"Old sir, tell me carefully!"
Song Xuan spoke while drinking tea.
The old storyteller glanced at Song Xuan with a smile, and then continued: "Most of the people present are people in the martial arts world. Some people may also know that there is a huge gap in strength between innates. If you want to occupy a place in the innate realm, you must use your energy. At least one of the three divine flowers must be condensed.”
“This process is very difficult.
Take the flower of qi as an example. You need to cultivate the innate true qi to the limit of the innate realm before you are qualified to try to condense the flower of qi.
Only when the flowers of Qi condense and the heaven and earth interact, can we have the opportunity to understand the power of heaven and earth little by little. Only when we understand the power of heaven and earth to a certain extent can we be promoted to the martial arts master level!
The process of condensing three flowers is very long. Most people may die without even one flower.
However, some martial arts prodigies are not satisfied with condensing just one flower. Instead, they resist breaking through to the Grandmaster realm and stay in the Xiantian realm to try to condensate a second or even a third flower.
Masters like Wu Jue have clearly condensed the double flower, and have been in retreat all year round, trying to condense the third flower.
However, every time one of the three congenital flowers is condensed, the difficulty will increase tenfold. So far, for hundreds of years, there will not be many three congenital flowers in the Great Zhou Dynasty. "
The old man took a sip of tea and saw that everyone was listening with gusto. He continued: "At the level of Wujue, all of them are true geniuses and arrogant people. Unless they are really too old, they will definitely fight to the death. Sanhua.
Originally, according to the old estimate, East Evil, West Poison, Southern Emperor, and Northern Beggar would stay in the Xiantian Realm for at least another ten or eight years, and they would only be promoted to the Grandmaster Realm after the third flower was hopeless.
But because of the appearance of Mu Taoist, things changed! "
Song Qian frowned, "Why is this related to Mu Taoist again? One is in Qingzhou and the other is in Songzhou. They are tens of thousands of miles apart. How can they affect this?"
"Young lady guessed wrong!" the old man said with a smile, "It really affected me!"
"The Mu Taoist cut the dragon's veins, gathered the fortune of the country, and condensed the three flowers. He has obviously succeeded, but his body is still dead. Why does the girl think this is?"
"Because I..." Song Qian paused, "Because Xuanyi Wei Song Xuan is too strong?"
"It's not just that Song Xuan is too strong! It's that Taoist Mu doesn't have Sanhua's life. God doesn't allow him to live!"
The old storyteller glanced at the confused crowd and said, "After this incident, not only the five masters here in the Southern Song Dynasty, but also many martial arts geniuses in other states who have been in seclusion for many years and want to gather the third flower have been warned.
It is not easy to change your destiny against the will of heaven. If you don't have that destiny but you have to try, the end result will be death.
I estimate that it won’t take long before there will be a group of extremely powerful martial arts masters in the world, and most of them will be Shuanghua Grandmasters! "
Song Xuan smiled and said: "The old gentleman guesses that many double-flowered innates in this world will give up the pursuit of condensing three-flowered flowers and advance to the martial arts master level instead?"
"Not a guess, but a certainty!"
The old man smiled and said: "As far as I know, after the news of Mu Daoren's death came out, many geniuses have begun to retreat to the master realm.
Those people's understanding of the power of heaven and earth has already reached the level of breakthrough, but they have always suppressed their realm and refused to break through.
Now that there is no hope of condensing the Three Flowers, I will naturally choose to advance to Grandmaster! "
Speaking of this, the old man looked around at everyone with deep meaning, "So, you should be more cautious in the world in the future. Maybe the unknown person you think is easy to bully may be a martial arts master who has just finished retreat!
Moreover, he is still an extremely powerful person. There is no great master as a backer in the family. It is best to be honest in the future and not to cause trouble for his nine clans! "
...
After eating and drinking, Song Xuan returned to his room to rest.
Song Qian followed him and walked in quickly.
As soon as she entered the door, she started to complain, "I originally thought that in the Southern Song Dynasty, we could kill indiscriminately. But now it seems that we have to be more steady."
Originally, it was good that the warriors in the Southern Song Dynasty were not strong and there were only a few grandmasters. However, it turned out to be a good thing. Because of the death of Mu Taoren, many people gave up their thoughts on attacking Sanhua and began to advance to the grandmaster level.
A master at the level of Wujue, after being promoted to a grandmaster, will definitely be one of the few masters among the masters.
In front of such masters, who have also crossed an entire realm, not even Song Qian dared to sneer.
After finally practicing the Sacred Heart Art, her strength has been greatly improved. Song Qian originally wanted to follow her brother to Songzhou to torture people, but now it seems that killing them will not work.
At best, she could just sit back and watch her brother kill indiscriminately.
"well!"
Life is not easy, Erni sighed.
"fine!"
Song Xuan waved his hand carelessly, "We will stay here for one night today, and tomorrow we will leave for Zhongnan Mountain. We will stay there for two years before leaving the mountain."
When she heard that she was going to retreat in the mountains, Song Qian's face collapsed, as if she recalled the past few months when she was imprisoned by her father in the imperial capital.
Song Xuan also knew that she couldn't stay any longer, so he smiled and said, "Zhongnan Mountain is huge, enough for you to have fun!"
While the brother and sister were talking, they heard a noise outside the door. The next moment, there was a bang, the door shattered, and the fat and thin Tutuo who were standing guard outside the door flew in.
Song Qiansu raised her hand lightly and pressed it lightly in mid-air. The bodies of the two people flying upside down suddenly froze in the air, and then landed lightly on the ground.
She snorted softly, "Are the folk customs here in Songzhou so violent? Is a disagreement a fatal move?"
The moment she finished speaking, she saw a sword light coming from outside the door. The tip of the sword flashed with cold light, and the luster of the true energy was clearly visible. It was stabbing at an extremely tricky angle.
Song Qian bent her fingers slightly and popped them out.
There was just a click, the sword light shattered, and the attacking sword broke layer by layer. The force of Song Qian's finger shot out, among the fragments of the broken sword, was accurately inserted into the assassin's eyebrows.
"stop!"
Outside the door, an old and urgent voice came.
As the sound rang out, Song Qian had already slit the assassin's eyebrow with one finger, and the assassin fell to the ground before he even had time to scream.
Song Qian glanced at the dead body on the ground. It was dressed in black and standard warrior attire, but it looked very strange and she didn't recognize it.
In the inn, many guests heard the commotion and watched from a distance, with surprised expressions on their faces at this moment.
You must know that the person who just drew the sword, the aura flowing on the sword is definitely the innate true energy.
A congenital master suddenly made an assassination attempt, but was killed instantly with a single finger.
How strong is this beautiful young woman?
Song Qian stared at the body on the ground for a few times. After confirming that she didn't recognize it, her eyes fell on an old man standing at the stairs outside the door with wide eyes.
"Did you stop shouting just now?"
