On Shuangjiao Mountain.

Yan Yijiu, who had closed his eyes and was waiting for November 1st, suddenly sensed a shocking breath coming from the river in the distance.

He turned around suddenly, his eyes flashing, his iron armor fluttering, and a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Haven't we already informed those old antiques? Who is this?"

He glanced at Chen Bufan, who was also in doubt, and bowed.

"Brother, please wait for a moment. I will be back soon."

Although the two had never met before, the martial arts that were passed down from generation to generation proved that they had both met Him.

Then I changed the trajectory of my life.

Yan Yijiu jumped lightly and fell off a cliff hundreds of feet high. But when he reached the water, he was like a feather, swinging gently down.

Then it suddenly crossed the water surface, breaking through the waves like a vicious shark, and quickly headed towards the ship in front of it where flames were flying and there were noisy voices.

It’s just a matter of counting your breaths.

Bang! On the Dafu ship, everyone only heard a dull sound of footsteps.

Then I saw a handsome man standing on the railing of the ship, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised and a hint of evil charm.

"I wonder which senior is here to play this joke on me?"

Upon hearing this, everyone on the boat looked at each other in surprise.

Someone recognized Yan Yijiu, and his face suddenly changed, "Silverfish Master Yan Yijiu!"

"What, he is Yan Yijiu? Then why did he come here..."

"Senior Hua Xiamian is so powerful that Yan Yijiu came to greet him in person!"

No one dared to call her Lady Huaxiamian anymore, and some people even considered whether to acknowledge her as their aunt.

Today, I can accompany Hua Xiamian on a cruise and watch the battle between the two dragons. This is truly a blessing that I have cultivated for three lifetimes! Hua Xiamian? Yan Yijiu frowned when he heard this.

At this time, Hua Xiamian, who was still a little dazed, immediately came to his senses.

The leg bone in her hand was still emitting a faint heat, the raging waves under her feet were beating against the hull of the boat, and the flying mist enveloped her.

She came out of the mist like a sword powerful enough to cut through the darkness, with an unshakable demeanor.

"The one who just broke into the formation was me. I cannot be called a senior. If Brother Yan doesn't mind, we can just be friends as peers."

Although Hua Xiamian felt a little surprised, when did he become so powerful?

He also became the senior in Yan Yijiu's words.

Yan Yijiu looked at Hua Xiamian in confusion. No matter how he looked at her, the woman in front of him had only crude martial arts skills and her steps were unsteady. She didn't look like a martial arts master at all.

"Just you?"

Whether it is true or not, we will know after trying it! Clang clang clang! Almost at the same time, Yan Yijiu pulled out a green heavy spear from behind him, and walked out of the shape of sharp edges, arranging around his body, like a full moon. The spear intent combined with the blood, spirit and soul has reached the realm of transformation, and instantly turned into thousands of spear qi, rushing upward like a thousand avalanches! Hua Xiamian took a few steps back. No matter what, he could not have thought that Yan Yijiu would be so perverse and would embarrass him without saying a word.

She recalled the state of activating the leg bone just now, and once again put the leg bone in front of herself.

You didn't dodge or disperse, and took my attack? Yan Yijiu looked surprised and suspicious.

However, the next moment, with a bang, there was a crisp sound, and the leg bone in Hua Xiamian's hand was directly shaken high into the air.

The palm of the hand was torn and severe pain came.

Hua Xiamian could only watch helplessly as a hint of cold light reached his forehead.

"Why does it sometimes work and sometimes not? My life is over!"

Yan Yijiu suddenly put away the gun, and the sharp force of the gun cut off a strand of Hua Busian's long hair.

"Humph, playing tricks."

Yan Yijiu looked at Hua Busian with a cold gaze, then looked at the crowd and asked a few more questions loudly, but no one dared to stand up.

Then he bowed helplessly.

"Senior, please feel free to do as you please, but please don't interfere with my fight with the two dragons."

After saying that, Yan Yijiu turned around, tapped his toes, and disappeared into the vast river.

Only dead silence was left there.

Hua Xiamian touched his eyebrows with a look of fear, and he didn't know when cold sweat had already wet his back.

"Why didn't Lady Huaxiamian take action just now?"

"Defeat, defeat?"

"What happened just now? Why was it so fast?"

"I haven't even become your disciple yet, how come you've already been defeated?"

Zhao Yin looked dazed and didn't even notice that the scholar's hat on his head had fallen off.

Only some warriors who were about to enter the state of nourishing the spirit understood something vaguely, and looked at the crowd with horror in their eyes.

On the road, I happened to encounter a black-sailed boat and a warrior wearing a plush cloak. For some reason, I suddenly remembered the old man in a straw raincoat and hat fishing by the river. I turned back suddenly, but did not see the familiar figure.

"It seems that I have lost a lot..."

Hua Xiamian's face felt burning with pain, but fortunately, after years of wandering around the world, he had already developed some courage.

At this moment, he dusted off his shoulders, pretending to be calm...

But she found that her treasure, the leg bone, was missing! Just as she was panicking, a calm voice sounded directly beside her ears -

"I will borrow this bone for a few days, and I will return it to you when we part. Just consider it as...reward for my help to you."

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"The martial arts path is not lonely, there are predecessors on the road ahead, I am not alone~"

Inside the cabin, Li Qinglin sat cross-legged on the bed, staring intently at the leg bone in front of him.

The martial arts will remaining on the leg bones was shining brightly, and Li Qinglin seemed to see the past years in a trance.

There is a bronze tripod suspended above the peaks.

The mysterious green talismans formed a certain law and covered the entire body of the cauldron.

There were thunder and fire in the cauldron, and a hideous figure could be vaguely seen being burned by the thunder and fire.

Outside the bronze cauldron, an immortal cultivator who looked as if he was floating in the air but exuded a rich spiritual energy was ruthlessly injecting elixir fire into the cauldron.

"Your achievements and martial arts were all given by us. Why do you want to resist?"

The immortal cultivator seemed a little puzzled.

The man in the cauldron roared, "If you want to fight, then fight. Why be hypocritical? You are clearly a group of pigs and dogs who are afraid of death and avoid disaster. How dare you call yourself an immortal cultivator? Tens of millions of years later, you will be successful in martial arts!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in the cauldron turned Qiankun upside down and angrily slammed into the bronze cauldron.

The mountains above the clouds will collapse, and everything will quickly dissolve.

A pair of eyes like golden candles shot out from the cauldron, burning fiercely, and a long river of blood flowed out from it.

Eventually, all traces were erased.

Only a piece of skeleton, as crystal clear as blood jade and with veins as vast as rivers and seas, was left, slowly sinking into the collapsed mountains.

Li Qinglin suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of fierceness leaking out.

Then he saw the White Bone Demon hiding against the wall, trembling, with his hands on his knees, looking at him fearfully.

The light of the leg bone in Li Qinglin's hand dimmed, and the remaining martial arts will dissipated a lot.

"Overseas islands, Danxue Mountain..."

Li Qinglin muttered to himself.

Under his "pressure", Hua Xiamian naturally told him the whole story of the origin of the leg bone.

For a moment, Li Qinglin became fascinated by these overseas islands.

The Longgong rain tribe in the Nituo River also comes from overseas islands.

Master Wen actually eloped with a woman and went overseas.

Plus the remains of this martial arts sage.

The overseas islands seem to have buried many truths that have been obscured by history.

In a sense, all martial arts in the world are derived from the old body cultivation, which originated from the immortal way.

But in the past, it seemed that a large number of warriors, unwilling to become experimental subjects, drew their swords against their "ancestors".

Perhaps, in those times, the third realm of martial arts had already been determined, and there were warriors whose strength could even rival that of the Nascent Soul.

After all, the warrior who was burned by thunder and fire in the bronze cauldron just now was much stronger than Li Qinglin's current level.

"Very wonderful, very wonderful..."

For a moment, Li Qinglin felt as if the clouds had parted and he could see the sun and the moon.

(End of this chapter)