The first cause of all realms

Chapter 384 Four Steps of a Martial Saint, Ten Grades of Divine Art! (Second more)

Huhu~
In the wind and rain, Yang Jue stood on the back of an eagle, and the wisps of lightning collided with the Unbeaten Tiangang, sometimes bursting out a ball of sparks.

The black dog huddled under his feet, and the goshawk's feathers stood on end. Both the dog and the eagle were frightened by the mighty power of the world, and he was also moved in his heart.

He said to himself:
"Wind, rain, thunder, and heaven's will..."

For ordinary people, any one of the best martial arts will have to spend decades or even a lifetime to comprehend it if they want to achieve the Great Perfection.

He has the cauldron of gluttony, he can touch and feel the spirit of the predecessors through the ingredients, which is more than ten times more advantageous than ordinary people?
But even so, some things cannot be accomplished overnight.

Especially after reaching the seventh rank.

The arrows of the four images of God's will have twelve styles in total: spring, autumn, winter, summer, wind, rain, thunder, electricity, birth, old age, sickness, and death.

And after Dacheng, everything will be unified.

But when he practiced to the seventh level, he only practiced one or two of them to great success, and the rest of the ten styles are still at the stage of 'knowledge'.

But at this moment, feeling the mighty power of the heaven and earth at a close distance, he faintly touched the opportunity for the great success of 'rain', 'thunder', and 'electricity'.

As well as 'wind', 'rain', 'thunder', and 'electricity' four-in-one 'Xiao Vientiane', which is the context of the eighth product.

And if you want to practice this archery to the ninth level, you must practice all twelve postures to achieve great success, and comprehend "all phenomena return to one".

Because of the difficulty in practicing high-level martial arts, there is a big gap between each rank, and often master-level martial arts masters may not be able to master a ninth-grade high-level martial arts.

And in the legend, such as the unbeaten Tiangang's magical skills, and the "tenth rank" that must be achieved to become a martial saint, then, it is a mighty power comparable to supernatural powers, right?

Feeling the breath of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, he has comprehension in his heart, traveling around the world, and also has transformation, which is a symbol of realizing the spirit of other heavens and earth.

However, this is actually not a coincidence, all the way north, whenever he sees wind and rain, he will drive the eagle up. At first, he avoids the Longyuan Guard Yunying who is chasing him.

Later, seeing the benefits, he faced up to the difficulties repeatedly.

This is extremely dangerous for ordinary people. The power of heaven and earth cannot be resisted by manpower. Even the physique of a master-level warrior can never retreat if he is struck by lightning.

But his five senses are as sharp as a great master's. With his mind and eyes, he has a bit of the legendary martial sage's instinct of "aware of the autumn wind before the cicada moves" and "avoiding the danger".

Of course, no matter how many times they went through, under the might of the sky, the dog and the eagle still couldn't get rid of their fear.

"The power of the mysterious stone, electromagnetic..."

Yang Jue slowly opened his palm, strands of electric light jumped and flickered in the shroud of Gang Qi, and sometimes made a sharp sound like a frightened bird.

This is another gain.

call

For a moment, he felt something in his heart, overlooking the city towering above the ground:
"Qingzhou City!"

Rumble!
The billowing thunder is approaching from far away, and the raindrops in a line slap the city walls.

"What a storm..."

Yuan Fei set up the pergola with his hands, slightly sighing and turbulent.

He was the focus of everyone's attention, and his actions naturally attracted all the warriors watching. Countless people looked up to the sky and exclaimed.

I saw thunder and lightning under the dense dark clouds, and goshawks shuttled among them, moving with the wind and rain, sometimes rising and sometimes setting, it was shocking to watch.

Not many people could see who was on the goshawk's back, but everyone could see the figure surrounded by golden light.

In such a storm, how could anyone dare to shuttle through it?

Not afraid of lightning? !

"That is……"

Wang Laodao was also taken aback.

Escorting Xiao Shizi to escape from the mansion, he tried his best to contact the two generals of Yunbai Erzhou, and fled to Qingzhou after fighting, but it was already the limit.

A master-level martial artist has never opened the entrance and cannot lock his soul from thousands of miles away, but his perception is also amazingly strong, and he cannot avoid it unless he is in a densely populated place.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Fei also came to the door. He was already desperate and determined to fight to the death to protect his loyalty, but at this moment, seeing the goshawk flying in the wind and rain, a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.

"Who is this person?!"

There was an uproar in the city of Qingzhou, whether it was Lin Bai, Qilian Qixiong and others, or the people in the martial arts with ulterior motives, or everyone including Zhang Longfu, they were all shocked.

Only Yuan Fei's eyes were like lightning, he saw and recognized the person on the eagle's back.

It's him?

Boo!
In the fine raindrops, it seemed that it finally left the dark clouds intertwined with thunder and lightning, and the goshawks chirped high-pitched and joyful.

"Yemo, Yuan Fei?"

Yang Jue's perception was so keen that even the misty heavy rain could not obscure his sight, and he recognized the black-clothed swordsman standing in the long street.

This person is also ranked among the nine great masters of Longyuan City, and ranks higher than the Great Sword Master Canghai, and is one of the few ruthless people who has a record of killing masters.

Looking from a distance, in his senses, he is like a sharp knife, one inch out of the sheath is enough to cut through the wind and rain, and his breath is extremely condensed.

"Fun, interesting."

Even the wind and rain could not blow away Yuan Fei's calm voice, he looked at the goshawk flying from the sky with great interest, slightly surprised:

"Clearly, it's only at the level of a condensing furnace, but it can kill Cang Hai, and it makes me feel a little warning sign in my heart. It's amazing, it's amazing!"

The level of martial arts is not insurmountable, and the level of exchange of blood does not mean the level of martial arts. It is not uncommon for the weak to win the strong in the martial arts, but this usually stops before the real one.

It rarely happens to martial artists at the master level, because those who can become masters are the best among their peers with their natural understanding and basic martial arts.

It is extremely rare, even unimaginable, to kill a master who has melted and cast a hundred scriptures without being as good as a melting pot.

Just like the murderous Qilian man he shot to death, it was hard for him to imagine what kind of means this person had to have in order to fight him.

Kill Cang Hai? !
Hearing what Yuan Fei confides, all warriors inside and outside the long street were shocked, and those well-informed already guessed the identity of the person who came.

"Beheading knife Yang prison?!"

Someone exclaimed, and was immediately swept away by lightning-like eyes, the sound stopped abruptly, and he lowered his head in panic.

"Yang Prison?!"

Under the eaves of the Chunfeng Building, Lin Bai suddenly clenched the long sword in his palm, his pupils shrank violently, and extremely complicated emotions surged in his heart.

This name is more than familiar to him?
In the past two years, he had heard this name gnashed his teeth many times, and it was like thunder.

But no matter how much he hated him, he had to admit that this person's talent in martial arts was probably comparable to that of Chu Tianyi, the most brilliant contemporary of the Four Families, and even in a hundred years.

What's more, it's even worse!

call!
The goshawk fluttered its wings, and Yang Jue fell in the rain. He looked at Yuan Fei from across the long street, and before he could speak, a figure suddenly jumped over, accompanied by a voice full of surprise:
"Brother-in-law!"

"??"

The streets are quiet.

Everyone inside and outside the long street was stunned. With the shocking changes in Longyuan Road, Yang Jue's name became famous again, and not a few knew that Princess Longyuan intended to recruit him as her son-in-law.

only……

Looking at 'Zhang Longfu' who was guarded by Wang Laodao behind him, and looking at the young man who fell into the mud by the shock of the real gang, many people failed to react.

"The incarnation of Fu Shui Guan?"

Yuan Fei raised his eyebrows, and sneered: "What an old man, he almost deceived me too!"

The grand master observes people, understands their spirit, and senses their meaning. Ninety-nine out of ten methods of disguise and disguise in this world are useless. There are only a few methods in this world that can deceive him.

This incarnation talisman is one of them. It is said that it can change the breath and spirit, which is enough to deceive the great masters and even martial saints.

It's just that there is only Taoist Yunni who can draw this talisman in Fushui Temple...

Not to mention Yuan Fei, Yang Yu himself was also a little surprised. With his current perception, if this kid hadn't jumped out on his own initiative, he wouldn't have been able to notice the strangeness.

"Sir!"

Wang Laodao gritted his teeth.

He really didn't expect Xiao Shizi to jump out suddenly, and he was a little flustered for a while.

Of course he has heard of the name of Yang Prison, but the person in front of him is Yemo Yuan Fei, a master who has a record of killing grandmasters!

Moreover, today is different from the past, who knows if this person has other plans?
He felt aggrieved, but he had no choice but to approach with a group of guards.

"Brother-in-law, it's me, Long Fu, Long Fu!"

Being knocked back by the stellar qi, Zhang Longfu didn't care about it and wiped his face with excitement.

From the proud son of heaven, whom everyone supports, to the down-and-out son who everyone hunts down, the changes in the past few months have been so great that he almost collapsed.

Seeing his relatives at this time, his heartstrings that had been tensed for many days relaxed, and he almost shed tears. If he hadn't still had a little scruples about his face, he would have hugged his thighs and cried loudly.

"...and wait."

Yang Jue frowned secretly.

Although Yu Fengxian is also spoiled by others, but in the end her heart is firm and upright, just like this kid, reckless and crying.

Still full of fat and powder?

When he fled, he was still full of fat and powder. Is this marinated?
"Brother-in-law, be careful, this traitor's martial arts are very powerful. Grandma has said that he is expected to become a great master in 30 years..."

Wang Daoren pulled Zhang Longfu away who was still talking, and he was careful.

On the other side, Yuan Fei also spoke:

"Cang Hai, how did you die?"

The fine raindrops turned into hazy mist and fluttered in front of the two of them, and Yang Jue looked calm:
"Is it important?"

"It's not very important."

Yuan Fei showed a slight smile: "That idiot doesn't follow the orthodox way of swordsmanship, but learns the hundred-step flying sword. I persuaded him not to listen, and it's not very surprising that this day will come."

Yang prison was noncommittal.

"In the past hundred years in Qingzhou, there are probably only one or two people who can compare with you."

There was a touch of appreciation on Yuan Fei's face, which immediately turned into indifference:

"Unfortunately, you are a supernatural being. In this life, what I hate the most is supernatural beings like you, who can ascend to the sky in one step just because you are lucky enough to get the Dao fruit and recognize the master..."

"It's a coincidence."

Yang Yue narrowed his eyes:

"I also hate old guys like you, who rely on the old to sell the old."

　It's the second watch, I don't have a nap, I will go to my mother-in-law's house to pay New Year's greetings, and try to come to the third watch at night.

　
(End of this chapter)