Nie Fan and Yang Xuening were both immersed in their perception. Both of them had closed their eyes, their hair was dancing, their bodies were straight and motionless. In a blink of an eye, it was the third day.

Nie Fan's room was filled with sword energy, and the black figures were densely filled with them, filling every corner of the room. Different moves danced together, silently, complicated and mixed, and the scene was amazing.

In Yang Xuening's room, there was already snow and ice. Every raised place turned into an iceberg. A woman in white was practicing swords around her. The sword shadow was sharp, the cold wind was whistling, and the invisible air conditioning was filled with cold air.

"Grandma, my head hurts so much." Li Xiaodie in the room rubbed her head with both hands, and turned her face with a look of pain, looking at the old woman and muttering.

The old woman was trimming a few pots of light yellow flowers in the wooden corridor behind the house, as if she didn't hear Li Xiaodie's voice.

Seeing that the grandmother ignored her, Li Xiaodie knew that she was angry. She walked to the table with a bitter face and reached out to pick up the teapot.

"It will hurt even more after drinking it." Before Li Xiaodie fell down, the old woman's voice came out.

"Grandma, what should I do? It hurts so much..." Li Xiaodie rubbed her head hard and walked towards the old woman behind the house with a bitter look on her face.

"Hmph, let's see if you dare to do it next time!" The old woman couldn't bear it after all. She turned around before she could come over and looked at her and said, "Go to the village chief's house to have some sobering soup, and then go to bed at their house, when will you wake up and when will you come back."

"Oh." Li Xiaodie knocked on the forehead with her right hand. After hearing the old woman's words, she turned around and walked out helplessly. She was not afraid of anyone in the entire village, just afraid of the village chief. If he knew that she had stolen a big bowl of Grandpa Jiu's old cellar, she would probably be scolded.

Just as the old woman watched Li Xiaodie go downstairs, she suddenly looked up at the sky to the east.

Her eyes suddenly became deeper, and strange vortexes turned, and a picture reflected in her eyes.

In the void where she was unknown, there was a sudden turbulence. She was dressed in gray clothes, white hair, calm and gaze-like old man appeared in the void. Then she took a step and walked straight towards the village where she was. Each step crossed an extremely distant distance, as if walking on a mountain.

The old woman's eyes turned and her eyes turned into a strange light, she sighed softly and said to herself, "It's faster than I thought."

Just as she sat down and reached out to pick up the three things on the table, she suddenly became stunned again and turned to look at the place just now.

The strange light in her eyes turned again, and another picture appeared. A little old man appeared at the place where he had just come out of Zhoushan. As soon as he came out, he stretched his head and looked around. His small eyes were a wretched expression, which was simply a living version of the scathing eyes.

The old woman's eyes quickly returned to calm, she shook her head and said, "Lotus Temple has also declined."

After saying that, she reached out and pulled the three things on the table in front of her, opened the packaging, lid, sealed mud, and stood up, and various rich fragrances were everywhere.

The old woman put two snow-white pills into the wine jar, poured all the ten-scene liquid into it, then picked up the wine jar, shook it hard, and a more intense fragrance filled the aura. The old woman sniffed it gently, nodded with satisfaction, and covered the sealing mud.

The old woman sealed the mud, looked upstairs, then turned around and walked outside.

Because this is likely to be the last time the sacrifice was held in the Man Court, and the meeting was particularly grand and grand, so the sacrifice time is likely to be delayed, and there are too many things to be busy with, even she can't be idle.

Nie Fan and Yang Xuening upstairs were still experiencing the ordinary landscape paintings and unfathomable sword techniques made the two unconsciously calm in it. Rather than saying that they were experiencing the sword techniques, they understood the Tao.

These paintings must be left by a supreme master, and contain the incredible charm of Taoism. All those who practice Taoism desire it.

Nie Fan was straight and as sharp as a sword. At some point around him, seven black phantoms were practicing swords, holding a colorful long sword, flashing constantly, and could be connected vaguely, forming a set of profound sword techniques that were as silk as rain.

Yang Xuening's pretty face was calm, with a little bit of ice staining on her body, making her look more and more holy. There was a snow-white lotus in front of her and a white figure on each of the lotus, constantly dancing.

No one has the tendency to wake up, and they have fallen into deep insights.

Zhoushan soon appeared above the village. He glanced at him without caring, and walked directly to the sky-like mountain to the west.

After he left, more than a dozen people in the small village immediately looked up and looked him towards Manting. Before they could withdraw their gaze, another sneaky person was hiding in the void, but he could not escape their eyes, but he didn't stop him. He just sighed in his heart that there were not as many people who came to the village today for thousands of years, and it became more and more confirmed that the grandma's words might be fulfilled soon.

"Get ready." In the meeting hall of the village chief's house, the grandmother looked at a group of old men and said.

Seven or eight old men, including the village chief, looked at each other and nodded. The village chief with long hair and waist said, "Then let the tribe prepare and move to the East China Sea."

When the old men heard this, they stood up and walked outside with different expressions.

"Grandma, those two little friends?" The village chief looked at the grandma sitting beside him, with a hint of confusion. The village chief is not big, with no more than thirty families in total. Li Xiaodie brought back two guests and naturally could not hide it from him. When Li Xiaodie borrowed the three treasures in the village, he naturally became clearer.

"I have something to do with that old man." The old woman said, thinking for a while and then said, "I won't go to Donghai anymore. I'm a little worried about the old man."

When the village chief heard the words "Old Man", he felt a little ashamed and hurriedly said, "Don't worry, grandma, I will bring my tribe members safely."

"Yes." The old woman looked a little reluctant, and looked at the room and said, "Take all the things you can bring with you."

The village chief also nodded, especially the elderly, who had deeper feelings for this place, and they wanted to move over every tree and every tree together.

Boom boom boom boom

Just as the two were talking, suddenly, the wooden house swayed, and a thunderous sound came from a distance.

The two looked at each other without saying a word. They all knew that the man was forcibly breaking through the Barbarian Court's sealed formation just now and wanted to enter.

"As soon as possible." The old woman stood up and walked outside with a cane.

The village chief quickly stood up and sent her out.

The old woman, leaning on a cane, quickly returned to her wooden house, feeling the sword energy that was unconsciously emitted from above, and smiled and said, "Let's see if you can surpass me and the old man."

After saying that, she walked towards her room, put down her crutches, and sat down on a quaint futon.

There was a loud bang coming from the west. The people in the village were not surprised. They knew that something was going to happen, and they were all preparing for sacrifices while preparing for migration.

It was not until the fifth day that Nie Fan gave out a long sigh and opened his eyes. He felt that this time it was a hundred times more difficult than when he had just practiced, and it was all mentally. He felt that his spirit seemed to be about to collapse several times. If he hadn't been tough enough, he would have given up and opened his eyes.

But even so, he was still shocked when he opened his eyes. He found that his spirit was constantly losing a lot, and the true energy in his body had disappeared long ago. At the same time, his realm had improved a lot. The fourth level of Qi training, which seemed to be out of reach, actually felt that it was a little bit short. He could break through smoothly as long as he pierced a layer of membrane on it.

"What a great sword technique." Nie Fan looked at the landscape paintings that seemed ordinary around him and couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice. True energy can be cultivated and replenished, but in just a few days he has improved such a great level, he will not be surprised.

"If you are awesome, just watch it for a few more days." At some point, the old woman had already stood beside Nie Fan, and handed over a big bowl of wine in her hand with a smile.

Just as Nie Fan was about to stand up, the old woman pressed her hand on his shoulder and said with a smile: "The old woman doesn't do a loss-making business, don't worry about realizing it here."

Although Nie Fan also guessed that this senior should have something to do if he needs his help, he bowed slightly and said, "Thank you, senior."

The old woman smiled and nodded, saying, "Do you drink every half hour, don't drink too much." After that, she turned around and walked out and walked towards Yang Xuening's room.

Nie Fan looked at the white wine beside him, and secretly breathed, picked it up and took a sip.

As soon as a sip of wine was in, Nie Fan's face changed slightly. Suddenly, his body was straight, his eyes closed and his breath was concentrated, his eyebrows were cold and firm, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Nie Fan felt a surge of energy pouring into his limbs and bones, boiling and hot. Every inch of his skin felt permeated by the hot spiritual energy, and his whole body seemed to be about to explode. His mouth, nostrils, and even pores were spraying with a rich and fragrant heat.

Nie Fan closed the pores of his body and was fully refining this energy. He knew that this was specially configured by the old woman to replenish their true energy and spirit.

Yang Xuening and Nie Fan were in similar situations. Her pretty face, which was originally a little cold, turned a little white, and her calm breath was slightly breathing. Her clear eyes were still bright, but she could not hide her tiredness.

But after drinking the wine given by the old woman, she immediately looked excited and like Nie Fan, she closed her eyes and meditated with all her heart.

The old woman looked at the two of them, smiled with satisfaction, and turned around and walked downstairs.

To the west of the village, at the foot of the mountain, Zhoushan slapped his hands on a sealing formation in front, and the rocks rolled, the earth was shaking, and an entrance quietly appeared where his palms slapped.

Zhoushan took no hesitation and rushed in in a flash.

"Master Thieves, I smell the fragrance of the treasure!" The King of Thieves looked at Zhoushan breaking into an entrance, and his eyes widened in an instant, green and shiny.
Chapter completed!