Mythological Native Species

There was silence in the study.

Suddenly, in the empty room, there was another unfamiliar but extremely hoarse voice, like two pieces of pig iron rubbing against each other.

"Tsk tsk tsk... It's really chilling! I still remember that when I knocked you down from the cold pool, there was a little girl who was twenty-eight years old, and she jumped into the cold pool without hesitation. I have been looking for you in the cold pool for seven days almost without sleep. Because of this, I am deeply infected with the cold poison. If the old man had not softened his heart for a while and passed her some formulas, I am afraid that she would have died from the cold poison."

"You actually said such things to her now, are you really not afraid of making her sad?"

Yang Xiaoyun was sitting on the Taishi chair, but the armrests on both sides of the chair were clearly scratched.

He stood up and opened a secret mechanism.

The wall behind the bookshelf moved away silently.

In the suddenly extra space, there was a large black wine vat.

A whitish, hairy head protruded from the wine vat.

The beard and messy hair obscured his face, only the eyes that leaked from time to time, vicious, vicious and full of madness.

Yang Xiaoyun took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms. The milky white liquid with the aroma of almonds in the porcelain bottle dripped into the wine jar.

Soon, the person soaking in the wine jar groaned in an extremely suppressed pain.

It took a while for the pain to subside. The person in the wine jar raised his head and looked at Yang Xiaoyun viciously and said, "You are very confident, it is because you are confident that she likes you so much. That's why you deliberately leaked your mouth, she was so confident. Smart, you will definitely find a way to help you get what you want."

"It's just... you're so rare that you're really not afraid of losing your wife and losing your army?"

Yang Xiaoyun said lightly: "The relationship between Li Jianchen and I must be like fire and water. This is his way of gaining trust in front of Emperor Jiazheng. Since Li Jianchen shared the secret book, it means that he no longer cares about the leak of the secret book. I know She has a grudge in her heart, and if I didn't say that, she wouldn't be willing to go for me."

"Although it's embarrassing for her, I'll follow her. Li Jianchen...I don't think he would dare to be presumptuous!"

When Yang Xiaoyun said this, he was full of confidence and confident.

"Hahaha...Yang Xiaoyun! Yang Xiaoyun! Why did we old guys lose sight of it and didn't see it, you turned out to be such a despicable person with a wolf-hearted heart and ulterior motives. It's just that you let me live, old man. Your biggest mistake. If one day, your lady knows that you killed his father with your own hands, or you fed the poison to the Taoist Master, or you made the old man into a man... but she doesn't know what she should do What do you think?" The person in the wine vat kept stimulating Yang Xiaoyun, he wanted Yang Xiaoyun to kill him.

The study is only separated from this dark room by a wall. Usually, any conversation in the study cannot be concealed from the old man.

And if the old man wanted to speak up and disturb the people in the study, it would be easy.

But he has been silent all the time, that must have a crucial handle in Yang Xiaoyun's hands, and he had to endure the humiliation.

However, Yang Xiaoyun smiled slightly, with a sincere and sturdy expression: "You are Huiyun's master, although there were some entanglements with me back then, but it is already a cloud of the past, how could I kill you? But...you are still reluctant to say. The whereabouts of "Nine Returns to Tianyang"?"

The old man in the wine jar seemed to have become a little confused in pain, and all he shouted was the words 'kill me'.

After closing the secret room, Yang Xiaoyun walked out of the study.

She went to the bedroom and changed into a night clothes that was easy to move around.

He would lurch nearby before Situ Huiyun went to find Feng Linye.

He had some pimples in his heart and needed to reassure himself.

Feng Linwen did not return to the palace, but stayed in the Qunying Pavilion.

Although it was originally a restaurant, it also had several guest rooms. Feng Linhan had collected a lot of information about civilization and needed to sort it out, so he didn't waste time returning to the palace, and lived there.

"So far, I have collected a total of thirty-nine martial arts. Among them, three are considered top-notch, and eight are only with some characteristics. The rest tend to be basic and have little value. However, Even so, if you get a special market and operate well, you may even get tens of thousands of energy points." Feng Linxen felt happy when he thought of this.

Don't look at this world, even the top-level martial arts that have been completed are not worth much in Luotian Temple.

That's entirely because Luo Tiandian's pricing is a 'quantified' standard for power levels and levels. Moreover, the information provided by Feng Linwan was too incomplete. After leaving Luotian Temple, there was no hope of completing it outside.

As for the whole book, there is no need to complete it, no martial arts secrets have been turned over to Luotian Temple, and no one has practiced it. For some wealthy people who yearn for extraordinary power, but dare not go through adventures, it is a hard pursuit. What's more, there is also the issue of compatibility. Not everyone is as lucky as Feng Linwen, who can open a golden finger and formulate an extraordinary path for himself completely and regularly.

Om...!

Suddenly, the inexplicable Feng Linxen began to feel dizzy.

With his eyes in a trance, he saw that on the character template of Jiujianxian, the first skill 'Flying Waterfall Swordsmanship' was completely unlocked.

At this moment, it was as if something hit his brain.

In the blurry eyes, he seemed to see many complicated pictures.

There are ethereal mountains in the picture, swordsmen flying in the sky, sword curtains surrounding the sky, and blood burning the earth...

The collapsed giant peak, the hero's elegy, converged into the sea, impacting the sword energy like a waterfall.

"What is this... what is the streamer sword sect, what is the demon of the underworld, what is the sword saint of Mount Mang... what is Quante?" The chaotic and noisy memories were chaotic in Feng Linwan's mind. He opened his mouth to vomit, but felt that nothing came out.

It is not his body that is dizzy, but his soul.

At this moment, a dark shadow suddenly swept in, and his palms staggered towards Feng Linxun with extremely thick palms.

Feng Linwen's entire soul was caught in an inexplicable entanglement~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but a unique instinct still surged up suddenly.

Put your fingers together, like holding a sword.

As soon as he waved his sleeves, Feng Linwen's back exploded with splendid sword light like fireworks.

Facing the sword light that rushed towards his face, Yang Xiaoyun trembled all over.

He already regretted it and shouldn't have shot.

Originally, he just saw that Feng Linwen was in a bad state, and thought that he had gone into trouble while practicing and wanted to take the opportunity to make a sneak attack.

But he didn't expect that Feng Linye in such a state would have such incredible strength.

Puff puff!

Yang Xiaoyun's hand and foot meridians were cut by the all-conquering sword energy almost instantly.

Originally going a step further, Feng Linwen's finger was about to break Yang Xiaoyun's throat.

Under the pressure of the terrifying sword energy, Yang Xiaoyun felt suffocated... His pupils kept shrinking, but he couldn't resist.

"Get out of the way!" Feng Linxen suddenly burst out, roared, and hit the wall with his head directly, the whole thing seemed to be the scene of a fine point.

His body began to twitch violently, and it didn't improve until half an hour later.

Cold sweat soaked Feng Linhen's whole body, he took off his coat, and Feng Linmen fell on the bed, feeling weak and weak.

"Go to Nima's golden finger...!" Fiercely, Feng Linwen wanted to spit, but she felt extremely dry.

Looking at Yang Xiaoyun, who fell to the ground, still glaring, but couldn't hide his horror, Feng Linxun resisted the pain in the meridians, struggled to get up, and then forced a ray of innate qi to control Yang Xiaoyun's eight key points first. , to prevent him from moving, but also to prevent him from losing too much blood and dying.

Then he kicked it into the bottom of the bed.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

A strange voice from Situ Huiyun came from outside the door.

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