Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 408 Preaching, Water-filled Sword!

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After leaving the six-door station, they heard the thunderous roar behind them, the two Su Qinian brothers looked at each other and laughed loudly.

"happy!"

Su Qiming yelled: "A dog-like thing, who can cultivate to this point, is really blinded by heaven."

Su Qinian's gaze was deep. From the moment Ouyang Jue walked out of the main hall just now, he smelled something unusual, and he didn't know how much deceit was brewing in it.

But up to now, except for the top primordial spirit figures, with the life-saving knife in his body, he is really fearless.

What's more, on the way of practice, Su Qinian never expected a smooth path. People in the martial arts practice and fight for their lives, but they are actually going against the sky. In addition, he is also on the road of fighting against the sky.

North Sea Frontier, Cannon Fodder Battalion.

This is an old-looking camp, lacking in repairs and full of dilapidated stone houses. When you arrive here, the first thing you smell is the strong smell of blood.

"Begging!"

When the two of Su Qinian entered the cannon fodder camp, the eyes of countless probation prisoners brightened, and they all smiled. Su Qinian could see it, and he didn't notice many impurities in these smiles.

It seems that between life and death, people can often be purified to remove a lot of red dust, a lot less sophistication, and a lot more sincerity.

There are many wounded people in the cannon fodder battalion. There are wounded people everywhere. People with missing arms and legs are often seen. Some people are crying, but there are really not many wound medicines here.

"Because it is a cannon fodder battalion, survival here has always been the least valued. As long as the living can eat enough to survive, as for the wounded, they can be saved if they can be saved, and put aside if they can't be saved."

Su Qiming said solemnly, this is the cannon fodder battalion, even speaking, as long as you don't kill each other, no one will care about your life or death.

Su Qinian pondered for a while, and with a thought, his spiritual will penetrated into the depths of the void.

boom!

The next moment, from the sky above the entire cannon fodder battalion, from the depths of the void, a cascade of primordial aura of heaven and earth fell down.

"Oh my god! This is the Qi of the beginning of heaven and earth!"

"Meditate quickly! Replenish your true qi and restore your qi and blood!"

Countless prisoners on probation in the cannon fodder camp were pleasantly surprised. After a short period of noise, almost everyone sat cross-legged and breathed. For many probation prisoners, this was no less than a fortune. When the division attacked, they all charged at the front, but in the end the monster body and flesh and blood were the least, and it was still barely enough to feed themselves. If they wanted to promote their cultivation, it was very difficult to rely solely on the supplies in the army.

The misty Qi of the primordial beginning of heaven and earth, in a color similar to chaos, hangs down from the depths of the void.

It is the spiritual will of Su Qinian that can achieve this step. Although the cannon fodder battalion has suffered heavy losses, there are still thousands of people left. It is not something ordinary martial arts experts can do to supply so many people with supplementary cultivation. .

Taking a deep breath, looking at the scene in front of him, Su Qiming sighed endlessly. If it hadn't been for the tragic change in his Su family, he would not have reached this North Sea frontier. Perhaps he is still a young man who started his official career step by step by relying on martial arts. However, only when you really arrive at the North Sea frontier will you understand a truth.

It's always shallow on paper.

He has no regrets about his decision at the beginning. Sooner or later, such encounters and experiences will become part of his cultivation path, accumulate continuously, and finally bloom the brightest cultivation flower.

After half a stick of incense.

Su Qinian put away his spiritual will, his complexion was slightly pale, but he quickly returned to normal, and he provided breathing for thousands of people. Fortunately, there were not many second-rate dragon and tiger masters among them. It can be sustained, no matter how long it takes, it will be difficult to continue.

But it was enough. The half-scented spirit of the primordial origin of heaven and earth poured on it, and many wounded in the cannon fodder battalion breathed a sigh of relief. Their injuries stopped and began to improve. Some injuries were less serious, and they were basically fine.

At this time, many probation prisoners in the cannon fodder battalion looked at Su Qinian, not only in awe, but also with deep gratitude.

Even in the cannon fodder camp, many people do not want to die. Some of them are afraid of death, some are truly unforgivable, and many are implicated. They are suffering here in order to be released one day after serving their sentences. , In the Central Plains, there are relatives waiting for them.

On this day, Su Qinian lived in a stone house belonging to Su Qiming in the cannon fodder camp.

The furnishings in the stone house are very simple, a simple wooden bed, a wooden table, two stools, a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and a few sets of change of clothes.

Su Qinian's heartbeat was beating, this was the place where the eldest brother Su Qiming stayed for almost a whole year, and thinking of his parents who were still in the Tianlao Street Prison in Chang'an City, it might be worse than here.

At this moment, Su Qinian felt the urgency of time was unprecedented, and every passing moment was a kind of torment.

That night, neither of the brothers slept. Su Qinian knew that he couldn't stay here too long. Qingyang Peak was just established, and as the owner of the peak, he still had a lot of things to do.

After careful consideration, Su Qinian passed on the first four stages of "Ecstasy Dafa" to his elder brother Su Qiming, as well as the "Soul Stimulation Art" among them. As for the fifth stage, he did not teach it for now. It is said that there are many difficulties to break through the fifth level, even this "Ecstasy Dafa" is incomplete. Su Qinian doesn't know what will happen when he reaches the end of his practice, but in his opinion, there should be no major problems in the first four levels. Increase the elder brother's spiritual power by a large margin, and build a solid barrier on the way of spiritual defense.

In the end, Su Qinian used all his strength to condense a furnace of light, arouse a breath of one-third of the heart of time, open up a void, and hand it over to Su Qiming.

With this bright melting pot, with Su Qi's current cultivation base, this bright melting pot, once activated, would be difficult to beat up to the third step of the ordinary Primordial Primordial Realm. .

The time of day will come soon.

Before the sun rose, Su Qinian walked out of the stone house, out of the cannon fodder camp, and left without looking back.

Although he really wanted to take his elder brother away, he really couldn't. At the same time, he also became more determined to practice and promote. If the five-year period expires and he still can't reverse the case for him in the Su Mansion, then it's not just the case in the prison. His parents, even Su Qiming, the eldest brother in the Beihai cannon fodder camp, could not escape death.

Now, he has taken a solid step forward, succeeding the position of Wudang Qingyang Peak Peak Lord, and has a status, but after knowing that he has to face the one in the Qiankun arsenal, Su Qinian understands that there is still a long way to go. Not enough, his cultivation base and force are still too weak. Only when he is promoted to the first-class state, and he comprehends the life-saving knife to reach the twenty-first knife, can he have the power to fight against the primordial spirit.

At that time, he will truly live up to his name and have enough confidence to go to Beijing to face the saint, and he will no longer have any shortcomings.

And until Su Qinian left the Beihai border, none of the several marching chiefs in the Beihai Navy spoke. Su Qinian naturally understood that sitting in Beihai, these marching chiefs did not want to get involved in the grievances and grievances of the court blame.

Before leaving, Su Qinian went to Shiying again and handed over the piece of lotus iron to the general Shi Qian.

Jingdao, Shangluo Prefecture, Zhen'an County.

After leaving Beihai, Su Qinian went all the way to Jing Road, intending to return to Hubei Road.

Zhen'an County is the closest county town to Beihai on the Jingdao. The city walls here are majestic and rough. There are many people and caravans entering and leaving the rivers and lakes. This Zhen'an County is the last place where Jingdao enters Beihai. The land is also a heavy county that is easy to sell.

Although the North Sea is barren, the vegetation on the Gobi is sparse, and it is full of permafrost, but it also produces some precious herbs, as well as some hard-to-find exotic animals, and every scrape and half of its claws can be sold for a good price.

Across the North Sea all the way, Su Qinian walked into Zhen'an County, intending to stay for an hour or two for a little rest, to recover some lost energy and spirit.

However, just a few steps into the gate of Zhen'an County, he saw a large group of onlookers, most of them were from the martial arts world, and there were also a few people from the caravan, accompanied by guards.

As soon as Su Qinian moved his mental strength, he saw everything clearly.

In the middle of the crowd, there was a Jianghu casual cultivator, about forty years old, standing there at this time, holding a long sword with a sheath in his arms, wearing very shabby clothes, but there were fluctuations of inner family's true energy on his body, although it was not very deep , but also has the realm of third-rate success.

Relying on the cultivation of this body's true energy, although many people in the martial arts world watching had twinkling eyes, they didn't have the slightest intention to make a move.

"Three-hundred-year-old periwinkle grass! Or ten thousand taels of snow silver! I'll only exchange these two."

The voice of the middle-aged casual cultivator was a little hasty, he looked around, and said sincerely: "It's not urgent, I can send this family-inherited Wuhen sword to the easy sale fair, and it can sell at least [-] taels of snow silver, but I really can't wait, my mother is seriously ill and needs periwinkle grass for help, or whoever is willing to give [-] taels of snow silver, Gu is also willing to pay, Gu knows where there is periwinkle grass, he can buy it by himself .”

Three hundred years old Changchun grass, or ten thousand taels of snow silver!

Some people in the Jianghu martial arts world shook their heads, most people here can barely scrape together more than a thousand taels of snow silver, but they can't get out ten thousand taels of snow silver at all.

Seeing no one to talk to, the middle-aged casual cultivator became a little anxious, and with a clang, he pulled out the sword in his arms, like a pool of autumn water, sparkling, the blade was bright, and the whole body was light blue, as soon as it was unsheathed, A faint water vapor permeated the body of the sword, and the sharpness of the blade made many weapons tremble around, showing the intention of surrender.

"Let's take a look, this mouthful of water sword is a Wuhen sword that has been passed down in the family for decades. In terms of material, it is close to the peak of the lower Wuhen. It is an ordinary transaction, at least [-] taels of snow silver."

The middle-aged casual cultivator spared no effort to open his mouth, his gaze focused on several onlookers in the caravan. Most of these caravans came from well-known families or martial arts families. Silver is a sky-high price, but it is not a big price for these caravans who dare to travel to the North Sea.

And at the moment when the middle-aged casual cultivator drew his sword, a divine light flashed in Su Qinian's eyes. (Ask for a monthly ticket recommendation ticket, starting point genuine subscription is the biggest support for Shibu! One update will be delivered, and there will be two updates.)

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