The Southern Han Dynasty, a city.

In the inn, the aroma of wine is permeated.

"On that day, the Ice Thunder Mountain was covered with heavy snow, and the uproar hit the face, and it was impossible to see the way forward clearly, and the heroes of all factions gathered here, in order to win the legendary treasure Ice Thunder, the frost swordsman Cheng Yefei also came. ”

A storyteller shook his fan and laughed, and rows of diners sat around him, listening to him tell about the situation in the rivers and lakes.

"The Ice Thunder Son has not yet been born, and the monks can only wait, but the sixteen-year-old child has quietly touched it, and a disciple of the Iron Fist Sect found it in time, and the flying knife was sacrificed, forcing the six-year-old child to appear. ”

"When the disciples of various sects looked at it, hey, it was actually a small child, delicate and handsome, and there was no threat at all. ”

Diners listened carefully while munching on melon seeds.

In the corner of the first floor of the inn, a man and a woman sat opposite each other, and there was only a plate of knife-cut beef on the table.

The man Yushu is in the wind, dressed in exquisite blue, obviously from a rich family.

The woman wears a white dress with a veil, fair skin, and moving eyes, which makes people think about it.

"In this way, Zhao Xuan's son may indeed have died. ”

The man spoke, his face regretful.

The woman in the white dress raised her eyes to look at him and said, "Xiao Chengfeng, you don't want him to die?"

Xiao Chengfeng shrugged his shoulders and said, "The queen mother has orders, my thoughts are not important, I am just a knife." ”

The woman in the white dress did not speak again, and the two were silent, each thinking about their own thoughts.

The storyteller was still talking, and when he talked about the battle of Ice Thunder Mountain, his tone was low for a while, and passionate for a while, and the diners around him were nervous.

When he finished speaking, the diners still had nothing to say.

A greasy middle-aged man snorted: "Blow it blindly, how can a six-year-old child be so powerful?"

As soon as he spoke, the others began to heckle.

"It's that I couldn't even read when I was six years old. ”

"Lao Li, now that the storyteller is blowing more and more, are you floating, or is the wine cheaper?"

"The Frost Swordsman is a foundation building monk, and no matter how talented a six-year-old kid is, he can't defeat him. ”

"Yes, you know what the foundation monk represents? his strength alone is more than 10,000 catties, and he can easily knock down an earthen wall. ”

In the face of everyone's coaxing, the storyteller's face turned red, he snorted coldly, and put away the folding fan in his hand.

He said righteously: "When did I say anything, you went out to inquire, the matter of the Ice Thunder Mountain Demon Child has spread all over the sky, and even many sects have sent people to find his traces!"

Hearing this, Xiao Chengfeng was thoughtful and muttered, "If Zhao Xuan's son is still alive, he seems to be six years old now." ”

The woman in the white dress twitched her eyelashes and asked calmly, "What do you mean?"

Xiao Chengfeng smiled and groaned: "Even if this matter is exaggerated, if Xiao'er is really six years old, it is not something that the dynasty can cultivate." ”

"Miss Zhishui, you have to understand that it is best for Zhaoxuan's son to die, otherwise you will be implicated in Concubine Chen and Princess Lingling. ”

The matter of Zhaoxuan Niangniang caused Emperor Yan of Zhou to be angry, and the stakes were very high, not only the Empress Niangniang was investigating this matter, but also other big figures in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

How great the power of revenge is, they all know.

The Prince of Xuanji must die!

Miss Zhishui took a deep breath, got up immediately, and said, "Let's go, go to Luoxian Ridge." ”

......

Ten days have passed since the Battle of Ice Thunder Mountain.

Zhou Xuanji did not go out again, but took refuge in the plains.

Qiu Baili's eyes almost fell out when he learned that he had taken the Ice Thunder Son from the two foundation building monks.

This time it's not a sneak attack, it's not taking advantage of people's danger.

It's a battle of righteousness and brightness!

Is this kid already that strong?

That day, Qiu Baili was shocked by Zhou Xuanji again.

Until today, Zhou Xuanji has absorbed a piece of ice thunder and is breaking through the foundation building realm.

The use of the Ice Thunder Seed is the same as that of the Spirit Stone, holding it in the hand and running the exercises, it will automatically absorb the energy contained in its body.

Whew-

Spiritual energy poured into Zhou Xuan's body from all directions, forming a whirlwind above his head.

Xiao Jiang Xue stood ten meters away, her hands clasped in front of her chest, and kept praying for Zhou Xuanji.

According to Qiu Baili, the path of cultivation depends on blessings and misfortunes, and every time you break through a great realm, you will encounter various difficulties, and many monks die in the catastrophe of breakthrough.

"Don't worry, this kid has a big life. ”

Qiu Baili stroked his beard and smiled, watching Zhou Xuanji get stronger day by day, he was amazed and a little relieved at the same time.

After he leaves, Zhou Xuanji will also live well.

Maybe the next time we see you, the six-year-old will be famous.

Bang Bang -

Zhou Xuanji's body suddenly produced a crisp explosion sound, and Xiao Jiang Xue suddenly became nervous when he heard it.

Qiu Baili narrowed his eyes and muttered, "Steel, iron and iron ......"

This kid is really a double cultivation of the Dharma body.

While cultivating the physical body, the cultivation can also be quickly enhanced, and people are really different.

Soon, Zhou Xuanji's spiritual power suddenly skyrocketed, and a momentum erupted, shaking the grass on the ground and causing green waves.

Build the first layer of the foundation realm!

Zhou Xuanji finally broke through, and he could feel that the spiritual power in his body was like a small stream changing into a big river, full of power.

This feeling made him want to howl.

At the age of six, build the foundation!

The goal he had set for himself had finally been achieved!

No slap in the face!

Under the excitement, Zhou Xuanji jumped up violently, the Cold Wave Sword appeared in his left hand, and the Red Dragon Sword appeared in his right hand.

Stepping on the eight sword steps, the white crane swordsmanship in the left hand, the fire swordsmanship in the right hand, the body keeps moving, and the sword light flashes.

Whoa......

Zhou Xuanji's sword dance was so powerful that the Qi Cultivation Cultivator couldn't keep up with his sword speed at all.

It's like a white crane spreading its wings, and sparks are looming.

"Two-handed swords?"

"Two different swordsmanship?"

Qiu Baili's eyes widened, with a ghostly expression.

He had been warning himself before, don't be surprised by this kid again, the result is ......

Xiao Jiang Xue opened her mouth slightly, her eyes widened, although she couldn't understand it, she felt that Zhou Xuanji suddenly became powerful.

Just like a mortal suddenly becoming a martial arts master, the contrast between the front and back can cause a strong visual impact and spiritual shock.

At the same time, Zhou Xuanji has fallen into a certain state of mystery and mystery, and he can't explain clearly.

"Ding! Congratulations to the sword master for comprehending the dual-purpose of one heart!"

"Since the sword master has broken through to the foundation building realm, a random lottery will begin!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the sword master for winning the [Black Iron] Pig Killing Sword, Qi Gathering Technique, and one hundred third-level spirit stones!"

The voice of the sword spirit sounded one after another in Zhou Xuanji's mind, but his consciousness was still in an epiphany and he didn't notice it.

His sword speed is getting faster and faster, and his posture is chic and has a grandmaster temperament.

Qiu Baili's eyes were confused, and his mouth kept reading.

It was as if Zhou Xuanji's swing speed was too fast, and the wind generated was so loud that Xiao Jiang Xue couldn't hear what Qiu Baili was saying.

She leaned over to Qiu Baili and listened carefully.

I only heard Qiu Baili keep repeating one sentence in his mouth: "The momentum of the grandmaster will become the Sword Emperor!"