Chapter 129 Sword Qi rushes into the eight meridians
Two drops of blood on the fingertips, a pulse-finding talisman, and the Qing Qi as a guide, the sect pulse is surging.
I saw two blood-colored mist curling up from the silver cup, like the gas of incense, but the blood color was more conspicuous at the moment than the gas of incense. After the two blood gases rose to a height of three feet, they began to deviate and attracted each other.
, entangled with each other, and finally condensed into a thicker incense gas, curling up.
Seeing this scene, Pan Dingsheng was obviously relieved, but Cao Zhengye looked like he had expected it.
"My nephew Cao An!"
Cao An smiled slightly and saluted as a junior, "I've met uncle."
When Cao Zhengye heard this call, his expression changed, and then a smile appeared on his face, "My dear nephew, since there is no problem with detecting pulse, let's go back to Shaoming Mansion with uncle. Although it is not as good as before, but
After all, it is still a family, and the home of our Cao family is also the root of our current Cao family."
Cao An is very awake now. He has no real energy, but he can rely on the coolness that penetrates between his eyebrows to maintain his perception at an extreme state. All the dynamics around him can be seen in his 'eyes', and he can think about things more smoothly than before.
,fast.
"I think uncle may have misunderstood. I admit my origin, but is there still a Cao family now? You just inherited an estate that was owned by the Cao family. The Cao family has long been broken up. Uncle has never treated me.
There is the grace of nurturing, but there is no love of cultivation. Between you and me, there is only the connection between the blood of the clan."
"I can give you the Yanshi skills you want to return to the Cao family. They are all imprinted in my mind. After I leave the Demon Burial Tianyuan and compile them into a book, I will send them to your door. It's just Shaoming Mansion. I
I passed by there once before. As for returning to the Cao family with you, let’s not mention it. Is the business you run in Shaoming Mansion really still the original Cao family?”
Cao Zhengye wanted to say something else, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't.
"Cao An, you only mention the Yanshi technique. Where is the Cao family's ancestral technique?"
Seeing that Cao Zhengye was not responsible, Pan Dingsheng stood up.
"Whether the Cao family has any ancestral skills or not, I think my uncle knows this better than I do. What I have learned all my life is from another school. Even the Yanshi technique I used later is no longer the original Yanshi of the Cao family.
It’s a skill.”
Pan Dingsheng suddenly understood, no wonder Cao An was so cooperative, he didn't care about feelings at all, and what he gave was not the secret of Master Yan that he wanted.
He sneered twice and clapped his hands, "Cao An, you are really calculating. In order not to hand over the family's secret skills, you actually said such words. Did you say that you have another teacher? For such reasons,
How do you convince others?"
"Why should others believe in Cao's actions? I am only responsible for my own heart. Besides, isn't this my Cao family's business? When will it be your turn, Pan Dingsheng, to come out and point fingers? What? Wasn't the lesson you learned when you broke an arm not enough?
?”
The shadow of that gourd was still in his mind. Pan Dingsheng's heart tightened subconsciously and he took half a step back. However, he soon realized that Cao An did not have that gourd on his body, and his confidence instantly increased.
"You are just a useless person now. When someone captures you, there will naturally be many ways to make you speak. You will be given a toast or fined wine. You don't really think that just by relying on these few followers of the Blood Spirit God Religion, you will be safe and sound.
Right? Naive! My colleagues, this beast is stubborn and unwilling to repent, so we should take action as soon as possible."
"In the final analysis, we still have to take action. It's nothing more than the jungle of the jungle. Why bother looking for excuses to make people laugh."
"You don't have a puppet, and the gourd is not by your side. I really don't know why you are so arrogant as a useless person. Cao An, I will pay you back today for the hatred of an arm and the pain of losing a son."
"Uncle Cao, given the current situation, do you still want to stay here?"
Cao An turned his attention to Cao Zhengye, who was the uncle of this body, and he asked one last question.
Cao Zhengye's face froze, and he lowered his head after a long time and said: "My dear nephew, please understand that Uncle Cao has no choice. What's more, your martial arts are completely useless now and you have no strength to resist. You might as well just surrender and follow Uncle Cao back to Shaoming."
As long as you hand over everything, Uncle Cao can ensure that you have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life."
Could Cao Zhengye not see the situation clearly? No, he could see it clearly, and he also knew that once Cao An finished explaining, the only thing waiting for him would be death. But he still said so. In the final analysis, it was because of the so-called clan affection. In fact, it was already long ago.
That's gone. Now, it's just that he is stronger than others and he needs to show his attitude to the families in Qingzhou.
Cao An was speechless. He had hit the point and understood part of what he needed to know.
At this moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared behind Cao An, like a feather, and landed gently behind Cao An. A bright silver dagger stretched out from the back of Cao An's neck.
It was too fast. Everyone's attention was on the dispute between the two parties before, and they did not notice that there was also a convergence master coming from behind. The moment he was about to succeed, Cao An tilted his head and let the dagger go.
I barely saw his movements before I saw him raise his hand and place a finger on the black shadow's brow.
The sword energy penetrated the man's eyebrows, killing him instantly, and shot into the mountain wall behind him.
The man's exposed eyes were filled with disbelief, and he fell to the ground unwillingly.
Cao An clapped his hands, and the sword energy rushed into the eight meridians. He stretched out his hand and took off a coat from the black shadow. He tied it around his waist to protect his lower body. The sword energy surged, and only strips of cloth were left all over his body.
Clothes were scattered on the ground, revealing a body that was more muscular and well-proportioned than a stag. The black coat covered his lower body, and his beard and hair were spread out.
After changing his gentle look before, a wild aura spread over his body, sharp, wild, and with unspeakable magic in it, and the sword energy rushed upward.
With two clanging sounds, the anti-arms nail that penetrated the shoulder blade was cut off. The wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Cao An's eyes were clearer and clearer than before.
The momentum began to soar, the sword energy raged, and the sound of swords filled the entire crack in the ground. Cao An opened his hand, but found that there was nothing in it. He was a little stunned. He vaguely felt that he should have a sword in his hand.
Shen Tianhe looked ugly. The more powerful Cao An was now, the more it reminded him of his dead son.
Even if his shoulder blades were pierced, he could cut off the shackles by himself. Although his cultivation was obviously ruined, he found another way. They could feel that what was surging in Cao An was not the true energy, but the sword energy.
Many low-level swordsmen and martial artists lowered their heads unconsciously under the pressure of this fierce sword energy. They did not even have the courage to take action. Even dead objects such as the sword in their hands were beating crazily.
It seemed as if he would be out of control and fall into Cao An's hands and turn against him.
The faces of the eight blood disciples of the Blood Spirit Cult were filled with joy. They were true believers, the kind who would devote themselves to the teachings without hesitation. This time, they came with such a will. However, they did not expect that Cao An
It has not been completely destroyed. Looking at the momentum, there is a faint possibility of surpassing it before.
Perhaps, this time, they don’t need to devote themselves to the religion!!