Chapter 163
"I know that there is still iron crotch skill in the world. It's like pushing away the clouds and mist to see the blue sky. Only then do I know that I am not alone in my path!"
Am I not alone?
It was because of this iron crotch skill that Qiao Mu regarded me as a fellow disciple of the Hualiu Sword Immortal... It took Qiao Mu a long time to catch up with the Hualiu Sword Immortal's brain circuit.
But at this time, Jian Banxian raised his head and looked up at the sky, looking at the rolling yellow sand desert outside the city.
This city is obscured by the Immortal Dao Formation, and can only see the desert, not the Xi'an Pass beyond the desert, nor the other areas of Kyushu outside the desert.
"In these years, Jiuzhou has been banishing immortals with the Wuwo Sword. It must be very lonely to think about it."
Jian Banxian straightened his hips, ready to move.
Is Jiuzhou lonely or you are lonely? After all, there are no brothels in this city... Qiao Mu cursed.
The Sword Banished Immortal said excitedly: "I, the Sword Banished Immortal, are invincible with my sword, and Brother Qiao is invincible with his crotch skills, which can be considered a match. From today on, Brother Qiao is the half-brother of my Sword Banished Immortal, Lu Yannan!"
"Brothers must also settle accounts openly." Qiao Muxin said that this guy has no mastery at all. Is he afraid that he wants to recognize him as a sworn brother and use his iron crotch skills for nothing?
"I'll just tell you the truth. I want to use this "Iron Crotch Technique" to exchange with you the divine training chapter of Wudang's secret skill "Pure Yang Wuji Technique"."
Jian Banxian was startled.
"That's it. It's just Wudang's secret knowledge. Why do you bother your elder brother to ask for such a trivial matter?" Jian Banxian said with a smile:
"Actually, my eldest brother has already practiced the Wu Sheng Sheng Rhino Art, and has been stuck on the threshold of god refining for many years, right?"
"The Wu Sheng Sheng Rhinoceros Technique is originally a mysterious method for practicing. Although it is not a true divine method, it can also train the mind..."
"Brother, although you have not yet entered the realm of refining the gods, your foundation is actually deeper than the ordinary third-level ones."
"Even if you don't have the God-Refining technique, I think it's just one step away from being able to successfully reach the third level of God-Refining."
Jian Banxian changed his previous cold and arrogant attitude, now he seemed quite kind, and took the initiative to give advice.
In fact, although Qiao Mu was stuck at the threshold of refining the gods for only a few months, it was equivalent to decades for ordinary people, which lasted for most of his life.
Such accumulation is naturally profound.
The two chatted happily in the yard and made a simple agreement.
From today on, Qiao Mu will teach Jian Banxian "Iron Crotch Kung Fu", and Jian Banxian will teach Qiao Mu "Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu" to practice the divine chapter.
"Sword Banished Immortal, speaking of Pure Yang Wuji Kung, there is actually something I don't understand." Qiao Mu took advantage of this opportunity to ask a question lingering in his mind.
"Brother, it doesn't matter what you say. I know everything I want to say, and I hope that eldest brother will treat me the same way." Jian Banxian said.
Qiao Mu said: "Wudang Zhen School's unique Chunyang Wuji Kung Fu can actually be regarded as the most advanced boy's Kung Fu."
"Although the power will not be broken due to the leakage of Yuanyang, if you can maintain the body of a child, your practice will be more effective and you will accumulate deep inner strength."
"And you..." Qiao Mu looked at Jian Banxian suspiciously.
As the Hualiu Sword Immortal who has confidantes all over the world, it is obviously impossible for him to be the body of Yuanyang.
The sword banished immortal smiled freely:
"Big brother has accumulated over a hundred years, and can endure what others cannot endure. I admire the legacy of Wudang founder Zhang Zhenren. Therefore, your inner strength is extremely long and deep."
"But you have your way, and I have mine."
"In my opinion, if yin alone does not arise, yang alone cannot grow, and yin and yang combine to create everything, this is the way of heaven." Jian Banxian said with a smile:
"What you get is long and deep inner strength, and what I get is the way of heaven. It's just that we both have our own gains."
Having said this, an angry voice came from outside the hospital:
"What nonsense are you talking about? You can deceive outsiders with your words, but can you deceive yourself?"
The footsteps came closer and closer, and it turned out that it was Lu Yanbei who walked in with two food boxes containing dishes.
"Second brother, are you here too?" Jian Banxian greeted Lu Yanbei who walked in, and glanced at the two food boxes in his hand:
"Why did you only bring two food boxes and didn't prepare a meal for my eldest brother?"
Lu Yanbei:?
If he couldn't beat him, he would have to teach his old and heartless younger brother a lesson.
However, after he walked into the courtyard gate, he glanced at Qiao Mu calmly and saw that Qiao Mu and Jian Banxian seemed to be having a lively conversation, and the wrinkles on his face unintentionally relaxed a little.
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Military arsenal.
After Qiao Mu left, in the huge library, only Clairvoyant was left reading a book, accompanied by the old man with only half a face left.
Just watching, Clairvoyant suddenly stood up from his seat, his pupils trembling slightly.
From the history of this isolated city, he saw a past event that shocked him.
He quickly left his seat and went to the old man who was dozing in front of the library door. He slapped the heavy history book on the table and asked:
"Isn't it true that no one has ever left this city?"
"Decades ago, there was a child born with heavenly spiritual roots who was sent out by you to worship the Xianmen Dao Sect?"
"Not bad." The old man opened his one eye and explained:
"That child's name is Gu Zhen. He grew up in this city."
"The Tianling Root is one of the top spiritual roots. At that time, General Li Changge wanted the child to join the Dao Sect. In the future, if he learned immortal magic, he might be able to break the siege of this city."
"Even if he is unable to save the siege, this child is innocent after all. If he can worship the Immortal Sect because of his own qualifications, leave this desert, and give him freedom to be alone, it will be considered a good deed."
The old man spoke eloquently, not understanding why the storyteller's clairvoyance suddenly became excited.
"His secular name is Gu Zhen..." Qianliyan's expression was a bit complicated, and he said slowly: "Others may not know, but Tingchao Tower happens to have information about this person." "After he entered the immortal gate, he became a disciple of Elder Qingyi, and his Taoist name was 'Daozhen'." Chapter 192 Siege (3k
Inside the ruined Taoist temple.
"It seems that Brother Qiao has got what he wanted." Lu Yanbei smiled.
At his age, he doesn't care about martial arts.
Qiao Mu's arrival can bring some changes to Jian Zexian, who has been in a slump for 30 years, which is a good thing in his opinion.
Anyway, no matter how it changes, can it be worse than now?
The only thing that makes him a little nervous is that the thing Qiao Mu uses to please him is "Iron Crotch Kung Fu"?
"What's wrong with Iron Crotch Kung Fu?" Jian Zexian is not justified but also strong:
"The kung fu under the crotch is the most difficult to practice."
"Brother Qiao Shuangsen is my reborn parent. I met him too late. If the statue in this Taoist temple had not been smashed by me, I would have dragged him to worship with me anyway. "Big brother? Reborn parents? Your generation is a bit confusing... Qiao Mu complained in his heart. On the contrary, Lu Yanbei looked calm, obviously he was a little accustomed to Jian Zexian's words. This elder brother knew that his younger brother Jian Zexian seemed to be affectionate, but he was a ruthless person. He said Qiao Mu was his reborn parents, not because of the charm of the iron crotch skill. In fact, it was because parents in Jian Zexian's mind did not have as heavy weight as ordinary people saw. His father was the former Minister of Rites, a sanctimonious scholar full of etiquette and morality. It was just an accident that he gave birth to the two brothers. His mother was a female hero in the rivers and lakes. In fact, she was not as famous as she was. She only wanted to be a heroine. He regarded his two biological children as bargaining chips to threaten his wealth and glory.
And the relatives of his father's family certainly had no good face when facing the two illegitimate children of Lu Yanbei and his brother.
Various means, both overt and covert, forced the two brothers to run away from home when they were young and venture into the world.
And Qiao Mu gave him an iron crotch, which made him stronger and stronger as he grew older. It is not an exaggeration to say that he was his reborn parents.
After all, in Jian Zexian's view, the so-called parents only gave him a good skin.
So Jian Zexian never respects heaven and earth, disregards etiquette and ethics, is merciful and ruthless everywhere, and is unrestrained.
The only person he can respect is Lu Yanbei himself, his brother who has been with him since childhood.
Such a person, But he has real top-notch martial arts, so that he defeated all the martial artists in the world forty years ago and won the reputation of the exiled immortal among swords.
Ordinary martial artists cannot bear the title of exiled immortal.
Even if the world's best martial artist dares to call himself an exiled immortal, it is a kind of usurpation.
After all, there are really high-ranking immortals in this world.
Lu Yanbei put away his thoughts and frowned: "But what's the use of practicing this iron crotch skill?"
"Is there a place in the city where the iron crotch skill can be used? Don't go out and cause trouble----"
"Second brother, what are you talking about? How can I look down on these half-city old women?" The exiled immortal of the sword changed color and said very bluntly:
"This iron crotch skill is the martial arts of a gentleman."
"The so-called gentleman hides his weapon and waits for the right time to act."
"It's not that I won't move, it's just that the time has not come yet. "
When Lu Yanbei heard that Jian Zexian was going to hide his weapon, he felt relieved.
But on second thought, this might be a good thing.
There is no place for the Iron Crotch Skill to be used in the lonely city.
There is also a vast desert around the lonely city.
So even if you practice the Iron Crotch Skill, what's the use?
Lu Yanbei already knew that Qiao Mu's Immortal-killing Army was actually a lie, and there was no Dayan reinforcement.
So there was no so-called turning point for this lonely city, and it was destined to perish, it was just a matter of time.
And this city with only 300 defenders left was only a few days away from destruction. The time is not far away.
If there is anyone in this city who can still survive the collapse of the building, perhaps only this former martial arts leader, the world's number one sword exiled immortal.
If this iron crotch skill can make the sword exiled immortal want to leave Jiuzhou, even if it is only a little bit, it is a good thing in Lu Yanbei's view.
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West of the Hundred Miles Desert, the Great Dao Sect.
The clouds are misty, and the escape lights are flashing, coming and going like a weave.
"Going to the 'Hundred Miles Desert' to practice magic now costs a full 100 spirit stones?"
"I just went there some time ago, and it was 50 spirit stones each time. Isn't this a bit too fast?"
Dao Shun, a disciple of the Great Dao Sect, looked at the sect steward in front of him, obviously a little unconvinced.
"Don't make a fuss." The steward just said lightly:
"You also know that the city in this [Hundred Miles Desert] has reached the final moment. If there is no reinforcement of troops, the time of destruction is not far away. "
"When this city is destroyed, [Hundred Miles Desert] will be closed."
"Moreover, this is not an ordinary place to practice magic. You are not completely unsuccessful. Why are you still making trouble here?"
Daoshun was speechless for a moment. He certainly knew what the steward was talking about.
The formation that surrounded the lonely city was not only capable of illusion.
It was just that he was somewhat dissatisfied.
The last time he controlled the paper man to attack the lonely city in the desert, he happened to encounter a rare foreign warrior who seemed to be holding a "Break the Boundary Talisman" to enter the formation.
It turned out that this warrior was quite powerful, so his three hundred paper soldiers only killed thirteen old soldiers in total.
After excluding the half given to the sect, we get a total of six soldier souls.
Although it is difficult to quantify the value of mortal souls, the value of souls varies greatly from person to person.
The old soldiers who have persisted for forty years to this day are all extraordinary, and they are not comparable to the one hundred thousand elites in the early days of the Alien War.
The isolated city in the desert is a harsh environment with a shortage of water and food, so no matter how hard you practice martial arts, your martial arts cultivation will not progress quickly.