The Rise of the Lord of Marvel

"Happy, happy."

"Ah? What's wrong?"

"Are you alright, go back to sleep if you're not feeling well." Aunt Li said very gently.

"It's okay, I just lost my mind." Li Xiaoyao said with a smile.

Li Xiaoyao's reversal period has passed since he got back memories. The iron palm Feifeng Auntie Li has taken care of him for so many years, and she has changed from a hero of the rivers and lakes to a grumpy old lady. If you don't treat her better, Li Xiaoyao feels I am not an individual.

"It's fine, come slowly." Aunt Li wiped her hands on the apron, hesitated a bit, but returned to the kitchen.

She still has to make money for Li Xiaoyao to accumulate wealth, so that she can get enough dowry when she gets married.

Li Xiaoyao got up, waved his iron sword, erased the two pictures of beautiful women on the ground, turned around and walked towards the back kitchen.

At night, Li Xiaoyao, who was lying on the bed, was restless.

"No! Can't wait any longer!"

Li Xiaoyao rolled over from the bed. Aunt Li should have fallen asleep by this time. He carefully pushed open the window and jumped out.

Aunt Li, who was sleeping, moved her ears slightly, woke up after listening to the sound of the landing, came to the window, looked at Li Xiaoyao's back and sighed.

"What the hell happened to this kid..."

After rushing out a few streets, Li Xiaoyao pointed his hand forward, and the iron sword flew out and floated in the sky.

Then Li Xiaoyao jumped up, and the Shushan swordsmanship was displayed.

The whole person turned into a streamer and headed towards Xianling Island.

This is the reason why Li Xiaoyao has no doubts about the dream. He has learned a lot of martial arts and swordsmanship in a dream, so how can the dream be fake?

Although Li Xiaoyao is still a little worse than himself, who was the head of Shushan in the dream, but in terms of strength, there are definitely not many people who can beat him now. Of course, the comparison is limited to those who appeared in the dream.

The speed of the flight far exceeded the ferry of the little tiger in the dream, and it didn't take long for Li Xiaoyao to arrive at the location of Xianling Island.

Looking at Xianling Island in front of him, Li Xiaoyao became even more worried.

Xianling Island itself has a very powerful mysterious formation, which is enough to block most foreign enemies. When the formation is not broken, let alone ordinary Miao people, it is not so easy to find Li Xiaoyao now.

Adjusting his posture, Li Xiaoyao plunged into Xianling Island, and a bloody smell lingered on the tip of his nose.

In the center of Xianling Island, Miao and grandma actually stood together, facing a bunch of bald heads on the opposite side.

"You Buddhist scum! You actually committed such a killing order! Aren't you afraid of going to hell!" Grandma said while looking at the group of bald heads and gritted her teeth.

"Amitabha."

"Female benefactor, Zhao Linger's benefactor is related to my Buddha. We are here to pick her up, and we will naturally retreat when we receive it."

"Impossible!" Grandma roared, "Stop dreaming!"

"I also forgot that the female benefactor should think more about it." The Buddhist man said in a low voice.

Grandma clenched the scepter in her hand. She was very scared. The strength of this group of monks who came out of nowhere was too strong. With the help of the maze and the power of these Miao people with ulterior motives, it was barely delayed for so long, but What to do next?

"Fate? I think your head is related to my sword!"

A voice came from behind the monk, grandma looked up, and a splendid sword light cut through the air.

The person who came was Li Xiaoyao who came here, and he was quite angry now.

You actually want to drag my wife to be a nun? !Tired of living!

Ding!when!

The monk's body was golden, and he forcibly held Li Xiaoyao's sword.

Withdrawing the iron sword, Li Xiaoyao fell beside his grandmother.

"Grandma, don't worry, I'm here." Li Xiaoyao pointed the iron sword diagonally to the ground and said coldly.

"O...Okay..." Grandma was stunned. Isn't this the one who took herself and Ling'er to escape from the moon worship ten years ago, but she looks younger.

The monk looked at Li Xiaoyao and the sword in his hand and put his hands together.

"Master Li, we are going to find you."

"Looking for me? What do you want?"

Li Xiaoyao held a sword flower and said, his eyes narrowed slightly, he had never seen these monks in his dreams.

"Donor, you have a relationship with my Buddha." The monk's voice just fell, and he took a step forward and danced his right palm to pat Li Xiaoyao.

Buddha's Mahamudra!

"There's you big bastard!"

Li Xiaoyao raised the sword in his hand, Shushan Giant Sword Art!

The sword qi of the iron sword in his hand soared dozens of times in vain, slashing directly to the big mudra from bottom to top.

The two collided and perished in the air,

Afterwards, the iron sword in Li Xiaoyao's hand shattered into pieces. This sword was only the cheapest one in the blacksmith shop in Yuhang Town, and could not support Li Xiaoyao's use of it.

"Young Xia, take the sword!" The maid behind the grandmother threw the thin sword in her hand to Li Xiaoyao.