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Mayday, Jingdao, Chang'an City.
Su Qinian entered the city. With his current level of cultivation, even if someone saw him, they would forget about him in an instant.
Returning to the Taoist Academy, Su Qinian first met the old academy leader Qian Shang. Now the Taoist Academy is also prosperous. Many young disciples of martial arts sects and aristocratic families come to study, and the Taoist Academy has also established
During the admissions and selection process, those who can be selected to enter the Taoist Academy are the outstanding figures of the younger generation from various sects and aristocratic families.
In the past two years, there have been more than thirty third-rate martial arts created by the Taoist Academy and contributed to Qiankun's arsenal, and there are also seven second-rate martial arts. Among them, there is even a first-rate martial arts, which is now used by many in the borders of the world.
Respected by masters in the military.
Two hours later, Su Qinian left the Taoist temple. Zu Qianshang looked at his leaving figure and hesitated to speak, with a strange look on his face.
Demon-Suppressing Prince's Mansion.
Arriving in front of the vermilion gate of the Demon-Suppressing Prince's Mansion again, Su Qinian suddenly had an ominous premonition.
"See the Dragon King of Light!"
The concierge of the palace came out and saluted Su Qinian.
"May the princess be in the house?"
The two concierges looked at each other, and one said: "Here."
"Can you two please tell me that Su Qinian wants to see you?"
The two concierges looked at each other again, hesitantly, with faces as bitter as melons. The other one gritted his teeth, hesitated for a long time, took a step forward, and shouted: "The princess said, get out!"
Su Qinian was astonished. On the long street in front of the palace, some people passing by and even people from the capital were shocked. Standing in front of the Demon Suppressing Palace was clearly the Dragon King of Light who was now famous all over the world and had great power.
The first rank of the current dynasty, the master of Hulong Villa.
Hanyang Garden.
The maid Qing'er trotted in and said to Liu Qingchan, who had a cold face and a fairy-like appearance in the pavilion: "Princess! Princess! The Bright Dragon King is here! Do you really want him to get out? Princess, you are too cruel.
As the saying goes, bedside..."
Before she finished speaking, Liu Qingchan in the pavilion turned red, turned around and glared at her fiercely, saying: "Qing'er, if you talk too much, I will tear your mouth to pieces, and then find someone to kill you on the street."
Married!"
"No, Princess! Qing'er doesn't dare anymore!"
When the girl heard this, her beauty turned pale, and she turned around and ran away. Liu Qingchan looked at her leaving figure and couldn't help but smile, but then her cold face returned. She clearly remembered that day, how dare that person...
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Thinking of this, she made up her mind not to see her again for the next year.
In front of the Demon-Suppressing Prince's Mansion.
The concierge felt a little regretful after saying this, and so did the princess. Why did she embarrass the Bright Dragon King like this? And they were just servants, so they were frightened now.
After a short period of shock, Su Qinian came to his senses. He didn't understand why that person was like this, and he also knew that that person was angry now. If he really forced his way into the house, I'm afraid he wouldn't be greeted by someone like him.
What a good treatment.
With a look of helplessness on his lips, Su Qinian shook his head, turned around and left.
After half a cup of tea, Hanyang Garden.
"Princess, he is gone."
The maid Qing'er shouted softly through the carved railings of Hanyang Garden, then turned and ran away.
In the pavilion, Liu Qingchan was slightly startled. Did he just leave like that?
Bang!
With a cold snort, the Hanyang Princess slapped the wooden railing beside her into pieces.
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Qiankun Arsenal.
Su Qinian, who had just arrived outside the arsenal gate, couldn't help but sneeze. He looked a little suspicious. With his current level of cultivation, how could his body be so strange? His perception of luck was also calm.
, at this time, could there be any destiny master who is taking action to distort and deceive destiny, preparing to plot against him?
Shaking his head, Su Qinian was just about to inform the guards on duty at the arsenal when the door of the Qiankun arsenal slowly opened. Mr. Bing, the imperial censor with gray hair and a court uniform, appeared, cupped his fists at Su Qinian and said with a smile: "
The Dragon King of Light is coming, and I am waiting for you from afar."
"Master Bing's words are serious, and Su Qinian is ashamed to live up to his words!"
Su Qinian turned slightly sideways and bowed quickly. The censor doctor Bingzhong was upright and upright. The reason why Su Mansion was able to redress the injustice was because of his impartiality and selflessness. It can be said that he was a great benefactor to Su Mansion, so he was very kind to him.
Su Qinian has always been grateful and respectful to this person, so how could he dare to accept the courtesy of this pillar of the country?
Looking at him deeply, Bingzhong said: "Dragon King, please."
Su Qinian stood up and walked into the Qiankun Arsenal side by side with the imperial censor.
Looking at the backs of the two people leaving and the slowly closing arsenal door, the guards on duty looked at each other and sighed endlessly. With the current identity and status of the Bright Dragon King, and his martial arts cultivation, it can be said that one person is the best.
It is really hard to find someone at such a young age who can be so humble among thousands of people.
Originally, several guards were still curious, but now they have no doubts. For any person, being famous once can be said to be a fluke, and twice can be said to be lucky, but three times or four times, it must be a dedication.
An effort that is unimaginable to ordinary people.
Therefore, there is no use in envying and sighing. Any success or fame, no matter how bright or dark the means, cannot come from luck!
Inside the Qiankun Arsenal.
Su Qinian talked side by side with Dr. Bingzhong, the imperial censor. Su Qinian did not hide anything. He bluntly said that because of his father, he obtained an incomplete spiritual martial arts called "Ecstasy Dafa" from a discarded volume in the Qiankun Arsenal.
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"'Yin'? I have never heard of it," Bingzhong chuckled and said, "The Dragon King is also a person with profound blessings. The Su Mansion was wronged, but it is also the law of heaven, order operates, and good and evil are rewarded."
After a pause, Bing Zhong said again: "The Holy One has already ordered that many martial arts secrets in the Qiankun Arsenal, as well as the royal martial arts, are open to the Dragon King."
Su Qinian was slightly startled when he heard this, but then he recovered as before. He had already learned about the courage of the contemporary Han emperors. This one could intimidate all the great emperors of the Han Dynasty, and even build Hulong Mountain Villa, Xiaoyao Valley, etc., surpassing all previous Han emperors.
I am afraid that only the first emperor of the Han Dynasty could be slightly better.
For the next three days and three nights, Su Qinian stayed in the Qiankun Arsenal, looking for any fragments or clues related to "Yin".
Now, he has penetrated the six levels of the great orifice and small world of the Divine Treasure, and has completed all the fifteen levels of the "Ecstasy Technique", lighting up a full fifteen star positions, which is far away from the twenty-eighth level deduced by the "Ecstasy Technique".
, we have already walked most of the way.
The fifteenth level of the "Ecstasy Technique" not only made his soul far beyond his current level of cultivation, growing to eight feet tall, but also bred more pure Yang energy, making the entire soul look like it is now
The pure yang energy that goes up is as strong as the body of the Yuan Shen who has truly survived the eighth level of thunder tribulation. Even the condensation of the Yuan Shen's true energy is not inferior to or even better than the existence of the eighth level of martial phase.
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Therefore, Su Qinian is very much looking forward to the next thirteen levels of "Ecstasy". If he really reaches the twenty-eighth level of perfection, Su Qinian doesn't know whether he can really see forever, but he can
It is certain that it is enough to enable him to go further on the road of martial arts and stand taller than those in the same situation.
It's a pity that in the past three days and three nights, Su Qinian has read through many martial arts secrets in the Qiankun Arsenal, even the secret history manuscripts, and many secrets, but he has not been able to find the next half of "The Great Technique of Ecstasy". He only accidentally picked up from a
In the abandoned scriptures that were about to be cleared out, I saw a few words, which vaguely mentioned the word ecstasy, and also talked about the heart of the void and the long river of destiny.
These few sentences have no connection at all, and it is difficult to get any substantial clues from them.
Su Qinian sighed and walked out of the Qiankun Arsenal. Perhaps he was really the founder of the "Ecstasy Technique", and he had never truly deduced the twenty-eight levels of "Ecstasy Technique".
After pondering for a moment, Su Qinian hesitated, but still stepped onto the street leading to the Demon Suppression Prince's Mansion.
After half a stick of incense, in front of the Demon King's Mansion.
The two concierges looked at each other and did not dare to neglect. One of them went in to announce the situation and came out quickly. Their eyes were a little strange, but they quickly calmed down and said: "Master Dragon King, please follow me."
Su Qinian followed the concierge inside.
After walking through the two corridors, Su Qinian raised his eyebrows slightly but remained calm. It's not like he had never been to Demon Zhen Wang's Mansion before. This road did not lead to Hanyang Garden at all.
Martial Arts Arena.
Finally, the porter brought Su Qinian to such a majestic and solemn hall.
Not daring to look at Su Qinian, the concierge whispered: "Lord Dragon King, please!"
After saying that, the concierge turned around and left, not daring to stay any longer. He knew exactly who was waiting for the Bright Dragon King in the martial arts arena. It was conceivable that based on the atmosphere he just felt, and what happened after this meeting.
The land will probably not be calm in the future. With his small arms and legs, if he stays here, it may cause disaster to Chiyu later, and he won't even have time to cry.
The door to the martial arts arena is closed. It is a solid black iron door, probably weighing more than 10,000 kilograms. The door is thickly coated with paste and even has a sense of warmth, which shows that it has been polished for a long time.
The most important thing is that Su Qinian felt that the solid and immortal world barrier on this gate was not the barrier of the ordinary Yuanshen small world, but the Yuanshen small world that he had seen.
More solid, the pure Yang energy is restrained, vaguely revealing the vast aura of vitality and creation.
Chunyang World!
Su Qinian could be sure that what enveloped this martial arts arena was a big world belonging to Chunyang's top figures, and it was exposed in front of him like this without any cover-up, and the intention of taking a test was beyond words.
Taking a deep breath, Su Qinian understood that what awaited him next would probably be a tough battle.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Su Qinian stepped forward, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door gently. (Please recommend a monthly ticket, Qidian genuine subscription is the greatest support for Ten Steps! Everything is normal in the following update, I know there must be book friends who don’t understand the request for leave in the previous two days, please say something
To be honest, Shi Bu is also afraid. His eyesight has declined too much in the past six years. In three years of high school entrance examination and three years of college entrance examination, Shi Bu could not wear glasses and even mixed up a book. But in these six years, ten million words gave him
Shibu put it on, and I beg for your understanding from book friends outside of Wumeng. Shibu wants to continue telling stories to everyone for a long time.) (To be continued.)