Li Guanyi breathed out, looked at the nearly perfect Xue Shen General's inherited aura without any loss, and shook his palms. He thought in his heart that in the third year, after practicing the halberd entry move to a proficient level, he could learn to roll the wave.

moves.

In the second year, Juan Tao's tricks can be taught.

So if you are like now, if you reach great success in cultivation immediately, what will happen?

Didn’t General Xue Shen simply not consider that someone could do it, so he wasn’t prepared?

Even the moves used when entering the country are beyond common sense if they can be mastered in an instant.

Li Guanyi was a little worried at this time, and the inheritance aura left by General Xue looked at Li Guanyi. It seemed to have restored its original restraint and indifference, and said calmly: "...It has been completed and can be passed down [Volume

Tao]."

Li Guanyi realized that it was inheritance, not teaching.

Xue Shen raised the weapon in his hand against Li Guanyi, his eyes were clear, and then instantly dispersed, turning into a pure charm, without any reservation, without any consumption, fell on Li Guanyi's eyebrows

.

There was a bang in Li Guanyi's mind.

There was a blank before my eyes.

There seemed to be a touch of water vapor coming from the tip of his nose, causing his consciousness to gradually return.

The flow of the music also allowed his mind to quickly maintain his own existence. As soon as Li Guan opened his eyes, he saw the gurgling sound of water around him, the green rocks and the undulating mountains in the distance.

He felt that he suddenly became taller and stepped on the water. In the distance, there was a woman wearing simple clothes and covering her face with a hood. Her black hair fell slightly. Li Guanyi saw a man in front of him, wearing complicated and heavy clothes.

of armor.

This is... Chen Guogong?!

Li Guanyi lowered his head and saw his palms. He saw that he was holding a bow in his left hand and a halberd in his right hand. He saw that he was wearing majestic and gorgeous ceremonial armor. The golden silk thread used to bind the armor leaves was slightly raised. He heard

The sound of your own throat vibrating.

He was smiling slightly and said: "Chen Guogong, it's just a discussion, why should we be so serious?"

Li Guanyi understood clearly.

He came to that memory and transformed into General Xue.

This is the highest level of teaching.

Not teaching, not assisting, but direct memory inheritance.

There is no more effective learning method than experiencing the moves of a top powerhouse yourself.

Chen Guogong seemed to smile and said softly: "Today, Your Majesty commented on the world's famous generals in the Palace of Supreme Harmony. He said that Xue Guogong, your halberd and my spear are both better than the Liehou that Taizu faced back then. This is what is in His Majesty's heart.

You can say that our martial arts are powerful enough to conspire against us."

"If we don't fight, His Majesty will feel uneasy."

This sentence was not in the picture he had seen before. General Xue smiled slightly, and Duke Chen raised the spear in his hand.

At this time, Li Guanyi felt the breath coming from the opposite side.

Heavy and domineering, like a rock standing firm under the torrent.

In the memory of five hundred years ago, Chen Guogong covered his face armor. It was a dark golden mask, like the costume of an ancient god of war. It covered the face and expression of the person wearing the mask, revealing only a pair of quiet eyes.

Head.

While watching, Chen Guogong stood up facing the vulnerable General Xue.

That majestic mountain-like aura made Li Guanyi's consciousness feel trembling.

To be able to have the title of Duke of the country in the era of great strife five hundred years ago.

Later generations learned his marksmanship and used his magic gun to kill the god-like white wolf that invaded the Central Plains. He broke into the palace of the Liang Dynasty with a gun and opened up the country of Chen State. At this moment, this has been

The hero honored as the Patriarch of Chen State launched his own attack.

Like a mountain falling apart.

Li Guanyi's pupils shrank, his talent was actually very strong. At this time, Chen Guogong's domineering shot slowly slowed down in his eyes.

Before entering the country, he once fought in a secret realm with Chen Guogong, who had lowered his realm.

I have seen his marksmanship.

But at this time, Chen Guogong's divine spear, which was previously judged to have only superior marksmanship, seemed to have been reborn, becoming brighter inch by inch, and then imprinted itself on Li Guanyi's soul.

Li Guanyi wrote down the shot.

Then he felt General Xue's movements.

He felt the flow of Qi, felt the movement of every muscle, felt the tension of the muscles and bones, felt the white tiger dharma figure crawling aside, felt the feeling of holding the halberd in his hand, everything was as if he had transformed into a human being.

Made General Xue use such a move.

This is, inheritance.

Halberd sweeps across!

Juan Tao!!!

…………

Before that, in the desert.

Po Jun, who was frightened to death because of the camels, and the old man who led the way crawled hard in the desert.

They lay down under the sand dunes, and the moonlight seemed to be sprinkled with large pieces of silver. The bright and clean sand would also reflect the moonlight. It was as if they were lying on the moon, and everything was white.

Under the night and starlight, the desert is so vast that it seems endless.

It was a difficult situation without their mounts. They also encountered sand bandits who were surrounded and suppressed by Turkic cavalry. The bandits were surrounded and suppressed, and they had turned into a state of madness. They had to kill dogs when they encountered them. Such as Ru Pojun can be called

Beautiful men will end badly.

Po Jun was not good at fighting and fighting. He and the old man covered their auras and hid. The sand bandits riding desert horses searched back and forth, but Po Jun found a very clever place and covered their eyes, but they could not find it.

Go further and further.

But at this moment, the exposed halberd suddenly roared again.

The sand bandits heard the sound and surrounded them. The noisy shouts gradually got closer, and Po Jun grinned.

He plans to fight.

A sand bandit has rushed over on a desert horse with a scimitar in his hand.

Po Jun pulled out a soft sword from the instrument and stabbed the sand bandit to death. The old man was stunned and Po Jun said, "I'm not good at killing people."

"Remember, you should think carefully about the words of the people from the Eastern Continent and the Central Plains."

"It's not that I can't, I can do it a little bit."

He jumped up briskly, rounded the wheel of the morin fiddle with his backhand, and hit a cavalryman on the head. When the body of the morin fiddle made a harsh sound and then cracked, he used the body to break the sharp crack.

One end stabbed out fiercely, piercing the third man's neck.

The hollow body of the instrument is like a bleeding slot.

Blood gushed out and fell on his clothes. The old man who led the way was stunned, looking at this man who, despite lack of water, walking and exhaustion, killed three crazy desert bandits in one breath.

Po Jun picked up the halberd, put it on the horse, and asked the old man to ride the other horse.

Desert horses are not big in size and have a dry and strong constitution. Compared with the tall horses of the Western Regions, they look smaller. The Horse Book of Xiangma states that compared with horses from the Central Plains and the Western Regions, desert horses have one less lumbar vertebrae and two fewer vertebrae.

Their tail vertebrae, their ribs are arched, their hooves are tough and they can run wildly in the desert.

The old man was riding a horse, and the two of them were running wildly under the moonlight.

The old man's heart was beating loudly. The sand bandits behind him were chasing them. He shouted:

"Can your Central Plains counselors also kill people?!"

Po Jun laughed and said: "Even a weak scholar should at least master swordsmanship and archery. He should be able to hold a four-horse chariot with one hand and wield a war sword with the other hand to harvest the enemy's heads.

, chanting Qin Feng’s war song.”

The old man admired him and said, "People from the Central Plains are really scary and good at fighting."

Po Jun said: "No, most people in the Central Plains are not good at fighting. My compatriots are afraid of fighting."

The old man was puzzled: "Why?"

Po Jun replied: "Because what they pursue is to defeat the enemy without getting hurt. Once you hurt them and bleed, you will see their other side, crazy and angry, and they will never give up until they tear the opponent into pieces."

Severe."

Po Jun hacked another man to death with one hand, his eyebrows were raised and he said:

"This is what is called the Central Plains Army's [Sorrowful Soldiers Will Win] [Same Enemy]."

The sound of arrows pierced the air.

Po Jun's inner energy rose, but he was not a martial artist after all.
To be continued...