"This is the Spear of the Real Dragon?"
"The little man at the bottom of the box is not a human, but a dragon …"
"The Xumi Spear is not a Buddhist technique, nor is it a Taoist technique, nor is it a technique of any sect, but a technique of the Dragon Clan. Only the Dragon Clan will not care about the conflict between Buddhism and Taoism, and will act completely according to their own will …"
In an instant, countless thoughts emerged in Lu Xingkong's mind.
"How did Li Muyang get this Spear of the Real Dragon?"
"The Lu Family's ancestral spear is the Heavenly Emperor Spear, how can it be integrated with this Xumi Spear? Or should I forget the Heavenly Emperor Spear and start again in another way … "
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Lu Xingkong once again focused his qi on the long spear, and then looked at the little man at the bottom of the box once again displaying the peerless spear technique.
Again and again.
Again and again.
He did not know how long it had been, nor what time it was.
Lu Xingkong suddenly felt the qi in his body surging, and the robe on his body began to flutter without any wind.
What was more amazing was that Lu Xingkong's long hair mixed with silver hair turned pure black, and his gray beard turned pure black.
His face also seemed to be rejuvenated, his skin became whiter and whiter, his cheeks became younger and younger, the blood in his eyes disappeared, and his pupils became pure black …
The little man at the bottom of the box shot out a spear, and the small box swayed, as if it was about to break the box.
At the same time, Lu Xingkong's body also rose into the air.
His body was like the little man at the bottom of the box soaring, a white lightning appeared in the middle of his palm, that lightning crackled, and then turned into the shape of a long spear.
When the spear shot out, the world changed color.
Rumble …
A loud noise resounded through the world.
The sky in the illusion disappeared.
The earth disappeared.
All the illusions disappeared.
The Xumi Spear, so big that it was endless, smashed the entire illusion to pieces.
When Lu Xingkong appeared again, he was already at the end of the passage in the secret room.
His eyes were closed, as if he was still indulging in the wonderful taste of that spear.
His eyes suddenly opened, and there was a lightning spear hissing in each of his pupils.
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The wind was still the same, and so was the snow.
The small door of the courtyard was gently pushed open, servant Zhai Hua walked into the courtyard, softly calling: "Young Master — — Young Master — — Young Master Muyang — —"
No one answered.
"Strange, where did Young Master go?" Zhaihua was puzzled.
She searched the entire building inside and out, but did not find Li Muyang's shadow.
"Young master, where are you?"
Boom …
In the middle of the courtyard, a round snowball suddenly exploded.
Chunks of snow scattered in all directions, and icicles flew everywhere.
Li Muyang's body flew out from the snow egg. His white robe and long hair fluttered in the wind.
"Young Master …" Zhaihua hurriedly ran over and asked with concern, "Young Master, are you alright? How did you get into that snowball? I was wondering why I couldn't find you after searching everywhere. "
"How many days will I be in seclusion?"
"Seven days." Zhaihua said.
"Seven days." Li Muyang pondered for a moment. "Tomorrow is the day of the martial arts competition."
"Young Master — —" Zhaihua couldn't help feeling a little worried. "It is said that the Old immortal of the Still water sword school — — is very powerful. He is like a half-immortal. Why don't Young Master not go? Young Master is so young, but already has such a high level of cultivation. In a few more years, within the Kingdom, who would be Young Master's opponent? What is the saying again, for a gentleman to take revenge, ten years is not too late. Why don't Young Master bear with him for a few days? "
"I can wait." Li Muyang said with a bitter smile. "But others can't wait. They should be waiting anxiously, right? "
"Master is waiting for you in the study." Zhaihua said.
Li Muyang nodded. "I'll go see them."
"Young Master wait — — Young Master wait. Tie up your hair, tie up your hair — — "
Li Muyang arrived at Lu Xingkong's study, where Lu Xingkong and Lu Qingming were already waiting.
"Muyang, how do you feel?" Lu Xingkong asked, looking at Lu Xingkong's expression.
"Just rethinking what I have learned in the past." Li Muyang said in a loud voice. "Whether it is useful or not, we still need to see it on the martial arts stage."
Lu Xingkong nodded. "Where there is a will, there is a way, you don't have to worry too much. No matter what, we will support you. "
"Thank you, Grandfather Lu." Li Muyang smiled. "Since I have accepted this challenge, I naturally want to obtain the final victory. Of course, I must also win. Given the hatred that the people of the Still water sword school have for me, if I lose, they will most likely chop me into minced meat, right? "
Lu Xingkong looked at Li Muyang, saying in a firm voice: "I will never allow such a thing to happen."
Li Muyang smiled and did not speak.
Tomorrow, he was going to compete with Mu Dingyi on the Sword God Square. If the old guy really wanted to kill him and killed him with a sword, who could stop him? Who could stop him?
It had to be said that Li Muyang felt that his life was very bitter.
He had never done anything wrong to the elderly, why did those old people dislike him so much?
Li Shinian was the best, it seemed that all the Grandfathers in the world liked her — —
Lu Qingming looked exhausted. It seemed that he had worked too hard during this period of time, and the psychological pressure was too great. It was difficult for him to calm down, and he had not been able to get a good rest.
Lu Qingming looked deeply at Li Muyang, reached out to pat him on the shoulder, and said, "Don't worry. Nothing will happen. You fight with all your heart, leave everything else to us, we will be your strong backing — — "
As he was speaking, Lu Qingming's hand suddenly turned from a pat into a grab, grabbing at Li Muyang's neck.
"Hu — —"
A dark flame flickered between Lu Qingming's palm.
Ecstasy Hand!
If he was pinched, Li Muyang would immediately lose the ability to move, and all the vital energy in his body would be sealed by him. He would not be able to live, nor would he be able to die.
Li Muyang's reaction was even faster. His body tilted to one side, and his unbound hair was like a sharp horsetail whisk, fiercely whipping towards Lu Qingming's palm.
PA — —
Lu Qingming withdrew his hand, looking anxiously at Li Muyang, "Muyang — —"
Li Muyang looked at Lu Qingming and said gratefully, "Uncle Lu, I know you care for me. But let me fight this battle myself — — the person he challenged is me, how can I let others fight for me, and even die for me? "
"No." Lu Qingming's face was ashen, his fists were clenched so tightly that they made cracking noises. He looked at his father Lu Xingkong with bloodshot eyes, and roared in a hoarse voice, "Father, say something. We already — — already owe him too much, we really can't — — we really can't let him die — — "
Lu Xingkong did not respond.
He just looked deeply at Lu Qingming, and also at Li Muyang.
"Father, please say something. Only you can change all this — — If you say something, Muyang will listen to you. "Lu Qingming said in a forceful voice.
"What do you want me to say?"
"I want you to tell Muyang the truth, I want you to tell Muyang — —"
"How do you know that Muyang will lose?" Lu Xingkong snapped, interrupting the truth that Lu Qingming was about to blurt out.
"Father — —"
"How do you know that Muyang will lose?"
"I — — Father, Muyang's opponent is Mu Dingyi. In the entire West Wind, how many people are his opponent?"
"The battle has not yet begun, but you're already so noisy and shaken the army's morale. Fortunately we're at home, if it were on the battlefield, I would drag you out to eat dozens of beatings — — "
"But, Father really has no chance of winning — —"
"Is that so? I'm going to make a bet with you. This battle, I bet on Muyang to win. "
"— —"
"What? You don't dare? "
"Father, I still can't feel at ease — —"
"Look at you, you don't look like the governor of a province? Look at Muyang — — although he is young, but much calmer than you — — have you ever seen Muyang worried or afraid? "
Lu Qingming was full of grievances. Muyang doesn't need to worry, but he must worry.
He was Li Muyang's father, Li Muyang's biological father.
Lu Xingkong waved his hand dismissively. "Muyang, it's good to see you're fine. Go and have a good rest, tomorrow, I'll go to the Sword God Square to cheer for you. "
"Thank you, Grandfather Lu." Li Muyang said with a smile. Then he turned to Lu Qingming and comforted him, "Uncle Lu, don't worry. I'll be fine. Even if I can't beat him, can't I run away from him? "
"Muyang, don't be careless."
"I know."
Li Muyang returned to the small courtyard where he lived. Because his parents and sister were all knocked out by him, he was the only one in the small courtyard.
In order not to disturb his cultivation, even the few servants dared not come here to serve him.
Li Muyang was standing in the courtyard, looking at the wind and snow in deep thought, when there was a sudden loud knock on the courtyard door.
"Li Muyang — —"
"Li Muyang, come out — —"
"Li Muyang, your old friend from Jiangnan is here, come out and greet me — —"
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Li Muyang smiled wryly, strode to the back door of the Lu mansion, and looked at Yan Xiangma, who was shouting loudly, "What are you doing here?"
Yan Xiangma narrowed his eyes, looked up and down at Li Muyang, and grinned. "You're dying, I'm here to send you off."
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