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Li Qingshan finally understood why Qing Niu didn't like that brilliant knife, and even dismissed the flying dragon swords that ordinary people used as magic weapons. Compared with real spiritual weapons, they are indeed inferior products. .
If Xiong Xiangwu used this spiritual weapon, it would be him who died here today. However, ordinary people who practice martial arts can see inspiration. The antique paintings and calligraphy here are not collected by the old man Xiong Xiangwu, but the second master dressed as a scribe. He can see that this calligraphy is a bit extraordinary, but what is more extraordinary. , I can't tell.
Even if you can see the extraordinary, the inner strength of the ordinary warrior can't use the spirit weapon at all. When Xiong Xiangwu uses the talisman, he has to bite the tip of his tongue and use his hard work to activate. And once the scroll was rolled up, there was no light on it, which made Li Qingshan cheaper.
Qing Niu said: "This spiritual weapon does not seem to be complete, but only a part."
Li Qingshan saw that many strokes were interrupted at the edge of the paper, as if they had been cut apart.
Qing Niu's eyes are extraordinary: "This spiritual tool doesn't seem to have been refined deliberately, but it is more like hand-painted, blending sword energy into the edge of the pen to inspire sword energy. If you have the intention, you may be able to get it In it, a set of sword techniques was realized. Moreover, once ordinary spiritual weapons are cut, they will be destroyed. The book is a calligrapher, but there are really some methods."
Li Qingshan understands the temperament of Qingniu, which has always been bullish, saying that "some means" is already a terrific evaluation, so he examined the calligraphy more carefully, hoping to realize the sword technique.
Originally thought that Shi Potian could understand the "Xia Ke Xing" by the illiterate identity, he should have some advantages as a semi-illiterate, but he seemed to see nothing, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt awe-inspiring. , Only to give up.
Xiao An stared at the scroll, the blood flames flickering, and suddenly picked up a scroll on the ground and started dancing. The wind in the treasury suddenly picked up, and the scroll brought up an afterimage, making a "swish" breaking through the air, as if the scroll in Xiao An's hand was not the scroll, but The real sword.
The appearance of the little skull dancing with the scrolls was supposed to be weird and ridiculous, but in Li Qingshan's eyes, he could vaguely see an elegant swordsman who danced with swords in all directions. He couldn't help muttering: "All fairy tales are deceptive. "
What illiterate learns martial arts fast, all nonsense!
Qing Niu glanced at Li Qingshan, and said, "Savvy!"
Li Qingshan believes that his comprehension is not very bad, and he has made great progress in practicing "Bull Demon Vigorous Fist". He has also been praised by Qingniu. If it is not his own problem, then it can only be said that Xiao An's savvy is really high against the sky, of course. , Maybe it's because you know how to calligraphy.
After Xiao'an danced the last pose, he decided to take the sword, and the scroll was broken and turned into dust, and then looked at Li Qingshan. Although he couldn't even make an expression, the blood flame clearly flickered with the emotion of "come to praise me".
Li Qingshan touched his skull: "So smart!"
Xiao An immediately became happy. Seeing Li Qingshan was a little bit shocked, he wrote in the palm of his hand: "I teach you!"
Li Qingshan smiled and said, "Well, it seems that I have more things to learn, but I'll find a new home for you now!" From those antique bottles, I found a thick porcelain altar and weighed it out: "It seems too small. NS."
Xiao'an broke into bones again, and flew in, shocking Li Qingshan. He looked into the porcelain altar. A small skull and a pair of blood flames were staring at him.
Well, I thought it was weird enough to raise a kid, but now it seems to be getting more and more weird, he said, "Good night!" He sealed the porcelain altar.
Li Qingshan lifted the porcelain altar, stuffed the silver ticket into his arms, brought out only this pair of scrolls, then closed the secret room again, and finally found out the kerosene. In addition to the granary and warehouse, he spilled it on the various camps and put aside one. Put the fire.
In ancient times, killing and arson were linked together.
Even in the wind and snow, the fire spread rapidly, and in an instant a huge fire ignited, and Li Qingshan's cheeks were also bright red.
Li Qingshan spilled wine and oil on the corpse mountain again, and no one knew whether these corpses whose blood was drawn by Xiaoan would show others any flaws, and they simply burned.
On the mountain road, the thief team finally approached Heifengzhai after a difficult night march.
When the yellow diseased tiger thought it was too late, suddenly the sky was red, and he was shocked: "Is it?" He immediately ordered: "Speed up the march!" Crossing a mountain ridge, the yellow diseased tiger was stunned, and Liu Hong was also stunned. All the people who lived, and even caught up with them to catch up with the mountain beam, could not speak.
Unbelievable, the murderous Heifengzhai is burning, burning into a sea of flames.
"Is that the person who did this?" This question arose in everyone's hearts.
After the astonishment, the team rushed down the mountain ridge as fast as possible, came to Heifengzhai, hesitated through the broken gate, and then saw a scene they would never forget in this life.
In a sea of fire, the heavy snow on the square was stained bright red by blood and flames, with various broken weapons inserted. Li Qingshan sat in the middle of the repair, and behind him was the burning corpse mountain.
Four to five hundred people stopped, Huang Binghu and Liu Hong were no exception. This young man exuded an aura that made people dare not approach, like a demon god.
Li Qingshan opened his eyes: "You are here!" Two groups of fire reflected in his clear eyes, but it made people feel that the fire was burning from the bottom of his heart.
No one answered him!
Li Qingshan killed people, set fires, and tried using a device. He was completely exhausted from his energy, physical strength and true energy. When he sat down, he felt a deep fatigue. He simply meditated and rested. In this sea of fire, he could rest. The best place for him is in this open space, even he himself didn't expect such an impact on others.
As an ordinary person, Ye Dachuan did not experience as much as Liu Hong, the yellow sick tiger. He stepped forward and said, "This... this is all you did?" But he never dared to put his eyes on the dead mountain behind Li Qingshan, hot. Feeling, the smell of barbecue makes him dizzy.
Li Qingshan nodded and jumped up, "Li Qingshan Ping Heifeng Village is here, and he lives up to his promise to the people of Woniu Village, to the adults, and to himself!"
Huang Binghu and Liu Hong noticed the horror of the crossbow scattered among the blades of the ground. They knew the horror of this thing best.
What martial arts is it that gives him such strength! Liu Hong asked himself that he couldn't do Li Qingshan's way. Even if the bandits were motionless and lined up to fight him, he would be exhausted, not to mention the bandits still wielding various weapons, and there were many masters sitting around.
Liu Hong looked at the gourd on the waist of Li Qingshan, thinking he had guessed something, but when he touched Li Qingshan's eyes, he quickly moved away.
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