On the tenth day of April 2270, Dongji Calendar.

The war lasted for four years, and it would be very important to say that it had a huge impact on the areas around Heigu City. For example, many mortals in the innate realm were dragged to the battlefield or used as internal helpers, making the gathering place of mortals much colder.

Fortunately, the Li clan moved to the purple bamboo forest area of ​​Bayu Mountain, which was surprisingly quiet and peaceful. The yield of spirit fish has increased significantly in recent years. In addition, the output of Qiongliu slurry of the Qiao brothers has also gradually increased. Li Jincheng was specifically responsible for sending it to the Zijian Pavilion in Linjiang City, and the Guo clan was specifically responsible for Li Qingming, the boss of the Qing generation.

Li Jinzhai is still running at Baimingdu and Zizhulin, responsible for fishing and raising spirit fish. The continuous increase in spirit fish production over the years is inseparable from his diligent care day and night.

On the island of the lake, a young man with a three-point appearance similar to Li Qingxiao was sitting cross-legged on a huge rock on the edge of the island of the lake. In front of him was an old man in black with pale hair and beard.

On the water surface in front of the huge rock, a sharp blue sword was floating quietly on the water surface, and it was obvious that the young man was using his spiritual power to control it.

Suddenly, the young man opened his eyes and the sword flashed back to his hand. A powerful aura spread from the sword body to his body, forming a powerful shock wave, forcing the water around the island in the middle of the lake to open all around.

“The sea is infinite!”

The young man let out a low voice, and the long sword was like a flood beast, carrying huge waves dozens of feet wide, with amazing momentum, wrapped in Haoran's spiritual power, the sword edge directly broke through the water surface, and the entire spiritual fish pond was immediately revived. The spirit fish in the pond suddenly tumbling, and the few spirit fish touched by the sword edge directly turned into a ball of blood mist and dissipated between heaven and earth.

The young man was naturally Li Qingjie, who was already 31 years old. He looked at the moment of his move and immediately showed joy. He looked at the old man in black in front of him like a gift and said, "Hehe, ancestor, am I practicing this!"

Four years have passed, and Li Yaowen is now 285 years old. His face is full of ravines, and he can only see a few traces of his youthful style, but his figure is still upright and his expression is not as old as ever.

Hearing Li Qingjie's inquiry, there was obviously a hint of joy in his eyes, but he still pretended to be serious: "You can barely be considered the entry! But don't be proud, the Dinghai Sword Technique is unfathomable, this is just the second move!"

"Old ancestor, the Dinghai Sword Technique has only three styles in total. I am only 31 years old now and will definitely be able to cultivate three styles in the future." Li Qingjie's cultivation has reached the peak of the seventh level of Qi training. He is about to make a breakthrough and is about to catch up with Li Qingxiao and Li Biyu, so he is naturally full of confidence.

Hearing this, Li Yaowen's expression was a little warm. Li Qingjie's talent in swordsmanship is indeed quite good. As a secret method of family heirloom of Li, it is indeed rare that Dinghai Sword Art can be cultivated into the second form at the age of 31.

Suddenly, Li Yaowen turned to look northeast, frowned, and asked, "Does your second brother and grandfather have news? Are you going to come back?"

A hint of surprise flashed on Li Qingjie's face and shook his head and said, "No, the last time my second brother brought the news back was a year ago. My grandfather was still stationed at the Longjiling defense line, and he didn't say he wanted to come back!"

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..." Li Yaowen counted silently for a few words, his face changed, and he directly took back the Dinghai Sword, flew towards the sky, and shouted loudly to the ground before leaving: "Qingjie, go and inform the tribe of the clan to hide, there is an enemy!"

Li Qingjie's cultivation was not as good as the ancestor, and he did not sense that someone came over. After hearing the ancestor's words, his face changed. He looked up and looked northeast. Sure enough, there were seven figures in the sky approaching quickly and immediately flashed to notify other tribesmen.

But in a while, the seven people were already standing above the Lingyu Pond.

Li Yaowen stepped on the Dinghai Sword in black and slowly opposed the seven people in the air.

"Shi Qian, Wei Ming, Zhang Zhao, Wang Wujue, Wang Wuchen, Zheng Jinxian... I guess this one is the head of the Heigu Camp. The seven of them came to my Li clan together, I don't know what's going on!"

For four consecutive years, although it was traded by Li Qingming and Heigu Camp, Guo Wanli's appearance characteristics have long been passed on to Li Yaowen. As for the other six people, they are basically old acquaintances.

Li Yaowen's heart sank, guessed the purpose of the seven people, and asked a question just delayed the time, hoping to get time for the people below to escape.

Zhang Zhao showed a few traces of sinisterness on his face. He pointed to Li's spiritual fish pond below his finger and said flatteringly to Guo Wanli in the middle: "Master Guo, look at the spiritual fish pond, all of which are high-level spiritual fish. However, Li only gives the Black Valley Camp a quota of 10,000 jin every month, and it is mixed with most of them are mid-level spiritual fish. Li's wolf ambition is obvious."

Zheng Jinxian, who was standing beside him, looked at Li Yaowen with hatred and even a hint of pleasure. Thinking of the shame that many years ago, he would wash it clean today and feel a little excited.

Wang Wuchen and Wang Wujue are cousins ​​of the same clan. Wang's family had long been a joke around Heigu City because of the humiliation of his ancestor by Li Yaowen. Today, Li Yaowen is dead, and his eyes are extremely excited.

But no one noticed in the field. Guo Wanli's eyes did not look at the spirit fish ponds, but looked at the large circle of purple spiritual bamboos around the spirit fish pond. The depths of his eyes were extremely excited and his body trembled slightly.

Guo Wanli almost exclaimed, "These idiots, who are so big that they don't want to have such a large purple bamboo forest, actually look at those low-priced spirit fish."

The purple spirit bamboo itself is not precious, but the purple spirit flowers bloomed are first-level spiritual medicines that can be used as alchemy. Most of the first-level spiritual medicines can only be sold at a price of more than one thousand spirit stones, which is not too precious.

If the number of purple spirit flowers is large enough, a more precious spiritual medicine will grow - purple gold spirit flowers.

Purple gold spirit flowers are second-level spiritual medicines, but they can sell more than 100,000 spirit stones.

Why?

Because it is an auxiliary medicine for refining foundation-building pills, this is not a big deal. Even Guo’s foundation-building pills are extremely lacking.

Guo Wanli looked at the purple bamboo forest that was nearly ten miles away, and his heart trembled constantly. He pretended to be calm and looked at Li Yaowen in front of him.

"You are Li Yaowen, the ancestor of Li clan! Li Qingxiao, the leader of the Li clan, and Chen Xiantang, the foundation-building cultivator, surrendered to the enemy and joined the Zijian Pavilion. I think it is difficult for you to practice, so I will give you the entire clan a self-destruction!"

As Guo Wanli spoke, his aura gradually revealed, hoping to intimidate Li Yaowen in front of him!

The eighth level of foundation building! The late-stage great monk.

A trace of solemnity flashed in Li Yaowen's eyes, and even he felt troublesome in the situation.

Two great monks in the late stage of foundation building, one in the middle stage of foundation building, and four in the early stage of foundation building!

Li Yaowen looked at the north of Lingyu Pond with a faint look, but he remained silent.

Guo Wanli was not familiar with Li Yaowen, and thought that he was on the verge of age and thought that he would submit to the other party when he took out the name of Guo, but he waited for a while but he still didn't say anything.

At this moment, the Dinghai Sword under Li Yaowen's feet suddenly rushed out, and the sword tip brought out by the water spiritual power arrived instantly, and the target pointed directly at Zhang Zhao, who was the first to speak.

The azure blue Dinghai Sword brought out a blue light in the air, and the seven people were caught off guard. Unexpectedly, Li Yaowen would dare to take the lead in this situation.

Zhang Zhao, who was the first to be affected, had his hair standing upside down on his body at the foundation-building level, and he was confused for a moment. He reacted and unfolded his spiritual shield, but the Dinghai Sword had already approached his throat.

"So brave!"

Guo Wanli roared angrily, and a flame condensed from his hand. It was the late-stage method of spiritual power forming. He forced himself to take over Li Yaowen's Dinghai Sword, but he was still a little slower.

The Dinghai Sword slashed through Zhang Zhao's neck and brought out a three-inch-long wound. Although it was not fatal, it also scared Zhang Zhao to death and was extremely frightened.

"Looking for death!" Zheng Jinxian couldn't sit still. He didn't expect that Li Yaowen was still so strong at this moment. He cooperated with Guo Wanli to block Li Yaowen's retreat.

However, Li Yaowen was unable to get the attack, so he immediately took the Dinghai Sword and retreated quickly, and fled towards the small hillside north of Lingyu Pond.

"If you want to run away, chase me! I want to make no one of the Li clans run away." Guo Wanli was furious. Since the Guo clan and Zijian Pavilion failed repeatedly in the battle, the reputation of the Guo clan on Lansha Island has been reduced again and again. Now even the small foundation-building family of Li clans dares to disobey him.

Li Yaowen was very fast, and seven people were blocking or intercepting them from behind, but they couldn't catch up at all. They just followed him to the top of the hill.

Unexpectedly, Li Yaowen suddenly stopped running away again and stood at the top of the hill. He only showed a sneer when they arrived.

"Brother Xiong, you can't help but drink!" Suddenly, the seven people shouted, and they didn't know what Li Yaowen meant, and forgot to take action for a while.

Guo Wanli felt a little uneasy, and a vibration suddenly came from the north of the hill.

Immediately afterwards, an amazing powerful demon power came from the north of the hill, and even Zheng Jinxian on the side couldn't help but speak in fear.

"There are foundation-building monsters!"

A pure black giant palm raised high from the north of the hill and suddenly slapped in the direction where the seven of them were standing.

The seven people quickly fled, but Zhang Zhao was injured and reacted slightly slower. In addition, Li Yaowen suddenly rose up at this time and held the Dinghai Sword in his hand to block Zhang Zhao's retreat.

Zhang Zhao just hesitated for a moment, and was completely covered by the giant black palm, with a trace of despair flashing in his eyes.

Bang……

With a loud bang, the giant palms directly tied into the silk and made an intimate contact with the ground.

Zhang Zhao was directly photographed as a meat paste!

Shi Qianwei Ming and Wang Wuchen couldn't help but stutter. Zhang Zhao had the same cultivation as them, but he couldn't hold on to the monster's huge palm.

"Yeah~"

The remaining six people wanted to see the monster clearly, but first heard a sound like a baby cry, and then a black and white bear head appeared from the north of the small hill.

"I'm sleeping well, so can't I be quieter?"

The monster seemed to have a hint of impatientness on his face, and his voice was like a four or five-year-old child. The tone of questioning and shaking his head was obviously silly, but it made Guo Wanli and others feel cold.

Li Yaowen's face turned right and said, "Brother Xiong is open and honest, but he should be a bear who has faith. Besides, if these bad guys snatch the wine away, you will have no alcohol to drink!"

Hearing Li Yaowen's words, Brother Xiong tilted his neck and nodded, "Well... well! Not bad, you have to be a bear that is trustworthy. Who dares to steal my wine? It's you?"

The black and white bear looked cute, but the scene of slapping Zhang Zhao to death was still vivid in the minds of the six people. When they heard his inquiries, they were shocked and did not dare to reply.

"Old thief Yaowen will die today! Master Guo, I'll hold this beast!" At this moment, Zheng Jinxian sacrificed a purple gold seal from the ring, and a hint of cruelty appeared on his face. After shouting at everyone, he rushed to Brother Xiong's head.

Nine Dragon Purple Gold Seal!

Zheng Jinxian's top-grade magic weapon, the power of the seal is indeed great. In an instant, it turned into a small hill, covering Brother Xiong's body. He had the late stage of foundation building cultivation. With the purple gold seal, the spiritual power mountain and tsunami trapped it.

Brother Xiong was amazingly powerful, but he couldn't break free for a while. He had no choice but to change his target and directly slapped Zheng Jinxian. He was also tempted by his agility, which made Brother Xiong very irritable.

For a moment, Brother Xiong really made Zheng Jinxian entangled him.

Guo Wanli and the other five people would not miss this good opportunity. The spiritual energy flowed out their own magic weapons and approached Li Yaowen.
Chapter completed!