Taihao Gold Medal

Chapter 23, Lords

Two years is not short, but when you focus on something, it will pass soon.

In the past two years, apart from maintaining the normal homework of Purple Heart Dafa, Zhang Lie only majored in the sword qi like wisps method.

In the past two years, apart from completely raising the Purple Heart Dafa to the seventh level of Qi training, he almost no longer holds the hilt of the sword, no longer practices swordsmanship, and completely understands the flying sword from another aspect and thinks about the principles of the sword.

Two years is not a short period of time, but for the art of refining, which requires a lifetime of hard work, even if you put all your energy into it, it is only for Zhang Lie to be promoted to a weapon refining apprentice, or he can only refine flying swords which type.

On this day, the shop is finished.

After closing the shop door, Zhang Lie and Fang Ang took a shower with cold water in the yard with their upper body bare. They had been with the fire every day for the past two years, and they did heavy apprenticeship work. Zhang Lie's fair skin was already pale Completely transformed into a bronze red.

Every inch of muscle in the upper body is full and solid with sharp edges and corners. Zixin Dafa uses innate power to refine mana into the blood and flesh, making him almost a half-step physical cultivation. Most human monks of the same rank are much more tyrannical.

"Brother Zhang, I have a date with Yun'er tonight. I'm leaving. Are you still in the store?" Originally, he was much older than Zhang Lie, and he was called senior brother before because he was grateful for the kindness of the other party in saving his Taoist companion.

"Brother, go, I'll just stay in the store."

"Yun'er has many good-looking sisters, and I've introduced you to so many, but you don't like any of them. Alas, I'm leaving."

After changing into a clean robe, Fang Ang left excitedly.

And Zhang Lie found a clean place, sat up cross-legged, and began to silently recite the Earth Sha Sword Sutra, which was also one of the homework he had to do every day.

He didn't tell Fang Ang that he was going to participate in the mission of the "Valley of Myriad Tribulations" sect soon.

This task was selected internally, and most of the disciples of the sect did not even have the qualifications to know this task. Only those disciples who were most admired by the teachers in the sect would be invited, and if they refused, they would be strictly forbidden to speak out.

If most of the disciples found out about the place where Qi-training disciples can hunt for fourth-level materials, there will inevitably be many monks who are not afraid of life and death in order to seek the way, and the number of places to enter the Nether Abyss is limited. After the division is clean, it is impossible for anyone to spit out the meat in his mouth.

Meditating, chanting scriptures, there seems to be sword shadows flying and changing in my mind. I practiced with all my strength in the first 14 years of coming to this world. down.

What was it like?
It is also difficult for Zhang Lie himself to describe it accurately. He can only feel that while reciting the scriptures of the Disha Sword, the Shenyuan Huasha Jue in his body is slowly rotating, slowly swallowing a certain person like a whirlpool. A strange energy.

However, it is not the same as what Master Qisha Taoist preached.

What Zhang Lie didn't know at this moment was that outside the shop of the Gu Family Fire Refining Workshop, there was a middle-aged Taoist priest with a sinister temperament and a beautiful female cultivator, who was watching here.

"What's the matter with the fifth man? He will take part in the mission of the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations in a short time. Instead of practicing swordsmanship, he hides here and becomes an apprentice swordsmith? I'll go find him!"

Li Manmei said this while observing her master's expression, worried that Taoist Qisha would be furious.

In her opinion, Lao Wu is afraid of death and avoiding battle, and with Master's disposition, it is very possible to kill Lao Wu directly.

However, very strangely, Li Manmei noticed that Master looked at the courtyard with a very abnormal expression, which was a kind of expression that she had never seen after following Master for many years.

"Boss, what will happen if you don't practice swordsmanship for two years?"

"The foundation is flimsy, and the sword formula is unfamiliar. Master, don't worry, I will drag out the fifth child and scold him properly."

In the past two years, Taoist Qisha has retreated and adjusted his state to attack the realm of the Purple Mansion. Li Manmei presides over the Qisha Cave Mansion by himself. Apart from her own practice, she also has many things to be busy with.

Therefore, she hadn't paid attention to Zhang Lie's whereabouts in the past two years. If she had known about it long ago, she would have informed Zhang Lie in advance and tried to hide it as much as possible.

Walking towards the old shop at this moment is also full of worries.

However, when Li Manmei approached the shop, suddenly, she felt a cold sword intent behind her:

Huge, bloodthirsty, cold and terrifying, so that Li Manmei instinctively raised her spirit to a relative peak.

It was at this moment that she froze.

"This, this is..."

Under the oppression of Taoist Qisha's sword intent, Li Manmei didn't need to turn her head, she seemed to see a huge poisonous dragon surrounding her master's body, rising into the sky, as if it wanted to devour everything.

This is quite normal, under the master's murderous sword intent, Li Manmei knew very well that she would be directly defeated if she couldn't even make a move, the master was already so strong.

However, what shocked her at this moment was not the murderous sword intent behind her, but in front of her, in the gloomy world, she seemed to be provoked and stimulated.

"Roar!"

A phantom of a huge and strong tiger suddenly burst out, roaring towards the sky.

At this moment, Li Manmei seemed to be surrounded by a fierce tiger and a black dragon, her body was stiff and unable to move.

"Have you practiced the divine essence transforming evil art, but replaced the killing intent with your own fighting spirit?"

"I didn't touch the sword for two years, I didn't practice swordsmanship, but I visualized it in my heart every day and practiced hard all the time, so that my body and mind were filled with a strong fighting spirit."

"It's as if I saw... a fierce tiger that is being locked in a cage and is about to choose someone to eat."

"It's a pity...just a disciple, but not my son. Boss, come back, with your half-toned sword intent, you won't be able to get there at all."

After saying this, Taoist Qisha turned around and left.

Only the previous moment was left, Li Manmei, who was oppressed by the two wills of fighting and killing, froze and couldn't move, suddenly fell limp to the ground, panting heavily.

A certain person's fighting spirit was not strong enough to directly overwhelm a monk who was in the late stage of Qi training and whose mana was even far stronger than himself. It was just that he showed a certain powerful essence under the traction of Qi Sha Daoist's Qi.

At least at this moment, Li Manmei was completely sure in her heart that the current self was far from being the opponent of this Fifth Junior Brother.

"Master, during the two years of your retreat, Yifei and Wei Boyuan also disappeared without a trace. Somebody saw them in Yue Kingdom, I sent someone to look for them, but Yifei was no longer there." The evil spirit said so.

"...It's okay, after all, he is the son of my Yin Tianchou, so he won't die outside so easily, so it's better to let that kid hone his skills." Taoist Qisha replied after thinking about it for a while.

(End of this chapter)