wicked immortal

Zhao Yuan frantically absorbed the energy of the Warcraft spar, transformed it, and poured it into the dragon armor.

Now, Zhao Yuan's biggest goal is to refine the two dragon scales, because after refining, the two dragon scales will not only be hidden in the body, but the biggest benefit is to enhance the source of life, so that the dragon armor can absorb the gap between the magic beast spar and the heaven and earth. The spiritual energy can change the physical body, strengthen the physique, and form a virtuous circle.

With the constant urging of the "Dragon Armor Curse", Zhao Yuan's physique, which had just experienced the baptism of the catastrophe, had obviously transformed. With Zhao Yuan as the center, an invisible aura penetrated the tent and rushed straight into the sky, thousands of miles high in the sky. A vortex sweeping through the remnant clouds was formed in it, changing the color of the wind and clouds.

Zhao Yuan didn't know, but this vision alarmed the border guards in Heishui City, and even the Sledgehammer God climbed onto the city wall.

What attracted the attention of the Sledgehammer God was the spirit of Wuwu contained in the secret technique of Yijian. Zhao Yuan didn't have the slightest idea of ​​Wuwu, but he didn't know that the technique of Yijian branded Wuwu for him. seal.

The Sledgehammer God looked at the depths of the grassland all night, with a serious expression on his face.

"General, you are ready and ready to leave at any time."

"The aura is weird. Not only does it have the mighty aura of a warrior, but it also has the aura of a cultivator. The most incomprehensible thing is that there is also the aura of a martial arts wizard while the remnant clouds are running. Could it be that the Assassin has a rising star?" ? If it is a seasoned martial artist or a cultivator, if it is a rookie who rises from assassination, we have to cull them while they are still fledgling."

The Sledgehammer God thought to himself for a moment, put down the two huge black hammers in his hands, and stretched out his hands, someone immediately helped him take off the heavy armor. , under the city wall, there is a fat and strong horse.

"Open the door!"

The Sledgehammer God leaped onto the giant horse out of thin air, shouted violently, and the giant horse rushed towards the city gate, and its giant hooves stepped on the bluestone slab, making an earth-shattering sound, as if the entire Heishui City was shaking, and the momentum was extremely terrifying.

The moment the giant horse rushed under the city gate, the closed city gate was pushed open by dozens of burly men.

With the sound of horse hooves, the Sledgehammer God disappeared into the darkness very quickly...

……

Of course, Zhao Yuan didn't know that the celestial phenomenon caused by his cultivation actually alarmed the guards of Heishui City, and the seal of the Wuwu contained in it even made the Sledgehammer God move his murderous intent.

When the Sledgehammer God had just rushed out of the city gate, Zhao Yuan had finished tempering the dragon armor, and the turbulent aura also entered his body.

At this time, Zhao Yuan began to practice two spiritual qi.

With the assistance of the "Dragon Armor Curse", the two auras seem to be tangible and qualitative, surrounding the whole body non-stop.

Suddenly, Zhao Yuan opened his eyes.

He was surprised to feel that two invisible auras had burst out of his body, rushing around his body, like the mighty river reaching the sky, tumbling and majestic.

Zhao Yuan glanced at Lan Xin, who turned her back to him and seemed to be asleep.

Zhao Yuan gently took out the small black sword, placed it on the thick carpet, and began to use the two condensed and thick spiritual energy to move it.

"verb: move!"

"verb: move!"

"You move me!"

"..."

Beads of sweat dripped from Zhao Yuan's forehead, and his whole body was drenched. The little black sword was still lying on the carpet, and the aura with huge power surged around the little black sword, giving him a burning feeling.

Zhao Yuan also went all out, frantically mobilizing his aura, trying to control the small black sword.

As long as he controls the little ink-colored sword, he can fly with the sword and kill people with the flying sword, and he has officially entered the world of comprehension...

……

Suddenly, in the darkness, the small black sword moved.

This is definitely not a hallucination, not vertigo!

This move immediately made Zhao Yuan ecstatic, he gritted his teeth suddenly, and mobilized all the strength in his body, suddenly, the small black sword jumped out of thin air, suspended in the air.

"Haha, it worked!"

Zhao Yuan's blood boiled with enthusiasm, and he tried his best to control his excitement, wishing to shout loudly to vent his joy.

Suddenly, Lan Xin turned over.

"Bah"

Flying into the air, the small ink-colored sword suspended in the air fell to the thick carpet, making a faint sound.

"Zhao Yuan, what are you doing? You haven't slept yet?" Lan Xin sat up and looked at Zhao Yuan.

"I... I succeeded..." Zhao Yuan was extremely excited, and he urgently needed to share his joy with others.

"What succeeded... Hey, what's the matter with you? You're all soaked, and you're sick again?" In the darkness, Lan Xin groped to Zhao Yuan's side.

"Lan Xin, I succeeded, I succeeded." Zhao Yuan hugged Lan Xin's delicate body tightly, feeling extremely excited.

"What succeeded?" Lan Xin seemed to feel Zhao Yuan's joy, and for the first time, she didn't scold Zhao Yuan for being rude.

"I can control the flying sword now, and I am a cultivator." Zhao Yuan was full of enthusiasm, hugging Lan Xin like a promiscuous kiss.

"Well...then...then congratulations..." Lan Xin struggled to breathe being hugged by Zhao Yuan, but she didn't struggle.

"I can finally cultivate..."

Suddenly, Zhao Yuan's voice became choked up, and Lan Xin, who was hugged by Zhao Yuan, was already so ashamed that she realized that Zhao Yuan was already in tears.

The cynical man actually cried.

The gritty man actually cried.

The unreasonable man actually cried.

……

Lan Xin stroked Zhao Yuan's cheek lightly. She didn't know why Zhao Yuan was crying, but she could feel Zhao Yuan's inner grief and joy intertwined. She knew nothing about Zhao Yuan's past, and the only thing she could do was Yes, to comfort this extraordinary man with movements.

Time passed little by little.

Neither of them spoke, they just hugged tightly, very naturally.

"Sorry, I'm too excited." Zhao Yuan came to his senses, and slowly let go of Lan Xin.

"Ah."

The two sat quietly in the dark, neither of them willing to break the ambiguous atmosphere.

"Would you like to watch the sunrise with me?" Finally, Lan Xin broke the silence.

"it is good."

The two walked out of the tent side by side.

The flock bleats and walks out of the place where they lie down. There is a strong scent of green grass after the rain in the air, and the wind is very cold.The sky in the east turned blue, with a red band at the bottom, and the moon became very pale, but the colorful clouds were so bright, floating in the air layer by layer, like cotton wadding stacked by hands, giving people a warm and fluffy feeling feel.

The sky had entered pre-dawn darkness, with some light visible only in the southern skies.The bird began to chirp cheerfully, and searched for the sound, but couldn't find which bushes to hide in. The chickens clucked and walked out of the shed to look for the early worms.The sky in the east became darker blue, and the redness became less bright and red than before, more like a red stain dripped on the canvas, and then rubbed with hands, it was so soft that it could not cover the sky.