs in his hand were like antelope hanging horns without a trace, and he was born and flowed in one go, accurately cutting off the source of the power of the killing machine in an instant!

The killing machine disappeared in an instant, and a breeze blowing from nowhere swept through Meng Yang's body, making him shiver involuntarily. The tongs pulled out a knife flower, retracted it to his chest, and Meng Yang was on full alert, looking at the direction where the killing machine was coming.

Until this moment, his divine sense was so powerful that he had not been able to detect the attacker's whereabouts! As of today, this attacker can be said to be the strongest opponent Meng Yang has ever encountered. He even had some subtle feelings, and the killing intent had an obvious sense of temptation, and he couldn't help but move slightly in his heart.

"Who is the master who made a temptation, please show up and tell a story!" Meng Yang shouted coldly without the slightest expression of horror.

Suddenly, a flower appeared in front of his eyes, as if a breeze suddenly blew into this small courtyard, and there was an extra person in front of him.

An old man with silver hair, dressed in a gray robe that had been washed a little white, with his hands on his back, looked at him with a smile and a groan in the courtyard ten meters away from him.

Without a trace of murderous aura, this old man is like a weathered old man, his rich life experience seems to be written on his face, written on his full head of silver hair, on him, Meng Yang did not feel the slightest malice at all, nor did he feel the slightest sign of spiritual power fluctuations.

The old man stood there, like an ageless green pine, steady and simple, countless vicissitudes, plain, like a lonely old man in a remote corner of Ink Town, like one of the thousands of mortals in the world, not arrogant, not angry, but people can't help but feel awe.

Is this the master who tried to test it?

This is obviously just an ordinary mortal, Meng Yang thought like a flash in his heart, but he put away the flying tongs, bowed down and hugged his fists and said: "Junior Meng Yang, I have seen my predecessors!"

The tone was respectful, without the slightest impetuousness, and this rare bearing made the old man secretly admire in his heart. How could a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old be so calm? Was he really the one who made the sword that flew like a fairy that day just now? Why was he just a minor monk in the foundation building period?