"Okay, just give me time and place on Sunday. I'll go there myself. There's no need to arrange flights or something. It's too troublesome." Zhao Yu said to everyone.

A large number of congressmen nodded frequently. Now Wu Jianguo finally understood what Zhao Yu said, and you don’t understand my methods yet.

"Sir, the lightning-striking peach wood you are looking for is already on the way to your residence, and it is about half an hour's drive." Gao Yicheng's attitude changed from being polite to a slight respectful one.

Zhao Yu nodded: "Please give me the rest."

Another member of parliament handed a stack of information to Zhao Yu: "Sir, this is the information from Fengqishan recently."

Zhao Yu took the information and nodded: "Thank you, then I'll go back first."

"Sir, walk slowly."

...

It's night.

In Zhao Yu's courtyard, invisible sword energy lingered in love with murderous intent.

Eighty-one flying swords surrounding thunder were suspended in the air, and the thunder glow intersected, and the entire courtyard was as bright as daylight.

Zhao Yu sat upright on the thunder, controlled the surrounding Shen Xi, and formed thunder treasure talismans.

There is a connection between each treasure talisman, which outlines a powerful silhouette.

The method of sacrificing can naturally be understood and mastered with Zhao Yu's vision and insight, although it cannot be considered integrated and integrated.

"Edict!"

Zhao Yu shouted softly, and a huge spiritual power gushed out from his body, turning into a vast spiritual fire, wrapping eighty-one wooden swords inside, burning and tempering.

Among the eighty-one thunder flying swords, the power of thunder was stimulated by spiritual fire, and the entire sword body was as if forged by thunder.

Seeing this, Zhao Yu's seal and seal changes, and the eighty-one thunder treasure talismans flying around suddenly lit up and then sank into the eighty-one flying swords.

roar!

A loud roar resounded, like a thunder blew up the sky.

"Nine Heavens Xuan Sha listens to my orders, and the glorious heavenly power will be guided by sword!"

Zhao Yu recited the ancient mantra in his mouth, and the spiritual energy in his body suddenly evaporates and turns into a misty Taoist sound, blending into the world.

boom!

There was a loud explosion above the dome, and thick dark clouds condensed in just a few breaths, dull and majestic.

A dazzling purple thunder dragon was roaring through the dark clouds, as if it was accumulating momentum.

As time goes by, the world is very depressed, and heavy pressure blooms.

Zhao Yu felt that the time had come, so the seal in his hand dispersed and made a sword finger.

"go!"

Eighty-one flying swords turned into brilliant silver light and rushed into the sky.

The thunder dragons hovering above the dome also roared, and dived down with the might of destroying mountains and shaking the mountains.

boom--

The sound of explosion seemed to resound through the world, shaking through the world, and lasting for a long time.

After a few breaths, the clouds cleared and the moon was bright, leaving only eighty-one flying swords flowing over the sky, and the sword light was dazzling.

The solemn sword intent flows between heaven and earth, and there is also the majesty of heavenly thunder in its sword intent, like the wrath of heaven, which makes people frightened.

In the courtyard, Zhao Yu looked at the sword formation on the sky, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, and the sword formation was formed.

Use the brilliant heavenly power to temper the sharpness of the divine sword. Wherever the sword light passes, there will be blessings of the heavenly power.

Zhao Yu stretched out his hand and the eighty-one thunder magic swords turned into streams of light, flew to Zhao Yu's body, and slowly flowed.

Zhao Yu slapped his chest and sprayed out a mouthful of crystal blood mist, which fell on the swords.

Buzz —

The swords trembled

Suddenly, Zhao Yu felt that there was an inexplicable connection with the eighty-one flying swords around him, and it was very intimate.

Zhao Yu opened his mouth and sucked it, and eighty-one flying swords turned into lightning and was swallowed by Zhao Yu.

"This sword formation is also considered successful, it's called the Thunder Sword Formation." Zhao Yu had no talent for naming it.

This sword formation is considered to be the original formation created by Zhao Yu, but it is just a trace of mystery of the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

In a short period of time, this set of formations was Zhao Yu's main means of defending the enemy.

When will Zhao Yu cultivated the perfect method and formed the array state, he would engrave the Zhuxian Sword Formation in his body, and he would form a sword formation with one person, and transform four swords into four limbs.

Then there is no need to refine any treasures, and it will waste time and energy.

Dongdongdongdongdong-

The gate of the courtyard was knocked on. Zhao Yu swept his spiritual sense and knew who the person was. He flashed in front of the door.

"Uncle Lin, why are you here?" Zhao Yu opened the door and said with a smile.

Uncle Lin looked a little restrained: "Xiaoyu, did you make the movement just now?"

Lin Yanran once told her father that Zhao Yu had the ability to show that aspect, but Uncle Lin didn't think much about it, thinking that he would show people something like Zhao Yu and his grandfather.

Moreover, just now, Uncle Lin watched the lights suddenly fly up from Zhao Yu's courtyard, and then met with the thunder in the sky. He was afraid that something would happen to Zhao Yu, so he came over to take a look.

Zhao Yu said apologetically: "Sorry, Uncle Lin, did you scare you just now?"

"Xiaoyu, are you an immortal method?" Uncle Lin said curiously.

Zhao Yu nodded: "That's right, Uncle Lin, don't stand outside, go and talk in the house."

In the living room, Uncle Lin sat on the sofa with some restraint. Zhao Yu didn't avoid anything. He waved his hand and picked up the teapot with a piece of spiritual power, pouring Uncle Lin a cup of tea.

"Xiaoyu, I grew up watching you, my child. I am an uncle, and I don't know when you will learn the skills of the old man, and I'll also..."

Uncle Lin is a little exhausted and doesn’t know how to describe it.

"Uncle Lin, don't ask too much, don't worry." Zhao Yu smiled.

Uncle Lin sighed and nodded.

"Fengqi Mountain has been closed recently. I have heard about the situation on the mountain. Is there a monster?..."

Zhao Yu had a headache: "Uncle Lin, don't worry, I won't be able to do anything."

Uncle Lin did not answer, but continued: "There have been many strange things recently. Whether it is true or false, we all know in our hearts."

"We ordinary people don't know what happened and dare not inquire about it, but I hope that if something big happens in the future, you can take care of Yanran's child."

"Don't worry, Uncle Lin."

"Okay, kid, please be busy, uncle won't disturb you."

After saying that, Uncle Lin got up and was about to leave, so Zhao Yu naturally wanted to send Uncle Lin out.

After Uncle Lin left, Zhao Yu sighed softly.

Zhao Yu clearly felt the change in Uncle Lin's attitude. When he looked at his eyes, he was not as kind as usual, but instead felt a little more awe.

Zhao Yu could also understand that as his cultivation level grew higher and higher, there would only be fewer and fewer people who could treat him as good as before.

Dingdong!

Han Li joined the group chat.

Lin Dong joined the group chat.

"Han Li, Lin Dong?"

Zhao Yu clicked on the information of the two, and it turned out that he knew the two protagonists.

Han Li, the protagonist of the mortal cultivation legend, has already reached the foundation-building stage, and it seems that he already has a golden finger.
Chapter completed!