A red light soared into the sky, tearing apart the dark night sky, and the murderous aura swept through it like a strong wind.

Zhang Yuntian's face changed. That was the direction of Wanhua Tower. Did he turn against him? But just now, the two top masters entered the group and fought with him, which did not cause such a shocking change. How did Xuanfeng anger him?

Li Qingshan was not angry. What was angry was the Mad Flower Sword Soul. The murderous aura erupted instantly turned Wanhualou into a Shura killing field.

Everyone changed their color in horror and even let out a wail of fear.

Yang Miaozhen could no longer remain calm. There seemed to be thousands of troops roaring and roaring in her mind, and her figure was like leaves falling in the wind, trembling.

Many young men and young men in the building simply climbed under the table, unable to resist this terrifying murderous aura.

Zhang Xuanfeng's face was pale, and he couldn't help but retreat and sat down to the ground.

Li Qingshan held the hilt of the knife in his back hand: "Don't be so excited!" The violent murderous aura was slightly restrained and said to Zhang Xuanfeng: "Little girl, you are not worthy of betting on my knife!"

"Yes, I'm not worthy. I'm going to say goodbye. Sister Yang, take care of yourself." Zhang Xuanfeng jumped up and turned around to escape.

"Stop, you say such unfair words. Do you still want to leave?" Li Qingshan raised his lips: "You don't deserve to bet on the knife, but look, there is a monk here, Master Fuku of Pudu Temple. If you can win him back, he will definitely thank you very much. Come on, buy it, don't buy chopping hands!"

"Yes." Zhang Xuanfeng turned around with a sad face and slowly came to Yang Miaozhen's side.

Abbot Fuku clasped his hands together, "Amitabha. Thank you for your donor Zhang for helping me save me."

"Master, you have to be polite, this is what I should do." Who would have thought of saving you an old monk? Zhang Xuanfeng said again: "Your Majesty, it's better to publish the chessboard to the public so that the people in the city can also see the prince's superb chess skills."

"Are you afraid that I will cheat? OK, whatever you want!"

A moment later, a large chessboard made of cloth was hung outside the building.

With a clang, a black piece fell on the chessboard. Yang Miaozhen took the first step first: "Prince, please! I wonder what the name of the sword behind the prince is?"

"The end of the world." Li Qingshan lost a son.

"The end of the hero, this name is probably a bit unlucky."

Yang Miaozhen glanced at it. This step was completely out of order. Could it be that he really didn't understand the skills of chess, and he pondered for a moment and did his own thing.

"A sword is a weapon, so how can it be auspicious? Since you are a hero, are you afraid of the end?"

Li Qingshan made a random move again and didn't think about it at all.

"Well said it! I don't know who the prince is. What kind of martial arts are he practicing?"

"I'm not practicing martial arts, aren't you the same?"

"The prince saw that I don't like fighting with others. So I don't like martial arts. I practice the Taoist "Taixuan Sutra".

Yang Miaozhen paused her hand slightly, showing a surprised expression. The other party was walking the same path as hers.

She paid a huge price for her cultivation, and she did not take the step to Xuanxu Temple for twenty years, because she had no power to protect herself, and she might not be the opponent of a acquired master in the world.

She never participated in the competitions in the sects, and even didn't want to fight with others. Even if she was ridiculed behind her back, she didn't know how to use it. She believed that she was walking on a brilliant road, and she looked down on those competitive warriors, thinking that they were just a group of wild dogs snatching food.

So she was probably the one who didn't care about Li Qingshan's reputation. At most, she was just a fierce wolf, until this moment...

"You have a good mind and are suitable for practicing."

Li Qingshan looked at her and was almost the fastest to recover under the murderous intent of the Mad Flower Sword Soul, and her mind was very impressive. In fact, when she stepped into the building, she realized that her temperament was different from that of ordinary people, and was closer to a practitioner rather than a warrior.

Although there is no clear boundary between practicing martial arts and practicing, the fundamental purpose is completely different. Practicing martial arts is to defeat the enemy and win, and refining qi is to live long and long-lasting. One is to be brave and ruthless, and the other is to cultivate one's own character.

The latter's path is naturally longer, but in this small world, it is obviously not as practical as the former. If you cannot survive one after another, what about long-lasting vision? If Yang Miaozhen was not from a major sect like Xuanxu Temple, she would not have the qualifications to make such a choice, and she would not even be able to see a decent Qi Refining Method.

He taught Xue Bing "Gui Shui Qi Condensation Jue" because her identity allowed her not to pursue current strength, but instead pursue longer-term development, and have a greater chance to overcome the tribulation and ascension.

"It's just because I'm cold-hearted and weak-hearted." Yang Miaozhen said, this is the evaluation that many people gave her.

"A person with a warm heart is not suitable for practicing. The path of warriors is extremely wonderful, but the path of cultivation is destined to be lonely."

It is rare to meet a practitioner in this small world. Li Qingshan couldn't help but look at him with admiration. With her talent and character, if she was born in Jiuzhou, she would definitely have greater development.

"I didn't believe that you are walking the same way as me, but now I have to believe that... But are you lonely, prince?"

"If I'm not lonely, why bother with the wind and rain, and make the world uneasy."

Li Qingshan said frankly that even if you can do whatever you want, you will be like a prisoner. Even if you are separated from Xiao'an, even if there are millions of people who cheer and worship, you will be lonely.

Yang Miaozhen smiled in surprise, "If I had this ability, I might be like the prince."

"You have this ability, at least it's better than everyone here. The life of this old man is not worth your own bet on it. It just so happened that last night, I also said something similar to another person."

"Is it Miss Xue Bingxue?"

"good."

"Then what are you using to exchange it?"

"Qi Refining Method."

"The Qi Refining...the Dharma Skill is similar to the Taixuan Sutra?"

"You recite the Taixuan Sutra and listen to it."

Yang Miaozhen hesitated and memorized it because in Xuanxu Temple, the "Taixuan Sutra" is not a secret that is not passed down. Outer disciples can also comprehend it at will, but no one is willing to practice it at all.

Li Qingshan listened quietly and found that it was somewhat similar to the "Innate Qi Condensation Jue" he practiced at the beginning, and even worse. At least "Innate Qi Condensation Jue" was simple and straightforward. Knowing what he was, it can only be regarded as an enlightenment tutorial for practitioners. It is not as mysterious as this "Tai Xuan Sutra", and even knowing what kind of a great way to talk about.

"It's difficult and obscure, and it's a lot of nonsense, making things that are originally simple, maybe the author doesn't quite understand!"

He pointed out some of the fallacies casually, and Yang Miaozhen suddenly felt enlightened, with innocent light shining in his eyes. It turned out that there was something wrong with this set of martial arts! If the Master of Xuanxu Temple had not been lying on the side, he might have wanted to change the bet to a set of Qi Refining Techniques.

"If you win, I will give you a set of martial arts, but unfortunately, you have already lost."
Chapter completed!