Niu Dadan saw that Yuanyan was shaken away by a white light, and then he saw that his face did not look so natural, and his eyes were a little flickering. He was shocked in his heart, and immediately said with some worry.
"master,,"
Chu Xiaohui slowly adjusted his breathing for a while, and there was no longer a trace of light shining on his handsome face. Even the master was helpless. Who else in the world could solve it? He suppressed the helplessness in his heart.
Feeling desperate, I turned around and saw the strange look on the master's face, and I couldn't help but feel guilty in my heart.
"Xiaohui, who gave you that breath?"
Yuanyan's eyes, as small as peas, suddenly shrank for a while, and he spoke slowly, with an unprecedented solemnity in his tone. If it weren't for his advanced cultivation, the subtle yet terrifying aura just now would have shaken him to death.
Seriously injured, there are only a handful of people with such cultivation in China.
"I don't know either. That breath has always existed in my memory. Every time I want to condense the sword soul, it will appear. This is also the fundamental reason why I can't condense the sword soul. Master, is this breath...
Isn't the breath something I possess?" Chu Xiaohui's eyes looked very confused, and he shook his head and said.
"Of course it can't be yours, so has anyone taught you the technique before?"
"Yes, they are all friends made by my father. At first, they did not believe that I could not condense the sword soul, and they all injected true energy into my body. However, they were disappointed not long after. I was destined to be a
People who cannot practice Taoism." Chu Xiaohui nodded and said without thinking, his face looked very sad.
"How is your cultivation?"
A gleam of light flashed across Yuanyan's eyes, and he asked slowly.
"The highest one seems to be a seventh-level swordsman!"
Chu Xiaohui pondered for a while, and suddenly there were some impressions in his mind, and he answered immediately.
"Then how can your mental power be so strong? Have you received any special training?" Yuanyan was puzzled for a while when he thought of Chu Xiaohui's mental power that far exceeded that of his peers, let alone people from other sects.
Lan Zong had never seen anyone who could reach the frightening level of a swordsman with a mortal posture and mental strength.
"I don't know very well, and I don't have any special training. I just practice the piano skills my father taught me." Chu Xiaohui suddenly felt confused in his heart, and his face could not help but be slightly stunned. In his memory, today is
It was the day when the master spoke the most, and he said it without thinking.
"Um,"
Yuanyan groaned slightly, and then he fell into deep thought. It was obvious that the aura that frightened him definitely did not belong to those cultivators whose cultivation level was only that of a swordsman. "By the way, this aura is not
Is it exactly the same as in the green guqin? Could it be that that person is his father."
When all the clues are linked together, it is not difficult to guess that the mysterious man who is inextricably related to Chu Xiaohui is probably his father, but why doesn't he let Xiaohui practice Taoism? After thinking about it, Yuan Yan said
I couldn't help but feel confused, and suddenly my guess was a little shaken.
"What about your father?"
"They disappeared, and I don't know what happened to them now?"
The gloomy look on Chu Xiaohui's face increased by a few points. There was a trace of unconcealable worry in his eyes, and the melancholy was beyond words. Yuan Yan glanced at it silently, and then walked away. He was so weird
Chu Xiaohui and the others have become accustomed to this behavior.
"Master, what happened today?"
Niu Dadan stared blankly at Yuan Yan's leaving figure, his face full of confusion.