"Yang Yu!!!"

Behind him, a roar came, and Li Dao Ren was furious.

On the long street, Yang Yu shook his head slightly, but he didn't care much, just glanced at the white light that appeared in the purple gold gourd.

I have a clear understanding in my heart:

"Sure enough, there are also differences in the fate of a person. The more he fits his fate, the more difficult it is to shake it. On the contrary, it will be much easier..."

Unlike martial arts with guidance from predecessors and the cultivation of supernatural powers, Yang Yu could not find any scriptures because the cultivation of any supernatural powers was different.

Therefore, over the years, Yang Yu has been groping alone.

To strengthen the gold body, you need to cultivate the power of earth and stone absorbed to an extremely high level. If you have to constantly fight with others, you must continue to fight with others.

To be connected, you need to keep contact, change, and control more fate.

"I don't know if it will succeed..."

Yang Yu was looking forward to his thoughts.

As the tide rises, the sky is approaching, and more and more Taoist fruits are born, so the reason why the masters of magical powers are still rare.

However, it is because the front threshold for Taoist sect to recognize the master is extremely difficult to meet...

If the fate changes this time, the big black dog can really recognize the master of the "White-Haired God Dog" Taoist fruit. This is not just as simple as he has an extra "demon dog".

It also means that he can create the Lord of Supernatural Powers in batches in the future!

Huh ~

Some slight air scattered, and the scenery followed. Looking at Liuhe Tower, his expression was solemn:

"This breath..."

"This person is Taoist Li, the Seven Killing God Palace. He is not long after his life. He also asks me for it, so I don't need to pay attention to it for the time being."

Yu Yang calmed down.

Dao Ren Li’s martial arts skills are not as good as Li Baihu. However, he has no magical powers and rarely fights with others. When he fights, he does not pose much threat to him.

"Dao Ren Li..."

Yu Jing frowned slightly and thought for a while before he remembered that there seemed to be such a person in the world. However, this old guy became famous more than 120 years ago.

Still alive?!

"This person is proficient in Buddhist practice and has an incredible light skills. He has almost never fought with anyone, so he has a long life..."

Yu Yang explained.

Blood-transformed warriors may not have a longer lifespan than ordinary people, and in a sense, they are even shorter than ordinary people.

The human body is a consumable. As long as you are alive, it will be damaged at all times, let alone the vigorous practice of martial arts for decades.

Even with various elixirs tonic, there are only a few who live over 200 throughout the ages.

And most of them are masters of the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism.

These Taoist sects are of great power and Buddhist priests. They live in the deep mountains, practice quietly, and rarely fight with others, so they naturally live a long life.

As for ordinary people...

Even if you can resist natural disasters, man-made disasters, and all kinds of diseases, you will inevitably be bound by trivial matters of family matters, and your hard work will make you look short of your life.

"Three old monsters of Jiazi..."

Yu Jing was still a little afraid.

The Qi and Blood Furnace is a major martial arts barrier. Before this barrier, even if you have extraordinary talents, the Qi and Blood will decrease with your age. One hundred percent of the furnace will be stable.

Therefore, even if a great master who has lived for three Jiazi is average, his long-term accumulation cannot be underestimated.

Not to mention those who have become great masters, how many of them have mediocre qualifications?

"If he lives for a long time, he will not be able to fight. If he causes trouble, he will have to deal with it. Just in time, after a year of rest, his muscles and bones are itchy..."

Yu Guang glanced at Liuhe Building, and Yang Yu slowly walked away from the long street.

Yu Jing frowned slightly, but also followed and reported to him the major events that had happened in Northwest Road these days.

In the past year, Northwest Road has been surging.

Not only the local martial arts sects that closed the mountains and avoided wars, but also the masters of the nearby Daozhou also flocked to it, and even the Tianlang, the masters of the Dali Dynasty appeared.

With so many masters gathering, even if there is no cause, conflicts are likely to break out, let alone Tai Sui is ahead?

So much so that in the past year, there were much more masters who died in Northwest Road than in the past decade.

There is even a great master who died in a deserted mountain.

"That old demon is probably hiding evil intentions. If the rumors are as rumored that a piece of minced meat in Tai Sui is comparable to a top-notch spiritual pill, this news will never be spread."

Yu Jing's expression was solemn:

"The day before yesterday, the great elder of the Diancang Sword Sect died in the deserts of Lizhou. He was the second great master who died since last year..."

Speaking of this, his expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but look at Yu Yang:

"Rumor to the world, he died under the 'Bully Fist'..."

"Diet from the bully?"

Yang Yu was stunned and noticed that his eyes were wrong:

"what else?"

"He was beaten to death by heavy techniques, and his head was pressed into his chest..."

Yu Jing looked strange.

If he hadn't known that Yang Yu had never left within a hundred miles of Northwest Dao City in a year, he almost thought that the one in front of him would be the one who had taken action.

There are only a few great masters in this world who are good at dominating fist.

Moreover, the person in front of him has had similar methods...

After Yang Yu was amused, he was a little amused:

"You don't suspect that it was my attack, do you?"

"Similar rumors are rampant."

Yu Jing waved his hand, of course he would not doubt Yang Yu, but:

"I suspect that the continuous battles over the past year are related to the old monster of Black Mountain! In recent years, there have been severe disasters outside the Great Wall. It is said that millions of people have frozen to death after the cold winter last year!"

"They are likely to be in the border!"

The battles between countries are far more than on the battlefield. In fact, the various wars between countries have also killed and injured masters in their territory.

"That old demon must have a different purpose..."

Yang Yu nodded, about to speak, but suddenly his heart was shocked and the sky eyes urged him.

Buzz ~

In an instant, Yang Yu's eyes penetrated the long street, wind and snow, city walls, human bodies...

Under the eyes of heaven, nothing can escape and cannot be stopped.

Hundred feet, ten miles, hundreds of miles...

In a flash, Yang Yu had already seen a hundred miles away.

I saw a man riding a horse in the wind and snow all over the sky, his speed was extremely fast and his expression was anxious.

And this person is,

"Zhao Kun?"

Yu Yang frowned slightly.

The day after confirming that Taoist Zhenyan was fine, Taoist Lin took Zhao Kun away. There was no news for more than a year...

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The cold wind is sweeping, the heavy snow is flying, and the harsh winter is vividly displayed than when the horse is galloping.

Hou Yang's long hair was frozen by the cold, but cold sweat kept oozing from Zhao Kun's forehead and back.

"Uncle Master..."

Zhao Kun gritted his teeth tightly. He rode his horse with one hand and covered his chest tightly with one hand and kept squirming, like a living thing.
To be continued...