After Zhou Qingdui said goodbye to Jian Xiu Qi Yan, he walked alone on the street looking for Mr. Ye, who was separated from him.

It was already evening, and Zhou Qingdui walked through the streets and alleys, and had reached the outside of the city, but he had never seen a Confucian man in white.

The young man firmly believed in his heart that Mr. Ye would definitely come here.

So the young man sat down at the gate of the city and looked through the last of the three exercises that Ye Jing'an had given him before, which was also the only book that the young man had never read so far.

According to Mr. Ye, this is a book of palm magic powers, called Destroying Yuan Palm.

The young man with the sword lightly opened the first page of the scripture, only to see that it read, "There are thousands of spells in the world, and there are countless magical powers in the world." Remember! Xi Wu's supernatural powers, when the shape and intention do not retreat, the palm destroys the yuan! ”

What a shape does not retreat, and the palm destroys the yuan!

Zhou Qingdui seemed to see a martial arts master standing on the top of the mountain, with a great momentum and awe-inspiring righteousness!

The boy then turned the pages back, and the little man in the book seemed to come alive. A burly old man appeared in his eyes, condensing the righteous qi of the sun with his left hand, and condensing the essence of the moon with his right hand. The old man's left hand slapped out with a palm, its shape was like the sun, and the palm was powerful and powerful; The right hand is slapped out with a palm, which is like a lonely moon, and there is the spirit of the beautiful moon in the hand. In the end, the burly old man's hand condensed the splendor of the sun and the moon again, and the two palms turned into one palm. This palm, the heavens, the earth, the sun and the moon are all in the middle, with both soft and soft feelings, and the strength to pull out the mountains and destroy the yuan.

The young man's mind was like being in the middle of it, feeling the flow of qi in each palm of the old man and the shape and meaning in his palm.

Palm magic power, destroy the Yuan palm.

There are three palms in the moves, the first palm, destroying the mountain. That is, the first palm used by the burly old man, the righteousness of the palm sun, and the strength to pull out the mountain. The second palm, the broken river, the aura of the palm moon, has a soft feeling, can cut off the river Haoze. The third palm, destroying the yuan. The aura of the sun and the moon is revealed, and a palm is slapped out, which seems to be soft, but in fact it contains the endless palm intention of shaking the mountain and destroying the yuan.

At this moment, the young man was immersed in the artistic conception of the first palm destroying the mountain, and the gentle voice of the white-clothed Confucian suddenly sounded in his ears: "Yanyu Nanzhou, Confucianism and Taoism Palace." ”

When Zhou Qingdui heard this, he thought that Mr. Ye was back, so he put away his mind and looked up, but he didn't see the Confucian man in white.

It's getting late, and night is falling.

The withered yellow leaves fell in front of the young man's eyes, as if he had a slight sense in his heart, and the young man picked up the withered yellow leaf, and after the leaves touched the young man's hand, a line of words quietly appeared.

"Three-year period, see you in the school palace. Along the way, practice diligently. ”

So the young man, who was alone again, was about to step into the road to Yanyu Nanzhou, which he had never been to before.

During this day, Zhou Qingdui actually had many questions in his heart, such as why the old beggar wanted to take away his blood, why did the swordsman Qi Yan know that he would be famous all over the world, and why did Mr. Ye suddenly disappear......

In fact, the young man knew that Mr. Ye did not come back, and he was very sad. For more than ten years, he has been drifting like duckweed, and he has always been a lonely teenager. In the past three months, he successively met the plain-clothed girl who risked his life to save him, the white-haired young man Li Qiubai who was willing to take him as an apprentice, and the white-clothed Confucian Ye Jing'an, who had only been with him for two days but led him on the path of cultivation. It is estimated that the young man at that time felt that he had someone to accompany him, but now he is still alone.

Zhou Qingdui didn't think much about it, patted the dust on his clothes, and walked towards the road ahead.

......

In the sky, which the young man could not see, several middle-aged Taoist priests in Taoist robes were surrounding a white-clothed Confucian priest at this time.

"Ye Jing'an, you are bold! Dare to secretly find someone and threaten my door. The red-robed Taoist who was very dissatisfied with Ye Jing'an at the previous meeting said angrily.

The red-robed middle-aged Taoist named Yang Xingkun is the elder of the Yang family who is away from the fire of the Daomen, and his cultivation is said to have reached the Yuan Shen Realm.

Seeing this, the white-clothed Confucian was silent, as if waiting for something.

"You don't need to say much, this person's strength is unfathomable, I'll join forces to arrest him first, and then ask slowly." Duan Wuya, a gray-robed middle-aged Taoist, spread his voice to several other Taoists present.

Duan Wuya came from a famous family of Daomen forces in Tianqian Prefecture, and he was the oldest and most powerful of all the Daoists present. At this point, he opened his mouth to propose, and the rest of the people all nodded in acquiescence.

At this moment, the Dao Sect elders urged the supernatural powers one after another.

"Get out of the fire, burn the embers!" Yang Xingkun took the lead in making a move, and the talisman in his hand burned. A sea of fire appeared around Yang Xingkun, Yang Xingkun stretched out his hand and shook it, and the boundless flames clinged to his arm, and finally condensed into a fire lotus, which burst out towards Ye Jing'an.

"Royal!"

Ye Jing'an didn't panic when he saw this, he spit out the word "royal" in his mouth, and a picture scroll appeared in front of him, sucking in the fire lotus that was spreading in flames.

"The fire cultivation family is worthy of its name. However, if you only practice this supernatural power to this extent, I am afraid that it will not be enough to leave me today. Ye Jing'an smiled indifferently, and didn't seem to take Yang Xingkun's means of peerless supernatural powers into account for the world's cultivators.

"Arrogant, it's just a Confucian supernatural power, I think you can use it a few times! Eat the old man's sword to break the delusion. Seeing this, Duan Wuya only felt that this person was so quick to speak, and immediately sacrificed the magic sword.

"Elder Duan, you still don't understand. It's really too much of a Yuan Shen Realm. Pen comes. Ye Jingan raised his hand and called out a brush and wrote the word "heaven and earth".

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed. Countless heaven and earth aura poured into the pen, and the brush became several times larger in an instant, turning into a weapon shaped like a spear.

The long pen flew out and hit the magic sword flying towards Ye Jing'an, and the magic sword collided with the brush, and it instantly became vulnerable.

The magic sword was shot down, Duan Wuya was taken aback when he saw this, and his luck probed the magic weapon in Ye Jing'an's hand.

"Top Immortal Artifact Rosewood Immortal Pen? The one in the Confucianism and Taoism Palace is even willing to give you this? However, the old man of the immortal weapon also has it! Although it is not as good as the fairy pen in your hand, I join forces with all of you present. Dare to ask Your Excellency, how to break it? Duan Wuya said as he formed a magic seal in his hand, and a black magic sword condensed from the magic seal.

Medium-grade immortal weapon, soul-breaking sword.

The magic weapons in the world are divided from weak to strong, and there are magic weapons, spiritual soldiers and immortal weapons. Each magic weapon has its own upper, middle and lower grades, and there are only a few high-grade immortal weapons in the world, and the red sandalwood fairy pen held by Ye Jingan is one of the treasures of the Confucianism and Taoism Palace.

The rest of the Dao Sect masters all shot together, and all kinds of magical spells attacked Ye Jing'an together.

Ye Jing'an was not as Duan Wuya thought, even in the face of the siege of many strong people, he was still at ease. After countless rounds of fighting between the two sides, Ye Jing'an looked at the masters of the family who had exhausted his means, and stood between heaven and earth and shouted: "Dare to ask you, who dares to come forward to fight with me?" ”

He ...... Obviously a scholar, and the same age as me. Why is it so powerful? What kind of realm is he now? Someone said aloud.

Most of these Dao Sect masters were already in the Qi Condensation Extreme Realm, and even people such as Duan Wuya and Yang Xingkun had already stepped into the Yuan Shen Realm.

"Has he really stepped into the Emperor Realm?" Yang Xingkun, the elder of the Yang family who left the fire, held a fire fan, looked at Ye Jing'an's proud figure in the world, and muttered.

"What are the ...... of those attacks just now It is the power of heaven and earth, the power of heaven and earth that I have only felt in Shizun! Duan Wuya's immortal weapon in his hand already had a few more cracks, and he inserted his sword into the void, while he put his hand on his chest, panting. Obviously, in today's battle, Duan Wuya has already seen that this scholar, who is a few years older than the other party, has stood at a height that is difficult for him to reach in this life.

After this battle, the white-clothed Confucian still stood in the air with a pen and did not seem to be greatly affected, but all the masters of the Dao Sect consumed most of their true qi.

Ye Jing'an looked around at the scattered Dao Sect masters, the tip of the pen stood in the void, Ye Jing'an looked up at the sky above.

Suddenly, the sky trembled slightly, and Ye Jing'an muttered, "It's here." ”

At this time, there was a mutation in the void, and three figures stood above.

......

Early the next morning.

The boy rested overnight in the woods outside the Great Zhou Tiancheng yesterday, and got up early this day to hurry around looking for food.

Zhou Qingwan has been a poor child since he was a child, and he has survived by himself until now. When the money on his body is exhausted, he will also find some wild fruits and vegetables in the mountains and forests outside the town, and even sometimes step on dog poop luck, and find some medicinal materials needed by the town's medicine shop in the mountains, so he has money to buy food. However, these are very rare times, Zhou Qingdui actually doesn't recognize these medicinal materials, most of the time he just looks at the pictures and texts that look like the pictures and texts announced by the pharmacy and picks them down, so it is common for the teenager to be turned away from the pharmacy.

Zhou Qingdui shuttled through the mountains and forests, and the final result was only a few wild fruits that were about to ripen. So the young man walked on the road with a sword, and his mind recalled the artistic conception of yesterday's learning to destroy the Yuan Palm.

Zhou Qingdui tried about three times last night to destroy the mountain with the first palm, this palm seems simple, but in fact, every time he uses it, it will consume most of his true qi. With the true qi of today's young man's cultivation, in the face of such a high consumption, it will take a long time to recover. Moreover, the young man did not feel the power of pulling out the mountain and destroying the yuan, and it is no exaggeration to say that almost every palm of Zhou Qingdui is scraping the bark.

After a night of cultivation, the young man found that his true qi after being tempered again was filled with a faint golden light. However, his cultivation speed has not slowed down, and it seems that there is a fierce beast gluttony living in his body, constantly absorbing true qi from the outside world. In just one night, the young man already felt that his true qi was about to approach the bottleneck. According to what Ye Jing'an said, his own cultivation was probably already at the level of the seventh or eighth level of Qi Realm. However, the young man was not in a hurry to improve, and after cultivating, he would still run the Taiqing Condensing Divine True Scripture and temper it again. According to Ye Jing'an's words, this is a solid foundation in order to gain a firm foothold on the road of cultivation in the future.

The young man really discovered the difference between him and ordinary people after cultivation. Ordinary people walking like him would collapse to the ground in an hour at most. And now Zhou Qingdu, who can use his true qi, not only did his steps become lighter, but he didn't feel too tired after quietly running the Breathing Method of the Taiqing Condensing Divine Sutra while walking.

After another morning of hurrying for the young man, the shadow of a city finally appeared in his vision.

On the wall of this city, there is a large plaque with the word "embroidered double" written on it.

At the gate of the city, someone was putting up a notice.

The notice reads: The young daughter of the Tang family in Xiushuangcheng is suffering from a serious illness, and it is hereby announced to seek a good doctor for treatment. All those who sign up will be rewarded with a tael of silver, and if someone is successfully healed, a thousand taels of silver, a horse of Baojun, and a high-grade magic weapon.

Zhou Qingdui walked to the gate of the city, took a general look, and couldn't help but feel that the rich family's generosity was really unimaginable in his life. With such an amount, I am afraid that Zhou Qingwan will not be able to spend it for the rest of his life.

Zhou Qingdui didn't think much about it anymore and walked into the city. Zhou Qingwan bought a few steamed buns at the bun shop near the city gate to satisfy his hunger, and went to find the inn restaurant in the city. He wanted to buy a map, because he had never been to Yanyu Nanzhou, so how could he know the route? Zhou Qingwan thought about it, and only felt that most of the news in places such as inns and restaurants was relatively well-informed.