Immediately, Wang Qingyuan was about to sit down cross-legged, pranayama, his face was slightly pale, even if he reached the ninth layer of "Xuantian Gong", he could absorb the ancestral qi of heaven and earth in the depths of the void, but when he encountered a young master like the monk of the void, there was no room for any reservation, no matter how fast the ancestral qi of heaven and earth was absorbed, it was not as good as the real Venerable of the Void and the Void.

At this moment, his chaotic qi and blood have almost consumed more than eighty percent, and if he has one more percent, his physical body will be weak, and he will completely lose the power of self-preservation.

"Good knife technique, it's a pity, it will be extinct after today. ”

A voice sounded, Wang Qingyuan was startled, and he showed a little panicked, Huo Di turned around, only to see a stout figure dressed in black and masked with a cloth striding forward, standing ten zhang away, the only pair of eyes that were revealed clearly revealed to be playful and mocking.

"Earth Evil!" Wang Qingyuan said in a deep voice.

Didn't admit it, didn't deny it, the stout figure in black clothes and masked face should be a man, he held a broad-bladed sword nearly five feet long in his hand, the blade of the sword was scarlet, it was the blood color that could only be soaked into the iron after drinking blood for many years.

At this moment, the masked man said coldly: "It's a pity, you can be called a young hero, I didn't expect you to be so strong, comparable to Zhuji Xiaocheng, a master of vitality rotation, unfortunately, if you are at your peak, I will definitely lie dormant again, looking for a possible opportunity, but now, can you still cut even one knife with those five sword techniques?"

"Nine lore, this is the third. Wang Qingyuan suddenly spoke.

The masked man began to take a step, walked forward, shook his head, and said, "Do you think I will give you time?" Su Wen Zhuji Gong really opens the human body's divine treasure, you need to refine the five internal organs, and finally open the three hundred and sixty-five secret secrets of the human body, so as to breathe and swallow the ancestral qi of heaven and earth, and condense a body of chaotic qi and blood that no one can match, you can swallow the ancestral qi of heaven and earth, but unfortunately, no matter how fast, it can't be as fast as my sword. ”

Well?

The masked man frowned, and vaguely, he felt that there seemed to be a bit of dead silence on the shoal, and even the gurgling stream was faintly dim, but soon he didn't care, people were dying, and their vitality was shattered, maybe this was the harbinger.

Shout!

After an instant, he made a move, this is also a master who is not weak, he has already built a foundation, and most of the kung fu of condensing qi into liquid has also gone, and the broad-bladed sword swallows the scarlet sword that is more than five inches long, but unfortunately he failed to understand the sword qi, in Wang Qingyuan's opinion, the strength is loose, and he lacks a bit of sharp qi.

The masked man's eyes revealed a bit of hideousness, and he crossed the land of ten zhang in an instant, the sword blade was like a bloody wind and rain, the air was stagnant, Wang Qingyuan raised his eyebrows, what this person performed was actually a second-order swordsmanship, the swordsmanship was really bloody, and it was obviously a killing swordsmanship created in the sea of corpses and blood.

The sword was approaching, and there were only three inches left, Wang Qingyuan's originally pale face instantly became ruddy, the panicked color dissipated, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Not good!

As far as the eye could see, the masked man's heart trembled, knowing that it was not good, but the next moment, a ray of chaotic sword light rose, as if the heavens and the earth were overturned, and all the bloody wind and blood were broken, and in the eyes of the masked man, a furnace of heaven and earth flowed chaotic qi, covering the entire heaven and earth above his head.

Boom!

Putting the knife into the sheath, Wang Qingyuan's eyes were cold, and there was still half a figure in front of him, only a broad-bladed sword was inserted between the pebbles, still humming.

The ruthlessness of the earth evil, as well as the essence of assassination, Wang Qingyuan can be regarded as a master, if it weren't for his "Endless Step", he could absorb the vitality of heaven and earth and repair his body, and he would have been planted in this wilderness just now.

Reaching out and taking it, he put the big sword into the Chaos Furnace, as the killer of the Earth Evil, the sword on this person's body is a treasure soldier, and the material is not bad.

Six more times!

There are no more than nine assassinations, and if they fail to make the trip after nine assassinations, they will not take over again in the future.

At this time, Wang Qingyuan's eyes were very cold, and he had a premonition that he would never be calm in the future.

......

Yecheng

As soon as he stepped into the south bank of the lower reaches of the Yangtze River, Wang Qingyuan smelled the strong smell of charcoal fire in the air.

Yecheng is famous for iron smelting, Kyushu calendar contains, since the establishment of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the first large-scale iron smelting from Yecheng.

The craftsmen of Yecheng are like clouds, and here the world's cultivators gather, not for disputes, but for a handful of weapons.

In Liangzhou, the status of a master is even higher than that of ordinary sects and families.

Wang Qingyuan walked into Yecheng, and the long street was full of weapons shops, with green smoke curling and the sound of hammering and forging one after another.

More are cultivators, pointing in front of the shop, sometimes commenting, sometimes shaking their heads, there are also ordinary people, the wind of the Great Zhou practice is prosperous, building the foundation of the world, that is, ordinary people's homes, and often have weapons, so that they can travel in the future, and they can rely on self-defense when encountering demon beasts, and win a glimmer of life.

Da Zhou does not prohibit martial arts, and he also does not prohibit blades, that is, the naughty boy in the market, he can also dance with knives and guns.

Wang Qingyuan sighed, it is not that the people's hearts are fighting fiercely and not seeking peace, but that the demon clan is around, the demon beasts are lurking, the demons are dancing, and the people's hearts are uncertain.

Passing by a slightly cold weapons shop, Wang Qingyuan looked up and saw that there were swords, spears, axes and meteor hammers on the case, and many other blades, and Wang Qingyuan observed the hammer forging patterns on the gold and iron, all of which were excellent blades that had been hammered and forged several times, and they were not worse than the standard weapons supplied by the emperor to the army.

It can be seen that the essence of the craftsmanship of this smelting city is worthy of tens of thousands of years of inheritance.

Airplanes!

Abruptly, Wang Qingyuan's blue iron long knife behind his back sounded to himself, without the slightest warning.

The blue iron long knife buzzed, Wang Qingyuan felt a sense in his heart, and followed a wisp of nascent sharp aura, and looked at the corner of the long street, an inconspicuous alley.

Not only Wang Qingyuan's knife, but also on this long street, many blades are ringing from various weapons shops, as well as some cultivators walking on the street, and there are also people whose blades behind their backs tremble, if they have senses.

Without exception, Wang Qingyuan's spiritual power perceives, and most of the people who can give birth to induction are some treasure soldiers.

"Dao soldiers are now, treasure soldiers are singing!"

"A Taoist soldier has been born!"

At this time, the sound of striking iron in many weapons shops stopped abruptly, and then there were many shirtless, bent muscles and muscles of the master soldier jumped out, one by one with a stunned face, casting soldiers for many years, although not a cultivator, but the sense of the blade qi machine is very keen, after a while, they locked the deep and quiet, very inconspicuous alley.

"Hey, it's the stubborn old man who has been forging soldiers for ten years and hasn't forged a treasure soldier. ”

"Chongxuanzi, who claims to be the sixth among the top ten divine craftsmen in the world, is a senior brother, and there were still people who came at first, but later it was punctured that there were no such rumors on Kyushu at all, and Chongxuanzi, a divine craftsman, had no senior brothers at all. ”

"The most important thing is that he can't cast a treasure soldier, and his lies are self-defeating, but today he ......"

A master soldier was suspicious in his heart, and at this time, the flow of people was surging, and many cultivators began to flock to the narrow alley that no one had set foot in before.

Not to mention the soldiers, it is a more inferior treasure soldier, and it is difficult for ordinary cultivators to get it, there are countless craftsmen in the world, but if you can cast a treasure soldier, you can really enter the hall and enter the realm of a product, a treasure soldier, ordinary weapons shops cannot have it, and even if there is, it is the treasure of the town store at the bottom of the box. Even if there are such a craftsman as Yecheng, there are not many craftsmen who can enter the hall and achieve the best quality.

As for casting a mouthful of Dao soldiers, it is enough to be called a master. A refining master, even if it is a first-order sect or family, must be introduced into the door as an offering and serve carefully.

......

Before everyone knew it, Wang Qingyuan walked into the alley first.

The old alley is deep, and the bluestone slabs are wet. The green brick walls poured with glutinous rice water are smooth, and there are patches of tender green and new moss.

At the end of the alley, there was only one shop that looked rather shabby.

When Wang Qingyuan first arrived, he was a little unbelievable, could there be an arms shop born from Taoist soldiers, would there be no money to repair the house?

You must know that even if it is an ordinary treasure soldier, hundreds or thousands of taels of the best snow silver, it is not the highest, you must know the ordinary people. A year's use is at most only seven or eight taels of silver, one tael of silver is a thousand wen, and three cents can buy a large baked cake sprinkled with sesame seeds and full of oil.

As soon as Wang Qingyuan arrived at the shop, he saw a little girl about eight or nine years old, wearing a floral jacket. Tie a long braid, not to show that the eyes are good, but it is also very beautiful, but at this time, he glanced at Wang Qingyuan with a vigilant face, and the mottled wooden door of the shop looked crumbling even if it nailed a few pieces of iron.

Glaring at Wang Qingyuan again, the little girl slammed the wooden door shut, and at the last glance, Wang Qingyuan saw a shirtless thin old man in a somewhat messy shop, squatting in front of a black-looking stove, smoking a hookah.

Shaking his head helplessly, feeling the little girl's inexplicable hostility, Wang Qingyuan couldn't help but touch his nose.

At this time, the footsteps were messy, and a group of cultivators poured into the alley like a honeycomb, and because the alley was narrow, one by one, they were rubbing shoulders one after another, and the dumplings were generally crowded together, and no one would let anyone, and for a while, many people scolded and scolded, and the sound was noisy.

With a slight frown, Wang Qingyuan jumped onto the roof two or three feet high with a slight footstep, and soon, the alley under him was flooded by the crowd.

Some people noticed him, but they didn't care, the birth of the Taoist soldier was the most important.

And on the roof, in addition to Wang Qingyuan, there were also many cultivators who climbed up, and when they saw a young man like him with a knife on his back, their eyes flashed, although the light body kung fu just now couldn't see much depth, but at least it could be seen that this young man still had a very solid foundation and some real kung fu.

"This is it!"

"The Taoist soldier was born, the qi is difficult to hide, and the traction force is the strongest here, it must be this shop!"

"How can you close the door and open the door to do business, how can you close the door now!"

"Open the door!

A rough and restless reckless man stretched out his big hand to slap the wooden door, sawdust fell, and the shabby shop was like an old man in the twilight of Wang Qingyuan's eyes, who would go west at any time.

"Don't open the door! Don't sell weapons today! Go away! Go away......" At this time, the angry shout of the little girl came from behind the wooden door.

"Little girl, tell your adults to come out and talk!"

"Open the door, your adult comes out, we have something to ask him!"

"No, there's no one at home!"

Where is the patience of a dry person, a strong man stretched out a big hand like a fan and slapped it fiercely, and with a click, the wooden door of the shop was torn apart, and the little girl who had stared at Wang Qingyuan before staggered out, and almost fell to the ground.