Super Elation Under the Sun Chapter 320: Imperial sword method

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At midnight, there was heavy snow outside.

Li Fuyao and Meng Danqing were not enemies of life and death, so after Li Fuyao calmly told Meng Danqing that the demon cultivator had been beheaded by him and handed the demon pill to Meng Danqing, Meng Danqing was concerned about Lu Wei’s death. Not too many thoughts.

The people on the mountain are always the main way. If his relatives and friends are killed by Li Fuyao, it is reasonable for him to get angry and revenge, but it is just such a Lu Wei, but they meet each other, even if they are the same Dao sect children. , Meng Danqing is not guilty of committing the crime itself is Li Fuyao of Taiqingjing.

Besides, if you really fight, you may not be able to win.

The defeat may even be greater.

Li Fuyao suddenly took out the ghost hunting banner, placed it in front of Meng Danqing, and asked softly: "How do you feel about it?"

Meng Danqing looked intently. As early as when Lu Wei sacrificed this flag, Meng Danqing felt that it was not an ordinary magic weapon, but even if he likes it, is it possible to blatantly grab it?

Li Fuyao smiled and said: "We use these things to no avail, I suddenly want to use this thing for that demon pill."

Previously, I gave Meng Danqing the demon pill. In fact, he considered that if Meng Danqing killed the demon cultivator, he should also hold the token. But in comparison, Li Fuyao was better than this demon pill. The interest is much greater.

Meng Danqing didn't think about it, and immediately took out the demon pill.

It's ready now.

As for how Meng Danqing went to explain to the teacher, Li Fuyao didn't care.

Recovered the demon pill, Meng Danqing said goodbye with excuses.

I soon disappeared.

This group of men is left in the house.

From the time Li Fuyao left this room to when he came back, it didn't actually take much time before and after.

But the matter has been resolved.

Li Fuyao glanced at the cold soup pot and didn't speak.

The thin man asked, "What does the fairy teacher want us to do?"

In fact, he has always known how to call the gods on the mountain.

Li Fuyao blinked and whispered softly: "Naturally go to the helm, the boat has to be driven all the time."

The ship still has to open, and the road still has to go.

Li Fuyao has already set foot in Taiqing Realm. Naturally, he is going to Demon Land. Li Fuyao can't say what to go to Demon Land. Maybe it's just to meet the Qinghuai girl and tell her that he is a little better. ?

But how do you think, it shouldn’t be just that.

Leaving the house and returning to the wing, the young man had already been taken away. Naturally, there was no way anyone else would stare at him. Li Fuyao, when he returned to the house, Feng Lu still fell asleep on the ground.

Li Fuyao said, "We are going to Demon Land."

The Feng Lu gave a cry and didn't say anything.

Li Fuyao thought for a while, took off his boots, slept on the bed, and even covered it with a quilt.

The monks who have reached the realm of Li Fuyao have already survived the cold and heat. If it weren't for the occasional thoughts, they don't even need to eat food at all, and they don't even need to sleep at night.

A lot of time before, Li Fuyao used to raise the sword, and the days when he really slept were only a handful.

I haven't seen Feng Lu, so it's a little strange.

Li Fuyao said worriedly, "I seem to be stared at."

This sentence is a guess, but it's not just a guess.

Feng Lu tilted his head, opened his eyes with difficulty, and said disapprovingly: "A swordsman who has been practicing swords only in the past few years will not be stared at. I think there is a problem with their brains. ."

Now the mountains and rivers are dominated by Confucianism and Taoism. It is no longer what it was six thousand years ago. In this long period of time, I don't know how many talented swordsmen have died inexplicably.

Only in the years since the dawn of the Qingqiu ascended the sea, did a lot of things happen.

Of course, apart from the Zhaoqingqiu factor, there is another very important reason that there are indeed fewer and fewer swordsmen nowadays.

Before Li Fuyao climbed Jianshan, the remaining living people of Jianshan were the two people, brother Wu Shanhe and ancestor Xu Ji.

The three uncles in the ruined temple at the foot of Jianshan have already died. In fact, they are the same as the two swordsmen of Jianshan.

It's just that Xichunan can still leave Jianshan according to the secret method, but the two sword immortals can't leave for a moment.

In addition, there are not too many swordsmen who travel in the mountains and rivers.

Li Fuyao smiled and said: "Why do you have to struggle with each other's avenues?"

Father rolled his eyes, as if he didn't want to answer this question.

The personal avenue naturally has nothing to do with others. As long as you walk far enough, in fact, when you don’t walk far enough, you will naturally have other ideas.

In fact, there is no essential difference between the mountain and the mountain.

Li Fuyao wanted to say something, but heard a slight snoring sound again, and Feng Lu fell asleep again.

There is no more words.

Li Fuyao looked out the window and listened to the sound of falling snow.

One night passed.

The daylight on the second day often comes in from outside the window.

Li Fuyao opened his eyes and squinted.

After getting up, Li Fuyao recalled the imperial sword technique that he had previously obtained at the bottom of the river in his mind.

That is the swordsmanship of the sword immortal ten thousand feet. Just having such a name is enough to make most swordsmen in the world fascinate.

I don't know why. Since Li Fuyao got down from Jianshan, he has been holding more than one sword beside him. Other swordsmen can probably say that although the world is big, I only have one sword.

From Li Fuyao's experience, Qingsi and Xiaoxue are two handles from the very beginning.

After Xiaoxue gave it to Li Xiaoxue, she took Qingsi and walked for a while, and met Jian Nineteen.

Sword Nineteen, Li Fuyao couldn't find his master, so he came back with a long handle.

The sword box made by Liu Yibai can still hold a lot of swords, but Li Fuyao has always felt a little awkward before, but that line of small characters is engraved on the sword box, saying that although the world is big, I only have one. sword.

However, the subsequent battles made Li Fuyao completely change his mind. In his kendo, he didn’t have to refer to anyone, and he didn’t have to deliberately avoid anyone. As long as he wanted to, he would do anything. Row.

Only you know the kendo that suits you best, and most people can't really understand it.

Sitting quietly in front of the window, Li Fuyao recalled the method and found that the opening sentence was to belittle all the methods in the world that use blood to raise swords.

Li Fuyao smiled bitterly.

I have insisted on using hard ways to raise the sword for so many years, or is it a good way?

After a brief sigh of frustration, Li Fuyao continued to think about the things in his mind. When he wrote it down, he didn't spend much time, and this was the first time he delved into it seriously.

After reading, a sentence in his mind shocked Li Fuyao, "The number of natal swords depends on the number of spiritual palaces."

Li Fuyao was suddenly startled. He dared to have dozens of natal swords because Wanchi had enough spiritual palaces.

Li Fuyao frowned. Speaking of the natal sword, the Qingsi sword is still not considered to be a natal sword now, even if it is cultivated to the point where it can become a natal sword, it is just a handle in a spiritual palace.

Doesn't that mean that Jianxian Wanchi has dozens of spiritual palaces?