The First Cause of All Realms

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The light of the arrow shot straight into the bullfight, swayed away the snow, and then turned into a spot of light in the sky.

In Liuhe Building, Li Daoren's eyes narrowed slightly, and surprise flashed in his eyes:

"Dacheng, archery?!"

Among all kinds of martial arts, archery is the least and most difficult to cultivate. Among the martial arts in the world, there are very few strong people who use archery to rule the roost.

But even in the Heavenly Wolf Dynasty, which highly valued the archers, only a few were able to cultivate a superior archery to the highest level.

Less, but stronger!

Such a sharp archer's deterrent power on the battlefield is far from comparable to that of an ordinary master.

During the Battle of Liuji Mountain seventy years ago, the three Martial Saints swept across the battlefield, and I don't know how many people were buried in their hands, but they really killed the most vicious.

It is the Heavenly Wolf Dynasty archer 'Tantai Tranquility'. According to legend, more than ten great masters died under the 'Sunday Arrow' with his great success.

Even, he has participated in the battle many times, and with a divine bow and a Saibei goshawk, he has surrounded the Xuanjia Jingqi several times!

In the battle of Liuji Mountain, he was the only grandmaster who had faced off against the Xuanjia Jingqi without dying!

"Yang Prison..."

Amidst the uproar and the boiling sound, Daoist Li squinted slightly, his eyes pierced through the wind and snow, and looked towards the north.

Faintly, he smelled a very familiar breath.

That is……

"Traveling around the six virtual..."

In the backyard of the palace, Yang Prison put down his long bow, and ripples appeared in his heart. He looked south at the Liuhe Building and felt the familiar aura.

The same martial arts are attracted to each other.

Relying on this, the Taoist mantra, through the residual breath on the human skin, even concealed the old woman in the mountain, and sent the indestructible golden body out.

Yang Prison's practice today is naturally unable to do this, but the distance is only a few miles, and the people who come here are not concealing, he naturally notices it.

As soon as he thought about it, he remembered what he saw when he refined the 'Wandering around the Six Voids', the old way of sitting and chanting sutras between the iron cables in the mountains.

Based on his martial arts insights at the time, he still couldn't see his human roots. Now, thinking about it, the martial arts of the old Taoist were beyond imagination.

I'm afraid, not inferior to Li Baihu...

"Brother Yang, have you broken through?"

Qin Si came out of the next room, a little surprised and a little sad.

My eldest brother Yang has climbed up a hundred feet, and he has made progress faster than himself...

"It's just a little gain, not a big breakthrough."

Putting away the Four Elephant Bow, Yang Yu let out a sigh of turbid air, only to feel the infuriating energy flowing around his body, which was more lively than before.

The breakthrough of archery may be accidental, but the root cause is that his foundation is solid enough. m2.xqqxδ8.

The practice of archery, in addition to talent, is more practice.

Compared with ordinary people, he hardly needs to care about the consumption of physical strength and infuriating energy through the gluttony cauldron.

After ten years of practicing arrows, the arrows shot are not inferior to those of others who practiced hard day and night for ten years.

"I don't know when people will be able to 'get a little'..."

The next four words made Qin Si's tone a lot more aggravated, and Qin Si was a little annoyed. Her talent in martial arts was really bad.

I still remember when I first met him, Yang Prison and his own blood exchange level were nothing but the same, but in just a few years, he was able to break through to the third level of foundation building.

As for Big Brother Yang, he has already stepped through the five stages of foundation building, the qi and blood melting pot has been completed, and the hundred scriptures have been forged.

Its strength is comparable to that of a great master.

This huge gap makes her feel a little sad every time she thinks about it, how can she catch up...

"Naturally there will be such a day, and it won't be long."

Yang prison smiled and comforted his sister.

And this is not just comfort.

Before counting it, he had refined the recipe of the Five Zangguan Temple seven times. Although he did not find ginseng fruit, he obtained a lot of spiritual energy.

After sitting and discussing Dao with Daoist Mantra many times, Yang Yu naturally knew that even a great master who could enter the state of unity between heaven and man every day.

The amount of spiritual energy that can be absorbed in a year is no more than a hundred strands.

Those with less talent in martial arts, such as Yunni Daoist, are only a dozen or so a year.

In other words, what he got from refining the recipes of the five internal organs seven times was already comparable to the more than 20 years of ascetic cultivation by Daoist Yunni.

And this still refers to the supreme master who can step into the realm of the unity of heaven and man every day, and is one line away from the Martial Saint!

In fact, there are many great masters in this world who may not be able to meet the realm of harmony between man and nature for several years or ten years.

For them, a ray of spiritual energy may be more than ten years, decades of work!

Yang Prison is far from the time to open the Profound Entrance, but this Spiritual Qi will not be wasted. After more than a year of warm cultivation, his roots, physique, and infuriating qi have made great progress.

The biggest advantage is that he has noticed the progress of his own magical powers, not only the 'financial forging body' that has benefited the most, but also Tongyou.

The practice of penetrating seclusion lies in the provocation of destiny, however, spiritual energy is the root of supernatural powers.

More importantly, after being nourished by the Spiritual Qi, he finally grasped the context of the Enlightenment Advancement.

Good luck!

Tongyou is the supernatural power of 'Fate'. Only by constantly teasing, changing, and controlling the number of fates, can the supernatural power be upgraded.

"It will only lie to people."

Qin Si muttered

Dear, this chapter is not over, and there is a next page ^0^, but I don't care too much.

On the wall of the courtyard, the Taoist man of the word stuck his head out:

"There are masters who come uninvited, do you go by yourself, or do you go to the old road and always move around?"

"Don't worry about the real people, the younger generation can walk for a while."

Yang prison bowed slightly.

The threat from the imperial court has not really receded. Emperor Qianheng's desire to drive a personal expedition has spread all over the world, and Nie Longtian has appeared many times in the past few months, which has already proved that this rumor is true.

Under such circumstances, he naturally did not want the old man to bother.

"Alright."

The old man nodded and said nothing.

After comforting Qin Si a few words, Yang Yu changed his military uniform, put away his two-edged sword, and kicked the **** dog who wanted to follow him back.

Leaving the palace alone.

Over the past year, his reputation has grown bigger and bigger, and his every move is being watched. Although he doesn't care, he doesn't want to cause riots in the city.

In the past six months, every time he went out, he had to change his clothes.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, but there are many pedestrians on the long street. Many people are hoarding charcoal in case this winter will be as long as last year.

Yang Prison walked past slowly, and did not forget to inquire about the prices of several houses. Knowing that no one was hoarding and living in strange places, he did not stay too much.

Slowly came to the Liuhe Building.

In the Liuhe Building, there was a lot of heat, and all kinds of noisy discussions were in the ears. On the second floor, Li Dao felt his heart and turned his eyes. Qianyi⺗哾

I saw a young man of Rong Qingjun coming slowly. He was neither tall nor sturdy. He wore a close-fitting martial robe without any decoration.

He doesn't have the slightest air of a martial artist, but he looks like a scholar who is full of poetry and books.

He sat down directly, which attracted two middle-aged Daoists to cross eyebrows, but before the attack, he was called by Li Daoist:

"The Northwest King, who has been talking about it all the way, how can he dare to be presumptuous when he sees it now?"

Northwest King? !

Daoist Li's voice was neither loud nor low, but the expressions of the two middle-aged Daoists changed in shock, subconsciously took a few steps back, and held the long sword around their waists.

The king of the Northwest, of course not Henry Zhang.

A year has passed, and almost everyone knows about the shocking changes in the Northwest Road. How many people in the rivers and lakes do not know that the Northwest Road has changed hands?

Yang prison did not claim to be the king, but the king of the northwest had replaced the beheading knife and became his nickname in the Jianghu population.

Yang Yu naturally didn't care about the reaction of the two of them. He took the gourd and poured a glass of wine, but it was the monkey wine he brought:

"How do you call the old Taoist priest?"

"The lay family's surname is Li, and there is no Taoist name. The lord can call Li Taoist, and the old miscellaneous hair can do it."

Li Daoren grinned.

"The Daoist is really good at horizontal training, good horizontal training..."

Yang Yu's eyes were condensed, slightly moved.

This old man was shriveled and thin, and it seemed that the wind was blowing, but when he smiled slightly, it could be seen that his white teeth were as flat as snow, and they were waiting together.

There are as many as forty!

This is a symbol of the great perfection of Buddhist horizontal training. Yang Yu has seen in his life and has this appearance, only the Buddha and Yinyue he has seen in the illusion of Wanxiang Mountain.

After that, even the Zen Master Xu Jing, who seemed to be not inferior in horizontal training, was still not full.

And this old Taoist priest in front of him actually has the appearance of being a Buddhist monk...

"Minimal means are not worthy of being in the eyes of the lord."

Li Daoren took a deep breath, looked at the wine glass in Yang Yu's hand, and his eyelids twitched slightly:

"This wine..."

Not only Daoist Li, a cup of monkey wine, which Yang Prison did not enter, already attracted the attention of all the drinkers on the second floor.

"What kind of wine is this?"

After drinking the glass of wine, he turned his palm over, the wine gourd had disappeared from everyone's eyes, Yang Yu looked at Laodao:

"Daoist Li, Daoist Li... In recent decades, there seems to be no such person as an old Taoist in the rivers and lakes.

But more than a hundred years ago, there was a fire-worker monk in Lanke Temple, who was hunted down for stealing relics, and later changed his name and surname, and worshipped at the gate of the Seven Kills Shrine..."

"It is said that it is Your Excellency?"

Over a hundred years ago? !

The alcoholic who was attracted by the monkey wine could not help but gasp when he heard the words.

The smarter ones have already slipped out the door.

"More than a hundred years have passed, and I can't think of anyone who still remembers the old way..."

Li Daoren let out a long sigh, and his voice was filled with memories and disappointment, but also with admiration:

"Only one name can reveal the foundation of the old way, no wonder you will be the next Lord of the Seven Kills Shrine..."

wow~

When these words were spoken, there was an uproar on the second floor. No matter how daring people were, their scalps felt numb and they dared not stay any longer.

Even one or two of them were iron-headed, unable to bear the increasingly heavy and depressing atmosphere, and staggered downstairs.

"Oh?"

Yang Yu was shocked but not confused~www.readwn.com~ did not answer or ask, just looked at the old guy who was nearly two hundred years old.

"The rule of the Seven Kills Shrine is that the strong are respected. Ma Longtu was killed by you because his skills were inferior to others. No one will seek revenge from you..."

The old man drank his tea slowly, and glanced at it, which made him a little disappointed. The person in front of him was not moved at all. On the contrary, his expression was a little strange.

Look at people, look at fate first, this is Yang Prison's habit for many years.

This old man has a treasure on his body, but it is obviously not enough to reach the eyes of the sky. Not long after, his fate has already emerged.

My dear, this chapter is not over, there is another page ^0^ And one of them made Yang prison think that he should be having fun in the house at this moment, **** dog...

Huafa, do you mean, white hair?

xqqxs eight.

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^