Chapter 396 The secret of the untransmitted warrior

"It's hard to be the head!"

Long Yingchan sighed, making sure that the old guy who eavesdropped outside the door could listen to it in a real way.

"After more than 40 years of hardship, you are still a little tender..."

Long Yingchan waved his long eyebrows, stretched out his hand, took out a wine gourd, and took a few mouthfuls of it, and the old face turned red.

When the strong alcohol enters the throat, I feel the whole body feels comfortable.

"Young man, what's the problem of being cautious?"

Long Yingchan was in a good mood while pinching his two long eyebrows.

He acted with steadfast first, always focusing on fighting and killing later, and planning ahead, but his disciples were not a single one. They were all reckless men who were brave and cruel and often found people to fight.

"This kid is very good."

He is extremely talented, possesses the mysterious army of heaven, and can endure loneliness. He is cautious and does not fight with others...

"Junior brother, I have to be so safe in the next generation."

Long Yingchan muttered in his heart, he was really afraid that this kid would become a crooked person.

It was fine before, but Long Xixiang was seriously injured and had few guidance. She could correct her private training, but now this old boy broke the Tiangang, so he had to plan something.

"Well... I have to prepare an introductory gift."

After drinking a few sips of wine, he placed the gourd on the ground. After thinking about it for a moment, Long Yingchan turned into a wisp of clouds and mist and disappeared into the Dragon and Tiger Tower.

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At the intersection of Henglong Road and Yanshan Road, there is a valley full of miasma.

Bang ~

A cave collapsed.

A tall figure wearing a red cassock sat cross-legged, and the collapsed rock was shaken into powder without getting close to him.

“Integrate!”

As the smoke and dust spread, She Long's face was full of shock and anger:

"Long Xixiang actually broke through the Tiangang Realm?!"

How is that possible?!

Large pieces of dust were torn by invisible force and blew out of the cave. She Long's chest was undulating, and his eyes were full of incredible:

"He actually pulled out Wan Zhuliu's sword intent, broke and established himself, and reached the One Realm?!"

Click!

As the force stormed, the cave collapsed with a bang.

She Long seemed to have not realized it and let the big stone dust submerge him. After a while, he pushed away the huge rock in front of him and walked into the empty valley.

"Who can remove Wan Zhuliu's sword intent? The old ghost in Zhaixing Tower is not dead yet?"

She Long's heart was shocked and a chill came out: "Can't that old ghost came out of seclusion and went to Longhu Temple to find Qin Shixian?!"

“Integrate…”

She Long's face twitched, and he felt a sense of nameless fire stirring in his heart.

"Long Xixiang broke the Tiangang, and that Dharma Yin boy, isn't the Blood Vajra already dead?"

After a while, She Long calmed down. He suspected that the incarnation of the two old ghosts might have died in the Dragon and Tiger Temple, but he did not notify him.

"One realm..."

The night wind was howling and the moon was bright. She Long subconsciously paced in the valley, recalling the mood that had just been seen and had just calmed down, and then it started to fluctuate violently again.

Breaking the Tiangang, the heart and the spirit are united, the spiritual appearance is me, and I am the spiritual appearance. This is the peak of martial arts, the realm he pursues throughout his life.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to rebel from Longhu Temple and pursue the method of worshiping the gods.

Nearly seventy years have passed, and he still has no progress. On the contrary, the three juniors he guided back then, except Nie Xianshan, have all broken the Tiangang and united with the gods.

"Not tolerate!"

She Long closed his eyes, his eyelids still twitching, and he felt a strong sense of frustration in his heart.

"Maybe, I'm too jealous of my life?"

She Long was a little shaken. He had already reached this point seventy years ago, but he was reluctant to try to break the Tiangang.

"If you don't break, you won't be established, maybe... it's not appropriate. Long Xixiang's life is not long, so you have to fight... Be more steadily, if it doesn't work..."

In the night wind, She Long stood for a whole night. After the sky was bright, he opened his eyes and his face was a little deteriorated.

Buzz ~

He took out a red token from his arms, and a light flashed on it at this moment.

"Yan Tianxiong..."

This was another junior who annoyed him. She Long frowned and let go of the flame dragon's true energy covered by the token.

"Dragon King, have you fallen?"

She Long was silent for a moment before saying, "I fell."

"Long Yingchan?"

"Long Xixiang!"

She Long did not hide it: "Long Xixiang has removed Wan Zhuliu's sword intent, broken the Tiangang, and formed a unity."

"Um?!"

There was a shocking sound from the other end of the token:

"There is still someone in this world who can remove Wan Zhuliu's sword intent? Is the old ghost on Zhaixing Tower not dead? No, when the nine masters of the Dharma jointly organized the 'God-killing ceremony', he could not be alive!"

She Long had no expression on his face: "I can't read it wrong."

"If that old ghost is still alive..."

There was a whisper from the other end of the token, as if he was surprised: "Or, what kind of extraordinary genius has appeared in Longhu Temple?"

"impossible!"

She Long shook his head apart. For so many years, he has been paying attention to Longhu Temple. If such a talented disciple appears, he will not have noticed it.

"Long Xinglie is still the Taoist son, the number one in the dragon list."

"It may not be hidden."

The other end of the token came back to his senses: "But it's hard to say whether the old ghost is really not dead..."

“It’s possible.”

She Long calmed down:

"I believe Wanzhuliu has known this matter for a long time. He has not posted it for a long time, and perhaps he also suspects that it is the old ghost..."

"You still have to test it."

On the other end of the token, Yan Tianxiong frowned slightly: "Dragon King..."

Bang ~

The light and shadow dissipate.

In a deserted temple, Yan Tianxiong was not surprised to see the token that lost his color:

"The old guy is still so cautious."

"The martial arts are only strife. This old guy is too brave and has no hope of breaking Tiangang in this life. It's ridiculous. The three juniors he pointed at by his own hands and actually produced two gods from the continent!"

The woman in red who was burning her bear's paws at the bonfire came back to her senses from her surprise:

"After thinking about this, I want to come to his disciple for advice."

"I want to, too."

The sound of muffled sound came, and it had shrunk to eight feet high. The white-faced monk walked into the ruined temple:

"Master, do you want to take a detour?"

“…wait first.”

Yan Tianxiong pinched the goatee on his chin:

"In this world, if you push forward for hundreds of years, the only one who can remove the will of Wan Zhuliu's sword is torn away. Could it be that old ghost, isn't he really not dead?"

"If the leader is afraid, why not give it a try?"

The white-faced monk said in an inward voice: "The nine masters pay such a great price. Even if they don't die, they will be seriously injured and unable to recover. Why are they afraid of him?"
To be continued...