The curtain war is like having a long dream, in which he has become a super strong man, destroying all the demons who have broken into this continent, and he also has a weapon of his own, which can help him kill demons as he wants.

"It's been three days, and Zhan'er hasn't woken up for three days, Mu Aotian, if my Zhan'er has any three longs and two shorts, I, I.... Woo!"

Lin Mengxi's words were only half said, and he couldn't say any more.

When she came back from her mother's house three days ago, she found that the curtain battle in the house was gone, and asked all over the house, and no one knew, she was just about to go to the imperial city to find the curtain Ao Tianxing master to ask for guilt, suddenly received a report from the next person, saying that the curtain war was found ten miles outside the imperial capital, and quickly took the curtain war back to the mansion, but found that he fell into a coma!

"Madam, I can't do this, it's this kid who has to go out to experience the experience, as a father, naturally I can't interfere more, right?"

Mu Aotian rubbed his hands and said nervously on the side.

"Oh, mother, I think my eldest brother must be playing crazy, just sleep more, it's okay!"

Mu Yan was like a little adult, holding an apple in his left hand, and gently patting Lin Mengxi's back with his right hand, speaking out to show comfort.

"Mother!"

Just as Lin Mengxi was about to speak, the curtain battle on the bed had already woken up leisurely, and he looked at Lin Mengxi, who was crying with tears on the side of the bed, but he pulled out a smile.

He knew that this time, it was really worrying his family.

"The child is fine, the child is just..."

The curtain battle hurriedly spoke.

"You don't need to say it, don't you take this incident as an example, understand?"

Halfway through the words, he was blocked back by Mu Aotian.

Makuzhan nodded wisely.

"By the way, Mother, have you seen the two teenagers who came back with me?"

The curtain war seemed to remember something, and hurriedly spoke.

"Don't worry, I've arranged everything, those two teenagers are also children of poor families, and I'm in charge of staying in the Makumaku. Okay, you can rest more, I'll go see the chicken soup for you!"

Seeing that the curtain battle had woken up, Lin Mengxi hurriedly got up and walked out.

For this thrilling experience, the curtain battle deeply realized the importance of strength, so after his body was healed, he devoted himself to the tempering of his own cultivation, and he also found a strange phenomenon, that is, the true qi in the body seemed to become a little cold, although it was not obvious, but the curtain battle could still be perceived.

"Lin Tong, this is the practice of our shogunate, you can use it to cultivate, although it is not a thing that can be inherited, but in those ordinary people's homes, there is still no one!"

One day, the curtain battle handed over a set of stick methods to Lin Tong's hands, although he had not practiced this set of stick methods himself, but he felt that it should be a big help for Lin Tong.

"Thank you, young master!"

Lin Tong hugged his fists at the curtain battle and replied politely.

"You and I don't have to be like this, since it's already a lifelong friendship, what's the point of being called a brother!"

The curtain war's little hand waved, and he was obviously not very interested in Lin Tong's title.

"Then Lin Tong is here to thank Brother Curtain Brother!"

"That sounds so much better!"

Makuzhan nodded in satisfaction, then turned to leave.

At night, the shogunate under the moonlight is peaceful,

It seems that everyone in the shogunate has already fallen asleep, but there is still a candle flickering in the room of the shogunate...

At this time, the curtain battle was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his hands in a cultivation posture, and he was practicing the skill of spitting.

Tuna, as the name suggests, Tu Gu Naxin!

There are clouds in the exercises, and as soon as the turbidity comes out, the clear air comes in!

Therefore, what the curtain war has to do is to spit out the turbid qi in the body with the operation of his own exercises, and then inhale the clear qi in the air into the body, and finally transform it into true qi cultivation through the transformation of the exercises, and store it in his own qi sea, and when the energy in the qi sea is stored to a certain amount, the cultivation of the curtain war can be improved again.

One night later, the sun rose, and the bright sunlight fell through the window on a figure on the bed.

"Whew!"

After curtaining a breath of turbidity, his eyes slowly opened.

"It's still not enough!"

He sighed softly, then rolled over and got out of bed.

I just walked out of the door, but I met Mu Aotian...

"Good morning, father!"

The curtain battle respectfully saluted the curtain and greeted the sky.

"Good Zhan'er, this is the ancestral clutches of our shogunate family, the reason why my father has never given it to you is just because you have not yet reached the fifth level of entry, and now that you have reached it, then there is naturally no reason for my father to hide his secrets!"

Mu Aotian stretched out his hand and handed the exercises in his hand into the small hand of Mu Zhan.

"Great, father, what I want most now is a set of high-level exercises!"

Mu Zhan happily stroked the jade piece in his hand.

The exercises are divided into five levels, low, high, earth, heaven, and yellow. Ordinary people generally practice low-level exercises, and high-level exercises are only a handful in the entire Cangyun Empire, and the earth and heaven levels are rarely seen.

Now Mu Aotian has handed over this set of high-level palm techniques to the hands of the curtain battle, which can be regarded as for the sake of the curtain battle to achieve excellent results in the court test a month later.

After thanking Mu Aotian, Mu Zhan turned back to his hut again, he wanted to study this set of exercises as soon as possible.

He doesn't want to be like last time, when he encounters a real enemy, but he doesn't have any parrying power, if he wants to attack, he can barely have a gap to escape with the small things in his hand, he hopes that the next time he encounters the enemy, he can rely on his true skills to knock the enemy away.

"The devil's clutch is divided into nine styles, a total of seventy-two variations, and the practitioner can use the palm as a stick, the palm as a knife, and the palm as a gun... Eighteen kinds of weapons are all in the midst of change, and the cultivation to the highest level of palm qi is continuous, like a forest of swords and arrows, slashing thousands of troops and horses..."

Holding the jade piece in his hand close to his forehead, all the information about this demon clutch poured into the mind of the curtain war.

Just the opening words, I can see that the curtain battle is full of blood, and the palm qi is continuous, like a sword mountain and arrow forest, what kind of realm is that, the curtain war can't help but admire, and then, he entered the practice of the exercises.

"First style, slash! Second try, split!"

The mind of the curtain war is full of figures, after each action, there will be an old voice explaining, nine styles, seventy-two changes, the curtain war has been watching for seven days, during these seven days, he has been locked in the room, not eating, drinking, not dripping, devoting himself to the study of the exercises, and even forgetting the time.

"Big brother, what kind of demon skills are you practicing, why don't you move!"

On the eighth day, Makuyan held a chicken leg in his left hand and tapped his right hand towards Makuzha's body.

Then, a bright light flashed, and Curtain Flame's body was violently knocked over by this strong light, and then it shot backwards towards the door panel behind him...