"The Ghost Face Sect is a cult, and it is very powerful! It is known as a sect with millions of people, everyone has a ghost face, and they practice the method of yin spirits, which can communicate with the ghost world and drive away the evil ghosts and yin spirits. Liu Ruyan's face was grim, and he explained quietly.

"In other words, the person who wants to kill me is from the Devil Face Sect. Wei Ping's face changed, his eyes were dazed, and he replayed the chaotic memories in his mind, but he didn't find any memories of the Ghost Face Sect.

The chaotic memory picture was dizzy to see, he shook his head, his eyes shook with it, his eyes froze, and a flat, narrow hole appeared in his field of vision. The hole was too small to be found without looking closely, and the dagger was plunged deep into the hole.

"Aha, dagger. Wei Ping laughed loudly, gouged the hole with his hands, gouged the hole wider, and carefully, the dagger gradually revealed its true face.

It is a handleless dagger, three-edged, unusually sharp, and the overall appearance is an eerie gray color.

Wei Ping didn't dare to touch it with his hands, and turned his gaze to Liu Ruyan, Liu Ruyan's face was solemn, and his fingers were like a sword, pointing to the entrance of the cave, and the true yuan of the two fingertips in the middle of the food condensed into a line, and continuously wrapped towards the three-edged handleless dagger.

"Sneer—"

As soon as Zhen Yuan touched the dagger, he sneered, like water meets fire, and water and fire are incompatible.

"Sure enough, the Triangular God Dagger. Liu Ruyan's expression changed and he exclaimed.

"Three-edged God Dagger?" Wei Ping looked at his expression, and his heart was very uneasy.

"That's right, the Triangular Divine Dagger, the dagger dedicated to assassinating cultivators of the Protoss! As long as you are stabbed, even if you don't die, it will be difficult for your cultivation to recover as before. If it is stabbed on an important point, the cultivation will be ruined. Liu Ruyan looked at Wei Ping, her eyes full of questions and doubts.

"Protoss?" Wei Ping lowered his head, and a wave of anger rose in his heart, his grandfather was killed by the Protoss, the man who stood up to the sky.

"Yes, Protoss. Seeing that Wei Ping lowered his head, Liu Ruyan didn't ask, and looked at the sky, there was a divine realm above the sky.

Wei Ping suddenly raised his head, opened his mouth and was about to ask something, when a sword light passed through the misty forest and came from the deep mountains, but his face was full of eagerness.

Then there was a succession of sword lights, many senior brothers and sisters came from all directions, Wei Ping was very moved in his heart, and bowed down one by one to express his heartfelt gratitude.

"Third Senior Sister!" Many senior brothers and sisters bowed back as a courtesy, of course, the object was not him, but Liu Ruyan.

Liu Ruyan nodded slightly, and said lightly: "The matter has been resolved, let's go back." ”

"Yes, Third Senior Sister. He bowed again, stepped on the flying sword and returned the same way.

"Third Senior Sister, what's going on?" Ren Xing didn't leave, he was a personal disciple who managed the secular affairs of Sword Shrine Island, and this should have been Liu Ruyan's responsibility, but she had a weak temperament and didn't want to accept it, so it was his turn.

Liu Ruyan's eyes turned, and his eyes motioned for Wei Ping to speak.

"Senior brother, here's how it ......"

There is no time on the cultivation mountain, and three years have passed in a flash.

Iron Oak Peak on Sword Tsuka Island, the highest peak among more than 1,000 peaks!

In fact, it is not high compared with the Wolf's Tooth Peak, only more than 1,300 meters, but it is unusually steep, almost perpendicular to the ground, the sharp rocks are craggy, the sword aura is soaring, people stand at the foot of the mountain and look up, it is really very high!

Of course, among the peaks of five or six hundred meters on Kenzuka Island, it is indeed the highest peak, and it deserves it!

Wei Ping has been doing things every day for more than two years, climbing the peak, the family transmission of the thunder hidden exercises, the qi is like a swimming dragon, cruising the limbs and hundreds of remains, and there is a faint sound of thunder coming from the body. The surface of the body is also purple current, resisting the sword qi rushing straight up from the body of the Iron Oak Peak, all the time, which is a good way to quench the body.

I heard that when the sword qi quenching body reaches the highest depth, it can be practiced to achieve a supreme sword body, so that the human sword is one.

Use your hands and feet at the same time, find a climbing point, climb quickly, like a gecko, the speed is incredible, it is really ripe!

When there is no climbing point in front and back, he kicks his feet violently, his body rises nearly ten meters in the air, grabs a raised sharp rock, swings and swings, and rises again like an ape, so he climbs all the way, and has reached the top in less than half an hour.

There is an iron oak tree at the peak, the trunk is thick, the diameter is ten meters, the branches are numerous, like a snake bends and stretches in all directions, the leaves are luxuriant like a canopy, it has been rooted here for more than 300 years, the dark gray-brown bark gives people a sense of vicissitudes at a glance, and a kind of awe for life arises spontaneously.

There are many acorns growing on the branches, oblong, brown-red, fluffy at one end, smooth at the other, looking good-looking, the inner kernel is like peanut kernels, and it is delicious to eat.

At this time, there was a little boy sitting on a branch, carved in pink and jade, dressed as a little Taoist boy, fighting with an acorn, pinching his teeth and biting his feet, repeatedly, for a long time, but he couldn't get it open, and he was very distressed.

Seeing Wei Ping climb to the top of the peak, he immediately smiled, and when he smiled, he showed two rows of white teeth, and one of the upper rows was missing a large front tooth, and the wind was leaking.

Wei Ping showed a wry smile, took the acorn thrown by Little Pixiu, bit his teeth hard in the middle, squeaked for a long time, and finally clicked, the acorn cracked a crack, and then the true qi instilled his fingers, broke it hard, revealing the white and shiny kernel, and threw it back to Little Pixiu.

Sore tooth and mouth pain.

Little Pixiu caught the acorn with his right hand and looked surprised, every time. The iron oak tree at the top of the peak has grown into a holy tree, and the iron acorn is already a holy fruit, and the shell is known for being as hard as black iron, which is not something ordinary people can open!

Take out the nuts and throw them into your mouth, bite them crunchy, Xiao Pixiu squinted, the corners of his mouth rose, and his little face was satisfied! But after eating, he was immediately not satisfied, and picked another acorn and was about to throw it to Wei Ping, Wei Ping quickly stopped it, shaking his head like a rattle, and his teeth were still hurting.

"Say one a day, one at a time, and be a man and talk to count!"

"Little Pixiu is not human. ”

Wei Ping ignored Xiao Pixiu's wrinkled little face, walked to the triangular tower under the iron oak tree and sat cross-legged, and entered the sword spirit space with his ancestral thoughts.

In the sword spirit space, the sky is blue, white clouds are blooming, there is a lake between green mountains and green waters, a few black swans are playing in the water, and a thatched house is located on the shore.

The breeze blows and the reeds sway.

Peaceful and quiet.

Wei Ping asked little Pixiu that this was the "place" where his master lived before his death. He was the first person to enter here in more than three hundred years because of an acorn that was "indestructible" to him.

Little Pixiu looked at the acorn in his hand, wrinkled two small eyebrows, it was not lost, it was not lost, and the last anger was thrown directly into his mouth, and after swallowing it in his stomach, he immediately remembered the painful experience of pulling it last time, and his little face wrinkled into a bitter gourd face.

"Alas, the master said, tomorrow's sorrow will come, tomorrow's sorrow!"

Turning into a sword light, he rushed into the remnant sword that was inserted directly into the sword mound.

The wind and clouds were turbulent, the sword light rushed into the sky, and the Falling Sky Sword incarnated by Xiao Pixiu was murderous, falling straight down from the sky, dragging a long light tail, and the momentum was not amazing!

Wei Ping's mind incarnates the figure of the left foot on the left foot, the right foot on the right step, the air at the foot is vibrating, the body rumbles like thunder, the hands clench their fists against each other in the heart, the surface of the fist is violet lightning, the flow is surging, the more and more accumulates, when the flying sword is about to reach the top, a punch blasts out into the sky.

『Lei Yin Fist Breaking Style』

The action is exactly the same as that of the hunchbacked old man Lao Pu, although the weather is not the same, but there is a faint grandmaster's posture.

The Fourth Realm of Martial Artists, the Great Martial Master of the Seven Spirits Realm!

Martial artists from the third realm to the fourth realm, breaking the realm is particularly difficult, the middle is like a moat! Wei Ping broke through one realm in three years, and reached the realm of seven spirits, it is not too much to say that he is a peerless genius, generally speaking, a moderately talented martial artist breaks through one realm in ten years, and those with worse qualifications are twenty or Chinese New Year's Eve years......

"Grandpa Pu, look, young master, am I a thief?!"