Yan Zhaoge looked at Sikong Qing and smiled slightly.

Regarding Sikong Qing's idea, Yan Zhaoge did not object.

After all, this is a world that belongs to martial artists, and when one person has the ability to push horizontally, everything else is pale.

The simplest example, Demon Saint Yuan Tian, does not need to have other means, others standing there is a deterrent.

In the current Eight Great Worlds, a martial saint has the ability and capital to ignore most rules, and many times, only the existence of the same level can restrain him.

As Sikong Qing said, she felt powerless, more because her cultivation was still low.

In fact, it's no wonder that she, compared to her age and cultivation time, she has already surpassed countless people, but she was caught up in a situation that her current cultivation strength could not deal with.

The tragedy of most people in this world actually stems from this.

In a sense, Yan Zhaoge is in the same situation, but he has other countermeasures.

It is precisely because he can always solve the problems that his current cultivation strength cannot cope with, so Yan Zhaoge has today's status and prestige.

Yan Zhaoge looked at Sikong Qing and said: "Previously, you went out to practice, although someone took it, but in general, it will not care about you until it is a matter of life and death, and the sect also considers the effect of exercise." ”

Sikong Qing said: "Despite this, there is always a dependency in our hearts. ”

She looked at the waterfall in the distance and listened to the rumbling sound of water: "Senior Sister Feng can have today, and it is very important to have a career of wandering alone and being chased and killed by others for the past two years." ”

"Although, that's not a good thing. ”

Yan Zhaoge knew what Sikong Qing said. It has nothing to do with Feng Yunsheng's Taiyin body, as well as the cold marrow needle, the Taiyin True Scripture or anything.

She was referring to Feng Yunsheng's strong strength that far surpassed his peers.

On the one hand, there is talent. On the one hand, it is also experience, Feng Yunsheng's actual combat fighting ability. Far stronger than the vast majority of martial artists of the same realm.

As far as Yan Zhaoge knows, Feng Yunsheng and Sikong Qing are both disciples of Fu Enshu, and they often have to learn from each other.

This pair of sisters is also very interesting, Feng Yunsheng called Sikong Qing "Senior Sister Sikong", and Sikong Qing called Feng Yunsheng "Senior Sister Feng".

Of course, there is no contradiction between the two, and there is no meaning of-for-tat.

Feng Yunsheng was because he started late, so he called Sikong Qing, who was younger than him, his senior sister.

And Sikong Qing called Feng Yunsheng a senior sister. The reason is simple.

There is no enmity or resentment between the same door, and there is no life and death fight, but in the same realm, Feng Yunsheng has always been slightly better in the competition.

If it is a decisive battle, Feng Yunsheng's advantage will be even greater.

Yan Zhaoge had no intention of interfering with Sikong Qing's decision, and said with a smile: "You have this idea, and you are also dedicated to martial arts and hard work. Naturally, I don't have an opinion, and I can't say anything to others, but for you, it may indeed be a feasible way. ”

"Still. First, you'd better ask Master Fu's opinion before making a decision, and second. Even if you want to leave, you have to wait for the ancestor to come out. It's better to talk about it after the dust settles, and it's been an eventful time lately. ”

Sikong Qing listened. Nodding his head, he said, "What Senior Brother Yan said is reasonable, I understand." ”

She bowed to Yan Zhaoge and said goodbye and left.

Yan Zhaoge looked at Sikong Qing's back and sighed a little: "Who can stand out?"

Shaking his head, Yan Zhaoge returned to his residence.

When it comes to cultivating hard and improving his own strength and realm, Yan Zhaoge's self-motivation has never been weaker than others.

Don't look at the infinite scenery he has been doing these days, and he has accomplished many great things that grandmasters and martial artists can't do, but Yan Zhaoge's urgent desire to improve his own strength is stronger than most people.

Returning to the quiet room, Yan Zhaoge sat cross-legged, the qi in his body was constantly breathing, and a spiritual light rose to the sky above his head.

Raising his left hand, Yan Zhaoge examined the magic mark on the back of his hand, and continued to figure out and study the artistic conception of the power in it.

In the dantian, the chaotic air mass was still hazy.

After Yan Zhaoge breathed for a while, the spiritual light above his head gradually converged, and he took out something.

It was a mirror-like stone shard, opaque and dusty.

But when Yan Zhaoge's gaze fell on it, there seemed to be a faint light flashing on the surface of the stone piece, reflecting Yan Zhaoge's face.

It was the Destiny Immortal Stone that Yan Zhaoge had obtained in the exotic space where Hesan lived before his death.

The function of this treasure is also the function that was known to the general public before the great destruction, which is to reflect the running line of the Gang Qi when people practice, and present it to others to see.

In other words, the main role is actually to teach the apprentices.

When the elders of the sect perform their own exercises, they present the running route of Gang Qi with the immortal stone according to their orders, and give a demonstration to the younger generation, so that they can observe and comprehend.

But Yan Zhaoge knew that this treasure had other uses.

He stretched out his finger and gently scratched on the surface of the fairy stone, writing a vein, and the surface of the stone suddenly presented a different light and shadow scene.

The originally gray stone flakes gradually began to become clear and transparent at this moment, like crystal, like a real mirror.

The aura above Yan Zhaoge's head rose again, but there was also an image rising in the aura, which looked very unique.

In the following days, Yan Zhaoge once again began his own cultivation days.

Throughout the day, he either practiced by himself and kept accumulating to prepare for the impact on the Great Grandmaster realm, or he could figure out the magic mark on the back of his left hand, or further use the inner crystal furnace to create a broken magic arrow.

Time flies, and some days have passed since the retreat of the old head Yuan Zhengfeng.

The internal operation of Guangcheng Mountain is as usual, Yan Di has completely entered the role, and in the outside world, whether it is the Great Sun Holy Sect or the Absolute Abyss, there is no big action for the time being.

At this moment, it was as if everyone was united, looking forward to the success of Yuan Zhengfeng and the exit after successfully stepping into the realm of martial saints.

But whether it is Yan Zhaoge, Yan Di and others, they all know that all this is just an illusion, just the last tranquility before the storm.

One day, Yan Zhao Ge sat quietly in the house, and the surface of the crystal clear fairy stone in front of him was already covered with cracks, like fine spider webs.

Yan Zhaoge's expression was calm, and he stretched out his finger and put a little on the immortal stone.

The crystal-like stone flakes shattered silently, reduced to finely crushed powder, and then turned into dust, dissipating into the air as if they had never existed.

And Yan Zhaoge had a spiritual light on his head, and the light was great.

All over his body, in every acupoint, there seemed to be light shining outward.

Yan Zhaoge's whole person was bathed in brilliance, and the illusory aura seemed to turn into real auspicious clouds, setting off his body.

The bright spiritual light above his head began to slowly retract Yan Zhao Ge Heavenly Spirit at this time, and the light emitted up and down his body was even more intense.

Today, Yan Zhaoge is officially moving towards the realm of the Great Grandmaster!(To be continued.) )