Chapter 90 Under the towering tree, can you take shelter.
The old man came slowly, but his bones, which were already in the twelfth realm, felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
That sword blow just now, the Wang family worshiper tried his best to resist it, but you know, the old man opposite who took out his crotch didn't even hold a sword, he just drew it casually, how could he be so powerful!?
Who are the people in the world?
Gu Fuzhou quickly thought about the people on the sword list in his mind, but found that no one looked like the old man in front of him. Since the death of the Sword Emperor Song Zihan, he has never seen such a powerful person! Could it be that he is a hidden cultivator in the world?
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While Gu Fuzhou was thinking, the leading old man had already walked to the young man on the ground.
Qishang immediately stepped forward to check, and after seeing that Xu Qingmu's breath was stable and his life was not in danger, he breathed a sigh of relief. He slowly helped his boss up, and then glared at Wang Qi who was hiding behind the very old swordsman: "Yes.
Come here and fight!"
Although he looks about twelve or thirteen years old, he is full of momentum.
Wang Qi hid behind Gu Fuzhou, gnashing his teeth. If he was still a little scared when facing the young swordsman in front of him, but seeing that this short young man was so arrogant, he couldn't help but feel a little angry. Just as he was about to step forward, he was killed by Gu Fuzhou.
Zhou stopped him.
The Wang family worshiper handed over his hand and said: "The bone is recirculating, I wonder who you are?"
Li Chengru didn't even look at it, waved his hands and said: "You are an unknown person, not worth mentioning." Then he looked at Qishang: "Have you learned what I taught you?"
Qikagami rubbed his hands and nodded, licking his lips, seeming a little excited.
Gu Fuzhou looked at the people who came, and they didn't seem to be looking for trouble. He felt a little relieved and stepped forward again to hand over his hands: "I don't know that this sword cultivator is a disciple of my senior. Please forgive me if I offend you."
Li Chengru waved his hand again: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."
Behind him, Wang Qi let out a long sigh of relief. But at this moment, Li Chengru also curled up two fingers and left the other three, scratching his crotch with his other hand and said:
"three......"
The bones are tense again. Is this...?
During the period of doubt, the person in front of him curled his finger again:
"two......"
...
"one!"
Li Chengru clapped his hands: "I gave you a chance but you didn't use it. At your age, you have to live like a dog. It's really..."
Li Chengru held his empty hands empty and waved his sword directly at the 100-foot tall building in the distance: "Do you want me to count three more times?"
At the moment, Gu Fuzhou was extremely shocked and confused. As he spoke, the old man in front of him looked at the tall building and saw a breeze blowing from it.
Could it be?
Gu Fuzhou was horrified and hurriedly stopped him: "No!"
late.
He held it empty in his hand and struck out with a sword.
There is a huge sword energy invisibly, which can sweep away three thousand feet of the human world and kill immortals.
The huge sword energy seemed to tear through the sky, and as it circulated, it hit a hundred-foot tall building.
I have a sword that can open the sky!
Wang Qi was completely dumbfounded, and once again became a shocked guest in the world, but what surprised him was the energy flowing through him like a rainbow.
For a while, there was still no movement.
Li Chengru smacked his lips, he was really a bastard. Then he shouted to Qishang: "Disciple, start singing!"
Qishang Yigulu stood at the wind outlet, said "Okay", adjusted his voice, and took a deep breath:
"The Wang family gave birth to three melons,"
"I lost my mother after I was born."
"One Qi, two tigers and three handsome men,"
"Chop them all into cabbage!"
Qishang's voice was like thunder and full of breath. The surrounding audience laughed loudly, and one woman was even more unrestrained. She laughed forward and backward, and her chest trembled wildly. Li Chengru had a smile on his face, and seemed to be particularly satisfied with his hard work.
He picked his nose with his crotch hand and said to the bone:
"Is that old bastard from the Wang family already in the thirteenth realm?"
Gu Fuzhou was even more worried. After weighing it, he seemed to have made up his mind and handed over to Li Chengru again:
"If the Wang family offends seniors, I will take it easy and bear it alone! I also ask seniors to be kind and don't disturb our ancestors' retreat."
Li Chengru said scornfully: "He is a good and loyal dog!"
Then he was bored and looked at Xu Qingmu who had already stood up. He popped out the booger in his hand and said casually: "Forget it, it's just a trivial matter. Since the old people are hiding and don't dare to show up, then forget about it."
Then he looked at Xu Qingmu: "How?"
The latter nodded, and with the support of Qishang and Lin Xue, he returned to the inn.
After everyone left, a window slowly opened on the top floor of the 100-foot-tall building, revealing an extremely old face with a frown on its face:
"The building will collapse and everyone will be wiped out!"
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After returning to the inn, Xu Qingmu said thank you to Li Chengru. This actually made Li Chengru, who was so majestic outside and struck the sky with his sword, blush a little. He laughed and said, "I'm going to see if the fat guy is lazy."
After that, he immediately withdrew from the room, leaving Qi Shang confused.
"Boss, why is my master so shy?"
Xu Qingmu squatted on the edge of the bed, trying to adjust the chaotic atmosphere in his body: "Your master has done so many things for us along the way."
From the assassination in Mingfeng Village, to the Siyue Lake massacre, the Burial Book Mountain incident, etc., the literary saint who never had the aura of a scholar was always by his side. He was rubbing his hands, picking up his crotch, and smiling all day long.
It was engraved in the bottom of my heart by Xu Qingmu.
Simple words do not mean shallow feelings.
Qishang scratched his head and thought deeply. Then he said: "Master is indeed a good man. When passing by the 'Hongxiang Tower' in the capital, he always talks about going up to feed those women intestines. He has such a bodhisattva heart...
..”
The little guy's eyes were full of admiration, and his words were full of respect.
Xu Qingmu bared his teeth, "This Li Chengru is good at everything, but he's just a little... not serious?"
During dinner, everyone heard about Xu Qingmu's encounter with Wang Qi on the street, and they were all angry. The fat man Shen Xiuqi looked a little solemn. He had met Wang Qi once when he was a child, but that time, the fat man didn't want to see him again.
After coming into contact, it was from that time that the fat man's father, Shen Zhu, cut off business ties with the Wang family.
"The Wang family has a sword cultivator who can enter the Thirteenth Realm. He has lived for more than 140 years." The fat man continued worriedly: "This ancestor of the Wang family is particularly fond of his third son Wang Shuai. There are rumors in the world.
Wang Shuai is not missing at all, it is just a cover used by the Wang family, but in fact he is imprisoned in a high building and is being secretly cultivated by that ancestor."
Xu Qingmu nodded, this is not impossible.
Li Chengru spit out a piece of chicken bone: "The fat man is right. Today I attacked the tall building. The reason why the old bastard didn't come out of the building was not because he was afraid of me."
Throwing a chicken leg into his mouth again, he said vaguely: "I asked Qishang to shout that limerick just to see if the old bastard would come out of the building. I didn't expect this man to be so calm. He thought he would come to that tall building.
The third son of the Wang family is trapped, Wang Shuai."
The Wang family has three sons, the first two are grassroots, and the third son can become an immortal.
The fat man added: "My father said that when Wang Shuai was born, there was a ray of light flying, and a blue light entered the sky during the day. There were rumors in the world that he was the reincarnation of a certain god above the nine heavens. Of course, these rumors are not credible, but if
If this is true, I think the reason why the ancestor of the Wang family cannot come out of seclusion is because he is preparing the secret method passed down by the family - sacrifice."
Everyone was shocked. Sacrifice?
Li Chengru wiped the oil from his mouth and nodded: "Yes, that's what the old bastard did."
Sacrifice is different from the inheritance of Lilan Palace, it is more like rebirth.
Forcing part of the memory of a high-level cultivator into a new body will not improve the victim's actual combat ability in a short time. However, because of the memory, the understanding and experience of martial arts and kendo are equivalent to
A Thirteenth Level Sword Cultivator practices again after being reborn. In this way, he can avoid going astray during practice, and he can also focus on the key points and stick to the precise points, which will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.
Xu Qingmu was extremely shocked. If this was really the case, wouldn't he be invincible?
Li Chengru smacked his lips: "Sacrifice has many advantages, but there are also many fatalities. First, for the sacrificer, the stronger, the better. But when making sacrifices, you must endure the painful feeling of having your spiritual power taken away from your original body.
, if you cannot bear it, your body and soul will be destroyed, and your efforts will fall short. Secondly, in addition to having an extremely powerful body, the person being sacrificed must not be older than eighteen years old, and must not have practiced any skills before."
Zuo Qiuliang added: "More than that, the two sacrificers need to drink each other's blood every day from the beginning without interruption."
As soon as he said this, everyone was shocked. How could there be such an evil technique in the world?
One life for another.
If the old bastard of the Wang family really integrated the inherited memory into Wang Shuai's body, he would definitely be a great contributor to the Wang family, but in this way, he would also be wiped out.
Ye Qingxian asked: "If the sacrifice is really completed, it should be Wang Shuai who disappears. After all, his mind is occupied, and everything he sees and feels is the ancestor of the Wang family?"
"No, only partial memory..."
Zuo Qiuliang grabbed a piece of Li Chengru's chicken drumstick, stuffed it all into his mouth, rolled his eyes, and finally calmed down: "The leader is still the junior of the Wang family, he just integrated part of his understanding of the technique into the deep memory. You can understand it as
——The instinct of the sword.”
Everyone understands.
During the conversation, it was gradually established that the person trapped in the 100-foot tall building must be Wang Shuai.
After dinner, Xu Qingmu silently entered the Baijing Secret Cave alone. First, he went to see Lin Zhenbei, who had become a puppet, and chatted with the former good brother. So far, Xu Qingmu has not told Lin Xue
Regarding Lin Zhenbei's matter. Firstly, he was afraid that Lin Xue would be worried. Secondly, Xu Qingmu was determined to get back the soul that was taken away by Lu Sancun. When the time comes, let Lin Zhenbei stand completely in front of Lin Xue.
Call me "sister".
Then in the palace, Xu Qingmu silently practiced the thirty-six weeks of Beiming, which had disappeared. Although it had completely disappeared, the formulas were still there, but every time Xu Qingmu ran them, they were always interrupted by the broken Dengxian Bridge.
Repeating this over and over again is in vain.
But Xu Qingmu just persisted.
Finally, he practiced boxing and Fu Dao. Today's encounter with Gu Fuzhou in the city further strengthened Xu Qingmu's determination to become stronger——
Under the towering trees, people can be shaded.
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Sword Qi Pavilion.
The mountain-protecting formation has been defeated and is full of cracks. The Dharma image behind Fu Xiansheng has gradually dissipated, and the white-haired boy's face is obviously tired.
Situ Qiong saw the right moment, took advantage of the power of the formation, and struck decisively. A sword wrapped up a hundred years of accumulated information and burst out of the air. Fu Xiansheng was unable to dodge and was struck from the front by the sword energy. Even the immortal relics were sprayed.
A mouthful of blood.
Seeing that the gray hair was showing signs of decadence, all the disciples in the Jianqi Pavilion showed joy. Aren't you, Fu Xiansheng, very arrogant? Didn't you disrespect Situ Jing with your words? Didn't you dare to shake the century-old foundation of the Jianqi Pavilion with one person's power?
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Haven't you vomited blood and retreated now?
The master of the pavilion, Situ Qiong, raised his sword into the air and said, "I told you, you can't do it alone." His words were frivolous and his expression was frivolous. Then, just as Situ Qiong was about to raise his hand and pursue the victory with his second sword, his expression suddenly changed.
There was a huge change, and he quickly retreated and hid back in the formation.
I saw a man coming towards me like a meteor from a distance, slamming his fist into the mountain guarding formation.
"boom--"
The formation was completely shattered. Under the horrified gazes of the disciples in the pavilion, the rough man with some flour on his body spoke:
"One person is not enough, how about adding one more person?"