Li Qingshan finally understood why Qingniu looked down on the knife with a sensation, and even disdained the Flying Dragon Sword that ordinary people regarded as magical weapons. Compared with real spiritual weapons, they are indeed inferior products.

If Xiong Xiangwu used this spiritual weapon, he would be the one who died here today. However, ordinary martial arts practitioners could not see the inspiration. The antique calligraphy and paintings here were not collected by Xiong Xiangwu, but the second in commander dressed as a scholar. He saw that this calligraphy was a bit extraordinary, but he couldn't tell where it was extraordinary.

Even if you can see extraordinaryness, ordinary warriors cannot use spiritual weapons at all. Xiong Xiangwu has to bite his tongue and use his hard work to activate it. Once this scroll is rolled up, it will be invisible at all, which will make Li Qingshan cheaper.

Qingniu said: "This spiritual weapon seems to be incomplete, but only part of it."

When Li Qingshan saw that, he found that many strokes were interrupted on the edge of the paper, as if they were cut open.

Qingniu has extraordinary vision: "This spiritual weapon does not seem to be refined intentionally, but is more like a casual drawing, integrating the sword energy into the pen tip to stimulate the sword energy. If you have the intention, you may be able to understand a set of sword techniques from it. And once ordinary spiritual weapons are cut, they will be destroyed. People who only write this calligraphy have some tricks."

Li Qingshan understood Qingniu's temperament, and he had always been so arrogant. It was a remarkable evaluation to say "some methods" and so he examined this calligraphy more carefully and wanted to understand the sword technique.

He thought Shi Potian could understand the "King Xing" with his illiterate identity, which even the heroes in the martial arts world could not handle. He should have some advantages as a semi-illiterate person, but after looking at it, he got nothing. But the more he looked at it, the more he felt that he had a momentum, so he had no choice but to give up.

Xiao An stared at the scroll, the blood flames flashed, and suddenly picked up a scroll on the ground and danced. A gust of wind suddenly rose in the treasure house, and the scroll brought a afterimage, making a "whisper" sound that broke through the air, as if Xiao An was not the scroll in his hand, but the real sword.

The little skeleton was dancing around with a scroll, which was supposed to be weird and ridiculous, but in Li Qingshan's eyes, he could see a vaguely elegant swordsman who danced his swordsman and moved around, and couldn't help but murmur: "The fairy tales are all lies."

What kind of illiteracy and martial arts are all nonsense!

Qingniu glanced at Li Qingshan and said, "I understand!"

Li Qingshan believed that his understanding was not very poor, and he practiced "Niu De Mo's Powerful Fist" and was praised by Qingniu. If it weren't for his own problem, it could only be said that Xiao An's understanding was really high, and of course, there might be reasons why he understood calligraphy.

After Xiao An finished his last move, he decided to withdraw his sword. The scroll was broken inch by inch and turned into powder. Then he looked at Li Qingshan. Although he couldn't even express his expression, the blood flame clearly flashed with the emotion of "Come and praise me".

Li Qingshan touched his skull: "So smart!"

Xiao An immediately became happy. Seeing that Li Qingshan was a little hit, he wrote in his palm: "I will teach you!"

Li Qingshan smiled and said, "Okay, it seems that I have a lot to learn, but now I'll find a new home for you first!" I found a thick porcelain jar from those antique bottles and weighed it: "It seems too small."

Xiao An divided into bones and flew in "rattle", which scared Li Qingshan. He looked into the porcelain jar. A small skull and a pair of blood flames were looking at him brightly.

Well, I thought it was strange enough to raise a little ghost, but now it seems to be getting stranger. He said, "Good night!" and sealed the porcelain altar.

Li Qingshan lifted the porcelain jar, stuffed the silver notes into his arms, and only brought this scroll out, then closed the secret room again, and finally found the turmeric oil, except for the granary warehouse, spilled it on various camps and set off a big fire.

Since ancient times, killing and setting fires have been linked together.

Even in the wind and snow, the fire spread rapidly, and a huge fire rose in an instant, making Li Qingshan's cheeks turn red.

Li Qingshan spilled wine and oil on the corpse mountain again. No one knew whether these corpses that had been absorbed by Xiao An would see any flaws for others, so they simply burned them.

On the mountain road, the anti-threat team finally approached Heifeng Village after a night of hard marching.

When Huang Binghu thought it was too late, a red light suddenly shone in the sky and was shocked: "Can you?" He immediately ordered: "Start the march!" After crossing a ridge, Huang Binghu was stunned, and Liu Hong was also stunned. Even all the people who caught up with them could not speak.

The arrogant and terrifying Black Wind Village is burning, burning into a sea of ​​fire.

"Did it be that person who did this?" This question arose in everyone's mind.

After being shocked, the team rushed down the ridge as fast as possible, came to Heifeng Village, hesitated to pass through the broken village gate, and then saw a scene that they would never forget in this life.

In a sea of ​​fire, the heavy snow on the square was dyed bright red by blood and flames, with broken weapons in various colors. Li Qingshan sat in the center to repair it, and behind him was a burning mountain of corpses.

Four or five hundred people stopped, Huang Binghu and Liu Hong were no exception. The young man exuded an aura that was afraid to get close, like a demon god.

Li Qingshan opened his eyes: "You are here!" The two balls of fire reflected in his clear eyes, but it made people feel that the fire was burning from the bottom of his heart.

No one answered him!

Li Qingshan killed people and set fire, and tried magic tools. He consumed all his energy, physical strength and true energy. As soon as he sat down, he felt deeply tired. He simply meditated and rested. In this sea of ​​fire, the best place to allow him to rest was this open space. Even he himself did not expect that it would cause such an impact on others.

As an ordinary person, Ye Dachuan did not experience as much as Huang Jianhu Liu Hong. He stepped forward and said, "This... was all you did?" But he never dared to put his eyes on the corpse mountain behind Li Qingshan. The hot feeling and the smell of barbecue made him dizzy.

Li Qingshan nodded and jumped up, "Li Qingshan Pingheifeng Village here, and he will live up to his promises to the people of Woniu Village, to the adults, and to himself!"

Huang Binghu and Liu Hong noticed the terrifying crossbows scattered among the weapons on the ground, and they understood the terror of this thing best.

What kind of martial arts is that he has such strength! Liu Hong asked himself that he could not do this Li Qingshan. Even if the bandits were motionless and lined up to fight him, he would be exhausted. What's more, the bandits still held various weapons and many masters were in charge.

Liu Hong's eyes looked at the gourd on Li Qingshan's waist, and thought he had guessed something, but when he touched Li Qingshan's eyes, he quickly moved away.
Chapter completed!