Thousands of water droplets burst together, turning into water mist all over the sky, and condensed into a thick water curtain to block San Bo's body.
"This is a trick to make children worship Buddha. I secretly learned it from the Buddhist monk Bald Donkey more than ten years ago. I learned it 100% of the time and you can just watch it."
The three uncles' eight fingers are connected together, and the thumbs are separated from each other.
He sprayed out a mouthful of blood mist and quietly bent over.
"Boom."
The muffled sound echoed, and the ups and downs of the water waves seemed to be crushed by Mount Tai. In an instant, everything was calm.
"The Dao Sect's Sky-Banging Bell is not a magic move, it is suitable for close combat."
Sanbo raised his hands, half-bowed his waist, and half-swept his legs back from his seat, then pushed out forcefully.
"Click."
The rock wall more than ten meters ahead exploded, sending debris flying.
"Do you remember?" He said with anger in his Dantian and a tense expression: "Placing blame on Ziwei is a good way, but after careful consideration, Fang Wenxuan and Ziwei have a good relationship."
"You hurt Ziwei. It's hard for her to be a good person when she's caught in the middle."
"Have you, mother and son, reconciled?" Third Uncle asked hesitantly.
I nodded, showing that I had no grudges.
Sanbo grinned and said, "You are a piece of flesh that fell off her body, and you should be like this."
"The Ziwei disciple who protects her has a high status, maybe... hehe, let's keep it for now."
"It's better to be friends than to be unrepentant enemies."
The third uncle's voice changed and he told me, "Don't let anyone find out your true identity. It's okay if your cultivation is a bit messy. You should hide it from others."
I closed my eyes and tried to keep what San Bo taught me in my heart.
Inheriting Jiuyang's evil talent and terrifying cultivation, these moves overlapped in my mind, and were quickly burned into my memory, and I understood them clearly.
"There are other five-vein techniques on the fifth floor of the Kunlun Library Pavilion. They are not secret techniques. They are collected by my disciples for thousands of years. This will come in handy." The third uncle said with a smile: "You should study it carefully.
Don’t strive for excellence, but strive to confuse the fake with the real.”
"In addition, you can leave after opening the stone door, and I will explain the cause and effect to senior brother."
"By the way, remember to say something nice to me when you visit your father's grave, so that he will never come to me in his dreams."
"Even if you really want to find me, don't use the butcher's knife."
My right foot in mid-air faltered and I almost fell to the ground.
As expected of my third uncle, he has never been upright.
"Crunch."
The giant door more than ten meters high was blasted open by my palm, and I saw Ji Xuanqing and Du Qirui waiting outside.
Before they could make any move, my figure rushed out, so fast that only an afterimage remained.
To be precise, they couldn't stop me and couldn't even see my face clearly.
And the Thirty-six Swords of Kunlun, which is hidden on the main peak, makes it even harder to detect my presence.
An hour later, Kunlun Treasure Pavilion.
Ji Xuanqing came alone, placed the two wooden boxes outside the door, looked around, and said in a low tone: "My child, I'm sorry for you."
I hid in the dark and gritted my teeth, silently saying: "It's not bitter either."
After Ji Xuanqing left, I opened the wooden box.
One contains the complex spells of the Five Meridians of China, and the other contains the human skin mask from San Bo's mouth.
I took a deep breath, and the figure disappeared on the spot.
It was very windy in Kunlun Mountain that day.
On that day, there was an ugly young man at the foot of Kunlun Mountain "carrying forward with a heavy load".
That day, the fallen True Phoenix star shone brightly again, and China was shaken.
