The mad warrior Ling Xiaotian was also shocked. The mere Emperor Wu was nothing in his eyes, but don’t forget that just half an hour ago, Jiang Ergou was just a warrior who was at most second-rate. He was still 108,000 miles away from the realm of Emperor Wu. Without a 6-year-old hard practice, it was impossible to become Emperor Wu.

But just because of Li Shaoyang's pill, it took half an hour to get over the hard practice of Jiazi, which was really incredible.

The Martial Master Ling Xiaotian knew that some Qimen could refine some elixirs that could increase their skills, but most of them could only be as good as three to five years of cultivation. Even if it could be as good as ten years of cultivation, it would be a treasure that could not be obtained even if it was a treasure that could not be obtained for ten years, and it would not be able to be more submissive.

I have never heard of the elixir that can be practiced over the years of Jiazi. If it is spread, it will definitely make the martial arts world fight for bloody storms.

Such a super baby, I actually gave it to you as soon as I said it. This mysterious powerful man is simply incredible

Ling Xiaotian's eyes became even more crazy. He firmly believed that as long as this incredible strong man was willing to give those points, he would gain great gains.

Jiang Ergou looked at Ling Xiaotian, who was kneeling behind Li Shaoyang in surprise, quickly rushed over, and said excitedly: "Young Master Li, thank you for your gift, so that my skills will improve by leaps and bounds, better than me in my cultivation for a long time."

Li Shaoyang sneered, turned around, and said lightly: "What is a mere real spirit pill? It's not that you have good qualifications. I'm afraid that taking more pills will ruin your foundation. What's the difficulty of me creating 180 Wuzong in a day?"

What a big tone!

Jiang Ergou and Ling Xiaotian took a breath of air at the same time. Wu Zong was already the peak existence in the Yuanling Star Martial Realm. Who can become Wu Zong has not been able to practice hard for seventy or eighty years before they can achieve cultivation.

There were already 180 Wuzong in a long time, and he didn't even pinch the clay figure so quickly.

Although both of them thought Li Shaoyang was unfathomable, they couldn't believe such words. They were too amazing and too far beyond their understanding.

They didn't know that Li Shaoyang would say less.

If he was willing, it would not be difficult to create a secret realm of Tongxian directly.

If you create this way, most of the people who are created will be ruined. The cultivation level is not achieved by oneself, and it is not a good thing.

"Your thunder boxing seven styles are too slow, and you can show off in front of some people who have no eyesight, taking advantage of speed. If you really meet someone who also relies on speed to make a living, you have to lie down in three moves. It's rare that I feel good, so I'll just pass on your sword technique."

As he said that, Li Shaoyang waved his sleeves, and a green light quickly came out in his sleeves, turning into a green magic sword. He shook in the wind, and the sharp sound of the sword was rustling. The silent killing song surrounded people's hearts with the breeze. People were still intoxicated.

"Did you see the green duckweed on the lake? The wind grows from the ground and starts from the end of the green duckweed. The sword technique I teach you is called Qingping Yufeng, so look forward to it."

"This first move is called Qingping Zhubo."

Whoosh!

The magic sword raised, and the tip of the sword spit out tens of green light, fluttering, and the sword curtain he pulled out was like clear waves on the lake.

"The second move!"

"The third move!"

Jiang Ergou was already shocked. His skills improved, and his eyesight also improved. He immediately knew that the Qingping Fufeng sword technique was more than ten times stronger than his seven thunder fist styles.

The sword shadow scattered and illusioned, it was like a green floating sticking to the river wave forever, with very strong stickiness and a mysterious wind that could not be understood.

The sharp murderous intent is completely hidden between the mysterious and illusion, with endless mystery.

The Martial War Wu Jun was even more excited. Although Li Shaoyang did not agree to accept him as his disciple, he taught Jiang Ergou's sword skills in front of him, which clearly made it possible for him to learn it.

With his Wuzong's eyesight, he had more insights into the Qingping Fufeng sword technique and became obsessed with it all at once.

At some point, the night had already shrouded.

Li Shaoyang had already stopped dancing his sword, and he lay in the air like a light breeze, looking up at the stars.

By the lakeside, Jiang Ergou and Ling Xiaotian were both immersed in the practice of Qingping Fufeng.

"Although I am just a passerby to Yuan Lingxing, being able to leave such a little thing is considered a fate. The world is as elegant as the bright moon and breeze, and it is even more enjoyable. But the last holy lotus will bloom for some reason, and why I feel it is getting closer and closer."

Li Shaoyang muttered secretly, and before he knew it, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When the moon changed to the sun and the light of dawn was shining on his eyes, Li Shaoyang stretched his waist and woke up, and found that the two guys by the lake were standing solemnly aside, looking like a good disciple. Li Shaoyang couldn't help laughing in silence, flashing and then came to the two of them.

"Let's go and go to the Valley of the Wicked."

The Evil Valley is located on the east side of the Niutou Mountains, the largest mountain range of Yuanlingxing. It is a kettle-shaped whole, with the mouth of the pot slit outwards.

There is a flat and wide valley in the valley, with cliffs on all sides, with walls thousands of feet high, and covered with green vines. A little to the north are flowing springs and waterfalls. The lakes under the waterfall are like mirrors, and the edges are full of strange flowers and plants. Various butterflies often fly, like dreams and fantasy.

This should have been a paradise, a good place for literati to cultivate their mood and make people think in their hearts.

However, since the famous evil people in the martial world occupied this place, they built pavilions and jade pavilions in the valley and dug holes to open the pavilions. Although they added a bit of solemnity to the Evil Valley to a certain extent, they were also tainted by the evil spirits of many evil people.

When ordinary people come here, they are afraid that they will not be able to stand it for a long time, and they will be frightened by the unique vicious aura in the Valley of the Wicked, and their yellow urine is wet with their pants.

It was just dawn.

At the only entrance to the Evil Valley, at the mouth of the slit pot, three or four evil-looking young men squeezed together, forming a small circle, cursing, some kept shouting "big big", and some kept shouting, "little little little" was red in their faces, and blue veins appeared on their necks and cheeks.

Suddenly, a smug laughter sounded, and one of the young men shouted: "Haha, Tiangong, sorry, buddy, it's useless, I'll take it all this time."

It turned out that it was gambling.

"Damn, Xiao Laoliu is taking all the same thing again. Xiao Laoliu, are you using tricks? After ten moves, there will be four moves. I don't believe that you are lucky enough to be very lucky."

"That's right, Xiao Laoliu, you're not fooling us, are you? Brother, if you fool us, it would be too unfair."

The three young men who were obviously irritated by the loss of money, pressed over to the young men who shouted Tiangong, with a harsh expression.

The young man shouting Tiangong changed his face and was furious, saying, "I'm a damn, don't talk nonsense with me here if I can't afford to lose. The four of us took the turn together, but who dragged me to bet together? Is it me? Now that I lost, I blamed me for the blame."

The three young men were speechless. They had no evidence at all, but they just wanted to scare Xiao Laoliu. Now they have made Xiao Laoliu angry and are a little embarrassed.

"Damn, I won't play with you anymore, don't ask me to play again in the future." Xiao Laoliu was so angry that he turned around and walked to the side, with a gleam in his eyes.

At this moment, Xiao Laoliu's eyes changed and he shouted at the woods ahead: "Who dares to come to the Evil Valley early in the morning, and he will be desperate?"

Xiao Laoliu's loud shout immediately made the three young men who lost money shocked.

They didn't forget that their duties were to take turns. If someone came, they didn't know it, but were told by the people above, it wouldn't be as simple as scolding, but death or a cruel way to die. Cramps and skinning were considered light.

The three of them hurriedly turned around and saw the early morning sunlight shining through the gaps in the woods. Three men, two young men and one big man came in the sunlight.

The annoyance of losing money was immediately thrown out of the sky. The three of them hurriedly stepped forward and stood with Xiao Laoliu. One of them shouted: "Stop, where are the things that are not eye-catching? There is no creature ten feet away from the entrance of the evil man's valley. Don't you know, take a step forward and immediately ask you to splatter five steps in blood."

The visitor seemed to have not heard this harsh chant, and continued to walk forward leisurely, leaving no creatures, all three of them had already reached three feet.

Xiao Laoliu's eyelids were thrusting wildly, and suddenly exclaimed: "No, it's him. Look, everyone, that person is the wanted criminal of the Master of Huadong. He sneaked into Jiang Ergou, the owner of Huali Young Cave, and the little bastard from Julu City."

The other three young men suddenly remembered, yes, I have seen the portrait, isn’t it Jiang Ergou?

Didn’t it mean that he had been chased to death by the owner of Huali Shao Cave?

Why are you still alive and you are still taking the initiative to come to the Evil Valley? You are so tired of living?

That's right, the people coming were Li Shaoyang, Jiang Ergou, and the bald war Wu Jun Ling Xiaotian.

The three of them didn't even take the four evil young men who were rotating.

Li Shaoyang's realm is too high and he is too lazy to care about mortals.

The Martial Warrior Ling Xiaotian is a senior expert in the martial arts world, and he can't help but worry about the rotating disciples.

Jiang Ergou is different from the past. He became the powerful Martial Emperor overnight and learned from Qingping Yufeng taught by Li Shaoyang. His vision suddenly became higher, but it was obvious that he had to speak out among the three.

Jiang Ergou curled his lips, disagreed, as if the vulgar habits he had developed in the trash since childhood emerged again.

He walked out in one step and said frivolously: "Hey, you four have good eyesight, I am Jiang Ergou. Huali took the people and didn't kill me, so I found it back. Hurry up and call out Huali's guy for me. I don't have time to argue with you."

Xiao Laoliu said angrily: "Just because you still want to order us, you are worthy of seeing the Master of the Young Cave in Huali? Since you are in danger of disaster, you should find a place to hide well. Your life will be over. Unexpectedly, you are smart enough to find two helpers and dare to come to the Evil Valley to take revenge, and live impatiently."

Jiang Ergou smiled evilly and was about to speak. Ling Xiaotian said impatiently: "Junior Brother Jiang, I'm talking nonsense with these little bastards. I took them away, so naturally someone would come out."

"That stupid man, you dare to say that we are little sluts. When you come to the Evil Valley, you can't escape. If you dare to be arrogant, you will be the first to kill you first." Xiao Laoliu shook his hand angrily, and three cold lights spurted out from his sleeves and shot straight into Ling Xiaotian's face...
Chapter completed!