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Out of the six gates station, hearing the earth-shattering roar behind them, the two Su Qinian brothers glanced at each other and laughed loudly.

"Happy!"

Su Qiming shouted: "Something like a dog, to be able to practice to this point today, it is really blind in heaven." ”

Su Qinian's eyes were deep, from the moment Ouyang Jue walked out of the main hall just now, he smelled a bit of an unusual aura, and he didn't know how much deceit was brewing in it.

But now, except for the top Yuan Shen figures, with the Retirement Sword on his side, he is really fearless.

What's more, on the road of cultivation, Su Qinian has never had the luxury of hoping for a smooth road, people in the martial arts practice to fight for their lives, in fact, they are also going against the sky, he adheres to the true intention of retiring his life, and obeys the heavens, but he is just conforming to good and evil, good and evil are in mind, in addition, he is also on the road of fighting against the sky.

North Sea Frontier, cannon fodder battalion.

It was an old-looking camp, lacking repairs, full of dilapidated stone houses, and the first thing you could smell here was a heavy smell of blood.

"Begging Ming!"

Su Qiannian and the others walked into the cannon fodder camp, and the eyes of countless prisoners on probation and death row lit up, and they all smiled, Su Qinian saw it in his eyes, and in these smiles, he did not notice much impurity.

It seems that between life and death, people can often refine a lot of red dust, a lot less sophisticated, and a lot more sincere.

There are a lot of wounded in the cannon fodder camp, there are wounded everywhere, missing arms and legs are often visible, and some people are wailing, but there is really not much wounded medicine here.

"Because it is a cannon fodder battalion, survival here has always been the least valued, as long as the living can be fed and not die, as for the wounded, if they can be saved, they will be saved, and if they can't be saved, they will be put aside. ”

Su Qiming said in a deep voice, this is the cannon fodder camp, and even speaking of which, as long as you don't kill each other, no one will care if you live or die.

Su Qiannian groaned slightly, his mind moved, and his spiritual will penetrated into the depths of the void.

Rumble!

The next moment, the entire cannon fodder camp was in the air, and from the depths of the void, a waterfall of heaven and earth origin qi fell down.

"Oh my God, this is the Qi of Heaven and Earth!"

"Meditate! replenish your true qi and restore your qi and blood!"

Countless cannon fodder camp probation death row prisoners were surprised, after a short period of noise, almost everyone sat down cross-legged, breathing, which is no less than a creation for many probation death row prisoners, in the cannon fodder camp, although every time the demon master attacked, they were at the forefront, but the final division of the demon flesh and blood was the least, and the stomach was still reluctant, if you want to promote cultivation, it is very reluctant to rely on the supply in the army alone.

The misty Heaven and Earth Origin Qi took on a color similar to chaos, falling from the depths of the void.

It is the spiritual will of Su Qiannian that can achieve this step, although the cannon fodder battalion has suffered heavy losses, there are still thousands of people, and it is not something that ordinary martial arts powerhouses can do.

Taking a deep breath and looking at the scene in front of him, Su Qiming sighed endlessly, if it weren't for the tragic change in his Su family, he would not have reached this North Sea Frontier land, maybe he was still a young man who relied on martial arts step by step to embark on a career in office, but he would only understand a truth when he really arrived at this North Sea Frontier land.

On paper, it is shallow.

He has no regrets about his original decision, and sooner or later such encounters and experiences will become a part of his cultivation path, continue to accumulate, and finally bloom into the most brilliant flower of cultivation.

After half a stick of incense.

Su Qiannian put away his spiritual will, his face was slightly pale, but he quickly returned to normal, so as to provide thousands of people with breath and breath, fortunately, there are not many second-rate Dragon and Tiger Realm masters among them, with his current spiritual cultivation, he can only support it, no matter how long it is, it will be difficult to continue.

But it was enough, the half-burnt incense was poured with the Qi of Heaven and Earth, and many of the injured in the cannon fodder camp breathed a sigh of relief, stopped their injuries, and began to improve, some of the injuries were relatively light, and they were basically no major problems.

At this time, many death row prisoners on probation in the cannon fodder camp looked at Su Qinian's eyes, and in addition to awe, they were more grateful.

Even in the cannon fodder camp, many people don't want to die, some of them are afraid of death, some are really unforgivable, and many are implicated, they are suffering here, just to be released from prison one day, in the Central Plains, there are still relatives waiting for them.

On this day, Su Qinian lived in the cannon fodder camp, which belonged to Su Qiming's stone house.

The furnishings of the stone house are simple, a simple wooden bed, a wooden table, two stools, a pair of dishes and chopsticks, and a few sets of small changes of clothes.

Su Qinian's heartstrings beat, this is where the eldest brother Su Qiming has been staying for almost a whole year, and then thinking of his parents who are still in the prison of Tianlao Street in Chang'an City, I am afraid that it is even worse than here.

At this moment, Su Qinian felt that time was unprecedentedly urgent, and every breath that passed was a torment.

This night, the two brothers didn't sleep, Su Qiannian knew that he couldn't stay here too much, Qingyang Peak was just established, as the peak master, he still had a lot to do.

After careful consideration, Su Qiannian passed the first four layers of the "Ecstasy Dafa" to the eldest brother Su Qiming, as well as one of the "Soul Deterrence Techniques", as for the fifth level, it has not been taught for the time being, not to mention the difficulties in breaking through the fifth layer, even this "Ecstasy Dafa" is also incomplete, Su Qiannian does not know what will happen to the end of the practice, but in his opinion, the first four layers should not be a big problem, which can greatly improve the spiritual power of his brother and build a solid barrier on the way of spiritual defense.

In the end, Su Qinian used all his strength to condense a furnace of light, attracting a wisp of breath from the heart of one-third of time, opening up a void and handing it over to Su Qiming.

With this furnace of light, with Su Qinian's cultivation as a force, this furnace of light condensed, once it is urged, it will be difficult to beat it below the third step of the ordinary Mixed Yuan Realm, which can be regarded as a use for self-defense for the elder brother.

The hour soon came.

Before the morning sun rose, Su Qinian walked out of the stone house, walked out of the cannon fodder camp, and left without looking back.

Although he really wanted to take his brother away, but he really couldn't, at the same time, he was even more determined to practice and promote, if the five-year period expired, and he still couldn't overturn the case for his Su Mansion, then not only the parents in the prison, but also the eldest brother Su Qiming in the Beihai cannon fodder camp, would not be able to escape death.

Now, he has taken a solid step forward, succeeding to the position of the peak master of Wudang Qingyang Peak, and his identity and status are there, but after knowing that he has to face the one in the Qiankun arsenal, Su Qinian understands that it is far from enough, his cultivation force is still too weak, and only by promoting to the first-class realm and reaching the twenty-first sword of the Retirement Sword can he have the power to reverse the Yuan Shen.

At that time, he will really live up to his name, and he will have enough confidence to enter the Beijing Face Saint, and he will no longer have shortcomings on his body.

And until Su Qiannian left the Beihai Frontier, none of the marching chiefs in the Beihai Navy spoke, and Su Qiannian naturally understood that sitting in Beihai, these marching chiefs did not want to get involved in the grievances and grievances of the DPRK.

Before leaving, Su Qiannian went to Shiying again and handed over the lotus iron to the lord Shi Qian.

Jingdao, Shangluo Prefecture, Zhen'an County.

After leaving Beihai, Su Qinian entered Beijing Road all the way and wanted to return to Hubei Province.

Zhen'an County is a county town closest to Beihai in Jingdao, the city wall here is majestic, very rough, there are many people in the rivers and lakes in the martial arts, and there are many caravans.

Although the North Sea is barren and the vegetation on the Great Gobi is sparse and full of frozen soil, it also produces some precious herbs and some rare beasts, which can be sold for a good price with half a scale and half a claw.

All the way through Beihai, Su Qiannian walked into Zhen'an County, ready to stay for an hour or two to rest and recuperate, and recover some of the lost true qi and spirit.

However, just a few steps after he walked into the gate of Zhen'an County, he saw a large group of onlookers, most of whom were from the Jianghu martial arts, and there were also a few people from the caravan, accompanied by guards.

As soon as Su Qinian's mental power moved, he saw everything clearly.

In the center of the crowd, there was a loose cultivator in the rivers and lakes, about the age of confusion, standing there at this time, holding a sheathed long sword in his arms, dressed very shabby, but there were fluctuations in the true qi of the inner family, although it was not very profound, but it also had the realm of third-rate Xiaocheng.

With this true qi cultivation, although many people in the martial arts of the rivers and lakes who were watching flashed their eyes, they did not have the slightest intention of doing anything.

"Three hundred years of periwinkle! Or ten thousand taels of snow silver! I'll just change those two. ”

The middle-aged Sanxiu's voice was a little hurried, he looked around, and said sincerely: "It's not urgent, this family heirloom traceless sword, I can send it to the easy sale, and at least I can sell it for 20,000 taels of snow silver, but I really can't afford to wait, the old mother of the family is seriously ill and needs periwinkle grass to save her life, or which one is willing to pay 10,000 taels of snow silver, Gu is also willing to go out, Gu knows where there is periwinkle, you can buy it yourself." ”

300-year-old periwinkle, or 10,000 taels of snow silver!

Some people in the Jianghu martial arts shook their heads, most of the people here can barely make up more than 1,000 taels of snow silver, but they can't take it out at all.

I couldn't see anyone talking, the middle-aged casual cultivator was a little anxious, and with a bang, he pulled out the sword in his arms, like a pool of autumn water, sparkling, the blade was snowy, and the whole body was light blue.

"Let's take a look, this Yingshui Sword is a traceless sword that has been passed down for decades, in terms of material, it is close to the peak of the lower traceless, even if it is an ordinary transaction, it will cost at least 18,000 taels of snow silver. ”

The middle-aged casual cultivator spared no effort to speak, his eyes focused on a few onlookers in the caravan, most of these caravans came from famous families or martial arts families, and their foundations were deep, for ordinary Jianghu casual cultivators, 10,000 taels of snow silver was a sky-high price, but for these caravans who dared to walk the North Sea, it was not much of a price.

And at the moment when this middle-aged cultivator drew his sword, a flash of light flashed in Su Qinian's eyes. (Ask for a monthly pass recommendation ticket, the starting point genuine subscription is the greatest support for the ten steps!, one more is sent, and there are two more.) (To be continued.) )