Huang Changling smiled gently, and his words actually revealed some admiration for Li Qinglin.

The sword-wielding warrior behind him was silent for a moment, then said, "Master, Li Qinglin did not use the Qi Control Technique."

"Um?"

Huang Changling turned around abruptly, his face full of doubt and confusion, "What do you mean? Could it be that he killed the Ming King with just his physical and spiritual power?!"

The terrifying momentum suddenly fell, and the sword-wielding warrior felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. He said with difficulty, "It seems, that's the case."

Just in time.

There were hurried footsteps.

A man in his thirties, with a gloomy temperament and dressed in a monk's robe, walked out of the cabin.

Judging from his aura, he has reached the peak realm of spiritual cultivation.

The man said viciously,

"Master, the abbot's lamp has gone out. I want to ask for your permission to go to Changfeng County to get Li Qinglin's head and light a lamp to offer sacrifice to the abbot's soul!"

Khenpo is a respectful title for martial arts leaders in Tantric Buddhism and a symbol of great wisdom and courage.

After the death of Mahavairocana, this Tantric sect became leaderless and fell into turmoil.

Huang Changling sighed upon hearing this and said softly, "Let's put this matter on hold. The people from the Wumeng have become more and more active recently. We shouldn't cause any more trouble."

The man was surprised when he heard this. "Then please forgive me for disobeying your order, Master! I can't die in vain!"

After saying that, the man turned around and walked away without even looking back.

The monk's robe fluttered in the wind of the river, looking like fire and blood.

But suddenly, the man felt a sense of fear in his heart, and subconsciously he moved his body to leave the place.

"call out!!"

Almost instantly, a sharp light flashed along with the surging airflow.

Waves appeared one after another, like thousands of silver snakes, drilling through the sky and instantly piercing through the man's chest.

"Forehead……"

The man lowered his head in a daze, looking at his chest which had been completely pierced and vaporized, leaving only a thin layer of fascia tissue connecting the two sides.

Plop! The body fell to the ground, and the smell of blood on the side of the ship suddenly became strong.

In response, the other warriors all looked on in silence.

Huang Changling shook his head and said,

"It's your business to resist the order, but it's my business to forgive or not."

The body was quickly cleaned up and thrown into the river.

The swordsman asked in a low voice, "Master, how should Li Qinglin respond?"

“No hurry.”

Huang Changling turned around and looked at the mountains on the shore. He said with a deep gaze, "From what I've seen of this boy, he seems to be blessed with great luck. Such a person should either be made friends with him, or be killed with lightning speed and all the strength in his body."

"Wait until I have finished dealing with the Martial Alliance and have some time to deal with him."

"First, you should be submissive and make friends with him. Then, you can select a few techniques related to the third level of martial arts and send them to him as a token of your apology."

The sword-wielding warrior responded and left quickly.

The river wind was cold and the giant snake under the water was pulling on the tow rope, creating wind and clouds.

Huang Changling stood at the side of the boat for a long time, muttering to himself,

"Is it my illusion? In recent years, there have been more and more outstanding people in various states, and there are endless geniuses in the martial arts and immortal ways."

"In the past few hundred years, many immortal cultivation sects held military training sessions to sacrifice the city's human fortune for the next few hundred years. Logically, the number of talented people should have dwindled."

"Why is it so abnormal?"

…

The early morning trip to Fengxian County still carried a slight dampness from last night.

But in many restaurants and teahouses, people were talking and lowering their voices.

"Have you heard that Jian Nineteen, who is known as the Sword Shadow City, suddenly broke his sword at home last night, and his face was bruised. He told everyone that he made a mistake in sword practice and got hurt accidentally."

"This is strange. How come in just one month, many of the spiritual masters in the city have had accidents? Some broke their arms and legs, and some encountered bad things."

"Hehe, haven't you noticed? The backgrounds of these Soul Cultivating Warriors who got into trouble are not clean!

When we were trying to wipe out the Taoist priest Liquan, the big families in the inner city joined forces with the warriors from the inner and outer Taoist temples, and these people tried to hide if they could, or simply slipped away to other counties if they couldn't!"

"Hiss... Could it be that there is a wronged ghost seeking revenge?"

According to everyone, the culprit who caused such tragic situation to warriors like Jian Shijiu and Smiling Yama was undoubtedly Li Qinglin.

This month, he was quite "polite" to all the famous martial arts masters in Feng County, and went to challenge them one by one to prove his martial arts.

Gained a lot.

And today is the day that Li Qinglin sets out from Fengxian County and returns to Qingshitan.

During this period, he worked tirelessly to stimulate the qi and blood to regulate Li Xian's body and eliminate the disease. Although it did not achieve the level of prolonging life, it was enough for Li Xian to enjoy her old age in good health.

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As for Li Qingqing, perhaps because she has grown up, she no longer admires Li Qinglin as much as she did when she was a child.

In other words, she became more reserved and learned to be dignified like a girl.

Unfortunately, Li Qinglin secretly used spirit stone powder with formless properties to test Li Qingqing's aptitude, but the result was that she had no spiritual roots.

Li Qinglin was not surprised by this result.

Even a little relieved.

The immortal path is lonely, every step is thrilling, and there are dead graves everywhere.

Sometimes, it’s not a bad thing to be a mortal and experience the daily necessities of life for decades.

As for Jiwuyulongmen...

Li Qinglin firmly believes in one truth.

As long as you are strong enough, no one will dare to hurt your family.

Otherwise, completely untying the shackles on Li Qinglin would only release a ferocious beast that would terrify everyone! By then, it would be others who would be afraid.

…

The rain was heavy and the wind was strong, beating the banana leaves.

In the dark and desolate forest, Chen Bufan stumbled all the way, letting the cold raindrops fall on his face, and the wet soil exuded a fishy smell.

Cold! Sleepy ! Tired! Countless negative emotions surged into his heart, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

But he didn't dare, nor did he want to close his eyes.

He was originally the son of a turtle farmer in Luoshui County's fishing market.

The Bie people are a special position set up by Dajiang to be in charge of the plants, birds and animals in the mountains and lakes, and to manage the fish in the Yangtze and Huaihe Rivers. They are all people with certain special abilities or bloodlines.

And Chen Bufan is the most outstanding among them. He is good at recognizing the solar terms and has an almost instinctive intuition about where there are big fish and mountain spirits.

With this, his martial arts skills improved by leaps and bounds, and before he was twenty years old, he had already reached the marrow refining realm.

Unfortunately, success and failure are both due to Xiao He.

He led a dog and held an eagle, and once found an extremely rare yellow yuan bead in the deep mountains.

This thing is the foundation of the Taoism of the Yellow Skin Spirit. Every ten years, it will spit out and absorb the spiritual energy of the earth.

Not only can it prolong life, but it can also lengthen bones and muscles. Even for adults, the tendons and veins can be extended by several inches! But unfortunately, the news leaked out, and an old martial arts master in Luoshui County set his eyes on Huang Yuanzhu and came to ask for it.

Chen Bufan was young and energetic. He felt that he was not inferior to others, so naturally he was unwilling to give in.

As a result, he was secretly murdered, his tendons and veins were broken, and his cultivation was wasted! His parents were killed! His childhood sweetheart broke off the engagement! All his family wealth and fertile land were taken away! "Ten years of ups and downs, you just wait!!"

Chen Bufan stood in the cold rain for a long time, his eyes flashing like a wolf, staring in the direction of Luoshui County.

Sudden,

There were hurried footsteps coming from the distance.

"Hurry, that kid is a cripple. He can't get far. He's nearby!"

(End of this chapter)