As a top-notch martial arts family, the Liu family in Yunxiao City has in addition to Liu Qiyun, a powerful Martial Emperor, there are also countless Martial Emperor realm masters.
In the deepest part of the Liu family's mansion, there is a pavilion made entirely of black ancient wood. It is a forbidden area and stores the most precious cultivation methods passed down by the Liu family for hundreds of years.
The Martial Emperor masters of the Liu family only have the qualifications to step into this black pavilion as long as their cultivation reaches the state of condensing energy into a gang. Once they enter this place, they are not allowed to take a single step without the permission of the Martial Emperor ancestor.
Of course, if you can break through the limits in the pavilion and advance to the realm of Emperor Wu, you will no longer be bound by the pavilion and become the second ancestor in the clan.
For hundreds of years, people who entered the pavilion often ran out of life and died. Even after exhausting their whole life's efforts, they could not spy on the Martial Emperor's door.
The golden token held by the Liu family leader is equivalent to the ancestor's handwriting. He can go to the forbidden area of the pavilion and invite the masters inside.
There are many masters in the pavilion, which also represents the Liu family’s strongest heritage.
As the ancestor of Emperor Wu, he naturally cannot let him do everything himself, unless the people in this pavilion are no match for the enemy.
At the same time, the streets in Yunxiao City were in chaos. Pedestrians on the originally noisy streets hurriedly ran back to their homes without showing their heads. Blood flowed across the streets, and dead bodies lay everywhere. Only a woman, holding a sword and wearing a
Slightly shabby dress, walking on the street.
After Liu Nanshan and several guests committed suicide, more than twenty martial emperor-level masters came to the Liu family. These people thought she was young and did not take her seriously, until Murong Yunxue chopped a martial emperor-level master to death with a sword.
Afterwards, everyone in the Liu family realized that this seemingly weak woman was actually a piece of iron.
The head of the Liu family was reprimanded and sent flying in front of his ancestor, and he felt aggrieved. The masters of the Liu family were defeated and killed one after another. He rushed over immediately, but like the others, he had no time to ask the other party's origin and purpose. He was ruthless and young and stunning.
The female devil just picked up her sword and struck, without even giving her a chance to speak.
As the head of the Liu family, his cultivation level is still at the peak level of the Martial Emperor. He is only one step away from being able to condense the Qi into a Gang to be qualified to step into the black wooden pavilion.
With his strength, even under Murong Yunxue's three-foot green blade, he could not take more than three moves before being defeated. Regardless of his disheveled appearance, he ran to Shuiyue Mansion in a panic to ask for help from his ancestor.
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"What kind of female devil is this? She is simply a stunning female yaksha."
In the Liu family's mansion, Yue Mufeng glanced at Liu Changqing, whose face was as white as a sheet of paper, and couldn't help but sigh.
He basically witnessed the whole process with his own eyes. When the female devil in his mouth killed Liu Nanshan, Liu Changqing just shouted stop, and the female devil's sword struck directly.
If the Liu family's masters hadn't rushed to save him, Liu Changqing would have followed in Liu Nanshan's footsteps.
Yue Mufeng and Qi Ying also came to Liu's house. Among the three of them, Yue Mufeng's face was still normal. Except for Liu Changqing who was injured and pale, Qi Ying's face seemed to be ugly too.
"Qi Ying, were you frightened by that female devil?" Yue Mufeng said with a smile.
"Liu Nanshan, slow down half a step. I will be the one who goes up to declare his home and seeks death. If it were you, wouldn't you be afraid?" Qi Ying glared at him and snorted coldly.
"You can laugh when my disciple of the Liu family encounters misfortune." Liu Changqing looked at Yue Mufeng.
"It's not me who died, why can't I laugh?" Yue Mufeng disagreed.
Suddenly, Yue Mufeng's expression suddenly changed, cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his back was wet with sweat. Not only him, but also Liu Changqing and Qi Ying felt a majestic aura like a heavy mountain, pressing down on them.
On the back, there is even more murderous intent, making the hair stand on end.
Deep in the Liu family's mansion, in front of the black wooden pavilion, the head of the Liu family stopped with a golden token in his hand, but did not dare to go in.
The wooden door of the pavilion slowly opened, and a middle-aged man with an expressionless face stepped out in the dusk. He was wearing a gray robe and his temples were silvery white.
The middle-aged man in gray robe glanced at Patriarch Liu, his dull eyes, like sharp swords, made Patriarch Liu's scalp numb for a while.
"Excuse me, Uncle Beiyue." The head of the Liu family bowed respectfully and called his uncle.
As early as twenty years ago, Liu Beiyue had already achieved the level of condensing energy into a gang. He had practiced hard in the black wood pavilion for many years, and now his strength is even more unfathomable.
I recall that when Uncle Beiyue was dominating the Sun Moon Valley area, the current head of the Liu family was still very young and had no great reputation.
"Qiang!"
The golden light that came and went suddenly returned to its sheath, Murong Yunxue jumped up, and landed on the top of an attic like a fairy banished from the dust.
Qianqian Jade's hand turned slightly, and a jade bottle fell into her palm. She took out a pill that melted in her mouth, restoring the lost vitality.
More than twenty masters of the Liu family who tried to capture her one after another have been killed by her sword. After studying under the ancestor of Emperor Wu, the sword in her hand was completely transformed in just a few months.
Killed the Martial Emperor to the first level and was almost invincible.
Few of the Liu Family's Martial Emperor-level masters could withstand her three swords, but in the continuous fight, each sword was struck with all their strength, and the loss of infuriating energy was also considerable.
Not far ahead, on the top of another attic, stood several figures, all of whom were masters of the Liu family. After more than twenty people died in succession, this group of people did not dare to step forward easily.
Murong Yunxue remembered that when she came here, her ancestor and master once said that Shuiyue Dongtian, the Liu family and the Qi family were all top-notch, and even if their strength was not as good as the Xuantian Wuzong, they were not far behind.
It is impossible for the martial arts masters of the Liu family to be more than this. If they don't take action at this moment, then the head of the Liu family will run away, probably to invite more powerful people.
Killing so many people was considered as Ye Feng's bad breath. Murong Yunxue knew very well that if he didn't leave, he might not even think about leaving when the truly powerful masters from the Liu family arrived.
Just as he was about to leave, a terrifying aura like a ferocious beast came overwhelmingly. Looking up, the head of the Liu family was no longer disheveled, and was followed by a middle-aged man in gray.
"Condensing Qi into Gang?"
Feeling this sharp aura, Murong Yunxue couldn't help but reach out and grab the hilt of the sword behind her.
Her cultivation level, when she first entered the Martial Emperor, was comparable to that of the Martial Emperor's peak Qi Perfection, but if she faced a master at the level of Condensing Qi into Gang, she would be stretched thin and unable to cope.
More than thirty miles away to the north of Yunxiao City, Ye Feng sat cross-legged on the top of a blue rock several meters high, with his hands on his legs, and his skills were running, entering a state of emptiness and tranquility.
Although he didn't know what the Lord of Jiuyang had in mind, Ye Feng felt that the shortcomings pointed out by him were very reasonable.
If you want to enter the Tao through martial arts, you must first be pure and unified, so that you can connect with the way of heaven, master the power of the Tao, and develop magical powers.
As the practice proceeds, the chaotic true energy circulates in every corner of the body. As long as any traces of practice that are inconsistent with the good work created over many days are found, the true energy will turn into fire and be burned away.
From the very beginning, he practiced the Heaven-Smashing Creation Kung Fu. At that time, he was not involved in the Ye family's kung fu in Qizhou City. The only other miscellaneous traces of the kung fu he practiced were the Fudo Ming King Sutra and the Xuanyang Sword Gang Divine Kung Fu.
The first level.
It is not difficult to remove the traces of redundant skills and make the martial body as pure and smooth as desired. It is just a very labor-intensive step and must not leave any residue.
The Fudo Myoyo Sutra is a incomplete Buddhist practice. The three magical powers recorded in it are no longer necessary for Ye Feng, who now has the Black Dragon Sword Seal, the Nine Sun Seal, and the Great Void Escape Technique. Even if it is cleared, it will still be useless.
No regrets at all.
As for the Xuanyang Sword Gang Divine Art, it doesn't matter. It was just a coincidence that the first level of the technique was obtained.
From the beginning of the morning sun to the sunset, Ye Feng finally completed this step. The uncomfortable feeling that always appeared occasionally during practice in the past disappeared completely, and the movement of the chaotic energy in his body seemed to have become a little faster.
"Is this pure and perfect?"
Ye Feng understood carefully that although the effect was not immediate, it was a long-term plan that smoothed the way for him to advance to the martial arts emperor realm in the future.
The so-called retreat does not necessarily mean finding a cave and blocking the entrance. After completing the first step, Ye Feng did not continue to practice. He opened his eyes and saw Ling'er lighting a bonfire by the lake and roasting something.
It's a rabbit beast, the smell of meat is wafting, making people's fingers twitch.
After entering martial arts training, Ye Feng has been able to survive for a year and a half without any problem. However, over the past year or so, he has become accustomed to the rules of survival in this world, but he is unwilling to give up the habit of eating to full stomach.
He has been wandering on the edge of fighting and life and death for a long time, and it is rare for him to find peace. It is rare for him to have three comprehensive meals a day, but if he has time, he will also eat some meat and vegetables to satisfy his appetite.
Standing up slowly and taking steps, Ye Feng's figure disappeared from the top of the blue rock and suddenly appeared opposite Ling'er. He sat cross-legged and narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the rabbit meat roasting on the bonfire.
Ling'er wasn't surprised either, he just roasted quietly, not looking at each other and saying nothing.
In Yunxiao City, the scene of King Wu's cultivation and Emperor Wu's fight left a deep impression on Ling'er. He became more and more aware of the mystery of this young master named Ye, and seemed to understand why his master valued him so much.
As for Ye Feng, why doesn't he feel that the Ling'er in front of him is full of mystery? To be precise, he is mysteriously curious about her, Ming Lao and the important person who has never met and is related by blood.
After a while, the rabbit meat was cooked until golden brown and sprinkled with spices. Ling'er raised his hand and handed it over. Ye Feng was not polite and tore off a rabbit leg and ate it happily.
"Do you have any wine?" Ye Feng suddenly asked as a bone was thrown aside.
Ling'er nodded, patted the Qiankun bag hanging on her waist with her little hand, and took out a wine jar and a set of wine utensils.
"Really?" Ye Feng was a little surprised. He didn't mention bringing wine. He couldn't understand the idea of a woman carrying wine in her Qiankun bag.
As for the wine utensils, he didn't even look at them. He divided the golden rabbit meat into two parts, handed one half to Ling'er, took the other half, lifted the wine jar with his left hand, jumped back to the towering
The top of the rock.
After nightfall, he looked up and saw the moon and stars were sparse. Ye Feng suddenly felt a little melancholy in his heart.
Or the little dragon who had been playing in the lake for a whole day climbed up after smelling the aroma of meat. He rubbed his little head against his arm and stared at the barbecue in his hand with his inverted eyes.
"I really envy you, this little lazy boy. Apart from eating, he only sleeps or plays."
Mian Gua touched the little dragon's head lovingly, and Ye Feng placed the golden barbecue in his hand in front of it and said, "Eat it."
Xiaolong was not polite and just swallowed it in one gulp.
After patting off the sealing mud, Ye Feng raised his head and drank. The hot and spicy taste entered his throat, but his eyes were staring at the bright moon hanging high in the night sky. His nose was sour and he almost shed tears.
"I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky..."
Putting down the wine jar, he shook his head and sighed, and said to himself: "I came from the palace, but I don't know when I can go back."