Among the mortal listeners who had long known Li Tong's temperament had no choice but to leave, the rest of the immortals also left.

He did not do useless and futile work, but returned to his own place and sorted out what he had gained today.

Although they were still very curious about what the story would be after that, they didn't dare to act rashly and tried to oppress Li Tong with mana.

Because this storyteller is not only a mystery of his own strength, but behind him, I don't know how many strong people are hidden.

Just like the Green Emperor, just like the Desolate Heavenly Emperor!

The saints were helpless, and even came here in person to listen to the book.

These are far more than saints, how can they do what to Li Tong!

The breeze of the Wuzhuang View was deliberately left behind, and after listening to the book, he said goodbye to Li Tong with a respectful face.

Yan will definitely convey his gratitude to his master, the owner of Wuzhuang Temple, Zhenyuan Daxian.

Then, he turned into a breeze and escaped out of the inn.

Passing by countless people, and blowing himself, the man standing proudly on the stone bridge, staring at the open space of the square in the distance.

The cool breeze was blowing, and Kong Xuan's misty eyes gradually became clear.

At this time, he came back to his senses from such a state of ignorance and thoughtlessness.

However, it can be clearly seen that his clarity is not relaxed, nor does he have a satisfied look.

On the contrary, his brows were tightly locked, and he was thinking bitterly.

Obviously, there was something wrong with the method of deducing the cultivation of the Yang God, and he didn't know the essentials.

But this is also the right thing to do.

Even if he was already in the quasi-holy realm, he was a first-class powerhouse in this desolate world.

But after all, it still has not attained the holy way, and there is no saint mystery.

Also, there is no such saint who has the ability to know all the laws with one thought.

Kong Xuan wanted to deduce the method of Yang God cultivation out of thin air through Li Tong's three words that were just ideas floating on the surface.

But it's a thousand difficulties!

If he doesn't have even the most basic practice for him to refer to, or if he has a flash of inspiration and escapes into a state of enlightenment of heaven and man.

This Kong Xuan wanted to fulfill his heart's wish and successfully cultivate into a yang god.

I'm afraid it is, a thousand difficulties.

The time required is also an endless number of years in the unit of 10,000 before it can be achieved.

After all, the power of the wisdom of the world came into being.

How can it be so easily understood by people out of thin air?

Even so, he had already obtained half of the way to that world, and there were traces to be found.

But the remaining half, like an antelope hanging on its horns, is elusive.

"Hoo ......"

Kong Xuan spit out a breath of faint white gas, which filled the air and never dissipated for a long time.

Even, between the changes in his mind, he turned into a white mist villain.

Between punches and kicks, a set of martial arts exercises that are enough to train oneself and practice flesh are drilled, and a martial arts technique that leads directly to the practice of marrow and blood.

He called it: Five Qi Dynasty Yuan Yan Holy Fist!

The thoughts contained in it, like a surging wave, are undisguised.

"My boxing method is based on the two boys' Bull Demon Strength Fist and Tiger Demon Bone Fist, decompose their mechanism, and then fill my avenue and mind."

"That's it, it's out of my hands."

"But, after all, it's still because of the grass creation, there is a lack in the inside, but as for the refining technique, there is no successor."

sighed softly: "The next 128,000 tricks, the tricks need to be determined and opened, and such a work is not something I can achieve at a moment's notice." ”

"Therefore, I need ......"

With a faint gaze, Kong Xuan stared at the two figures on the square.

At this time.

Hundreds of young people who practiced martial arts and boxing could not withstand the hard training of the morning, and left to rest one after another.

There are only two left, one tall and one short, one strong and one thin.

Under the glory of the sun, he practiced his own boxing method over and over again very seriously.

Sweat rained down, dripping on the hot bluestone slabs, and then being quickly steamed, turning into wisps of water vapor.

"The mind is good, the perseverance is good, that is, ...... The root bone is a little less perceptive. ”

Looking at the two of them who were practicing hard in front of him, Kong Xuan's eyes were full of thoughts.

After a moment, he chuckled.

"Martial arts are not immortals, it is handed down by Li Daoyou, and it is a method for mortals."

"It's just a little bit worse, so why not?"

In a moment's time, I walked forward and went straight to the empty square.

In the next moment, his figure froze.

Looking up at the sky, a brilliant cyan fire came from far away.

In the rolling flames, a straight cloud was drawn in the sky.

"Someone who came to listen to the book again?"

"It's a pity, but I came a little late, and it was too late."

Kong Xuan muttered to himself, and was about to ignore it anymore, first go to his own cause and effect, and plant another seed by the way.

But suddenly, his eyes, which had been drooping, raised again.

His eyes were as sharp as lightning, staring at the hidden figure above the sky.

"This feeling!"

Kong Xuan's heart trembled, and an indescribable sense of wonder rose in the Purple Mansion Yuan Shen.

In his body, he forcibly opened up more than 100 immortal points with great mana, and this time was generous and bright.

The phantom of the peacock inside, singing in unison, made an invisible chirping sound.

Such an unprovoked intention made it even more difficult for him to control his mood.

An unspeakable, unbelievable thought came to his mind.

"This person is not physically present, nor is he traveling to the primordial spirit, but ......"

"It's what Li Tong said, the soul is out of the body, and the yang god is far away!"

"I'm done!"

Kong Xuan shouted in his heart, and his anger was almost uncontrollable.

Suddenly, I saw the cyan light fall and entered the inn in front of me.

He immediately turned around without thinking and returned to the inn again.

This person, he wants to see!

The law of the yang god, he wants it even more!

......

Inside the inn, it was rare that there was no great power left to whisper to him.

Li Tong instructed the three demons to clean the hall and gather the tables and chairs.

And that Yaoji and his wife, who were protected by him, inevitably had some thoughts of repaying their kindness in their hearts.

At this time, he was also busy with the three demons, returning to the inn.

He persuaded him several times, but unfortunately this fairy was also stubborn and didn't listen.

After a few times, Li Tong had no choice but to let her do this, all as the price of their stay in the inn.

After all, thinking about it like this, it seems that they eat and live in the inn for nothing, even if Li Tong doesn't care, they will not be happy in their hearts.

The impression of this Yao Ji was a little better, and he walked to the backyard with the flower pot.

There wasn't much time left for the day, and he still had a lot to do.

Draw rewards and practice ......

It's the same and the same, all waiting for him to complete it step by step.

Everyone in the world says that this storyteller is an unscrupulous person who only talks for one hour in the morning a day, and likes to hang people's appetites out of context.

But they don't know how hard Li Tong has worked to survive in this dangerous desolate world.

It's all tears!

Needless to say, the grass hasn't been watered yet.

I didn't see the nine-leaf clover sword grass, and at this time it was shaking the leaves, gesturing on his neck.

It's like practicing swordsmanship, but it's actually begging for water!

"Alas, one by one, they are all uncles!"

sighed with emotion and walked forward.

At this moment, the door of the inn was slammed open, and a figure broke in.

A child-like voice with a crisp and somewhat doubtful meaning came:

"Huh!"

"Why don't you see the storyteller telling the story?"