Ning Fengzhi was absent-minded along the way, and Li Tianyi could see clearly from the side.

This is an ambition, and you can see your wisdom and martial arts, but you just lack a little talent and strength.

Li Tianyi sighed softly in his heart. If Ning Fengzhi really treated him sincerely, he would definitely help the other party in the future.

At this time, a sword light shot from a high altitude from a distance, and the old man in white clothes fell down lightly.

"Old Chen!"

Li Tianyi took the lead and greeted him.

Jian Douluo nodded, his sharp eyes slightly softened.

"Uncle Jian?" Ning Fengzhi stepped forward and asked with a little help.

Jian Douluo hesitated and replied: "I felt an extraordinary aura in the sect and followed him out."

"Oh?" Gu Douluo raised his eyebrows and looked over.

Seeing Ning Fengzhi talking, Jian Douluo raised his hand and smiled bitterly: "Don't ask me, I don't know. I didn't find any special discoveries after chasing me for a long time. I just felt a force far beyond me."

"Far beyond your power, Uncle Jian? You won't be another peerless Douluo." Ning Fengzhi's expression became ugly.

Jian Douluo shook his head and said solemnly: "I'm afraid it's more than that."

At this time, Li Tianyi could almost confirm his guess. What the young man said before his death should be the Rakshasa God.

But how could a soul emperor have the chance to run around with the power of Rakshasa God? This is very strange.

It seems that the inheritance of Rakshasa God is only in Bibidong's hands. Could it be that something happened to her?

Li Tian was a little nervous at first, and he thought of Ning Fengzhi's previous talk about Bibi Dong being stabbed by an old man from the Fengjian Sect with a sword.

He was not that worried at first, after all, Bibi Dong was always hiding his strength, and how could his strong twin martial soul be really injured by someone with a sword?

If you look at it this way now, I'm afraid there is really something wrong with the Spirit Hall.

Could it be that Qian Daoliu, the old thief, couldn't help but take action? Li Tianyi's teeth paused.

Without the mood to wander around like this, Li Tianyi bowed to Ning Fengzhi and said goodbye and left.

As soon as he walked into his spacious bedroom, he was about to close the door when one hand suddenly stopped him.

"Old Chen?" Li Tianyi looked at the visitor in surprise.

The old man in white clothes said, "Don't you invite me in and chat?"

Hum? Chen has changed his temperament?

When he was used to the old man's indifferent attitude for many years, the other party suddenly asked to chat with him, but Li Tianyi was a little uncomfortable.

Li Tianyi looked at Jian Douluo sitting straight on the sofa opposite and asked, "Are you?"

A sword light flashed in Jian Douluo's eyes and he simply said, "I asked this when I watched you fight two days ago. Do you only know how to use your fists and feet?"

"Cough cough" Li Tianyi understood what the other party was here for. This was a provocation to punish him.

Imagine you taught a person six years of sword skills, but this guy ended up only hitting people with his fists and feet. Are you angry?

As soon as Li Tian figured out this place, he hurriedly explained: "Don't be anxious!"

After saying that, Li Tian walked to the bed together, pulled out a wooden sword that had been cut from the cabinet, and walked neatly to the martial arts practice area inside the house.

Li Tianyi immediately held the sword in one hand and crossed his chest, and his pupils focused tightly on the wooden sword.

There was no sonorous sword sound, and no sword spirit emerged. There was only a young man who was extremely focused on the sword and devoted himself to the drill.

The most basic sword moves are displayed bit by bit between Li Tianyi's horizontal sword opening and closing.

It looked very ordinary, but Jian Douluo, who was sitting on the chair, began to undergo subtle changes in his eyes.

Li Tianyi's sword dance was getting faster and faster, and the wooden sword gradually rubbed against the air and produced a "hiss" sound, and an inexplicable temperament began to brew on the boy.

"Bang!"

The wooden sword made a mournful cry, as if it could not bear the gradual acceleration force, and it broke down in response to the sound.

Li Tianyi's concentration was broken.

Looking at the broken wooden sword in his hand, a trace of depression flashed in his eyes, but he hoped to get comments from Jian Douluo than this.

Jian Douluo stared at Li Tianyi, and his usually indifferent face suddenly smiled, his eyes full of satisfaction, and said, "Good boy, you are beyond my expectations."

Li Tianyi has been practicing sword skills for many years in private and has never been exposed in front of others. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel sweet when he heard Jian Douluo's comments.

He raised his empty left hand and touched his head embarrassedly, "You didn't dislike me as a disabled person at the beginning. I demonstrated swordsmanship to me every day, but I don't tell you the truth that I've recovered."

Jian Douluo looked at Li Tianyi and said seriously: "Do you think these are important?"

"I..."

"I shouldn't hide it from you."

Jian Douluo replied calmly: "I only know that I want to teach, I am willing to teach, that's all."

"As for whether you can learn or not, it's your own problem."

Hearing this, Li Tianyi felt a different feeling in his heart at this moment, and he couldn't say what it felt like.

Jian Douluo didn't say much, got up and walked out of the door, and Li Tianyi hurriedly followed him to see him off.

Before leaving, Jian Douluo looked up and down at Li Tianyi and said, "I am really relieved to see you look like this now, but it's a pity..."

Before he finished speaking, Jian Douluo sighed and hurriedly left.

Looking at the departure of Baiyi, Li Tianyi touched his nose. He knew what Mr. Chen hadn't finished saying.

Did you think that your martial soul has mutated and destroyed?

Li Tianyi shook his head and smiled bitterly, and a flash of light on his right hand appeared, and a simple and unpretentious "small iron piece" with no material.

After absorbing multiple soul rings, the "small iron plate" has obviously expanded its body shape. It can be seen that it is deriveting towards a complete sword.

Li Tianyi tried to use his soul power to transport it to the "little iron piece", and suddenly a huge murderous intent emerged from the room.

"Swoosh!"

Li Tianyi took back the iron piece and said with a bitter face, "I'm losing my blood. I'm in exchange for two top-level weapons and martial souls to get this broken thing."

"I said you boy, don't get Jinshan and cry and tell others that you have no money!" Aging sound suddenly came from the ring.

Li Tianyi stared at the ring fiercely and gritted his teeth and said, "Come on, then explain to me where my gold mountain is."

"I can only remind you two points. First, call out its real name and it can help you take action once. Second, your two martial souls have been eaten!"

"Can you give me some clarity!" Li Tianyi said angrily.

"Oh, why are you not a three-life martial soul? You are still one short, one short..."

A few whispers came from the ring, and soon there was no movement.

"I..." Li Tianyi had a cold face and wanted to swear.

Haha, I won't say anything.

We still follow the original plan, and take advantage of the full moon night to get a soul beast that was 100,000 years old, and then turn around and intercept Hu Tangsan.

If you can't get enough strength, you really feel insecure. Not to mention saving others, you will easily get up at any time.

Calling for your real name, calling you a big-headed ghost!

There are so many Chinese immortal swords, do you want me to recite them one by one?

Reciting one by one? Li Tianyi seemed to grasp the key points and repeated them again.

"Tsk tsk, I'm really a clever guy!"
Chapter completed!