On the way back to the hut, Ye Wuque quietly pondered what Qi Shilong had just told him via voice transmission.
Sound transmission is a profound skill that requires a certain level of strength to be used. Qi Shilong just used this skill to tell a reason why Ye Wuque had to participate in the Hundred Cities War.
The young man walked slowly on the stone paved path. The breeze came and blew his flying black hair. His handsome face looked extremely quiet at the moment, giving Ye Wuque a strange charm.
This scene fell in the eyes of the Murong disciples who looked at him with curiosity, envy, exploration, and admiration, especially some girls. For the first time, they felt that Ye Wuque was so good-looking.
Ye Wuque turned a blind eye to all this, returned to his hut, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to practice quietly.
Although it was not difficult to win the battle with Murong Tian, it did take some energy. Although he had the origin of the Holy Law of Fighting, this time he was just a beginner, and he had some bad control for a while, but as he continued
Summarizing and improving, the power of the holy way's fighting spirit will become stronger and stronger.
Ye Wuque, who entered the state of cultivation, temporarily put everything aside. He understood that only by constantly becoming stronger can he defeat Jun Shanlie, find Uncle Fu, and explore Kong's past.
Strength is the basis that determines everything. This world is so cruel.
"Buzz"
The battle energy of the holy way kept wandering in the body, and the golden red energy and blood trembled. Ye Wuque took a few first-grade lower-level elixirs to restore his energy, and practiced slowly...
An hour later.
Sitting cross-legged, Ye Wuque's whole body trembled slightly, his closed eyes suddenly opened, and his whole body became full of energy in an instant. After an hour of practice, Ye Wuque completely recovered from the wear and tear, except for Murong's injuries on his shoulders.
It will take several days for the wounds scratched by Tian to recover.
"Oh, I am really weak now..."
Thinking of Jun Shanlie's power, Ye Wuque felt a sense of urgency, but he was fearless. He firmly believed that he would definitely kill Jun Shanlie in four years.
"Four years is enough."
The long-silent voice sounded in Ye Wuque's mind, and it was Kong.
Jun Shanlie gave Ye Wuque ten years, but Ye Wuque changed it to four years. It was Kong's suggestion.
"Haha, everything that happened today has made your ten-year life of silence become completely exciting."
Kong's slightly teasing words made Ye Wuque purse his lips and smile, his eyes blazing: "I guess my next days will be endlessly exciting."
He reached into it and took out the blood dragon jade. The blood-red dragon-shaped jade pendant emitted a misty light, and its tentacles were warm.
"By the way, Kong, how trustworthy do you think City Lord Qi's statement is? He said he had seen this Blood Dragon Jade in the first main city."
In addition to being able to improve his strength in a short period of time, the reason why Qi Shilong finally persuaded Ye Wuque to represent Longguang Main City in the Hundred Cities War was because Qi Shilong told Ye Wuque that he had seen this Blood Dragon Jade in the first main city.
This Blood Dragon Jade was left to him by Uncle Fu. In other words, Qi Shilong was telling Ye Wuque that there might be information about Uncle Fu in the first main city.
"He won't lie to you about this matter, because there is no need. Perhaps, in that first main city, there really is some information about your Uncle Fu."
Nodding gently, Ye Wuque put the Blood Dragon Jade into his arms.
Speaking of the Hundred Cities War, Ye Wuque thought of the sword-wielding young man he met in the Ancient Forest and the monk who was forced to retreat by his punch.
At that time, the sword-wielding young man who called himself Feng Caichen once told him that he was looking forward to a showdown with Ye Wuque in the Hundred Cities Battle!
"It seems that this Hundred Cities Battle will be quite interesting. I'm actually looking forward to it."
With a flash of eyes, Ye Wuque's heart flashed with a hint of expectation.
"Squeak"
Opening the door, Ye Wuque walked out of the hut. It was already night outside, and a bright moon hung high in the starry sky, casting soft light.
Ye Wuque rushed towards the place where Murong Changqing was. Murong Changqing was injured because of him. Ye Wuque had to go and see how Murong Changqing's injury was recovering. In addition, Ye Wuque also wanted to ask Murong Changqing about Uncle Fu.
Ichiban.
"Whoosh"
Turning into a shadow, Ye Wuque galloped on the stone road. The place where Murong Changqing lived was the core of the Murong family, which was still some distance away.
"Well, it's the small building where Xian'er lives."
A delicate and elegant two-story building appeared in Ye Wuque's eyes. It was a small building specially prepared by the Murong family for Xian'er. It was alone in a quiet place. No one came to disturb it on weekdays, and most of the Murong children did not.
Won't bother you.
Because all the disciples of Murong know that Xian'er is not only unpredictable in strength and seemingly friendly, but he also gives people the feeling that he is not in the same world and will disappear sooner or later.
Ye Wuque was the only one who could be with Xian'er without any gaps. This was the jealousy of countless Murong disciples.
"This little girl, I haven't seen her in a month."
Mentioning Xian'er, Ye Wuque's eyes flashed with doting, the doting that a brother would do to his younger sister.
"It's been a long time since I drank the tea made by Xian'er. I won't forget it when I look back."
With a smile on his lips, Ye Wuque's thoughts flashed away without stopping.
"Buzz"
At this moment, an extremely strange but fierce wave suddenly came from the small building where Xian'er was! Then came a vague but painful daughter's voice!
"No! It's Xian'er!"
Although the daughter's voice was vague, Ye Wuque instantly recognized that it was from Xian'er!
"Shua"
Turning around at an extremely fast speed, Ye Wuque summoned up the holy fighting spirit and rushed towards the small building where Xian'er was as fast as possible.
"Bang"
The closed door was broken open by Ye Wuque with brute force. The living room on the first floor was empty. Ye Wuque, who was familiar with this, did not hesitate and rushed to the second floor at high speed. There was Xian'er's boudoir. On weekdays,
Except for Xian'er herself, no one had ever gone in, but Ye Wuque couldn't care less at this moment.
"唳"
The moment Ye Wuque stepped onto the second floor, a high-pitched chirping sound suddenly reached his ears. This sound seemed to be noble, elegant and full of endless majesty!
At the same time, Ye Wuque's eyes brightened up, submerged by the dazzling red light, and an extremely hot temperature hit him, instantly making Ye Wuque's breath stagnant!
With his arms raised and lowered to protect his face, Ye Wuque tried his best to open his eyes and look forward. Under a red light, on the bed, Xian'er was lying quietly, his whole body wet with sweat, originally pure and innocent.
Her little face was red at the moment, and her delicate facial features were squeezed together. Ye Wuque could clearly feel that Xian'er must be in great pain at this moment!
However, just after Ye Wuque moved his gaze upward, his pupils immediately shrank!
He saw a foot away from Xian'er's body, and there was a three-foot-sized creature with red light all over its body like a bird and beast. It had no entity, it was just an illusory soul!
The flaming red light bird radiated high temperature, but at this moment, the flaming red light bird seemed to be aware of Ye Wuque's appearance. It raised its wings, and a flaming red spiritual power radiated high temperature and was fanned towards the lying Xian'er!
With the injection of this fiery red energy, Xian'er's facial expression became even more frowning. It was obvious that she was suffering from tremendous pain!
"You evil beast! How dare you!"
"Buzz"
With a loud shout, Ye Wuque used all his strength to activate the fighting energy of the holy way, and the golden red energy was surging with blood. He did not use his unique fighting skills, but simply stretched out a palm surrounded by the fighting energy of the holy way and grabbed the flaming red light bird!
Ye Wuque's first consideration was to control this strange flaming light bird instead of killing it. He was afraid that it would cause harm to Xian'er in the process.
"laugh"
The palms filled with the fighting energy of the holy way were blocked by the red light surrounding the fiery red light bird!
As if feeling the threat from Ye Wuque, the flaming red light bird's wings flashed faster, as if it was also seizing every moment!
"Open it for me!"
The fighting energy of the holy way in Ye Wuque's body seemed to be boiling. He would never allow any accidents to happen to Xian'er under his eyes!
"laugh"
Finally, with Ye Wuque's full strength, his palm finally broke through the barrier of red light and grabbed the fiery red light bird!
“So hot!”
The moment he came into contact with the fiery red light bird, Ye Wuque felt as if his hand had reached into a volcano!
"呲"
The burning sensation coming from his palm made Ye Wuque realize that his palm must have seen blood!
But he still used all his strength to catch the flaming red light bird, and he would never allow anything to happen to Xian'er!
"Buzz"
At the critical moment, the flaming red light bird suddenly shook, and then a golden light appeared in the sky! Immediately afterwards, Ye Wuque felt that he was knocked over by a huge force!
He quickly stabilized his body, and when Ye Wuque was about to take action again, Kong suddenly shouted: "Don't take action! This seems to be the fusion spirit of Feng Luan Goddess! No wonder I always feel that this little girl is not simple, it turns out to be Feng Luan
A descendant of the lineage of the Goddess! This matter will be of great benefit to this little girl! Don’t act rashly..."
Kong's words made Ye Wuque's body stagnate, he stopped taking action, and looked at the palm of his right hand, which had already been burned with a large wound!
"唳"
For some reason, a burst of golden light burst out, and the fiery red light bird seemed to have received some huge benefit. The bird's head roared, full of joy, and then looked at Ye Wu!
"Thank you... for letting... me... I have... a complete... thank you... Huang... Jintian... Dao..."
A vague voice sounded in Ye Wuque's ears, and Ye Wuque could only barely make out that it seemed to be a thank you from the flaming red light bird.
"Buzz"
Immediately, the flaming red light bird spread its wings, burst out with dazzling red light, wrapped in golden light, and rushed into Xian'er's body with incomparable power!
In an instant, all the red light in the entire room disappeared, as if everything before had never happened.
The face of Xian'er who was lying down became peaceful, no longer in pain, and she seemed to be fast asleep.
Seeing Xian'er's behavior at this moment, Ye Wuque still felt uneasy. After weighing it in his mind, he understood why Xian'er didn't watch the battle between him and Murong Tian. He shook his head and finally walked towards Xian'er's bed.
Sit down on a chair and quietly close your eyes to practice.
He wanted to see Xian'er wake up with his own eyes and confirm that nothing happened before he could leave with peace of mind.
The night is as cool as water.
Time flew by in Ye Wuque's practice... One night passed quickly...
Warm sunlight shone into the small building room. Xian'er's eyelashes lying on the bed suddenly moved, and then she opened them. Her clear water eyes instantly saw Ye Wuque sitting next to her.