boom!

The arrow light rushed straight to the bullfighting, swept through the wind and snow, and then turned into a light spot in the sky.

In the Liuhe Building, Dao Ren Li's eyes were slightly condensed, and surprise flashed in his eyes:

"Dacheng, archery?!"

Among all kinds of martial arts, archery is the least and the most difficult to practice. In the martial arts world, there are few powerful people who dominate archery.

But even the Tianlang Dynasty, which attaches great importance to archers, is only a few who can achieve great success in one archery technique.

Few, but strong!

Such an archer has a deterrent power on the battlefield, which is far from comparable to that of an ordinary master.

In the battle of Liujishan seventy years ago, three martial saints spread across the battlefield, and countless people buried their bodies, which could really kill the most fierce ones.

It is the archer of the Tianlang Dynasty, "Dan Tai Pingjing". According to legend, his "Sun Zhu Arrow" has the lives of more than ten great masters.

Even, he participated in the battle repeatedly, and with a divine bow and a northern eagle, he surrounded the Xuan Armored Elf Cavalry several times!

During the Battle of Liujishan, he was the only one who had met the Xuanjialing Knight and was immortal!

"Yang Yu..."

There was an uproar, and amid the boiling sound, Taoist Li narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes passed through the wind and snow in the sky, and looked to the north.

In a vague way, he smelled an extremely familiar aura.

That's...

"Enjoy Liuxu..."

In the backyard of the royal palace, Yang Yu lowered his long bow, and his heart also rippled. He looked south at Liuhe Building and felt the familiar aura.

The same students are attracted to each other by martial arts.

With this, Taoist Zhenyan even deceived the old woman in the mountain through the residual aura on the human skin roll and sent out the indestructible golden body.

Yang Yu's practice today naturally could not do this, but it was only a few miles apart and the people came without hiding it, so he naturally noticed it.

As soon as he changed his mind, he remembered what he saw when he was refining the "Walking around the Six Voids" and sitting quietly among the iron chains in the mountains.

With his martial arts insights at that time, he still couldn't see the human foundation. Now he thought that the martial arts of the old Taoist were beyond imagination.

I'm afraid, it's not inferior to Li Baihu...

"Brother Yang, have you broken through?"

Qin Si came out of the next room, a little surprised and sad.

Brother Yang climbed up a hundred-foot pole, and he made progress faster than himself...

"Just gaining something is not a big breakthrough."

After putting away the Four Symbol Bow, Yang Yu let out a sip of turbid air, and he felt that the true energy in his body was flowing in agile manner, which was more lively than before.

The breakthrough in archery may be accidental, but the root of it is also his foundation.

In addition to talent, the practice of archery is to practice more.

Compared with ordinary people, through the gluttony cauldron, he hardly needs to care about the consumption of physical strength and true qi among the ingredients.

After ten years of practicing arrows, the arrows shot are not inferior to others for decades of hard practice day and night.

"I don't know when they will 'get a little'..."

The tone of the last four words has a lot worsened, and Qin Si is a little annoyed. Her martial arts talent is really bad.

I still remember when I first met, the blood exchange level between Yang Yu and himself seemed to be, but in just a few years, he had barely broken through to the third level of foundation building.

Brother Yang has already stepped through the five levels of foundation building, and has achieved the qi and blood melting furnace, and has also been forged with hundreds of classics. His true energy is harmonious and he can start to break through the hundreds of orifices.

His strength is even more comparable to that of the top masters.

The huge gap made her feel a little sad when she thought about it. How could she catch up with it...

"Of course there will be such a day, and it won't be too long."

Yang Yu smiled and comforted his girl.

And this is not just a comfort.

Including before, he had already refined the "Five Internal Contemplation" recipe seven times. Although he did not find the ginseng fruit, he had obtained a lot of spiritual energy.

After sitting with the Taoist Taoist in Zhenyan many times, Yang Yu naturally knew that even a great master who could enter the state of unity between man and nature every day.

The spiritual energy that can be absorbed in a year is no more than one hundred strands.

Like the Taoist Yunni, who has a slightly inferior martial arts talent, there are only a dozen or dozens a year.

In other words, the results of his seven refining of the Five Internals and Viewing the recipes are comparable to those of the Yunni Taoist who practiced hard every day for more than 20 years.

And this refers to the great master who can enter the realm of unity between man and nature every day, and is a line between the Martial Saint!

In fact, there are many great masters in this world who may not be able to meet the state of unity between man and nature in more than ten years.

For them, a wisp of spiritual qi may be more than ten years or decades of hard work!

Yang Yu is far from the time to open the entrance, but this spiritual qi will not be wasted at all. With more than a year of warming up, his roots, bones, body, and true qi have made great progress.

The biggest advantage is that he realized that the progress of his own magical powers was not only the "financial body-building" that benefited the most, but also the Tongyou.

The cultivation of Tongyou lies in the fascination of fate, but spiritual qi is the foundation of magical powers.

More importantly, after being nourished by spiritual energy, he finally grasped the progressive veins of Tongyou.

Luck!

Tongyou is the magical power of "slaying life". Only by constantly teasing, changing, and controlling fate can one advance to the level of magical power.

"I will only lie to others."

Qin Si muttered, but didn't care too much.

On the wall of Linyuan, Taoist Zhenyan poked his head out:

"If there is a master who comes uninvited, should you go by yourself or the old master go and walk around all the time?"

"It doesn't take real people to worry about it, I'll just go there for a while."

Yu Yang bowed slightly.

The threat from the court has not really retreated. Emperor Qianheng's attempt to command the imperial army has spread all over the world. Nie Longtian has appeared many times over the past few months, which shows that this rumor is true.

Under such circumstances, he naturally did not want the veteran to worry too much.

“Okay.”

The old Taoist nodded and said nothing.

After comforting Qin Si for a few words, Yang Yu changed his martial uniform, put away his two-edged sword, and kicked the big black dog he wanted to follow back.

Out of the palace alone.

Over the past year, his reputation has become increasingly great, and his every move has been paid attention to. Although he doesn't care, he is unwilling to cause riots in the city.

In the past six months, he often had to change his clothes whenever he went out.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The wind and snow are getting heavier, but there are many pedestrians on the long street, and many people are hoarding charcoal to prevent this winter from growing as long as last year.

Yang Yu walked slowly and did not forget to ask about the prices of the stores. He knew that no one was in stock, so he did not stay too much.

I slowly walked to Liuhe Building.

In the Liuhe Building, there was a lot of heat and all kinds of noisy talk. On the second floor, Dao Ren Li felt something and turned his eyes.

I saw a handsome young man walking slowly. He was not tall or strong, and he had no decorations except for his close-fitting martial arts robe.

He has no aura of martial artists in the world, but he is like a scholar who is well-read in poetry and books.

He sat down straight, which caused two middle-aged Taoists to face each other coldly, but before they could attack, they were called by Taoist Li:

"Why do you dare to be arrogant when you see the Northwest King all the way?"

King of the Northwest?!

Taoist Li's voice was neither high nor low, but the two middle-aged Taoist people were shocked and subconsciously took a few steps back and held the long sword at their waists.

The King of Northwest, of course, is not Zhang Xuanyi.

A year has passed, and the shocking changes in Northwest Road are almost well known. How many people in the world who come and go and don’t know that Northwest Road has changed hands?

Yang Yu did not claim to be king, but the King of Northwest had replaced the beheading knife and became his synonym for the people in the world.

Yang Yu naturally didn't care about the reaction between the two. He took the gourd and poured a glass of wine, but it was the monkey wine he brought with him:

"What do you call the old Taoist priest?"

"The family's surname is Li, and there is no Taoist name. The prince can call him Taoist Li, and the old mao can be used."

Taoist Li grinned.

"The Taoist priest is really good at practicing horizontally, very good at practicing horizontally..."

However, Yang Yu's eyes condensed, slightly moved.

The old Taoist was shriveled and thin, and seemed to fall down when the wind blew. However, with a smile, he could see his white teeth as flat as snow, waiting one by one.

There are actually as many as forty!

This is a symbol of the Great Perfection of Buddhism. What Yang Yu saw in his life, and only the Moon of Dou Buddha Seal that he had seen in the illusion of Wanxiang Mountain.

Afterwards, even Master Xujing, who seemed to be inferior to his horizontal practice, was still full.

And the old Taoist priest in front of him actually had the appearance of being able to achieve success in Buddhism...

"A small method is not worthy of the prince's eyes."

Taoist Li took a deep breath and looked at the wine glass in Yang Yu's hand, his eyelids jumped slightly:

"This wine..."

It was not just Dao Ren Li, but a glass of Monkey Wine, before Yang Yu could enter the mouth, it attracted the attention of all the drinkers on the second floor.

"What kind of wine is this?"

After drinking all the wine in the glass, the palm of your hand turned, the wine gourd had disappeared in everyone's eyes. Yang Yu looked at the old man:

"Tao Ren Li, Taoist Li... In recent decades, there seems to be no such figure as the old Taoist priest in the world.

More than a hundred years ago, there was a firework monk in Lanke Temple who was chased for stealing relics. Later, he changed his name and surname and worshipped him at the Seven Killing Temple..."

"It is said that it is Your Excellency?"

More than a hundred years ago?!

A group of drinkers who were attracted by the Monkey Wine couldn't help but suck in a cold air when they heard this. Even if they realized it later, they realized something was wrong.

The smarter ones had already slipped out of the door.

"More than a hundred years have passed, and I never thought that anyone still remembers the old Taoist..."

Taoist Li sighed long, with memories in his voice, sadness, but also admiration:

"You can tell the foundation of the old Taoist with just one name. No wonder you will be the next Lord of the Seven Killings Palace..."

Hurry ~

When the words were spoken, the second floor suddenly felt an uproar. No matter how brave the person was, he felt his scalp numb and he didn't dare to stay anymore.

Even one or two of them were iron, unable to bear the increasingly heavy and depressing atmosphere, and staggered downstairs.

"oh?"

Yang Yu was shocked but not confused, he did not answer or ask, but just looked at the old guy who was nearly two hundred years old.

"The rules of the Seven Killings Temple are: The strong are respected. Ma Longtu is killed by you. Because he is not as skilled as others, no one will seek you to revenge..."

The old Taoist slowly drank tea, and the afterglow swept over, which made him a little disappointed. The person in front of him was not moved at all. On the contrary, his expression was a little strange.

When looking at people, look at fate first. This is Yang Yu’s habit for many years.

This old Taoist has a strange treasure, but it is obviously not as good as the Heavenly Eye. Not long after, his fate has emerged.

One of them made Yang Yu couldn't help but think that the big black dog who should have fun in the mansion at this moment...

【Huafa premature birth】
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