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For more than three years, Qi Yu has worked extremely hard in his cultivation, and he has already cultivated to the extreme of the Qingtian Gong of the Introductory Mind Method, and among the disciples who have just started in recent years, he can be regarded as the best. He was favored by a senior deacon of Qingtianmen, worshiped him, and as a disciple, he was classified as a disciple of the inner sect, and was awarded the intermediate mental method of the sect "Qingtianjing".

As for Lan Yun, because of Qi Yu's relationship, he was almost reduced to a miscellaneous disciple, but now he has successfully been truly accepted as an outer disciple, and he can be regarded as a cronie of Qi Yu's faction in Qingtianmen.

Outer disciples can only practice introductory mental methods and introductory martial arts, and only inner disciples of intermediate sects are qualified to practice introductory mental methods and martial arts. And the inner disciples, in addition to practicing on the mountain, can also go down the mountain and enter the world.

"Brother Qi, what are you going to do after you go down the mountain?" Lan Yun looked at Qi Yu, unable to hide the emotions in her heart.

"I've already thought about it, after coming down the mountain, join the Restoration Alliance!" Qi Yu replied while taking the time to dance his sword.

Qi Yu is like this, even if he has been promoted to an inner disciple, his hard work has not stopped, and in his daily life, in addition to practicing internal strength, he is practicing swordsmanship. Even if it was the current inner disciple, there were deacons, elders, etc. on the top, and Qi Yu didn't dare to relax a bit.

"Why don't you join the Yuan Gang? I heard that our Qingtianmen also has a top ten master who is in a high position in the Yuan Gang, wouldn't it be better to have him take care of him?" Lan Yun was puzzled. Even if it is more than three years, the gap between Lan Yun and Qi Yu is quite obvious, even if the swordsmanship and body skills go hand in hand, there is also no slackness, but the talent is limited, even now, it is only the strength of the eighth rate close to the seventh rate.

"The Yuan Gang is powerful, even if the top ten sects go to surrender, they may not be able to gain anything. The Yuan Alliance, but the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh gangs in the Yuan Domain have joined forces to fight against the Yuan Gang, and any of these gangs alone is far from the Yuan Gang, but together, they can fight against one or two. The icing on the cake is better than sending charcoal in the snow. In time, I will complete the cultivation of the Qingtian Sutra and the Qingyun Serial Sword, and I can also enter the ranks of top-grade masters, and when the time comes, I will join the Fuyuan Alliance, and I will not become a pawn. ”

After Qi Yu was unwilling, the Keyuan Gang was too strong, so strong that even Qingtianmen might not be an opponent. He will choose his target, but he will never choose a target to die.

"I don't know what happened to the others. Qi Yu's eyes were a little sluggish, and his thoughts drifted into the distance.

It has been several days since the bloody knife gate catastrophe.

Thanks to the hard firewood knife, Luohe used the firewood knife to split into the cliff rocks, slowing down the speed of landing all the way, so that he did not fall to pieces. Rao was like this, few of his bones were intact, and the wound on his shoulder blades was even more bloodstained.

But no matter how painful it was, Luo He didn't snort. Maybe he is used to pain, and his pain nerves have long been numb, and if he were an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would have fainted in pain.

Barely running the Blood River Demon Skill, repairing the tendons and veins in this body bit by bit. Fortunately, there are many creatures around, even now, ordinary animals can't turn him into a hungry thing.

For three months, Luohe stayed at the foot of the Blood Knife Mountain for three months.

In fact, as early as a month, the injuries on Luo He's body had almost recovered. But he did not leave this place, but opened a small cave with a firewood knife and took shelter in it temporarily.

After using it for two months, he temporarily reluctantly worked out the internal strength of the Blood Lake Demon Skill.

Originally, a normal person who practiced martial arts, wanted to deliberate on a more profound mental method, did not have more than ten years of penance, did not want to succeed, and if he was not careful, he would end up with all his muscles and veins broken and become a wasted person.

The difference from others is that Luo He has already obtained the upper half of the Blood Lake Demon Skill, and the Inner Strength of the Blood Knife Sect is in the same line, with the upper half, it is not too difficult to deduce the whole book. What's more, he only discovered that if he tried to refine the mental method in the blood-colored dream, even if there was an error in the mental method of transport, resulting in the breaking of the tendons and veins, he would only be killed by the blood-colored creature after a period of time. Thus, there is indeed an additional experience of wrong failure.

Others don't have such opportunities, but Luohe does. As long as the research is successful once, it can be fully used in the real world. In the remaining two months, Luo He had died more than two hundred times in the Blood Dream Realm, and finally succeeded in deducing the true qi transfer method of the Blood Lake Demon Skill.

But he also knows that if you want to hurry, you can't get there. He didn't have a proper cultivation of the Blood Lake Demon Skill now, even if he learned the cultivation method of the Blood Sea Demon Skill, it would be useless except to use it as a reference, so it was better to put his mind on the cultivation of the Blood Lake Demon Gong first.

In the fourth month, Luohe had already left the Blood Knife Mountain, and occasionally went to the city. When the Blood Knife Sect was in the first year, as a miscellaneous disciple, he could get a subsidy of twenty-five taels of silver every year, and in the second and third years, he was taken care of by the bloody heart, and he was still a miscellaneous disciple in name, but his income was nearly a hundred taels.

He has nowhere to spend, and naturally this silver has never been used on his body, and when he goes out of the mountain, he doesn't have to worry about not even having silver.

In this way, it took about half a year.

After Luo He handed over five copper coins to the guards of Blood Yuan City as the head money for the entrance, he walked directly to the blacksmith shop.

"The kitten is here again, do you still want a firewood knife this time? In the past few months, you have asked for a lot of firewood knives, aren't they all broken?" The man who struck the iron was burly, but the grade was not big, and he smashed on the iron felt again and again, full of strength.

"Don't laugh at the big piece of iron, are there any good weapons this time?" Luo He couldn't bear the smile on his face. Few people can make him laugh, but the blacksmith in front of him, coincidentally, turned out to be a classmate of the orphanage. Since he was a child, he has been nicknamed Iron Block, and his body is a little taller and more powerful than his peers.

At the beginning, many people went to Qingtianmen together, and the qualifications of the iron block were naturally not needed by Qingtianmen, and of course they were not recruited into it. However, he had a good fortune, and on the way back to Qingyuan City, he was accepted by a hermitage. Originally, he was lucky, but he had only been practicing for less than a while, and his hermit master died because when he was competing with others, new injuries and old illnesses attacked together.

The iron block has not even learned one or two of his master, the only good thing is that he has learned the handle of striking iron, and the eighteen hammers used by one hand are superb, although the forged weapons are not as good as the sharp weapons of the gods, but in Luohe's eyes, they are enough to compare to the blood knife worn by Liu Zong.

It's a pity that Tie Tu doesn't know the way of the world, and when he first came to Blood Yuan City, although he didn't say that he was penniless, he was almost reduced to the point of asking for food. Coincidentally, he was bumped into by the Luo River that had just come out. Luo He also had some entanglements in his hands, so he set up a shop for the iron block, and it was expected that it would not be a problem to support himself with the iron method.

Blood Yuan City has never been peaceful, but Iron Block is not an ordinary blacksmith. An eyeless gangster came to the door, and he was easily beaten away by the iron block and his eighteen hammers, and after a long time, he was also cleaned.

"These two Qingshui swords are treasures built by my heart, and they are fifty taels more expensive than before, count you two hundred and fifty taels. The iron hammer slammed into the iron felt, and then pointed to the two neat long sword paths beside him.

Luohe looked at it, these two swords were full of flesh, made of a thousand hammers of fine iron, the sword body was slender rather than sharp, and they were sold on the rivers and lakes, not to mention two or three thousand silver. The iron is also grateful to Luohe, otherwise he would not be willing to give it to Luohe at such a price so low as the market price.

It is not the first time that Luo He has done such a business of buying and selling, the previous batch of fine iron long swords, two hundred taels of iron was given to Luo He, and he could sell more than five hundred taels and one stalks.

"Little kitten, you bastard, you know how to take advantage of our big iron!" said a little girl, coming out of the inner room. The little girl has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, although she can't say that she looks like a fairy, but she is also much better than ordinary people.

"Don't make people laugh at what kind of friendship you have with the kittens, and quickly get those things out for the kittens to eat. Iron wiped his sweat and said to the little girl. This little girl is the object of his photo, called Mo Yu, and it is said that the family is born as a tailor. At first, the family didn't look down on him as an ironworker, but after half a year, both of them and Luohe made a good fortune, and Mo Yu's family no longer blocked it, and the most important thing was that it was ineffective.

With a blank look at the iron, Mo Yu returned to the inner room.