Chapter 579: The Upcoming Attack

Chapter 579 The attack is about to begin...

Boom!

The arrows rushed straight to the bullfight, sweeping away the snow and wind, and then turned into light spots all over the sky.

In the Liuhe Building, Taoist Li's eyes condensed slightly, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes:

"Great success, archery?!"

Among all kinds of martial arts, archery is the least and the most difficult to practice. In the martial arts world, there are even fewer strong people who are masters of archery.

But even in the Tianlang Dynasty, which values ​​archers very much, there are only a few who can practice a superior archery technique to great success.

Few, but strong!

The deterrent power of such archers on the battlefield is far beyond that of ordinary grandmasters.

In the battle of Liuji Mountain seventy years ago, three martial saints roamed the battlefield, and countless people died at their hands, but they were the most murderous.

It was the archer of the Tianlang Dynasty, ‘Tan Tai Pingjing’. It is said that his ‘Sun Chasing Arrow’ has saved the lives of more than ten grandmasters.

He even participated in the battles many times, relying on a divine bow and a northern hawk to surround the Black Armor Elite Cavalry several times!

In the battle of Liuji Mountain, he was the only grandmaster who had met the Black Armor Elite Cavalry and survived!

“Yang Yu…”

In the uproar and boiling sound, Taoist Li narrowed his eyes slightly, looking through the snow and wind, looking to the north.

Faintly, he smelled a very familiar breath.

That was…

“Zhou You Liuxu…”

In the backyard of the palace, Yang Yu put down his longbow, and ripples also appeared in his heart. He looked south to Liuhe Tower and felt that familiar breath.

There is attraction between the martial arts of the same school.

Taoist Zhenyan relied on this point, through the remaining breath on the human skin scroll, and even deceived the old woman in the mountain, and sent out the indestructible golden body.

Yang Yu's current cultivation naturally couldn't do this, but since they were only a few miles apart and the newcomer didn't hide it, he naturally noticed it.

As soon as he thought about it, he remembered the old Taoist who was sitting and chanting scriptures between the iron chains in the mountains when he was refining the 'Zhouyou Liuxu'.

With his understanding of martial arts at that time, he couldn't see through the person's foundation. Now he thought that the old Taoist's martial arts was beyond imagination.

I'm afraid it's not inferior to Li Baihu...

"Brother Yang, have you made a breakthrough?"

Qin Si came out of the next room, a little surprised and a little sad.

My brother Yang has been climbing up the ladder faster than I have...

"It's just a little bit of progress, not a big breakthrough."

Putting away the Four Symbols Bow, Yang Yu exhaled a breath of turbid air, and felt that the true energy in his body was flowing and more lively than before.

The breakthrough in archery may be accidental, but in essence, it is because his foundation is already solid enough.

The practice of archery, in addition to talent, is to practice more.

Compared with ordinary people, through the gluttony, he almost does not need to care about the consumption of physical strength and true energy in food.

After ten years of archery practice, the arrows shot are no less than those of others who practiced day and night for decades.

"I don't know when others can 'gain something'..."

The tone of the last four words was much heavier. Qin Si was a little annoyed. His martial arts talent was really poor.

I still remember that when we first met, Yang Yu and I were at the same level of blood exchange, but in just a few years, I barely broke through to the third level of foundation building.

Brother Yang has already stepped through the fifth level of foundation building, achieved the Qi and Blood Furnace, and has also forged the Hundred Meridians. His true Qi is harmonious and he can start to break the Hundred Acupoints.

His strength is even comparable to that of a top grandmaster.

The gap was so big that she felt a little depressed every time she thought about it. How could she catch up...

"There will be such a day, and it won't be too long."

Yang Yu smiled and comforted his sister.

And this is not just comfort.

Including the previous one, he has refined the 'Five Zang Guan' recipe seven times. Although he didn't find the ginseng fruit, he got a lot of spiritual energy.

Since he had discussed Taoism with Zhenyan Taoist many times, Yang Yu naturally knew that even the great master who could enter the state of unity of man and nature every day.

The spiritual energy that can be absorbed in a year is no more than one hundred strands.

For those with slightly worse martial arts talent like Yunni Taoist, it is not even more than a dozen or dozens a year.

In other words, what he got from refining the Five Zang Guan recipe seven times is already comparable to Yunni Taoist's daily hard practice for more than 20 years.

And this is still referring to the top great master who can enter the state of unity of man and nature every day and is one step away from the martial arts saint!

In fact, there are many great masters in this world who may not be able to reach the state of unity of man and nature even after several years or even dozens of years.

For them, a wisp of spiritual energy may be the result of dozens of years of work!

Yang Yu is far from opening the gate of the mysterious world, but this spiritual energy will not be wasted at all. After more than a year of nurturing, his bones, physique, and true energy have made great progress.

The biggest benefit is that he has noticed the progress of his own magical powers, not only the "melting gold and forging the body" that has benefited the most, but also Tongyou.

The cultivation of Tongyou lies in the teasing of fate, but spiritual energy is the root of magical powers.

More importantly, after being nourished by spiritual energy, he finally grasped the veins of Tongyou's advancement.

Luck!

Tongyou is the magical power of "controlling fate". Only by constantly teasing, changing, and controlling fate can the magical power be upgraded.

"You can only deceive others."

Qin Si muttered, but didn't care too much.

On the wall of the courtyard, Taoist Zhenyan poked his head out:

"There is a master coming uninvited, do you want to go by yourself, or do you want me to go and take a look?"

"Don't worry, I will just go and take a look."

Yang Prison bowed slightly.

The threat from the imperial court has not really receded. Emperor Qianheng's desire to lead a personal expedition has been spread throughout the world. Nie Longtian's multiple appearances in the past few months have proven that this rumor is true.

Under such circumstances, he naturally didn't want the old man to worry too much.

"That's fine."

The old Taoist nodded and said nothing more.

After comforting Qin Si for a few words, Yang Yu changed into his military uniform, put away his two-edged sword, and kicked back the big black dog that wanted to follow.

He left the palace alone.

Over the past year, his reputation has grown bigger and bigger, and his every move has been noticed. Although he doesn't care, he doesn't want to cause riots in the city.

In the past half year, whenever he went out, he would often change his outfit.

The wind and snow are getting heavier, but there are many pedestrians on the long street. Many people are hoarding charcoal in case this winter is as long as last year.

Yang Yu walked slowly by, not forgetting to ask about the prices of several stores. Knowing that no one was hoarding them, he didn't stay too long.

Slowly arrived at Liuhe Building.

Liuhe Tower was in full swing, with all kinds of noisy discussions. On the second floor, Li Dao felt something and turned his eyes.

I saw a young man with a handsome face slowly approaching. He was not tall or strong. He was wearing a close-fitting military robe and had no other decorations.

There is no trace of martial arts in him, but he looks like a scholar who has read poetry and books.

He sat down directly, causing two middle-aged Taoists to look at each other coldly, but before he could get angry, Taoist Li called him to him:

"Why do you dare to be so presumptuous now that you have seen the King of the Northwest who has been talking about you all this time?"

King of the Northwest? !

Taoist Li's voice was neither high nor low, but the expressions of the two middle-aged Taoists changed with horror. They subconsciously took a few steps back and grasped the swords at their waists.

The King of the Northwest is of course not Zhang Xuanyi.

One year has passed, and almost everyone knows about the shocking changes in the Northwest Road. How many people in the world are unaware that the Northwest Road has changed hands?

Yang Yu did not claim the title of king, but King of the Northwest had replaced the Beheading Sword and became his nickname among the people in the world.

Yang Yu naturally didn't care about the reaction of the two people. He took the gourd and poured a glass of wine, but it was the monkey wine he brought with him:

"What do you call the old Taoist Priest?"

"The common surname is Li, but there is no Taoist name. The prince can just call him Taoist Li, or he can be an old miscellaneous person."

Li Daoren grinned.

"The Taoist master is really easy to practice, easy to practice..."

Yang Yu's eyes narrowed and he looked slightly moved.

This old man was shriveled and thin, and looked like he would collapse in the wind. However, when he smiled slightly, he could see that his white teeth were as smooth as snow, all waiting for him.

There are as many as forty!

This is the symbol of the Dzogchen of Buddhism. The only one that Yang Yu has ever seen in his life has this appearance is the Fighting Buddha and the Moon that he saw in the illusion of Wanxiang Mountain.

After that, even the great Zen Master Xujing, who seemed to be no less skilled in horizontal training, still lacked fullness.

And the old Taoist priest in front of him actually has the appearance of a great master of Buddhism...

"Measly means are not worthy of the prince's eyes."

Li Daoren took a deep breath, looked at the wine glass in Yang Yu's hand, and his eyelids twitched slightly:

"This wine..."

It wasn't just Li Daoren. A glass of monkey wine had already attracted the attention of all the drinkers on the second floor before Yang Yu had even entered.

"What kind of wine is this?"

After drinking all the wine in the cup, he turned his palm and the wine gourd disappeared from everyone's eyes. Yang Yu looked at the old Taoist:

"Taoist Li, Taoist Li... In recent decades, there seems to be no such figure as the old Taoist priest in the world.

On the contrary, more than a hundred years ago, there was a pyrotechnical monk in Lanke Temple who was hunted down for stealing relics. Later, he changed his name and became a disciple of the Seven Kills Shrine..."

"It is said that it is Your Excellency?"

More than a hundred years ago? !

The group of drinkers whose attention was attracted by the monkey wine couldn't help but gasped when they heard this. Even those who realized it later realized that something was wrong.

The smarter ones have already slipped out of the door.

"More than a hundred years have passed, and I can't believe that anyone still remembers the old way..."

Li Daoren let out a long sigh, his voice filled with memories and sadness, but also with appreciation:

"Just one name can reveal the foundation of the old way. No wonder you will be the next master of the Seven Kills Palace..."

Wow~

When these words were spoken, there was an uproar on the second floor. No matter how brave the person was, his scalp felt numb and he did not dare to stay any longer.

Even the stubborn ones among them couldn't bear the increasingly heavy and depressing atmosphere and staggered downstairs.

"oh?"

Yang Yu was shocked but calm. He didn't answer or ask. He just looked at the old guy who was nearly two hundred years old indifferently.

"The rules of the Seven Kills Palace are that the strong are respected. You killed Ma Longtu because his skills were inferior to others. No one will seek revenge from you..."

The old Taoist drank his tea slowly, and when his peripheral vision glanced at him, he was a little disappointed. The person in front of him did not look moved at all. On the contrary, he looked a little strange.

When looking at people, look at fate first. This has been Yang Yu's habit for many years.

This old Taoist possesses a rare treasure, but it is obviously no match for the Heavenly Eye. Before long, his fate has been revealed.

And one of them made Yang Yu couldn't help but think of the big black dog that should be having fun in the house at this moment...

[Early birth of Huafa]

Does Huafa mean white hair?

Well, good night everyone. This volume is coming to an end, a little slower... There should be more, but I'm not sure, so don't scold me if there isn't...