After the two returned to the dragon's head house, the gray-clothed boy was still drunk, patting his lower abdomen with one hand and muttering.

When the man with his eyebrows furrowed saw this scene, Ruma's mood suddenly eased a lot.

He took out the picture of the mountains from his sleeve, opened it, and gave the young man a look, asking him to be careful and quiet.

Jiang Huai immediately turned his head to look, on the white paper, a high mountain covered with rice paper stood majestically, and the mountainside was shrouded in clouds and mist, like a thin veil.

After staring at it for a long time, it was as if it was immersive, and the whole mountain was reflected in front of me, which was intimidating.

He Siqi shook the picture scroll and explained: "There is a small world in this mountain map, of course, that mountain also really exists, the Haoran Qi inside is more dense than the outside, and the oppressive force is full, as long as you resist the pressure and keep absorbing the Haoran Qi, you can naturally step into the Three Realms, but as long as you persist for a longer time, the Qi Mansion will be broader, Gu Baichuan has been here for seven days, and the Qi Mansion has expanded to eight hundred zhang." ”

Jiang Huai took out the small medicine bottle that Ding Qiuxiang gave him last time and asked, "Can you smear this?"

He Siqi took out a round ball from his waist and handed it to the young man and nodded: "Of course you can, but it's useless to have more, this is called Dragon Tiger Pill, which can not only forcibly strengthen your physique, but also reduce most of the oppression you are subjected to in a short period of time." ”

The young man took the pill and put it in the Qiankun bag, took a deep breath, and said, "I'm ready." ”

He Siqi nodded with a smile, and then brushed the scroll with one hand, and after a dazzling golden light, a huge suction force was generated on the scroll, and Jiang Huai was directly pulled into the scroll.

After doing this, the handsome man showed a hint of expectation on his face, slowly put the scroll on the table, lay on the wooden board and squinted and fell asleep.

As for the outcome, just wait and see.

Jiang Huai instantly felt that he was being enveloped in a palm, hunting in the wind, and fell to the ground after the sky whirled.

He rubbed his ass, but it hurt enough.

When the boy came back to his senses, he was shocked by what he saw, and he was on top of a majestic mountain, standing thousands of feet above the ground and facing the wind.

The east is covered by mountains and rivers, only in the first line, and there are rivers in the west that are surging and flowing, running endlessly.

Overlooking the mountains from here, you can't help but feel like the whole world is under your feet.

But it was just a breath, the young man's legs immediately kept shaking, and the majestic aura continued to tilt down from the morning sun above his head, like a golden giant hammer that kept hitting downward, from the head, from the legs, from the waist, back and forth, and finally turned into an afterimage and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Jiang Huai hurriedly sat down cross-legged, resisted the pressure pouring everywhere with his physique, took his mind, slowly felt every move in front of him, and began to absorb this rich ocean-like majestic qi.

After some time, the boy began to fidget, and the huge hammer that slammed down from his head became heavier and heavier, and more and more anxious.

In this small world, there seems to be only this giant sun and nothing else, and the pain under this pressure is secondary, and the waiting is the most tormenting.

The boy had to feel that every time a stick of incense passed, he used his finger to draw a vertical mark in front of him, and by this time the ground was already full of marks.

He reached out and took out a piece of rice paper again to write a rejuvenation talisman, held it above his head and crushed it with one hand, and a warm air like a spring breeze gradually fell on his shoulders, taking away some of the pressure.

He took a long breath and muttered, "It's been four days." ”

As time passed, the boy's immaculate physique became more and more solid, and the inside of his body was like a lake near a mountain pass, almost about to explode.

Above the sky, another golden giant hammer fell from above, smashing the young man's waist pole alive, and at the same time, a subtle sound came from the lower abdomen.

The boy stepped into the three realms.

Streams of majestic aura began to surge wildly around the young man, wrapping around his body, as if turning into a golden cocoon.

Jiang Huai's lower abdomen was hot, and there was a cyclone in the dantian that continued to expand.

One zhang, ten zhang, one hundred zhang...

What followed was a pressure that exceeded several times before, and Jiang Huai instantly began to peel flesh from his wrist, leaving blood at the corners of his mouth.

He quickly took out the medicine bottle and smashed it directly, and the cyan ointment directly turned into a stream of milk to cover the whole body, constantly damaged, and constantly repaired.

Outside the picture scroll, the sky was full of stars, and He Siqi was very happy to drink to the moon.

He twisted the small gourd in his hand and kept laughing: "The Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, and the picture scroll is worth ten thousand gold, boy, you must resist it." ”

The man retracted his gaze, stretched out his two fingers and smashed them on the head of the gray-clothed boy who was sleeping next to him, and laughed: "Innocent, how about continuing to fight." ”

Unexpectedly, the drunken little raccoon cat was still in a dream, muttering twice and falling asleep again.

He Siqi shook his head and smiled bitterly, so he had to face the three of them, raise his head and raise a gourd in the bright moon to drink.

In the academy, there was a young man whose mouth was hooked, very proud, he stretched out a hand forward, and a white flying sword like glass suddenly flew into the palm of his hand, and then it was swung upwards below, nothing special, but the next moment, a golden sword qi as thin as silk threads rose from the ground and went straight into the sky.

The young man held the flying sword in his hand, and his footsteps swept up, like stepping on the flying swallow and climbing up, holding the sword in both hands and flying into the sky to directly cut off the golden silk thread.

He floated to the ground, took a long time, and smiled at a woman in white behind him who looked like a fairy: "Sister Fairy, how about my hand Feiyan still nests." ”

The woman smiled and patted the young man's forehead lightly, and in addition to appreciation, she also reprimanded, "Be faster, and wait until you can't stop it yourself." ”

The young man bent his hand in front of him to look at Mingyue from afar, then made a gesture of shaking it, held Mingyue in the palm of his hand, raised his head and whispered, "It's not far away." ”

Two days have passed in a blink of an eye, and Jiang Huai has been in the picture scroll for six days, and at this time, the young man is sitting on the high mountain, but he is miserable, and blood keeps leaving blood on his mouth and nose, but the blood disappears in an instant after staining his clothes.

Although the young man was still dressed in white, he was as if he had lost his spirit, and he did not fall into a coma with his last breath.

And that Dragon Tiger Pill has been swallowed yesterday, although the effect is remarkable, but after all, there is only one, He Siqi also said that it is useless to eat too much, at most you can eat one.

He looked at the Qi Mansion in his body, which was still expanding, and muttered: "Seven hundred zhang, which means that as long as I hold on for one more day, I can reach the length of eight hundred zhang, but..."

The sun in the sky fell again, and a golden sledgehammer slammed down.

The boy narrowed his eyes, "No, I can't stand it." ”

At this moment, the pure white peiyu engraved on his waist with "everything is inferior, only reading is high" floated towards the top of the young man's head, and wisps of golden light spread out from it to form a golden light curtain in front of the young man.

But since Peiyu flew out on her own, the sun was even more intense, and golden sword shadows flew out like a shower of rain and kept smashing down on the golden light curtain.

A dazzling crack actually appeared on the pure white jade, and the golden light curtain became thinner and thinner, but it was finally blocked.

The young man in white slowly closed his eyes, a little unwilling to do so, and only the faint sound of breathing lingered in front of his ears.

"Jiang Huai, I'm not a little bold, last time my father didn't let me eat, I dared to talk back to him, a manly man, he said that he would eat two bowls. ”

The boy heard a voice in front of his ear and took a closer look.

"Stones..."

He seemed to muster up a little bit of energy, wanting to take a second look at the little fat man.

"Jiang Huai, you are not only talented in reading, but also like a giant sun hanging high, you can get it, don't waste it. ”

"Sir..."

"Jiang Huai, are you little rabbit cub in trouble again, and you haven't eaten yet? Look at your down-and-out appearance, aunt, I am kind enough to give you a bowl of rice to eat, you must know how to repay the favor in the future. ”

"Aunt Wang..."

One familiar figure after another hurriedly floated in front of him, sighing, rejoicing, and then dissipating in an instant.

The young man raised his eyes again, and there was only a simple word "broken" in front of him, which came into view.

Although it is only the size of the palm of a hand, it is as bright as the scorching sun, exuding several zhang of brilliance.

Outside the picture scroll, He Siqi kept beading sweat on his forehead, and he kept pacing back and forth in the small courtyard.

He slowly stretched out his hand to fish the boy out of it, after all, it was true as he said, if something is gone, it will be gone, but if a person dies, he is really dead.

But when the man raised his hand, he slowly put his hand down, and there was a trace of joy in his eyes, and even he was a little agitated.

In the picture scroll, the young man in white has already stood up, standing under a layer of light curtain, his hands are fists, and he seems to have pinched a word.

The Haoran Qi in the body rolled back and forth, more than 800 zhang.

He looked up at the golden sword shadow that had fallen like a shower again, and gently stretched out his two fingers to write a "broken word" under the void.

The golden light curtain should have shattered, and the pure white jade also gave birth to several cracks like glass, and then turned into dust and scattered in the sky.

Thousands of golden sword shadows almost disappeared on the golden light curtain, leaving only the last one.

After the young man wrote down the word "broken", the eight hundred zhang Haoran qi in his body suddenly surged and swept away, constantly floating out of his fingertips.

There is one word in the sky, which can break all things.

The golden font suddenly flew up, turning into a golden rainbow and colliding with the golden sword shadow.

The clouds and mist on the mountain suddenly began to sweep in all directions, and disappeared more than dozens of feet in an instant.

The young man in white stood on the top of the mountain, overlooked the beautiful scenery below it again, and began to roar loudly.

"Sir, if you set foot in the Eight Hundred Haoran Qi, can you call yourself an immortal in one place. ”

A loud voice came from afar, shaking the mountains, "But!"

The young man was instantly grabbed out of it by a giant hand, and when he landed again, he was already in the head of the Yulong Academy of Shangde Academy.

He Siqi nodded with a little appreciation, looked at some of the light and shadows that had disappeared from the scroll, and laughed loudly: "Don't hide, it's time to start showing your talents." ”

After these words, a stream of golden aura emanated from the young man's body, like a breeze blowing on the hill around the academy.

A young man who was sitting cross-legged and carrying a glass flying sword on his legs turned his head away, with a strong fighting spirit, and he also fought against it with a strong momentum.

There was a dead fish-eyed young man who was indifferent to everything, Mu Ran raised his head, stretched out a hand upward under the moon shadow, and a golden brush appeared in his hand, which was engraved with four golden characters of "three points into the wood".

After he took it with one hand, he stared at a certain place in the academy and said indifferently: "Dong Li, ask for a fight." ”

It's still five words.

A thin young man with a bamboo pole in the Fish Dragon Courtyard opened his mouth, shook his head, and asked a bloated young man in front of him, "You first, I first?"

The young man named Jiang Tong thought for a moment and sighed, "Forget it, we are indeed a step behind. ”

Jiaolong Academy regained several fierce breaths, soaring to the sky, and Shangde Academy instantly seemed like a hundred flowers contending, climbing each other.

A white-haired old man pursed his lips and pressed down with one palm, and the academy was as quiet as night.

The old man was a little impatient and said, "It's so late, don't you let us old guys sleep peacefully?"

It seemed that he felt a little swept away everyone's interest, and the old man said again: "It is better to compare the cultivation than the high and low, it is better to compare who has made a greater contribution, such as governing the troubled times, or stabilizing the country, if you have the courage, you might as well leave a name, and see it later, I will decide the victory or defeat." ”

Loud voices suddenly sounded in the silent academy, and they responded.

The white-clothed young man standing in the dragon head residence of the Fish Dragon Courtyard also bowed his hand slightly, and said the words he was most familiar with.

"My name is Jiang Huai!"