"How many people are there in our Qingweizong? They are not here?"
Xiao Li asked Qingxuan.
When he was in the Yuehua Sect, he said that, including himself, there were a total of four people in the Qingwei Sect at that time.
"One must be sleeping inside. There is also a crazy cultivator, which you can't usually see at all." Qingxuan replied.
Xiao Li heard it.
One sleeps all day long and the other keeps practicing.
There is great polarization and contrast.
Taoist Qingxuan: "If a few of you join us this year, maybe we can fight in the winter battle."
The battle he was talking about must be a deadly battle between the six major sects.
It is also a very important battle for Xiao Li to regain the Qingwei ancestral land!
"What rules were established for that battle?" Xiao Li asked Qingxuan.
"It's very simple.
Each sect sends thirty people, and each person must not be older than thirty. The one who survives in that area in the end is the winner," Taoist Qingxuan said.
Although it is simple, it can also think of cruelty and blood.
"Thirty people!" Xiao Li said.
I just calculated that there are only seven people in their Qingwei Sect in total.
And Old Taoist Qingxuan certainly couldn't participate at his age, that is, there were only six of them!
The five major sects have rich heritage, powerful strength, and countless resources.
Over the years, I have cultivated countless geniuses.
As for Yuehua Sect, according to Xiao Li's knowledge, there is a real evildoer in Yuehua Sect, who has already entered the ninth-level overlord realm at the age of twenty-three.
The other four sects are also rumored to have such monsters.
Xiao Li now has the confidence to fight against the adversity of Eight-Rank Xuan.
In the realm of Overlord, the two elders of Yin and Yang work together to achieve the strength of Princess Linglong, and there is nothing he can resist.
However, my sister's illness cannot be delayed any longer, and the Qingwei ancestral land must be taken back.
In this battle, even if there are few people on their side, he still has to fight!
"Strength, still strength!"
"If we can fight, we must fight! It is a great shame that our Qingwei ancestral land has been lost for so many years. We must take it back this year!"
Xiao Li said firmly to Taoist Qingxuan.
Taoist Qingxuan naturally knew what he was thinking and rolled his eyes at him.
He said it was so great, but in fact it was just for his sister, who has a delicate heart.
"Although I don't understand what you are talking about, if there is a fight, you must call me." The savage boy, who was still eating raw meat, expressed his position.
"Oh, by the way." The savage boy suddenly remembered something and said to Taoist Qingxuan: "You said you should give me a name. Have you thought of it?"
The savage deserves to be called a savage, but it turns out he doesn’t even have a name.
"From now on, please call me Xiaoye." Qingxuan said.
Xiao Li: "..."
Xiao Ying: "..."
This name is really random.
With a name like this, there is no need to think about it.
"Xiao Ye." However, the savage boy looked quite serious and whispered these two words softly.
Then he suddenly smiled at Taoist Qingxuan, smiling happily: "This name sounds really nice."
Xiao Li: "..."
Xiao Ying: "..."
"Wow, Xiaoye, haha, I have a name, I also have a name, wow, wow, wow~"
He raised his head happily and kept shouting.
Xiao Li: "..."
Xiao Ying: "..."
"Brother, is the name Xiaoye so nice?" Xiao Ying asked Xiao Li quietly.
"That's why I told you to study more before. If you study more, you won't be easily cheated." Xiao Li said.
Xiao Ying nodded thoughtfully.
"That deadly battle in winter!" Xiao Li muttered this sentence silently.
The Yuehua Sect faced the two elders of Yin and Yang on the stage of life and death. The last time they faced the old man Miaoyan, today they faced Hong Kong Jiang.
It made Xiao Li realize that he was still too weak now.
The first time there was Princess Linglong, the second time there was [that person], and today there was Old Taoist Qingxuan.
If I encounter such a being next time, I'm afraid I won't be so lucky.
Therefore, Xiao Li must continue to become stronger!
As Taoist Qingxuan said, in this world where the jungle prevails, if you want not to be bullied, you must have the strength not to be bullied.
Otherwise, you can only be at the mercy of others!
Strong! Strong! Strong!
Become stronger!
"Zheng!" Suddenly, the ancient iron sword in Xiao Li's hand shook. The Qingxuan Taoist grilled meat on the sword was almost shaken out.
"Huh?" Qingxuan's old face suddenly changed at this moment. Power surged in his hands, and he took the hot boar leg from Xiao Li's sword.
He was really worried that the boar leg would be ruined before it even reached his mouth.
He took a big bite and then looked at Xiao Li.
The sword in Xiao Li's hand and the aura on his body suddenly became fierce at this moment.
"Sword Dao Ming Yi!" Suddenly, [that person's] voice sounded in Xiao Li's mind.
"What is the clear meaning of the sword?" Xiao Li quickly communicated with him and asked him.
"It's you who have determined the way of swordsmanship in your heart. You have understood the sword in your hand and why you draw it." The man replied.
"The stronger your ambition, the stronger your sword will be in the future. I...I don't have time to tell you anymore, you can understand it yourself."
After saying this, the man's voice fell silent again.
"The way of the sword makes it clear." At this time, even Taoist Qingxuan, who was chewing on the roasted wild boar leg, looked at Xiao Li and said this.
Xiao Li slowly closed his eyes, recalling his will at that moment, and slowly comprehended it.
"This boy." Taoist Qingxuan said these four words secretly again.
"What's wrong with my brother?" Xiao Ying blinked at Xiao Li and asked Taoist Qingxuan.
"It's nothing, something good happened to your brother." Taoist Qingxuan said.
"Oh, that's good." Xiao Ying nodded.
"I can feel that he seems to be getting stronger." Savage boy Xiaoye also said at this time.
With his eyes still closed, Xiao Li slowly took off the remaining half piece of wild boar barbecue from the sword.
The movements are natural and everything flows smoothly.
Putting it on the ground, he stabbed forward with his sword, "Zheng!"
The ancient iron sword sounded again.
"Uh!" However, Xiao Li suddenly let out a painful groan.
With this sword strike, the wound that Qingxuan had stopped bleeding was torn open again.
Xiao Li opened his eyes in pain.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Seeing that something was wrong with Xiao Li, Xiao Ying called out nervously, with worry on her face.
"Grandpa Dao Elder, please save my brother quickly."
"Hey, don't worry about it these days, just take good care of yourself." Qingxuan shook his head and sighed softly.
He stood up and came behind Xiao Li, took out his silver needle again, and stabbed Xiao Li in seemingly chaotic ways.
In fact, every stitch follows some mysterious rules.
The bleeding wound was stopped again.
"Brother, Elder Taoist Grandpa is right. You should take good care of your injuries these days. Recover your injuries first and then talk about it." Xiao Ying also said again.
"What's going on?" However, Xiao Li seemed to recall something and slowly frowned.