After hearing this, Ye Ziyu also said with a straight face: "To have a friend like Brother Li is a blessing in life!"

Unexpectedly, Li Yuanxi smiled again: "Haha, I still like you to call me Mr. Li, it sounds very knowledgeable."

Ye Ziyu couldn't help but laugh dumbly, Li Yuanxi stared at him a little strangely, just when Ye Ziyu felt uncomfortable.

But I heard Li Yuanxi say: "You kid is only a teenager, although I am also a good age, but this age is enough to be your ancestor, why have you always been so straightforward, looking older than me?"

Ye Ziyu was slightly stunned, and then smiled: "Isn't this worried about Brother Li's gentlemanly identity and cultivation, you are a high-ranking Yuanying cultivator, I am just a seventh-level qi refiner, a big man like you can crush me to death with one finger."

Li Yuanxi waved his hand and said, "It's not this, judging by your words and deeds, you don't look like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy at all, but like an old man who has experienced the vicissitudes of the world."

Ye Ziyu was silent for a long time after hearing this, and then said, "Am I like this?"

"Haoshou is poor, that's what the old master should do, the young man is in a green shirt and fights with a sword, and travels the world."

"The peach blossoms are burning, the beauty is beside you, this is what you should be, why do you need to grow up so quickly? Besides, isn't the sword fairy more romantic than a Confucian crown?"

Ye Ziyu breathed a long sigh of relief, and the smile in his eyes was a little more.

actually stepped forward and patted Li Yuanxi on the shoulder and said, "Brother Li, can't you really get your hands on the earth god milk? You say you're a breeze on your sleeves, but I don't think so, right? A ritual artifact is worth a lot of money, isn't it?"

Li Yuanxi had a ghostly expression, shook off Ye Ziyu's hand and jumped back.

Only then did he say seriously: "Don't think about the Earth Divine Milk, you don't have to fight less about my ideas, which scholar have you ever seen who is rich?" As the saying goes, it is a poor show, a poor word is enough to explain everything!"

Ye Ziyu smiled and said, "What about the two magic weapons?"

Li Yuanxi's eyes fluttered, and he looked around, "Magic weapon? What the hell are you talking about, I don't have any hair except for this jade pendant on my body!"

The two talked and laughed for a while, and their relationship with each other became closer.

The names of the two also changed from the original Mr. Li, Brother Li, to the later Lao Li and Xiao Yezi.

Ye Ziyu carefully took off the hosta on his head, and handed it to Li Yuanxi with both hands: "Old Li, this thing is not simple, let's return it to you."

Li Yuanxi looked at the hosta handed over by Ye Ziyu, and his expression gradually became solemn.

What happened after he lost consciousness, Ye Ziyu had already roughly told him just now.

Regarding the power of the hosta, he did not hide it from Li Yuanxi at all.

It's just that for the divine thought in his own exercises and hostas, because it involves his own roots, he didn't tell Li Yuanxi in detail.

However, just the light and shadow condensed in the sky, as well as the terrifying and boundless power, had already surprised Li Yuanxi.

According to Ye Ziyu's description, the power of the light and shadow condensed in the sky is simply beyond Li Yuanxi's imagination and knowledge.

Not to mention that in the Han Dynasty, even in the real Confucian Confucian Temple, the characters who can do what Ye Ziyu described, and dominate the entire world with their own strength are truly rare.

I'm afraid that only the legendary saint can do it with the god of order who overrides the Dao Law.

In front of such a character, the little Zhou Yiping can't even compare to an ant.

Li Yuanxi looked at the hosta and smacked his tongue and said, "After listening to what you said, this thing is simply a forbidden weapon, and my heart trembles when I look at it."

Ye Ziyu asked with some curiosity, "Lao Li, who will that light and shadow be? Wouldn't it be the saint of our Confucianism?"

Li Yuanxi made a silent gesture and interrupted Ye Ziyu's words.

He said in a deep voice, "Be cautious, there are some existences that you and I can't guess."

After speaking, he looked up at the sky, his eyes full of awe. :

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Ziyu's expression was solemn, and Chen Mo was like Li Yuanxi in the inn at that time.

It seems that such beings are really like the heavens, like the gods that the world often says, high up in the sky, overlooking the whole world.

Li Yuanxi retracted his gaze, and then said with a solemn face: "Xiao Yezi, your current cultivation is still too low, I don't know the depth of it, when the monk is strong to a certain level, everything you can imagine, or can't imagine the supernatural scene or divine power spell, may happen in front of you."

Ye Ziyu nodded thoughtfully, but he was still very curious about the divine thought in the hosta.

If the guess is correct, the master of the Divine Mind and the young man who taught the Qiantian Hao's determination to Ye Ziyu in that mysterious space should be the same person.

The strength and mystery of Qiantianhao's determination are equal, Ye Ziyu can feel it, even if it is a Confucian gentleman like Li Yuanxi, the heroic righteousness in his body is far less pure and vast than Ye Ziyu's.

And the most critical point is the spirit of the dry sky.

The spirit of the dry sky is fierce and unbelievable, and it is still more righteous than Haoran.

But this kind of strange and powerful true qi, Ye Ziyu has never seen it in any monk's body.

However, I can roughly guess a few clues, the owner of light and shadow must have a lot of roots with my Confucianism, and should be the real owner of this hosta.

Li Yuanxi sighed lightly: "At that time, my consciousness had sunk in the netherworld, and I don't know what kind of character the light and shadow you are talking about."

Ye Ziyu nodded and said, "That senior, it is really as majestic and tall as a mountain, just a back is enough to carry the eternal blue sky."

The city was still bustling, with millions of people huddled together and jumping noisily.

At this time, the atmosphere of the entire capital became very strange, and the thieves were fierce, and they wanted to choose someone to devour at any time, but none of them dared to do it.

The ground was littered with the corpses of his companions, which were still not completely stiffened, and the hideous expressions on their faces were still vivid.

The forces of all parties withdrew one after another, and He Zhangwen, Liu Feng and others led the remaining forbidden army of less than 20,000 people to withdraw in an orderly manner along the road into the city.

Li Tiejun simply surrendered directly to Wu Jun's command, and the anti-thief team behind them and the people were safe, and the riots had initially subsided at this moment.

In this chaos, except for the Yu clan of Liang Guo, all forces have gained.

At the top of the Qingfeng Cliff, Yang Mingxuan pondered for a long time, glanced at the direction of the palace from afar, and then looked at He Zhangwen and the long queue out of the city, with thoughtful eyes in his eyes.