Openly and secretly, many eyes were paying attention to Ai Hui's retreat, but no one noticed that the sand puppet following Ai Hui disappeared.

Even Gong Yaoyao, who loved Loulan very much, was attracted by the news of the death of the Great Elder, and she was not in the mood to come to play with Loulan.

A rustling sound suddenly sounded in the grass in an uninhabited corner of Qingshui City.

After a moment, a faint and cheerful voice rang among the grass.

“There is no one on the left side of the alley.”

“No one on the right side of the alley.”

After a while, several mini small Loulans, about the size of a finger, emerged from the grass.

"Loulan goes to the roof and keep watch!"

"Loulan goes to the entrance of the alley to keep watch!"

"Loulan looks to the left."

"Loulan looks to the right."

A few mini Loulans said one by one, then turned around and ran away. One jumped to the roof and hid in the gap between the tiles. Two ran to the corner of the alley entrance, one looked at the left and the other looked at the right.

"Loulan is here!"

"Loulan is here!"

...

Cheerful shouts were endless, and mini Loulans emerged from the grass one after another. They rushed towards each other with great joy, and the mini bodies merged and grew stronger, and eventually turned into a large Loulan.

Loulan, who had returned to its original appearance, his eyes began to flash constantly. He was processing the information conveyed by every mini Loulan. After a while, Loulan said to himself: "There is no such area. The next area, Loulan, set off!"

Loulan did not use a clever method, but a stupid method.

He divided the entire Qingshui City into several areas. Every time he arrived at a zone, it was scattered into a large number of mini Loulans and spread them into this area like sand. Mini Loulan could remember the content of the chat and the appearance of people he heard. The information obtained by each mini Loulan was finally summarized together.

With such a huge amount of information, ordinary sand puppets have long been bursting. However, Loulan's sand core [Midnight] can handle information of such a scale without any effort.

If there is a suspicious target, Loulan will arrange a mini Loulan to wait. No one will care about the corner of his room, the cracks of bricks, the dark bed, the beams above his head, etc., a ray of yellow sand will be added to the corner of his room, the cracks of bricks, the dark bed, the beams above his head, etc.

Never had such a sand puppet.

In general people's perception, the ability of the sand puppet is proportional to their size. The larger the size, the stronger the combat power is, such as the Sand Master. Because the larger the size, the larger the sand core can be made.

Sand puppets are not suitable for whistle-snooping. They are not fast enough, not smart enough, and not good at disguising. When Sand puppets were first invented, everyone was often fooled. But now, if there is a large pool of sand on the ground, everyone will be very alert.

So now no one uses sand puppets as a whistleblower, unless there is really no teammate’s earth cultivation.

Loulan's method relies entirely on [Midnight]'s extremely powerful performance, which is not clever but very effective.

Qingshui City is not large, which is also an important reason. If a big city like Yincheng, Loulan wants to use this method, it will take at least ten days and half a month to investigate it.

When I came to Loulan in the new area, I used the same trick again.

This time, Loulan discovered something.

The underground quiet room of the city lord's mansion was built by Qiao Meiqi for a lot of money. Not only did it isolate the sounds from the outside world, but it was strengthened by Master Tu Yuan, as solid as steel, and no matter how hard it is inside, it will not destroy the quiet room.

At this moment, the quiet room was full of banging sounds.

Ai Hui was red all over, his blood was surging, and the heat was steaming above his head, and his whole body seemed to have just been taken out of the stove.

He carried the Leng Yu Little Blade and walked around the quiet room with barefoot, waved the Leng Yu Little Blade in his hand from time to time. Sword lights took off the sword and flew out on the wall of the quiet room. The wall strengthened by Master Tu Yuan was attacked and kept appearing.

The energy in Ai Hui's whole body was like boiling magma, and they were out of control.

[Red Dust] It was still too forced for Ai Hui. Han Li's judgment was not wrong. It was impossible to crack under his Yin-Yang Fish Sword Formation Master.

Ai Hui's move [Red Dust] is actually a master-level sword move. Ai Hui has never used it since his conception. This is his first use.

Ai Hui's judgment was also very accurate. When he saw Han Li's Yin-Yang Fish Sword Formation, he knew that ordinary moves were invalid, and the only thing that could be effective was [Red Dust].

However, before entering the master's realm, he used master-level sword moves, so how could it be without a price?

Now Ai Hui's body is in a disordered and boiling Yuan power, and he is barely exerting the consequences of [Red Dust]. If he cannot calm the Yuan power, the five palaces and eight palaces will be damaged by the out-of-control Yuan power, which will cause the realm to regress.

But how can we calm down the energy in our body?

Ai Hui tried to operate the Zhoutian, but it was useless.

He tried to exhaust the Yuanli again, but it was still ineffective. The newly reborn Yuanli was still in a state of chaos and boiling and could not calm down.

what to do?

Ai Hui gasped while running rapidly in his brain.

He suddenly thought that a note he had read was a note left by a senior from the Patriarch Association's Classic Academy. In order to find Senior Xiao's note, Ai Hui read almost all the books on the floor of the Classic Academy. He was helpless at that time, but he also saw many strange contents, various absurd ideas and creativity, various rare treasures, various strange situations, etc.

Ai Hui just regarded it as a story, just like the sword scripture he left behind when he saw the era of cultivation.

What he suddenly remembered was the situation described by a senior in his notes, which was exactly the same as his current situation.

How did that senior solve it later?

Ai Hui racked his brains and wanted to knock his head open. But at that time he just used it as an interesting talk and swept it away. But at this moment, it was like the last straw. Ai Hui was afraid that he would miss the flash of inspiration and frowned and thought hard.

After long recollection, Ai Hui finally recalled the general content of the note.

The situation that happened to that senior was indeed exactly the same as that of him. The reason why he could remember it so clearly was that the other party’s description was very detailed. The senior did not say how to solve it, but just said that he encountered this situation on the eve of his breakthrough master.

Wait, the eve of the Breakthrough Master?

Ai Hui was shocked. Could it be that he was about to break through?

Thinking of this, the restless heart immediately became much quieter, and Ai Hui felt that his body, which was about to burn, became cooler.

Ai Hui, who was a little calmer, turned his mind faster.

What if this is the precursor to a breakthrough? What should I do?

There are two conditions to become a master. One is the realm of Yuanli, and the other is to create your own unique skills. Is the realm of Yuanli enough to create your own unique skills?

Suddenly, Ai Hui felt that his understanding of the master seemed to be somewhat deviant.

The focus of the second condition may not be "unique knowledge", but "one's own".

Ai Hui was stunned for a moment.

It's your own...

He found that he had never thought about this problem. He thought of Han Li. Han Li's choice was clear at a glance. He chose the path of "Yin and Yang". Ai Hui thought it was quite good. Yin and Yang seemed simple, but in fact it was unpredictable and had endless changes.

What is your own path?

Ai Hui fell into thinking and completely forgot about his physical discomfort.

Until now, he has seen many unique skills, and the same is true for swordsmanship. He remembered the ambitious sword scripture of the leader of Kunlun, which is all-encompassing. Ai Hui thought about it one by one, but he became even more confused.

No matter which power, as long as you have a deep attainment, it will be extremely powerful. Every power is so tempting.

He now understands a little. The most important thing to be a master is to find his own path. This world is too big, and there are endless types of power, and human energy is limited. If you want to master the true meaning of power, you must give up. Only by being serious can you go further.

Which one should I choose?

Ai Hui became quiet at this time. He knew that the next choice would have a profound impact on his future.

This is an important choice.

Ai Hui began to recall why he wanted to be Yuan Xiu. His idea was very simple at that time. He just wanted to survive. In the three years of the wilderness, Yuan Xiu's survival rate in the team was many times higher than that of Kuli.

He was in a daze, just thinking about surviving, it would be great if he could survive.

Until I met my master's wife and senior sister.

Sunlight begins to appear in the dark life.

It was not that after the Jian Xiu Taoist Temple went bankrupt, he was wandering alone in the streets, scattering mottled and pale sunshine scattered from the cracks of the house. Instead, in the quiet morning of the Songjian City, among the curling smoke, the sleepy eyes of the man in front of the door were blown by the breeze through the warm and bright sunshine.

Tick.

In the dark and unlit quiet room, the sound of water droplets splashing in the silence.

The face with closed eyes and tears flowed freely across the cold and hard cheeks, flowing silently.

He has found the answer.

The faded picture appears before your eyes.

A long street that is not very wide is like a tide of bloody beasts trampling on the ground, like a bloody torrent. A young man holding a sword is nailed in the center of the street like a reef, and is still motionless.

The sharp and cold sword kept cutting the world in front of him, and the gushing blood and the broken limbs of blood beasts were storming and flying in the picture.

The strong and pungent smell of blood seemed to pass through the distant out of control and came from the depths of memory.

The picture becomes blurry and the sword becomes heavier and heavier.

There is only a blurry sky, and countless silver lights descend from the sky, illuminating the dim world of killing.

The blood beast was limp on the ground, panicked, and the unstoppable blood torrent turned into red soft mud. The faint cheers were like a mountain collapse and a tsunami. It was obviously so unreal, but it was so at ease.

The darkness in front of me was so quiet that I could hear my heartbeat.

...

"Do you know what you call from outside?"

"What do you call me?"

"Thunder Sword! It fell from the sky with so many lightning, scaring everyone. Your big lightning made all the blood beasts lose resistance, and the city lord and others took advantage of the opportunity to block the city gate."

"Thunder Swordsman..."

...

"Ah Hui, the blood beast fears the breath of thunder."

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Chapter completed!