After disposing of the body of the black-robed killer, everyone returned to their respective houses.
He Qingyun specially asked Zhao Zizhong to arrange a room in the corner for him, because he liked peace and quiet.
Nie Yuan, who returned to the room, asked Mengxian: "Xiao Xianxian, do you really have a way to cure He Laodao's criticism of his technique? If he doesn't treat him as a liar and beats him to death, it will be a big loss. "
"Don't panic, I'm here."
"still have a question."
"ask."
While talking, he didn't forget to tidy up his hair.
"Where on earth can I find a master for you."
"I've said it all, don't panic, I'm here."
"Is it possible that you can transform a master for me?"
"How difficult is this?"
"So stupid?" Nie Yuan asked curiously, "A big transformation into a living person?"
"Why are you talking so much? Go practice your swordsmanship and don't disturb this girl's peace." Mengxian said in annoyance.
Now she really regrets staying in this kid's consciousness. This talkative man will never be seen again.
"oh."
Nie Yuan responded, took out the swordsmanship tricked from He Laodao today, and began to study it.
Needless to say, this technique is far less awkward and difficult to understand than what Meng Xian taught him, and it only took him a stick of incense to get a glimpse of it.
He grabbed Tianwen and began to evolve his sword moves.
It's just that Tianwen is too heavy and some of the sword moves cannot be used.
Nie Yuan was helpless and had no choice but to ask Mengxian for help.
After calling for a long time, Mengxian didn't bother him.
The helpless Nie Yuan became even more helpless.
After thinking for a long time, I finally came up with a reliable and affordable method.
That is to use the power of the physical body to exert great force to create miracles. In this way, no matter what the moves are, you can win them all.
Just do it!
Nie Yuan put down Tianwen, sat cross-legged on the bedside, and began to perform the Thick Earth Technique.
Feeling that it was not strong enough, he activated the Divine Thunder Technique again and began to temper his body as a weapon.
Click!
Zira!
The sound of the collision of bones and the tearing of thunder and lightning continued to come from the body.
At this time, there was a sixth man spying on the situation in Nie Yuan's room, clicking his tongue from time to time.
Yes, this sixth child is He Qingyun.
He had nothing to do, so he peeked into Nie Yuan's room, and unexpectedly saw something.
As expected of an expert's disciple, no wonder his foundation is so solid, and his cultivation methods are different from ordinary people.
If we were an ordinary person, if we continued to practice like this, we would either die or be crippled.
He Qingyun couldn't help but admire the mysterious master. If he wasn't a brave person, he wouldn't dare to play like this.
Nie Yuan was silent in the exercise and did not feel anyone was prying at all, but Mengxian noticed it, so she said with interest: "You old boy is not honest, then you will have to suffer a lot. "
As for what kind of suffering it is, it is the Mengxian who has the final say.
Nie Yuan is like a martial arts fanatic. He can practice for an entire night.
It wasn't until the early morning of the next day that Nie Yuan stopped operating the technique and let out a long breath.
Nie Yuan slowly opened his eyes and clenched his fists.
Hearing the rattling sound of its bones, he walked out of the house with satisfaction.
This night's practice can be said to be a great harvest, and the physical strength has been improved again.
Nie Yuan practiced all night, while He Qingyun spied on him all night.
She was sitting in the garden, giving Rou'er some training instructions and meditating, and finally came to the conclusion that this boy was strong for a reason. Not only was his talent unnatural, but his will was also extremely perverted.
"Everyone is busy."
As soon as Nie Yuan left the house, he saw several people busy in the shop.
Zhao Zizhong held an old book in his hand and read it with gusto, while Rouer sat cross-legged on the futon and got a first glimpse of the way to practice.
On the side, He Qingyun continued to gather pure spiritual power for Rou'er, helping her to open her pulse and condense her Qi.
"It's great to have a master." Nie Yuan couldn't help but sigh as he passed by.
"Don't you also have a master, who is much stronger than me? I passed on those domineering body refining techniques to you, and that domineering thunder and lightning was also given to you by your master," He Qingyun said.
"Nonsense, it's nothing."
"Nonsense, I saw it last night."
"Hey, you old pervert, spy on me."
"Don't talk nonsense, little friend, this is called observation."
"No matter what, it's just peeping. I want to sue Master. Master loves me the most." Nie Yuan pretended to have suffered a big loss.
This acting skill, in his hometown, would be worth an Oscar.
"Goodbye, little friend, I'm wrong, so don't tell your master."
This time, He Qingyun was immediately anxious.
It’s okay not to be in a hurry.
If this boy's master knew about this, he might not be able to cure his disease.
"Then it depends on your performance."
As he spoke, he turned his back and stretched out a hand to He Qingyun, his meaning very clear.
"Hey, you kid..."
"Um!"
He Laodao suddenly lost his temper. He knew that the little brat Nie Yuan was taking advantage of the situation, but he had no choice. He had to let him succeed.
Although he was unwilling to do so, he still took out a skill from his storage bag and handed it to Nie Yuan. At the same time, he thought to himself: "Little bastard, I'm still spying on you tonight."
"Thank you, senior, for the technique."
After Nie Yuan obtained the skill, his attitude immediately changed 180 degrees, and He Qingyun was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.
This scene directly confused Zhao Zizhong who was studying. What is going on?
What's even more annoying is that Nie Yuan opened the technique in front of He Qingyun.
It made He Qingyun's teeth itch. If he couldn't do anything, he would have to tear this bastard to pieces.
"Oh, good technique."
On the first page of the technique, I saw three big characters: "Sword Controlling Technique". They were vigorous and powerful. You could tell at a glance that this technique was good.
But at this moment, he couldn't practice, and he didn't even understand the sword skills, let alone the sword control skills.
Boom, boom, boom!
"How long has it been? The door still hasn't opened."
"It can't be that Young Master Nie fell asleep."
"I was late yesterday. I have to grab a weapon today."
At this time, there was a noise outside the shop.
Nie Yuan put the sword control technique in his arms and walked towards the front bunk.
Along with him is Zhao Zizhong, Rou'er is still immersed in practice and unable to extricate himself.
Nie Yuan had just opened the shop door. Before he could react, he was pulled outside the shop by a large group of people who squeezed in.
Although there are no discounts today, a quick look shows that there are many more people buying than yesterday. It seems that the reputation of the military store has spread.
Looking at Song's shop again, the shop door opened much earlier than his shop, and the two waiters stood at the door, one beating gongs and the other drums, and kept shouting.
Even so, there was still no dog in front of his shop.
Inadvertently, he saw Song Huayang, the shopkeeper of the Song family's military shop, lying at the window, looking at him with a gloomy expression.
Originally, Nie Yuan was about to go back to the berth, but he stopped the car abruptly and turned around to give Song Huayang a mean smile.
Song Huayang, who was already looking gloomy, looked even uglier than eating shit after seeing Nie Yuan smile at him, and he closed the window.
"What does Zhang Chao do for food? He took so much money from me and didn't do anything, yet he still allows Nie Yuan to live to this day." Song Huayang's face was almost deformed with anger.
Little did he know that Zhang Chao, whom he longed for, had already gone down to get the free Meng Po soup.
