"Little brother."
Late at night, Li Youwei, who had just fallen asleep, woke up from her nightmare, sat up suddenly, and looked towards the north, her eyes full of worry.
It's been a month, how are you doing there?
Gods are beyond the reach of human beings, so we must be careful and cautious.
"Youwei, what's wrong?"
Outside the room, Hongzhu noticed the movement next door and immediately walked quickly and asked with concern.
"fine."
Li Youwei stood up, walked to the window, looked at the north, and said softly, "Hongzhu, do you think I can win this time?"
"able."
Hongzhu nodded without hesitation, "Ziye has a destiny. As long as he doesn't face the goddess from Mobei or the scholar from the Western Region, no one else should be able to do anything to him."
"Destiny?"
Li Youwei stared at the scene outside the window and murmured softly, "But we, the Li family, don't believe in destiny."
Although the younger brother often talked about his identity as the destined son, she knew that the younger brother didn't believe it at all.
How stupid it is to leave your future to the so-called fate.
If you want something, go for it yourself. In this world, there are never any gains that are taken for granted.
"Youwei, don't worry too much. In addition to Xiao Ziye, Prince Wen also went with us this time."
Hongzhu comforted him softly, "Xiao Ziye said that Prince Wen's strength and wisdom are unfathomable. If the two of them join forces, they will be able to survive this disaster safely."
"Um."
Li Youwei nodded slightly and looked up at the stars in the sky, but the worry in her eyes did not diminish by half.
Counting the days, it’s time for Hong Yi to go to the Western Region.
The child was performing a mission for the first time, and I didn't know if he could complete it successfully.
One by one, none of them make people worry.
"Wangyu."
At the same time, in Taixue Palace, Burning Heart Tower.
Chen Qiaoer stepped forward, looked at the young man inside, and said, "You have been in retreat here since you came back. Several masters still want to discuss with you the marriage between you and the Li family's daughter. It's time to go out."
In the tower, Bai Wangyu opened his eyes, restrained his domineering and righteous strength, and responded calmly, "Disciple has no objection, just a few masters will make the decision."
"Nonsense."
Chen Qiaoer frowned and scolded softly, "How can you not even show your face about your own marriage? When should you practice martial arts? It has to be at this time."
Bai Wangyu fell silent. After a moment, he stood up, bowed respectfully, and said, "Master, I would like to ask for some teachings."
When Chen Qiaoer heard this, his expression changed and he asked, "Is it right here?"
The Burning Heart Tower has a special status in the Taixue Palace. Under normal circumstances, only disciples below the third realm are allowed to enter, because the magic circle in the Burning Heart Tower will amplify a person's inner demons. The higher the cultivation level, the higher the level of cultivation. The inner demons you bear are stronger and must be suppressed with concentration.
Above the Third Realm, if your mind is not firm enough, you will easily be eroded by inner demons after entering the Burning Heart Tower.
Therefore, the Confucian sect has rules. If disciples above the third level want to enter the Burning Heart Tower, they must obtain the consent of at least two masters.
As soon as Wangyu came back this time, he applied to her and Shuru to enter the Burning Heart Tower to practice, which really worried her.
"It's getting dark outside, so let's stay here." Bai Wangyu glanced at the sky outside and said.
"That's fine."
Chen Qiaoer nodded lightly and warned uneasily, "Remember to keep your heart when you are competing, and don't let your inner demons erode your mind."
"Disciple understands." Bai Wangyu nodded and responded.
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Wangyu turned his palm to condense his energy, and the Taiyi Sword came out of its sheath behind him and dropped it into his hand. He said politely, "Master Zhang, please!"
"please!"
Chen Qiaoer raised his hand, and a sound of true energy surged out. The incomparably powerful power was as vast as the sea, making people look at him.
Among martial arts, the practice of palm skills has the most stringent requirements for the strength of the true energy. Therefore, people who practice palm skills generally have a very good foundation in martial arts.
After all, it is always more difficult to hurt someone with the strength of your palm than with a sword.
Chen Qiaoer, as the contemporary head of Confucianism in the Confucian sect, is born with supernatural powers and has always been synonymous with violence.
Not to mention people who have just entered the Five Realms, even old guys like Shuru and Leru who have been in the Five Realms for a long time are not willing to provoke this aunt.
Chen Qiaoer, who was still in the fourth realm, was able to fight against the great practitioners of the fifth realm. Now, after successfully entering the fifth realm, he doesn't know how many little monks and little red riding hoods he can fight, but at least he can fight several Fahai.
Ten steps away, Bai Wangyu looked at the woman in front of him with a sea of energy, his expression condensed.
Teacher Chen's cultivation is really getting stronger and stronger.
The next moment, the two men moved at the same time, and their swords clashed. The aftermath shook and spread rapidly outward.
In the tower, the brilliance of the runes loomed, and in a breath, all the aftermath of the battle between the two was resolved.
"Nine moves to ask the sky, cover the sea and the abyss!"
After several exchanges of moves, the Haoran palm skill appeared immediately. Chen Qiaoer gathered his energy and raised a huge wave with one palm. The majestic palm power surged out, destroying everything and being unrivaled.
Bai Wangyu felt this, his expression condensed, he pointed at the sword, and swung it to block the former's palm force.
The palms and swords clashed, and the Taiyi Sword slashed the palm force, and the edge fell, sharp and dazzling.
"Um?"
When Chen Qiaoer saw this, his face showed surprise, and he bent back to avoid the sword edge.
Taking advantage of one move, Bai Wangyu's attack suddenly rose up, like a violent storm, showing off the exquisiteness of martial arts.
Chen Qiaoer's feet retreated continuously, and black hair fell from her ears, as if she was about to be injured by Tai Yi at the slightest step.
"boom!"
After a dozen quick attacks and defenses, Chen Qiaoer turned his palms to forcefully start the battle, with a strange color flashing in his eyes.
Something is wrong.
Although Wangyu's Qi strength was good, it shouldn't have reached such an astonishing level. She didn't hold back the palm just now, and he actually blocked it head-on.
With doubts in his heart that were hard to explain, Chen Qiaoer struck out with another palm. The force of his palm was like a turbulent wave with the power of destruction, and it was so heavy that it was difficult to breathe.
However.
Facing this unstoppable palm, Bai Wangyu still refused to dodge, and faced it with his sword again, blocking it head-on.
The impact of the palm sword caused a sharp aftermath. Bai Wangyu took half a step back and once again blocked Chen Qiaoer's palm attack head-on.
"Wangyu!"
After verifying the suspicion in his mind, Chen Qiaoer's expression darkened and he did not take any further action. He asked bluntly, "Are you practicing any techniques that you shouldn't practice?"
Confucianism emphasizes step-by-step progress, and it is impossible to make such rapid progress in a short period of time.
"The second half of the Taishang Divine Refining Technique."
Bai Wangyu didn't hide anything and answered truthfully, "It's just that the disciple is stupid and has not been able to understand the profound meaning."
"Tao Gate Forbidden Technique."
Chen Qiao'er heard the former's answer and said in a deep voice, "Isn't it been a long time since I practiced? Why did I suddenly start practicing again?"
“Be prepared, just in case.”
Bai Wangyu said softly, "Disciple always feels that something big will happen next."
