In the dark and damp dungeon, Wei Tusu, Li Ziran and others were hung high, and thick iron ropes tied them tightly. The special elemental formation here made it impossible for them to absorb vitality and restore the true energy in their bodies.
"Snapped!"
The battalion general Zhao Biao swung the purple scorpion whip soaked in pepper water, which made Li Ziran gasp and tremble all over.
The purple scorpion whip is specially made from the tail of the adult purple scorpion beast and is a sharp weapon specially used to whip warriors.
If a first-level warrior received such a blow on his back, his soul would return to Huang Tian on the spot, and a second-level warrior would not be much better off.
At this moment, the camp general Zhao Biao was beating Li Ziran, a sharp-tongued and unruly guy, with one blow after another.
"Sword cultivator Li family, what the hell are you going to say again? I'm beating this family!" Camp General Zhao Biao was very arrogant.
Hong Yuan stood aside quietly, looking down at the techniques, weapons, swords and other items he had obtained from these guys.
These items have been inspected and are safe. Hong Yuan does not need to worry about others tampering with his bag like he did.
"Dragon Dance"!
"Shangjing Dan Fu"!
"Tianhe Sword Sutra"!
Hong Yuan's eyes paused on the "Tianhe Sword Sutra", then raised his head to look at Li Ziran, and then looked back at the "Tianhe Sword Sutra".
This skill was obtained from Li Ziran, who always claimed that he was a descendant of the Li family, a sword cultivator. What surprised Hong Yuan was not that, but because this "Tianhe Sword Classic" was very important to him. familiar.
He had considered this technique that was good at attacking when he was on the third floor of the Sutra Pavilion.
The concept of this technique is to use water to form swords and combine the water way with the sword way, also known as Tianhe sword way.
Specifically, every drop of water-attributed true essence is turned into sword essence. Once activated, it is so powerful that it can be said that the water of a great river comes from the sky, and the sword's power surges endlessly.
""Tianhe Sword Sutra", is this a technique that Master learned?"
Hong Yuan gently pinched the foot of the Sword Scripture, becoming interested.
His vest, Li Jianhe, is a vest for a swordsman who just needs a sword scripture.
Oh, isn't this coming?
It is a fifth-level skill that requires many, many cultivation resources. His original "Wanjiyuan Gong" is also stuck in the realm of Xiaocheng, and he has struggled to enter the realm of Dacheng.
"rustle."
Hong Yuan started to flip through the secret book of this technique, and what caught his eye was the general outline. In addition, there were also notes on his experience in small print.
"Tianhe Sword Sutra":
The sword means decisiveness and breaking.
The seven emotions must be resolved internally, and the ordinary breath must be cut off. The three treasures within can be clarified and become pure Yang. This is the foundation of swordsmanship, and the inner shell is clear and solid.
There are those who accumulate qi into swords, and they are famous swords; there are those who accumulate gods into swords, and they are divine swords, and they are also sword immortals.
The sword's will turns into light, the sword's energy thunders, the sword's light differentiates, and the sword's power reaches the sky...
"How come there are only two chapters on the cultivation method: Sword Intent Transforms into Light and Sword Qi Thunder Sound!?" Hong Yuan was puzzled. He flipped through it again and finally found that there were really only these two chapters.
Hong Yuan's actions alarmed Li Ziran, the original owner of the "Tianhe Sword Classic".
Li Ziran had a blue nose, swollen eyes, dirty hair, and was very embarrassed.
But when Li Ziran saw Hong Yuan frowning at his notes, an awkward pleasure arose in his heart.
Li Ziran made a teasing sound in his hoarse voice: "You can tell by looking at you that you are from a low-level background. A guy like you has never seen the fifth-level skills. With your qualifications, even if I give you the "Tianhe Sword Sutra", I'm afraid you won't be able to read it. You don’t understand. Please beg me and I will teach you how to practice.”
Hong Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Li Ziran, and found that the young master still maintained the arrogant look unique to the aristocratic family.
This expression made Hong Yuan feel a little ridiculous.
"You are already a prisoner, and yet you are still so arrogant, the sword cultivator Li family, tsk tsk..." Hong Yuan made a tsk-tsk sound in his mouth.
"What do you know? What do you know? If Zhang Baicun hadn't been incompetent, how could I have fallen into your hands." Li Ziran was very angry and yelled at Hong Yuan.
He can accept his failure, but he can't accept others laughing at the sword cultivator Li family.
Strategically, we despise the enemy, but tactically we value the enemy.
Li Ziran's brainwashed look made Hong Yuan pay more attention to the "Sword Cultivator Li Family". Inexplicably, Hong Yuan had the idea of running away.
"Snapped!"
A heavy whip.
When the camp general Zhao Biao saw that Li Ziran dared to be so arrogant, he gave him a whip, which made Li Ziran scream in pain.
Wei Tusu and others were even more chilled in their hearts, and they quickly revealed all the information about Zhang Baicun.
The interrogation lasted a whole night.
The more he learned about the inside story, the stronger Hong Yuan's desire to run away became.
The Fengwu flying boat will come to Pengcheng in half a year, but the flying boat traveling between Nanyang Mansion and Qingzhou is not just the Fengwu flying boat.
It's just that the Fengwu flying boat is the designated flying boat of Fengxi Sect and has the strongest safety.
The rest of the flying boats were either opened by an elder or a certain prefecture-level sect, and their safety was slightly inferior. Moreover, one ride requires tens of thousands of yuan stones, which is extremely expensive.
"What excuse can I use to tell my senior brother to help cover up my gold-plated resume?" Hong Yuan began to think about this problem.
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Early next morning.
Xifengyuan.
The environment of Xifengyuan is still beautiful, with all kinds of flowers blooming and the birds singing and the flowers fragrant.
With Mo Jiuyou's tacit approval, Hong Yuan put a brand new copy of the "Tianhe Sword Sutra" into his storage bag, and he left the other items untouched.
Sitting in the pavilion, Hong Yuan organized his words a little and said to Mo Jiuyou: "Senior brother, I have made a breakthrough in my cultivation recently and need to return to the sect."
Mo Jiuyou hesitated for a moment, then frowned and looked at Hong Yuan solemnly.
To be honest, Mo Jiuyou was shocked by Hong Yuan.
He knew that his junior brother Hong Yuan was cautious, almost as timid as a mouse. But this is just a slight disturbance, and it is not worth fighting at all!
"Ayuan, do you know what you are talking about? Your training journey is at least one year, but you have not even passed half a year. Once discovered by the Law Enforcement Hall, you will most likely be sent to the Four Hells. ." Mo Jiuyou said coldly.
The Four Prisons Cave is a place used by Fengxi Sect to imprison disciples who have made mistakes but are not making serious mistakes.
The vitality of the Four Hell Cave Heavens is chaotic, and there are turbulent flows of void space from time to time, which is completely unsuitable for practice.
It is equivalent to making the disciples who made mistakes lose their power and become mortals in it. There are not a few disciples who die in the Four Hells Cave Heaven every year.
"Huh~" Hong Yuan took a deep breath.
He knew that if he didn't give a reasonable explanation, his senior brother wouldn't let him go easily, let alone cover for him.
"Senior brother, my current cultivation level is very close to the peak of the second level. It is almost reaching the third level. I am ready to practice the cultivation of condensing the true body of the Tao attribute."
Come and try it quickly. 】
Bang!
Mo Jiuyou's hand shook, and the coffee table was knocked over by him. The expensive tea set fell to the ground and fell into pieces, and the tea spilled out.
Seventeen years old, nearly at the peak of the second level, an absolute young martial saint, even the ancient emperor was just like this when he was a boy!
Mo Jiuyou's eyes were dazed and he stared at Hong Yuan blankly.
"My junior brother has the qualifications of a great emperor?!"
