Li Kezhou looked at Han Xueyi with a smile: "Isn't this exactly what you dreamed of? I have lost all my cultivation, can't you take the opportunity to take revenge?"
The woman's face tightened: "I have told you a long time ago that since the moment you rescued my senior brother, the grudge between you and me has been wiped out. Don't mention this matter again in the future!"
Jiang Ruoxu listened in confusion: "I have never understood, junior sister, what kind of unsolvable grudge you have with Brother Li, but I still remember it until now..."
Han Xueyi's eyes were panicked: "It's okay not to talk about what happened before! Brother, let's leave quickly. We can't help here. You have to take advantage of this period of time to practice in seclusion so that you can cope with the possible consequences in the future.
The re-election of the Son that takes place.”
Hearing his junior sister mention this, Jiang Ruoxu glanced at Li Kezhou and saw that there was no change in his demeanor, and he admired his state of mind even more.
"Okay! In that case, Brother Li! Let's take our leave first. As long as Brother Li is in this sword academy and has any use for me, Jiang Ruoxu, I will go through fire and water."
Li Kezhou was noncommittal and nodded with a smile.
The two of them walked towards the exit one after the other.
Han Xueyi hesitated, then suddenly turned around and said: "You...if you have anything to do in the future, you can ask me to help you do it, and...you have to take care of yourself..."
Her expression was complicated, and a trace of guilt flashed deep in her eyes.
Because in her opinion, if she hadn't begged the other party to let him rescue Jiang Ruoxu, the other party would not have fallen into the situation in front of him.
Li Kezhou didn't say anything. It wasn't until he watched the two people leaving that he began to sense his physical condition.
"Incredible energy and blood! Is this the bloodline of the Eight-toed Qilong?" There was horror in his eyes.
"My current strength has improved so much that even I can't estimate it!"
He clenched his fist fiercely, and there was an explosion of air in the void. He punched the void. The moment the fist was punched out, there was an abnormal sound in the void, and the fist was covered with a layer of purple fire.
The fist hit the void, and the amazing energy formed a pillar of air. The pillar of air shot out of the cave and continued to an endless distance before disappearing at the end of the line of sight.
"Punch through the air and shoot out blue flames! This is recorded in the Book of Giants, a phenomenon that can only be seen in the three-wheel heaven realm! The transformation of my bloodline has allowed me to regain the combat power of Yuan Fei!" Li Kezhou couldn't hide his excitement.
Suddenly he looked confused again.
"Strange! According to the description in the book, Sanlun Tian's fists and blue flames have a total of four colors, namely white, red, blue and finally black, which correspond to inferior, medium, superior and supreme respectively.
, there are four blood levels, but what I gave birth to with this punch is purple, which does not belong to one of the four. I don’t know what’s going on. Could it be related to Qilong?”
He thought to himself.
Because the Eight-toed Qilong possesses an innate purple fire, and now that his power has reached the third level of heaven, he also produces purple fire, which makes him have to think about it.
"Now that I have reached the realm of the Three Wheel Heavens in terms of strength, the next step is to record the cultivation methods for the Three Wheel Heaven realm as recorded in the Book of Cultivation Giants."
The anti-dragon people practice a secret method of physical cultivation called "Nine Wheels of Heaven".
To be precise, this is a method of cultivating physical strength. It is not just about improving, but more about controlling. How to use one point of strength to display nine points of power. The ingenuity contained in it is by no means weaker than the current swordsmanship.
"When I truly master it, I will be able to exert at least ten times the power I have now. Then even if I walk through the devil's prison with bare hands, I will no longer be afraid!"
He had absolute confidence to master the three-wheel-heaven body cultivation method in the shortest possible time, simply because he had the Eternal Kuding Meditation that made the practice a shortcut.
He calmed down, closed his eyes and meditated, and muttered something.
After a moment, each obscure and mysterious seal script flew out of his mouth, connected two by two, and circled around him.
He entered the Kuding Zen state again...
…
The Burial Realm Demon Prison opened in March, and more than a month has passed.
At this time, a big disturbance occurred in the Sword Academy, and even the entire Shenlan Sword Domain.
The fact that the Holy Son of the Qishang Sword Academy was struck by the "Sleeping Curse Seal" of the Nether Clan swept through every corner of Shenlan like a strong wind.
Thanks to the ulterior motives of some people, in just a few days, the news spread like wildfire, and almost no one knew about it. Even the beggars on the roadside and the drunkards in the tavern were able to comment on it.
Li Kezhou knew nothing about these, and he was still practicing in the "Zen realm".
Another half month passed in a flash.
At this time, a group of people were whispering to each other in Jianyuan Square.
"It is said that this Li Mochen has been in seclusion since he returned to the Sword Academy a month ago. He has never come out during this period. I don't know what he is doing!"
"Isn't this easy to understand? Of course he has no face to see others. The former Saint Son of the Sword Academy has now become a useless person whose cultivation has been ruined. No one can accept it in a short time."
"This is true! But escaping will not help. He will eventually come out to meet people. I heard from the gossip that the Elders are already considering this matter. If nothing happens, the throne of the Holy Son will be enthroned soon.
Deposed."
"This is foreseeable. Our Sword Academy is also one of the four holy places. How can we let a person whose cultivation has been abolished be the Holy Son? This will only make our Sword Academy a laughing stock in the world."
One person looked around and laughed in a low voice: "You think... Could it be that Li Mochen just couldn't think about it and committed suicide in the cave? Otherwise, there is no way to explain why he didn't show up for a month."
"It's not impossible!"
Several people gloated and laughed softly.
"What are you talking about?"
Several people who were laughing happily were startled by a sudden loud shout, and their whole bodies trembled.
"Master...senior brother!!"
Several people turned their heads and saw a face on the verge of rage.
"Get out of here!!"
The visitor shouted loudly, and several people were so frightened that they rolled and crawled, and the birds and beasts dispersed.
After these people ran away, the visitor's anger subsided and he sighed in frustration.
"Qiong Feng! What happened? Why are you so downcast?"
Hearing this voice, the man stiffened and turned his head sharply.
"Big...brother?"
Ten steps away from him, a man looked at him with a smile.
It was Li Kezhou who had been in seclusion for a whole month and had not seen him for a long time.
Li Kezhou smiled and said: "Tell me, what difficulties have you encountered recently?"
It took Yiye Qiongfeng a long time to react.
His eyes were brighter than ever before, because he didn't see what he was afraid of seeing in the other person's eyes. That gaze, as usual, had not changed, was still sharp and firm.
"Is it something about Qimen?" Li Kezhou asked again.
The young man came back to his senses and nodded subconsciously.
"Brother! Ever since those bastards heard about you... they have withdrawn from Qimen one after another. In just one month, almost 99% of my Qimen members have left, and there are less than a hundred people left! I have let down my brother.
expectations.”
The young man drooped his head with a disappointed expression.
Li Kezhou smiled slightly: "A hundred people? That's a lot, beyond my expectation! Don't worry, anything that can be lost is not worth cherishing."