Cultivation Strategies Facial Paralyzed Junior Brother

Tan Yunwei turned around and asked Han Bian, "Do you know how to get in?"

Han Bian said in surprise, "I...I don't know!"

Qin Yunwei: "Are you sure?"

Hearing his bad tone, Han Bian didn't dare to say any more. He turned his head and looked at the Luofu Magic Formation in front of him for a moment, and suddenly laughed silly: "You're kidding me again. This is just a small mountain of steamed stuffed buns and a few small roads. Magic circle?"

Tan Yunwei said: "Then you go and have a look."

Han Bian stepped into the Luofu Magic Array without hesitation, and Piao Piao in Tsing Yi walked seven or eight feet away in an instant. Tan Yunwei stared at his steps, and followed him step by step.

There were clusters of flowers and trees around him, and the fog was chaotic. When Han Bian approached, the thick fog receded to both sides, and all kinds of vines also retreated. A path appeared under the feet, and the cracks on the road surface were clearly visible.Han Bian is bold, bold and light in his steps, and within a cup of tea, the Lianfeng Pavilion stands in front of his eyes.

This pavilion is composed of four three-story pavilions, which respectively store ritual instruments, classics, spiritual stones and various rare treasures.The surrounding corridors are surrounded by clusters of buildings, with layers of cornices and corners.The whole building is shrouded in light blue prohibition.

Tan Yunwei should have been ecstatic, but at this moment he became suspicious, and suddenly grabbed Han Bian's wrist, squinted at him, and said in a serious tone, "How did you get in here?" Everything went so smoothly that he repeatedly After suffering a setback, I'm afraid this is another trap.

Han Bian was startled, and said in a trembling voice, "I just use my feet... Junior brother, my hands hurt, so you should relax a bit, what are you going to do?"

His face was distorted from the pain and tears were streaming down his face. Tan Yunwei regained his senses slightly, loosened his hands, seemed a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, it seems that fellow Taoist's words make sense, you are indeed my nobleman." Pulling him Go around to a secluded place behind one of the pavilions and take out the sky-peeping mirror.The sky-peeping mirror can be long or short, thick or thin, and one end can even be pointed into a cone shape. Tan Yunwei walked around to the back of the room and used his magic power to insert it directly into the barrier and the wall, and then twisted the tail to open it.Twist it again, it becomes the size of a bronze mirror, and you can clearly see the inside of Lianfeng Pavilion.

Han Bian also squeezed over to take a look, Tan Yunwei gave up a little space, suddenly made a silent gesture, and pointed to the middle of the pavilion, it turned out that there was someone in the Lianfeng Pavilion.

A man stood in the pavilion, dressed in a dark red brocade robe with flowing cloud patterns, his hair tied in a seven-treasure glazed crown, his face was slightly pale, and he had dark red phoenix eyes with the tails of his eyes slightly raised.He was staring intently at a long sword in his hand. The sword was made of light ink, with a narrow and thin blade. Two seal characters "Hou Shen" were inscribed near the hilt.

Tan Yunwei recognized this person, he was Cheng Cheng, the only son of the leader of the Tianhe League, Cheng Cheng.He was not anxious about this incident, but just waited quietly, because the protagonist of the double cultivation ceremony could not stay here for a long time.Sure enough, within a short while, the front door of Lianfeng Pavilion opened, and a young man in black clothes walked in slowly, and said softly behind Cheng Cheng: "Cheng Cheng, all the congratulators are waiting for us, but what are you doing hiding here?"

This person is Tan Taisong, another young leader of the Tiandimeng League.Cheng Cheng didn't talk to him when he heard the words, Tantaisong leaned over to look at him, and asked tentatively after a while: "I'm still looking at this sword, can you see anything strange?"

Cheng Cheng stared at Gou Chenjian in a daze, and said in a low voice: "Brother Song, how do you think this Gou Chenjian should be used? Where is his magic?"

Tan Taisong shook his head, seemingly helpless: "Longchuan Xingdou Hall has produced a batch of spirit swords for a hundred years. Back then, Patriarch Lianshan said that the batch of spirit swords he got were made by Master Sun Su, the head of Xingdou Hall. Although each one has different attributes and their own mysteries, only Gouchen can be regarded as an object against the sky. What the ancestor said must make sense. Since it is an object against the sky, it has its own magic. We may be The cultivation level is not enough, so you can’t get a glimpse of its mysteries. If you don’t want to use it for the time being, you can keep it in the Jiang River water. If you want to use it, tell your father, it’s always better than ordinary magic tools.”

Cheng Cheng hummed, but suddenly said: "I want to destroy it and go to Longchuan Xingdou Hall to look for swords again. I don't believe I can't find a second sword that I can use."

Tan Taisong hurriedly said: "Don't be impulsive, Master Sun Su's sword can't be destroyed casually." He came to look for Cheng Cheng to attend the double cultivation ceremony between himself and Cheng Cheng, but Cheng Cheng stared at it distraughtly. The hook does not let go.Mr. Cheng Xiaolang has always been obstinate, and he was spoiled by Cheng Yi so that his eyes are clean. At this time, he procrastinated regardless of the severity, and Tan Taisong did not dare to urge him, but was secretly anxious.

Han Bian's eyes passed through the sky-peeping mirror, and he was also looking at the hooked sword, secretly thinking that such a beautiful sword, this young gentleman of the Cheng family actually planned to destroy it, it was really a waste of money.He was coveting the sword, but suddenly he noticed that there seemed to be a shiny ink light floating on the sword, and the two characters of "Houchen" were all highlighted in silver hooks and iron paintings, as if about to break the sword and come out.The blade of the sword even trembled slightly, making a slight buzzing sound.

Cheng Cheng suddenly opened his eyes wide, stared at Gou Chen in disbelief, and said sharply: "Brother Song, it moved! It... felt my anger? Could it be that it wants to communicate with me?"

Tantaisong also saw the change in Gou Shen, but he didn't believe it was because of Cheng Cheng.This Hook Shenling Sword has been kept in Lianfeng Pavilion for ten years. If the sword spirit can really communicate with Cheng Cheng, it doesn't have to wait until today.He was even more worried about the double cultivation ceremony. He looked at Cheng Chen helplessly, and persuaded him with kind words: "Let's go to the front first, my father is really in a hurry, and just sent several groups of people to urge you. I will accompany you later If you think about it carefully, it will definitely make it move again. Come on, Li Cheng is obedient, put the sword in the water of the Jiang River to raise it for a while."

He coaxed and persuaded Cheng Chen to put the hook back into its sheath, and it was sealed in Jianghe River again, and then he coaxed him out.

Tan Yunwei finally waited for them to leave, looked through the sky-peeping mirror again, and finally saw a golden spear and a wooden box not far to the left of Gouchen.

He put away the sky-peeping mirror, took out the big hammer, swung it vigorously, and began to smash the restraints violently.Han Bian trembled in shock, and said with a suppressed voice, "Junior brother, the movement is too loud, and the restriction is... can it be broken?"

Qin Yunwei: "Chi Zhenzhu only breaks the restriction, so she won't make too much noise."

Although this sledgehammer doesn't look good, during the refining process, Tan Yunwei added a piece of red real pearl that was picked out from the head of a snake. The red real pearl naturally has strange properties and can break many kinds of restrictions.Sure enough, the sledgehammer hit the prohibition, making an almost inaudible muffled sound like a boulder falling into a swamp.He smashed wildly a few times in a row, and the restriction finally broke a big hole that could allow one person to pass through.Qin Yunwei dragged Han Bian into it.A mere door could not stop him, he found a side door and broke in, first grabbed the golden gun in his hand, then used the tip of the gun to lift the lid of the wooden box, and there were two golden dragon-shaped wrist rings in the box, he confirmed Take it out and put it on after it is correct.

It was only after three years that the natal magic weapon was lost and recovered. Qin Yunwei finally let go of his heart that had been hanging high for many days, and he was relieved when he suddenly felt the spiritual power fluctuate at the head of the door behind him.

Tan Yunwei turned around slowly, and saw the door of Lianfeng Pavilion opened again, Tantaisong and Cheng Cheng looked over in surprise at the door, a moment later Cheng Cheng said sharply: "Sure enough, there are outsiders, how did you get in?!"

Qin Yunwei was silent and indifferent.Although Han Bian didn't know how to have high eyebrows and low eyes, he also knew that his junior brother didn't want to talk to these two people, so he could only reply, "We walked in."

These words became a great irony in Cheng Chen's ears. Luofu's phantom array is famous all over the world, so is it nothing in his eyes?He clenched his fists, as if he was about to jump over to pinch someone, Han Bian hurriedly shrank behind Tan Yunwei, and murmured, "He really came in."

But Cheng Chen's eyes had already shifted, and he was fixed on Tan Yunwei's face, with a look of confusion: "Who are you?"

Tan Yunwei ignored him, and pulled Han Bian back to the restraining crack, Cheng Cheng said angrily: "Tan Yin, you think I won't recognize you if you change your face, stop!"

With a flash of his figure, he rushed forward to block his way, Tan Yunwei swept his spear across, and the golden light dazzled the eyes when the spiritual power gathered.Tan Taisong said in shock: "Cheng Cheng dodge!" But one step too late, Cheng Cheng was almost vulnerable in Qin Yunwei's hands, and flew out in an instant as the golden light soared, and hit heavily on a shelf where the magic weapon was placed. The person with the shelf collapsed.

He knelt down on the ground in a state of embarrassment, and struggled to stand up after a long while.Over there, Tantaisong and Tan Yunwei had already exchanged hands, a cloud of white mist and a golden light came and went, and the powerful force rushed at him one after another, forcing him to not know where to hide, he could only take one step at a time involuntarily. Backed up, and finally retreated behind a shelf, stretched out his hand to support the wall, and just now took a breath.

Thinking of the dangerous situation just now, Cheng Chen felt hatred and anger in his heart, and when he looked around, he suddenly saw Han Bian who was cowering and watching blankly on the other side.

Cheng Cheng can't blame Tan Yunwei for being ruthless, but this grievance must have a place to vent, so he naturally vented his anger on his companion, so he approached along the wall without a trace, first quietly took the hook and Chen sword in his hand, and then suddenly swooped Beheaded in the past.Hearing the sound of the wind, Han Bian rolled on the spot and barely dodged it. The second sword had already followed, so he had to dodge again in embarrassment.He doesn't have much cultivation, he can dodge it only by rolling and crawling with his flexible body and disregard of decency.But although Cheng Cheng is famous, it seems that his cultivation is not very advanced, and the Gouchen sword, which is known as the thing that defies the sky, has no brilliance at all in his hand, as if he is determined to fight him, but unexpectedly Let Han Bian dodge the attack repeatedly.

But they could hide on the first day of the new year but not on the fifteenth day, the two chased and fled, and Han Bian was driven to a small corner by Cheng Cheng in a moment, with no way to go to heaven or to earth.Seeing his reluctance, Han Bian stammered and defended: "Don't kill me! You...you think you have identified the wrong person. My junior brother's name is not Tan Yin, but Tan Yunwei."

Cheng Cheng sneered: "His name is Qin Yin and his name is Yunwei, what's wrong?!" Han Bian was so shocked that Han Bian was dumbfounded, thinking that he was really going to die, but the purpose of Cheng Cheng's sword was not to kill him. For his life, he only used the tip of his sword to pierce his veil, but when Han Bian's true face suddenly appeared, he took a step back in shock and asked sharply, "What monster are you?!"

Han Bian hurriedly said: "I'm not a monster, I'm human!" He usually speaks slowly, but he answered this sentence very skillfully.

Cheng Cheng didn't believe it, and said with a sneer, "Are you sure you're a human? How do you look like a human? It's just a dead zombie, and everyone can kill it!" Jian Qi Chengsi stabbed his heart and went away.There was no way for Han Bian to avoid it, so he reached out and grabbed the blade of the Hook Chen Sword in desperation. His flesh and blood body met the sharp blade, and blood was dripping immediately.

Han Bian exclaimed: "Ah, my hand is bleeding, it's bleeding! I'm going to die!" But he didn't feel any pain in his hand, but he saw the hook and Chen sword radiate for a moment, which made both of them close their eyes involuntarily. I glanced at it.After that, Gou Chen was no longer manipulated by Cheng Cheng and completely lost control. Cheng Cheng was hit hard in the heart by the spiritual power backlashed by the sword, but he refused to let go, and staggered back with Han Bian and Gou Chenjian.

Something suddenly crashed into Han Bian's head, and a large number of mixed and chaotic memories rushed in like a confluence of rivers, making him dizzy for a while.He wanted to let go and cover his head, but the hooked sword seemed to be stuck to his hand, and he couldn't shake it off.