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"Who the hell are you? What do you want?"

Zhuo Bufan had a horror in his eyes that could not be concealed, and he thought that after 30 years of dormancy, he would be able to walk alone in the rivers and lakes after practicing his sword skills, and he would be ashamed of himself.

I didn't want to be restrained by Ding Chunqiu effortlessly at this moment, and the horror and disbelief in my heart were already beyond words.

The wind blows, the grass and trees are slightly slanted, and there is a waning moon hanging above the treetops, scattering a bright white light.

The breeze was slightly cool, reflecting the white moonlight, sprinkled down, and he could only see one side face of the other party.

"I am, Ding Chunqiu!"

The flat voice, suddenly remembered, Ding Chunqiu turned around, smiling, but in Zhuo Bufan's heart, it stirred up a thousand waves.

"You are the old monster of the stars, Ding Chunqiu???"

Zhuo Bufan's face changed suddenly, and he looked at Ding Chunqiu and suddenly said angrily: "No! This is impossible! Ding Chunqiu, the old monster of the stars, became famous more than ten years ago, it must not be your age, who are you?"

Although Zhuo Bufan lives in seclusion in Changbai Mountain all the year round, but in the end he is a rookie in martial arts thirty years ago, even in order to avoid the strong enemy of the Vulture Palace, but in the past thirty years, he has also paid attention to the trends in the rivers and lakes, and Ding Chunqiu has been famous for nearly twenty years, and the person in front of him looks at most thirty years old, maybe not yet, if he is Ding Chunqiu, will he become famous at the age of ten?

Zhuo Bufan naturally wouldn't believe what Ding Chunqiu said, his eyes were shining at the moment, he wanted to see what else he would say if he was exposed by himself?

"Hmph!" Hearing this, Ding Chunqiu was surprised in his heart.

Since his inexplicable rejuvenation since he crossed over, no one has ever said anything about his age, and he didn't want to be told by this Zhuo Bufan today, so he suddenly sneered and said: "The world is so big that there are no wonders, how do you know that some martial arts can be rejuvenated by cultivating to the extreme?"

Speaking of this, Ding Chunqiu couldn't help but think of the demonic magic skill "Eight Desolations" in his heart.

It can be rejuvenated once every 30 years. And the Tianshan Tong in Tianlong has practiced to the time of the third rejuvenation, although her rejuvenation is just a formality, not a real rejuvenation.

But if it is really about to deduce the extreme realm, just like the little Wuxiang Gong has practiced to the realm of the Wuxiang Divine Skill, who dares to conclude that he can't really rejuvenate himself?

What's more, this "Eight Desolations" is said to be "Supreme Pure Yang Gong", which can be practiced and reversed, and Tianshan Tong is practiced in reverse, what will be the effect if it is practiced positively?

For a while, Ding Chunqiu's heart flipped and his imagination flowed.

And when Zhuo Bufan heard his words, his expression suddenly changed, and he muttered: "Rejuvenation, rejuvenation, is it ......?"

He suddenly remembered the dream demon in his heart in the past thirty years, the female devil who killed people without blinking, and it was said that she could rejuvenate herself with her kung fu.

At this moment, he suddenly raised his head, looked at Ding Chunqiu, and said, "What is the relationship between you and Tianshan Tong's grandmother?"

Seeing his reaction, Ding Chunqiu laughed and said, "You finally thought of it?

Zhuo Bufan's face suddenly changed miserably, and then he suddenly laughed, and said: "I am pretentious in vain, thinking that I have obtained the inheritance of the divine skills of my predecessors, and after thirty years of dormancy, I can cut the thief and avenge my master, but I don't want to sit in the well and watch the sky, even her juniors can't win, it's true, stupid." ”

He muttered in a low voice, with a strong self-deprecation in his eyes, raised his head, and said, "Today in your hands, I have nothing to say, so you took my life to invite merit like that old thief." Hate only hates God for not opening his eyes and making such a big joke with me!"

Zhuo Bufan said sadly, reflecting the whistling north wind, breaking with a sense of grandeur and fierceness.

"Are you finished?" Ding Chunqiu suddenly spoke, interrupting Zhuo Bufan's self-deprecation, and said, "Your sword skills were practiced from the magic skills left by your predecessors?"

Zhuo Bufan was stunned, he thought that Ding Chunqiu would kill him with a sword, but he didn't want to ask about his sword skills.

I was shocked, and I just wanted to veto, but after thinking about it, the sword book was in my arms, and I would get it if I was killed by him, so I said: "Not bad!"

"Where is the secret book of the exercises now?" Ding Chunqiu continued to ask.

Zhuo Bufan was going to die this time, and he also let go of his mind, no longer hiding it, and said: "In my arms!"

Ding Chunqiu stretched out his hand and took out a package wrapped in oiled paper from his arms, his eyes lit up, and he said, "This is it?"

Zhuo Bufan's eyes showed a trace of reluctance, this thing was a mastery that he inadvertently obtained when he fled to Changbai Mountain after Manmen was slaughtered, and it was precisely because of this mastery that he saw the hope of revenge.

Since then, this thing has not had to leave his body, and he was taken by Ding Chunqiu at this moment, and he naturally felt reluctant in his heart.

It's nothing else, it's human nature.

Ding Chunqiu opened the oilcloth package, and there were two secret books in it, one was the "Zhou Gong Sword Technique" performed by Zhuo Bufan before, and the other was an ancient book called "Wuxiang Sword Sutra".

Ding Chunqiu's eyelids jumped suddenly, but when he saw the four words 'Wuxiang Sword Sutra', he suddenly shone brightly, as if thousands of swords were attacking and killing.

Ding Chunqiu didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly threw the ancient book out, and he himself flew backwards.

The sword came and went as fast as it came, and by the time it stood still, it had already disappeared.

And the "Phaseless Sword Sutra" fell into the dust, without the slightest weirdness.

Zhuo Bufan looked at Ding Chunqiu strangely, not knowing what he really did like this.

Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, Ding Chunqiu calmed the fear in his heart and said, "Did you see the scene of thousands of swords flying together just now?"

Zhuo Bufan shook his head and said, "I didn't see it." This situation is also impossible, although this "Phaseless Sword Sutra" is a peerless study in the world, it is impossible to practice thousands of swords!"

And so it was!

Ding Chunqiu secretly thought to himself that after the sword disappeared before, he suspected that it was a pure spiritual impact, which was impossible to see under normal circumstances.

Seeing Zhuo Bufan's answer like this at this moment confirmed the guess in his heart.

For a moment, his heart suddenly became hot.

It seems that I really picked up a treasure this time!

Wrap the "Wuxiang Sword Sutra" in a grease cloth again, carefully put it into his arms, and recalled the content of Wuyazi's conversation with him that day.

Among them, there is a crucial information, that is, after being promoted to the innate level, if you want to enter the Heavenly Dao, you will be involved in the spiritual level.

How it is, Wu Yazi didn't elaborate, and he shouldn't know it.

For Wu Yazi's words, Ding Chunqiu always felt a little exaggerated before.

Spiritual?

In other words, isn't that the power of the soul, or the power of the mind in Xianxia novels.

If it was placed in Huang Yi's martial arts world, Ding Chunqiu would not doubt it, but this is the Heavenly Dragon, not the Broken Void or the Tang Double Dragon!

But the previous scene made Ding Chunqiu believe it in his heart.

That is by no means an illusion, Sen Han's killing machine envelops him, Ding Chunqiu will definitely not feel wrong.

That kind of real scene, like there are really thousands of murderous long swords coming to kill with all their might, if you don't retreat, you will end up in pieces.

Calm down, press the heat in your heart to the bottom of your heart, put away the "Wuxiang Sword Sutra", and turn your head to look at Zhuo Bufan.

Na Zhuo Bufan was also looking at him at the moment, but when he saw Ding Chunqiu turn his head, he said, "Let's do it!"

The moment he spoke, Zhuo Bufan closed his eyes.

In his opinion, Ding Chunqiu is the nephew of Tianshan Tong's grandmother, so he will naturally not let go of his life.

In this case, it is better to be tough, at least so that the other party will not underestimate himself.

However, the wind in my ears is still there, but it didn't usher in the fatal blow that should have happened?

"After today, go back where you come from, my master is not something you can deal with!"

Suddenly, Ding Chunqiu's voice sounded, and Zhuo Bufan suddenly opened his eyes, but Ding Chunqiu's figure had disappeared.

Only the north wind, whistling, rustling leaves in the moonlight.