Shen Qingzhu understood what Lin Qiye meant and nodded, "This method is really cruel..."
Lin Qiye asked his secretary to send the leave note and looked at the clock on the wall. "It's almost time. Let's go and visit the teacher first."
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The helicopter descended slowly over a wasteland, and the hurricane whipped up by the propellers crushed the dead grass on the ground to the ground.
Two figures in crimson cloaks jumped down from the cabin door. Lin Qiye reached out and patted the cabin door, signaling the plane to leave first. As the buzzing started again, only he and Shen Qingzhu were left in the entire wasteland.ωωw
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This is an uninhabited land on the edge of the desert. The nearest city is nearly a hundred kilometers away. The strong wind blows under the gray sky, making their cloaks rustle.
Lin Qiye identified the direction and then walked towards the depths of the no-man's land.
After walking for about two or three kilometers, the wasteland ground under my feet has been covered with a layer of yellow sand. If you look carefully, you can find that under the yellow sand, the surface is covered with fine cracks. Looking around, the ground above
There was no vegetation at all, and not even a single bird was seen along the way.
Going deeper, even the existence of the wind is blurred. In this silent world, a faint sword intent seems to be hovering over the two of them all the time. The further they go, the more oppressive they feel.
More and more intense.
Of course, this sense of oppression is not directed at the two of them, but an indiscriminate release, as if deeper in this wasteland, there is a peerless sword that is unconsciously exuding its edge.
Lin Qiye and Shen Qingzhu had no intention of stopping. They walked through the sword intent and continued to move forward. Finally, a black spot finally appeared on the distant horizon...
It was a thatched cottage.
The terrifying sword intent and oppressive feeling came from this thatched cottage. Under this sword intent, there was no wind within a radius of five miles. Even the rain that occasionally fell from the sky would be blown away by the sword intent.
It was torn directly into pieces in mid-air without touching the ground at all.
Lin Qiye slowly stopped less than a hundred meters away from the thatched cottage.
He glanced around and saw tiny white needles floating in the air next to the thatched cottage. If he looked closely, he would find that they were not needles at all, but a miniature sword hanging upside down in the air.
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"The teacher's aura is becoming more and more terrifying." Lin Qiye touched the sword shadow in front of him with his finger, and his fingertip was immediately pricked with a trace of blood, and he couldn't help but sigh.
"Yes...it has been three years since he went into seclusion, right?"
"Well, it will be three years soon. When he was holding a sword in one hand and dragging a suitcase full of books in the other hand, and said that he wanted to retreat and break through to the 'supreme' realm, I was shocked." Lin Qiye said.
There is a look of reminiscence in the eyes,
"Three years have passed in a flash, and the teacher's aura is really about to break through that barrier..."
"If it succeeds, then the teacher will not only be the first human being to become a god in the world, but also the first to reach the highest realm...the Supreme Sword Immortal."
Shen Qingzhu let out a long sigh, "Teacher is worthy of being a teacher. I thought our progress had been fast enough, but I didn't expect that we still couldn't catch up with the teacher's pace. With just a [glazed innocent heart], we could go so far."
Lin Qiye smiled, glanced at the miniature sword figures around him, and asked softly:
"Teacher, how long do you have until you can come out of seclusion?"
After a moment, the miniature sword shadow floating in the air suddenly fluttered and intertwined into a white character in front of the two people:
Chapter completed!