"What a masochistic martial arts."

Just sensing this spiritual dragon, Li Yuan felt pain all over his body. As the name of the Ten Thousand Blade Spiritual Dragon suggests, its cultivation process requires ten thousand blades to penetrate the body.

Pay attention to individuality, and only when your body is penetrated by thousands of swords can you shed your body and transform into a dragon.

"I don't even know what ointments, medicated oils, and elixirs for internal and external use are included in this Hengqian training..."

Li Yuan rubbed his temples. He had been practicing this skill for a long time. This was the reason why he had not started yet.

Practicing horizontally is hard work, but practicing hard work without proper rules will also kill people.

"However, even if I don't practice, it won't stop me from transforming into the dragon-shaped root bone and the thirteen forms of the spiritual dragon."

Li Yuan closed his eyes. He had to sense this volume of body diagram for a while every day to prepare for this unique skill.

"Gaoliu County has at least seven copies of the Basic Diagram of Lower Vehicles. Counting the three I have with me, it won't be a problem to make up the Ten Forms. Moreover, the Mang Niu Kung Fu, Harrier Step, Eagle Claw Grasp Hand, and White Deer Leap Kung Fu are not even close to the Great Perfection. Far."

Li Yuan was doing two things, thinking and planning his own practice.

At present, he has not fallen into the dilemma of having no skills to practice, but as his shape-shifting deepens, he changes his bones faster and faster.

Even ten volumes of basic diagrams are not enough for him to need for a year. He still needs to be distracted by martial arts such as the six-shaped hammer.

"The talent is so great, but I also have some worries..."

Li Yuan squinted his eyes. Before going to sleep, he entered the mysterious realm of Xuanbing again.

The second time he entered the mountain, there were only 2,000 steps, and he had already reached the last 300 steps, but it was really difficult to walk up these 300 steps.

"These last six are all heavyweights..."

Slowly raising his head, Li Yuan's mouth twitched as he looked at the last six figures transformed by zhenqi on the three hundred steps.

Even if they are the same shape-shifters, the difference between them is really huge.

These few were famous masters from thousands of years ago, and among them there was even the founder of Yunshu Tower.

and……

Looking at the figure with the ghost mask among them, Li Yuan's eyelids were twitching. This look, this aura, the same wind and thunder Ruyi pestle:

"You also said you are not Han Chuijun?"

…

…

Wow!

The tide is rolling, and the Pingjiang Grand Canal runs through two routes of six states and twenty-one prefectures, and enters the sea through the Hengshan estuary.

Between the mountains, the tide surges.

Outside the entrance to the sea and beyond the mountains, there is a huge city.

This city is adjacent to the waves and mountains. On one side is a plain that stretches for thousands, and on the other side is a mountain that stretches for tens of thousands.

Hengshan Daocheng has been located here for more than three thousand years and has been expanded dozens of times. It has become a giant city that can accommodate a population of nearly 10 million.

It lies between the mountains and the sea, where waterways from all directions meet, handling countless people every day.

To the north and against the mountain is the Longhu Temple.

Woo~

There was silence in the Longhu Temple at night. It was not yet dark, but some disciples had already woken up from their sleep.

Either alone or in groups, they took out their horses from the stables, stood up, and shuttled between the temple buildings, lighting lamps and incense.

Longhu Temple is a temple but not a temple. There are hundreds of temples in it, but they do not worship the many gods enshrined by the Universiade court, but worship the ancestors of the past dynasties.

Because it has been passed down for so long, the palace complex has expanded, and hundreds of disciples light lamps and incense every day.

And because the place is too big, you need to ride a galloping horse.

"call!"

"suck!"

At the Longhu Temple, on the Qi Sensing Platform, there are already disciples dancing in the night, some sitting cross-legged and meditating, some wielding swords and sticks, and the sound of strong wind breathing can be heard endlessly.

Longhu Temple pays attention to the integration of monks and Taoists. There are many monks and Taoists in the sect. Although they are in the same place, they seem to be distinct from each other.

Only a few people are not included in this list.

"Uncle Master, there is a message from the eagle, saying that he is your old friend!"

At this time, a disciple came quickly.

Whoosh!

The air sensing platform seemed to suddenly light up in the night.

"A letter from an old friend?"

A young monk wearing a wide robe opened his eyes with a clear gaze.

His skin is as crystal clear as jade, his complexion is rosy, his teeth are white, and there is no hair on his head, which is shiny.

The old man who came quickly twitched his face and lowered his head:

"Yes, great uncle."

"It's rare to see old friends who are poor."

Long Xixiang touched the back of Guang Waliang's head and stood up slowly.

In Longhu Temple, all incoming letters, no matter who writes them or sends them, must be checked first and then distributed to each church and individual.

"Master-uncle..."

"Uncle Long."

"Uncle Master..."

Long Xixiang is not young and has a high seniority. Wherever he passes, no matter whether he is a monk or a Taoist, he bows down and salutes.

Soon, he had seen the letter.

"My brother Xi Xiang greets me personally, and my younger brother Wang Wenyuan pays homage to him."

"Wang Wenyuan?"

Long Xixiang touched his chin: "Well, it's him."

He opened the letter, looked at the familiar tone, and couldn't help but recall the old memories of his visit to the imperial capital many years ago...

That time, he was seriously injured. If it hadn't been for his senior brother Long Yingchan to save him, the grass on his grave would have been several feet taller.

Well, this old boy helped more or less.

"."

After seeing the last sentence, Long Xixiang came back to his senses: "Recommend a disciple to me..."

He frowned slightly, turned it back and read it again. How could this eloquent thousand-word reminiscing about the past?

It's clearly a threat...

"Old guy, how dare you threaten me?"

Long Xixiang's eyes flickered, and he suddenly glanced at the old man waiting on the side: "Who is your master?"

"Back to my great uncle, my master Gong Jiuchuan..."

The old man's face twitched: "Disciple Zhou Shengfu."

"Oh, Xiaomiya's disciple."

Long Xixiang nodded: "Did Xiaogong go to Zhelong Mansion?"

"Back to my uncle, master, he went to Zhelong Mansion because the Sea-Splitting Black Whale Hammer was suspected to be born..."

Zhou Shengfu hurriedly recounted the major and minor events before and after the birth of the Sea-Splitting Black Whale Hammer.

He knew that although this great uncle had practiced martial arts to such an advanced level that he could rejuvenate his youth, his memory was extremely poor.

"Oh, Sea Splitting Black Whale Hammer?"

Long Xixiang nodded and asked, "Who is your master?"

"..."

Zhou Shengfu gave a wry smile and hurriedly replied again, trying to impress him even more before he forgot.

At his reminder, Long Xixiang came to his senses and said, "Well, mail this letter to your master and let him take a look."

"yes!"

Zhou Shengfu felt relieved and hurriedly turned around to pass on his uncle's instructions. After a while, golden-feathered eagles flew through the air.

Long Xixiang took one look and left with satisfaction. After walking a few steps, he turned back and said, "By the way, who is your master..."

"..."
Chapter completed!