Tiandao Library

Qi Linger was dumbfounded.

You're really brave enough to die!

You know, if you can't comprehend it, the whole person may be scrapped!

The chest, where the heart is, the lower abdomen, where the dantian receives qi, is violently attacked, and the true qi is stirred up.

"I see!"

Shocked here, Zhang Xuan in front laughed loudly.

He has been unable to think of a better sword move, but now he looks cheerful, and all the previous doubts and shackles have been integrated.

"Brotherhood between Yiyi and Yiyi, the two servants control the strength. How can it be surprising, filial and thoughtful... It turns out that the sword moves are contained in the kung fu!"

Eyes shine.

I comprehended this set of exercises because the little yellow chicken was killed. As a brother and beast pet, the other party has never let me down, so the sword technique naturally follows this law.

The feeling of parting is heartbroken.

A confidant in the sea is like a neighbor at the end of the world!

When the opponent's long whip attacked his chest and lower abdomen, causing his liver and intestines to hurt, his spiritual light shone, and his sword skills had already been mastered.

With one thrust, not only blocked the opponent's attack, but also wounded him.

"I lost..." Ming Laixiang gritted her teeth.

It's okay if you don't want to admit it, the opponent's swordsmanship just fell from the sky, there is no trace to be found, even if she is in full bloom, she can't resist it, now that she is seriously injured, it is useless to try to resist it.

"Go find Lin Xie!"

Zhang Xuan said indifferently.

This one admits defeat, then continue to challenge the rest, just two people, it won't take too much effort.

"Don't be busy yet!" Seeing that he was about to leave, Ming Laixiang struggled to stand up: "If you can beat me, you can definitely beat Lin Xie and Wu Yang, but... the reason why the three of us are at a stalemate is that we can't determine who is the winner." The reason for the City Lord of Yehui City is not because of strength, but...the City Lord Monument that can't be refined to represent the identity of the City Lord! As long as you can succeed, I believe they will admit defeat without a competition!"

"City Lord Monument?" Zhang Xuan looked over.

"Yehui City, the former city lord died in battle with aura and tide. He was a mid-level god. After his death, his soul and stele were fused together. If he wants to become the real city lord, he must get his consent. Otherwise, no one can." Success! And the three of us failed to do it!"

Ming came to Xiangdao.

"Where is the stele?" Zhang Xuan asked.

Since you can succeed without challenging the two of you, there is no need to go there.

"I'll take you there! However, it's extremely difficult to gain recognition..." Ming Laixiang shook her head.

The one in front of me, relying on the realm of a high-grade god, defeated him. Regardless of his combat power or talent, he was amazingly powerful, but... it was still not so easy to gain the other party's approval.

Because... refining the city lord's stele has nothing to do with cultivation, but to be recognized by the previous city lord.

The other party has been dead for nearly ten years, what can be recognized, these years, countless masters have tried, but no one has succeeded.

The one in front of him, perhaps like them, cannot escape the common customs.

Leaving the courtyard, a group of people walked forward, and after an hour, they came to the most central location in the city.

In the very middle of the square stands a huge stone tablet, engraved with many rules and regulations of Yehui City.

The stone tablet is more than ten meters high, and the whole is flowing with a blue-black light. At a glance, you can tell that the material is not simple.

"This is the Monument of the City Lord!"

Ming came to Xiangdao.

Without saying a word, Zhang Xuan came to the front in two steps, gently stroking it with his fingers.

A book comes to mind.

"Carved from dark blue jade, it suppresses the luck of this city, and contains part of the thoughts of the Yeyu Celestial God. Disadvantages:..."

The book records the structure, origin and defects of the stele in detail, but does not indicate how to refine it.

"We have followed the rules on the stele. We will not make any changes, and respect the other party's ideas. Unfortunately, we can't get their approval..."

Ming came to Xiangdao.

Zhang Xuan nodded, and came to the stone tablet again, and the Eye of Sense shined on it.

It is obvious that inside the stele, there seems to be an unyielding idea, boiling and roaring.

His brows were furrowed, and with a flick of his mind, a drop of blood containing thoughts flew over.

Whoops!

As soon as the thought came into contact with the stele, a powerful force rushed over, as if to swallow the soul cleanly.

"It's really weird..." Zhang Xuan was stunned.

Normal weapons and the like, if they can't be refined, the essence and blood containing thoughts will be rejected.

This thing in front of me doesn't want to be refined, and it doesn't reject it, but devours it and absorbs it, which is completely different from what I encountered before.

However, to him, it was nothing.

Smiling lightly, he was about to use the Qi of the Dao of Heaven to destroy the thoughts contained in it and re-enlighten the spirit, when suddenly his eyebrows frowned.

The spirituality inside the stele seemed to know his intentions, and it merged perfectly with the green and dark jade in front of him, no longer distinguishing each other.

As long as the spirituality is destroyed, the stele will lose its support and shatter.

Only by refining this thing can one become a city lord. If it is not refined, it will be broken first... If it is really like this, it will definitely be cast aside by everyone, not to mention Ming Laixiang and others who are dissatisfied, and the people in the entire city will also have rebellious emotions. It is absolutely impossible to become the city lord again!

If you are too strong, you can't figure out the opponent's routine.

What should I do?

Frowning, Zhang Xuan's face was gloomy.

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"It's the same in other cities? There is also a monument to the city lord. Can the previous city lord bless it with his thoughts?"

Zhang Xuan looked at Qi Linger on the side.