The oil brie is indeed the Jiuyang Sutra.

Mo Li took a closer look in the valley, and there were a total of four volumes of this Jiuyang Divine Skill, many of which were the same as Wudang Jiuyang Gong, but they were very different.

This exercise takes the path of yang and yin, when cultivating, the true qi is just to the yang, and the scorching and violent place is still better than the pure yang wuji gong by three points, and the power is extraordinary, but compared to the pure yang wuji gong, it has lost a little humility and dilution, and the sword is more biased.

Cultivating this divine skill, the progress will be faster than the Pure Yang Wuji Gong, but it will face a danger of life and death, that is, before Dacheng, you must not consume your true qi too much, otherwise your true qi will run out of control and die of exhaustion!

And that life-and-death danger, except for Zhang Wuji's unspeakable help and luckily being able to break through, it is extremely difficult for idle people to cultivate here.

Although this is a rare Taoist miracle skill, the power is not necessarily inferior to the pure Yang Wuji Gong and the Nine Yin True Scripture, but it is more extreme, if there is no great opportunity for people to practice, it will be difficult to reach the highest level in their lives, and if they are not careful, they will fall into the same fate as that Master Jueyuan.

"So, I have to find a cloth bag for this kid Zhang Wuji."

After reading the Jiuyang Sutra, Mo Li couldn't help muttering to himself, but all he thought about in his mind were unspeakable figures.

Qiankun air bag is made of special material, and if you want to build one yourself, you don't know how much effort it takes, but it is better to 'borrow' it to save time and effort.

But this is all a later story, Zhang Wuji has no adventure at the bottom of the valley, and if he wants to cultivate Jiuyang Divine Skill to Dacheng, it will take at least ten years of hard work, but he is not in a hurry.

Although Mo Li has cultivated the Pure Yang Wuji Gong and will not change this Jiuyang Divine Skill again, the martial arts contained in it have a special inspiration for him, and this valley is a good place to practice, so he stays in it and concentrates on cultivating his true qi.

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Red Plum Villa.

Zhu Changling lay on the bed weakly, looking up with blank eyes.

He was originally a heroic man in the Kunlun Mountain Realm, and the name of the earth-shattering stroke also had some influence in the Northwest Martial Arts, but now his martial arts have been abolished, his arms have been cut off, and he has become a complete waste!

This is undoubtedly a more painful thing than death for a hero who has ambitions to seek a higher status in the rivers and lakes!

Thinking of the initiator of all this, thinking of that young and excessive face, Zhu Changling couldn't help but grit his teeth, his eyes bloomed with hatred, and he roared in a low voice: "Mo Li! Don't leave! ”

The voice is like a beast, anyone can hear it, and there is a monstrous hatred hidden in it!

But what's the use of hate, not to mention that he has become a waste, that is, intact, how can he compete with Mo Li, who was born in Wudang and is difficult to find opponents in the world of martial arts?

There was a sense of powerlessness in his heart, the Wudang faction, the Wudang faction, there are not only the world-famous Wudang Seven Heroes, but also a powerful Zhang Sanfeng who has been in the rivers and lakes for nearly a hundred years, that is, all the major factions in the world have to retreat in vain when they gather in Zhenwu Square, what can he do with the owner of Hongmei Villa?

"Daddy...... Daddy help! ”

Just when his mind was chaotic because of Mo Li, the voice of his beloved daughter calling for help suddenly came from his ears, and the voice was frightened and panicked, obviously in danger!

However, before he could react, the door of his room was suddenly kicked open, and two tall and thin old men walked in, both with gloomy faces and a bad body, one was stronger, the other was slightly thin, and his beloved daughter Zhu Jiuzhen was in the hands of the slightly thin old man.

"You...... Who are you, so bold, dare to come to my Red Plum Villa to spread wild! Zhu Changling shouted loudly, and he was already angry in his heart!

It's really a house leak that happened to rain overnight, and it didn't matter if a Mo Li bullied them, but now there are still people who dare to come to the door to find trouble, and they really think that they Hongmei Villa is easy to bully? !

The sturdy old man smiled and said: "My name is Hebi Weng, he is my senior brother Lu Canke, as for the name, in the early years, when we were walking in the martial arts of the Western Regions, everyone liked to call the two of us the two elders of Xuanming, I don't know if Master Zhu has heard of it?" ”

The two elders of Xuan Ming!

Zhu Changling was shocked, he was a heroic man in the Northwest Martial Arts, and naturally knew everything about the martial arts masters in this place.

When the two old devils in front of him were active in the Northwest Martial Arts, he was only in his early twenties, these two people relied on a cold and poisonous palm, almost beating the invincible opponents of the Northwest Martial Arts, I don't know how many famous swordsmen who died in the hands of the two of them, but twenty years ago, these two people suddenly disappeared from the rivers and lakes, and never appeared again, everyone thought they were dead, but they didn't think that they were still alive in this world!

These two old devils are greedy for flowers, one is good at drinking, and they are all fierce people, I don't know how many women from good families were ruined by him, and I don't know how many wealthy families fell because of the two of them, but now they actually appear in Hongmei Villa, and they also kidnap Zhen'er!

Zhu Changling was covered in cold sweat, he looked at his beloved daughter who fell into the hands of the deer sticker, and said distressed and frightened: "The two seniors are here, the humble house is full of brilliance, I just ask the two of them not to hurt my family, and the rest, whether it is a beautiful wine or gold and silver treasures, but whatever I have in Hongmei Villa, the younger generations will never be stingy." ”

Lu Zhuke smiled and touched Zhu Jiuzhen's charming and pretty face, and didn't say anything.

When Zhu Changling was worried, he suddenly heard a young female voice say: "They don't want anything, on the contrary, they are here to help Master Zhu." ”

As the voice fell, an eleven or twelve-year-old girl walked in at the door, although she was young, but she was born extremely delicate, compared to Zhu Jiuzhen and won a few points, what is even more rare is that between her eyebrows, there are three points of heroism and three points of luxury, compared to ordinary women, there is a different taste of elegance, and in a few years, it will be the beauty of the city and the country.

Behind her, there was also a Toutuo, an old monk and an old man with a sword on his back, all of them with extraordinary momentum, and they couldn't see the depth.

"You...... You are ......"

Zhu Changling frowned.

He thought it was the two elders of Xuan Ming who came to make trouble, but who knew that as soon as this girl came in, the expressions of these masters immediately became respectful, and looking at the appearance, it turned out to be this girl!

"You don't have to care who I am, I know that the owner of Zhu Zhuang has a great enmity with the sword god Mo Li, as long as the owner of the village understands, we are here to help you kill him."

The girl laughed softly: "I know that Mo Li appeared in Hongmei Villa a few days ago, and his whereabouts must be clear to the owner of Zhu Zhuang, please take us to see him." ”

Zhu Changling looked at the girl and the masters, and his heart fell into the battle between heaven and man.

He hates Mo Li, but he is also afraid of Mo Li.

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