“Here I come!”
Bai Yu smiled faintly and waved at the figure not far away.
"Hei Yu, you're on time!"
Da da da!
The sound of horse hooves was rapid, with no sign of stopping.
Bai Yu frowned, "Hei Yu, what are you doing?!"
Swish!
The broadsword instantly flew out into the air, piercing the air flow.
"This kind of sword energy?! You're not Hei Yu?"
laugh!
The sword is sharp and arrives in an instant.
…
Inside the Pingyu branch of the Black Wind Hall.
Wan Zhuliu lay in the rocking chair in a very comfortable posture.
With the help of the faint yellow light cast by the lantern, he began to examine the [Power-Devouring Technique] left by Wu Zhong.
He took out the booklet and as he turned the pages, he found some slight discrepancies between what was shown on the panel and what was displayed.
Plus the words in the column of skills on the panel.
[Kung Fu: Devouring Power (Incomplete, no points can be added)]
"It seems that there is something wrong with this thing. No wonder Wu Zhong carries it with him. Perhaps he is planning to use it to fool others when the situation becomes desperate.
Unfortunately, I was too decisive and didn't give him this opportunity!"
He was a little disappointed.
I can only look for other channels to see if I can get the complete version.
This kind of real skill that can absorb other people's skills is called an evil way by people in the martial arts world.
But in Wan Zhuliu's opinion, whether it is evil or not does not depend on the technique itself, but on the practitioner.
If we use it to suck up those scum, wouldn't that be considered as getting rid of harm to the people?
While he was thinking about this, footsteps were heard outside the door.
The voice stopped at the threshold outside the yard.
"My Lord, it's done!"
Xia Shi was wearing a robe with cloud patterns, and his body was spotless. In his right hand, he was holding a bag that seemed to be dripping with blood.
Wan Zhuliu glanced over.
Just one glance and he was sure it was Bai Yu.
The person who introduced him to the Yu tribe eventually died at his own hands.
"If you want to blame someone... blame yourself for not having eyes!"
After muttering to himself, Wan Zhuliu waved his hand, "Clean it up, don't dirty the floor tiles!"
Xia Shi bowed.
Just as he was about to leave, Wan Zhuliu threw a booklet in his hand over to him.
Xia Shi stretched out his other hand and took it steadily. Looking up, he saw six large handwritten characters on the booklet.
"Commentary on the Wuji Sword Technique"
He had an idea and immediately flipped through it with one hand.
Each page contains his insights into the Wuji Sword Technique he practiced and things that need to be paid attention to.
Among them, there are very concise annotations not only on the decomposition of moves but also on the mentality during practice.
He compared them one by one according to his memory and found that this annotation actually solved many of the doubts he had in the process of cultivation.
Especially the last sentence "Sword in hand, sword in heart, sword will follow the heart without breaking the rules!"
It made him suddenly enlightened.
He also realized recently that if he sticks to the techniques, he will never be able to surpass his predecessors.
The person who created this Wuji sword technique ultimately only reached the peak of the Concentration Realm.
If he cannot find a path of his own, he will be trapped at this step in the future.
Thinking of this, his heart was shocked.
"I've been practicing swordsmanship since I was seventeen, and have been accepted into a master's school. I've been immersed in this Wuji Sword Technique for a full fifty years now. Fifty years... isn't as profound as his understanding in just a few days!"
He still had a glimmer of confidence in his heart to compete again in the future, but it completely collapsed at this moment.
After a moment, he bowed silently and left.
Wan Zhuliu, who was lying in the rocking chair, had no idea that he had just used the panel to deduce the Wuji sword technique, and then wrote down the insights he gained and gave them to Xia Shi, which would have such a great impact on the other party.
Ignoring all this, Wan Zhuliu began to recuperate his body and mind and practice Yuehua Gong.
Although practicing spiritual skills allowed his realm to soar, the tingling sensation in his head still did not disappear. Every time he spent a lot of mental time thinking, the impressive pain would be reawakened.
This also made Wan Zhuliu very worried.
He was very worried that the damage was irreversible.
In a blink of an eye, half a month passed.
These days, on the one hand, he asked Hu Er to pay attention to the changes in Bubang and other counties in Luozhou, and on the other hand, he was looking for information about the sequelae of spiritual power on the human body.
During this period, he also continued to strengthen his qi and blood, practice various skills, and consolidate his foundation.
In addition, the cultivation of blue-eyed toad meat was not delayed.
The green-eyed toad meat, which was originally only the size of a fist, has now grown to the size of a medium-sized wine jar. It looks like a huge heart, covered with mesh-like flesh patterns, beating rhythmically, just like a living thing.
Every three days, Wan Zhuliu would cut off a portion and give it to Hu Er, asking him to use it to train his subordinates.
Those people were all selected by him personally, and they were currently learning the Iron Body Skills that he taught them.
With enough supply of monster meat, I think its growth will not be slow.
Nowadays, all the masters of the Black Wind Hall are recruited from various gangs and special channels. They can live in peace and security only because of the Black Wind Master Wan Zhuliu who intimidates everyone.
But in terms of loyalty, it is not very high.
Only when the group of people he trained grew up, the Black Wind Hall would have its own backbone strength.
Wan Zhuliu walked out of the yard and came to the main hall of the Black Wind Hall.
Today, there was some unusual movement in the Bu Gang.
"What's going on?" He looked at Hu Er who was reporting.
Hu Er wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Sir, the Bu Gang...I think it's going to be gone!"
"What do you mean? These past few days, the news you sent me every day said that the Bu Gang was doing well. Why are you suddenly saying today that the Bu Gang is gone?"
"Master, I didn't expect that the Bu Gang was suddenly attacked last night. The entire headquarters was littered with corpses. It was confiscated by the government this morning. Fortunately, we took our property away long ago!" Hu Er replied immediately.
"What?"
Wan Zhuliu stood up suddenly, "Who did this?!"
He really couldn't imagine who would suddenly attack the Bu Gang.
Qin Hongyu?
Although she failed to take control of the Bu Gang as she wished, her entire family would not be wiped out!
"It's not clear yet, but based on the situation at the scene, there are rumors that... it wasn't done by humans!"
"Not a human? What do you mean?"
"The way he killed people is very similar to... a beast ghost!"
"Beast ghost?"
Wan Zhuliu frowned and fell into a brief silence.
If the name hadn't been mentioned suddenly, he would have forgotten about it.
A creature neither human nor ghost created by the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect that can transform ordinary people into beings comparable to martial artists in the Tongli realm.
'It appeared again!'
He frowned secretly, then asked, "Are they all wiped out?"
"Several key figures of the Bu Gang, including Hong Youling, are simply missing; no bodies have been found."
Hearing this, Wan Zhuliu stopped talking.
The sudden change made him lose his target for a moment.
He originally hoped to use the Bu Gang as an open pawn to lure Qin Hongyu and Hong Tianming to continue fighting.
As a result, such an excellent chess piece was gone.
Just when he was feeling distressed, a figure appeared outside the lobby.
"Flying Eagle?"
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