Li Qianyu!!
To Li Peiyun, these three words were like the Band-tightening Curse to Sun Wukong.
Li Peiyun was stunned at first, and then she was filled with anger and shame. She wanted to beat her chest and dig a hole to bury herself in. His face slowly turned the color of a pig's liver, and he was so angry that he trembled.
"How did you know? How did you know?" Li Peiyun stared at Dan Chenzi fiercely.
"Of course it was Li Xianyu who told me. 'Li Peiyun, that idiot, fell head over heels for me in Europe.' He was so proud when he said this." Dan Chenzi betrayed Li Xianyu without hesitation, and laughed as he ridiculed Li Peiyun.
Li Peiyun held his breath, and his face was burning hot.
He had already guessed that Li Xianyu would show off to his friends of the same level. How could he not know Li Xianyu's temper?
Dan Chenzi was still laughing, and on the other side, Li Peiyun summoned the Sword of Qi, waved it, and slashed down.
Bang!
The steps cracked, and cement flew everywhere.
Dan Chenzi floated up gracefully amidst the splashing pieces of cement, drifting far away.
Li Peiyun was about to chase after him, but he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. His mind was in turmoil, and his vision blurred.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Dan Chenzi cried out in pain.
Floating behind Li Peiyun was the translucent Yin God Dan Chenzi, who seemed both real and illusory. At this time, he was holding his head, and grimacing in pain.
Those words were not just sarcastic, but also a psychological attack by Dan Chenzi. He wanted to make Li Peiyun's mind unstable, and make him unable to detect the Yin Spirit behind him.
"Thunder Technique!"
Dan Chenzi ignored the Yin Spirit's cries of pain, and grabbed hold of Li Peiyun's temporary mental confusion. He used his finger like a sword, and used a secret technique to draw the positive and negative electric charges in the air. The friction created bright lightning bolts that struck Li Peiyun's body.
His hair stood on end and his clothes were torn.
Lightning couldn't hurt the body of a half-step Extreme Dao cultivator, especially Li Peiyun, who cultivated the Three Talents Sword Art. Dan Chenzi had already expected this. After using the lightning technique, he immediately formed a hand seal.
Shoo, shoo
The shrubs and trees on both sides of the stairs shook, and the tender green leaves automatically detached from the branches, turning into sharp blades that shot towards Li Peiyun.
During this entire process, Yin God Dan Chenzi continued to launch mental attacks. His attacking method was very strange. He would pounce down and use his head to hit the ground like a flying sword.
Ding ding ding!
The blade-like green leaves hit Li Peiyun's body, making a crisp sound of metal clashing.
"Soul Suppressor!"
"Spirit Purge!"
"Silence!"
Dan Chenzi threw out three talismans and stuck them on Li Peiyun's chest and back respectively. At this time, Li Peiyun had already gotten rid of the negative effect of dizziness.
He tried to summon his sword intent to attack Dan Chenzi's Yin God, but he discovered that his mental energy had become extremely weak, and he couldn't form his sword intent.
The Shang Qing Sect specialized in mental energy. Other than their Yin God being especially strong, they also had many methods to deal with mental energy. He instantly understood and was a little happy. The harder Dan Chenzi was to deal with, the more he would gain.
These were all experience bars, which broadened his horizons and experience.
The dim sword intent regained its radiance and swept towards Dan Chenzi, who dared to get close to him.
"Shang Qing Profound Meaning, Monkey Steals Peach!"
Dan Chenzi lowered his body, letting the sword intent slash past his head. His right hand turned into a claw, and lightning coiled around his fingers as he grabbed towards Li Peiyun's crotch.
Li Peiyun clenched his left hand into a fist, lowered his waist, and punched downwards, hitting Dan Chenzi's palm. He heard a light bone cracking sound, and a dazzling lightning flash.
"Shang Qing Profound Meaning, Thousand Years of Death!"
The roar of Dan Chenzi's Yin God came from behind. Li Peiyun frowned, and used his qi to push Dan Chenzi back. He immediately turned around and slashed his sword intent at his waist.
I've been tricked! He immediately realized that the Yin God's attack was only effective against the primordial spirit. It was impossible for it to unleash a Thousand Years of Death.
Indeed, after he swung his sword intent, he immediately felt a sharp pain in his forehead.
It was as if a sharp needle had pierced into his brain, stirring it forcefully, turning his brain into a paste.
Dan Chenzi's shout resounded in his ears, "Shang Qing Profound Meaning, Black Tiger Steals Heart!"
Even with Li Peiyun's physique, he still felt an intense pain in his chest, and couldn't help but let out a groan.
He didn't swing his sword intent, but relied on his battle instincts to imitate Li Xianyu's moves. His right leg staggered, and he seemed to have been tripped by someone. His entire body fiercely crashed into Dan Chenzi's chest.
He let out a groan, and was sent flying backwards.
Li Peiyun took the opportunity to get rid of the negative influence on the mental plane, and raised his sword intent to chase after him.
Blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth as Dan Chenzi flew backwards, pressing down on his forehead. "Come back!"
The Yin God turned into a sharp arrow and shot towards Dan Chenzi, entering his forehead and fusing into his sea of consciousness.
Dan Chenzi gathered his strength slightly, and his mental energy suddenly erupted.
In an instant, a formless storm of mental energy turned into a raging wave that engulfed the surrounding scenery. Insects, birds, and other small animals were instantly killed.
Amidst the surging tide of mental energy, Li Peiyun's expression was malevolent as he broke through the tide of mental energy. He punched Dan Chenzi's chest, sending him flying again. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Li Peiyun didn't give him any time to use his techniques. He controlled his strength and burst forth with attacks that were as swift as a dense rain.
The handsome and carefree young Daoist was beaten black and blue, and his hair was disheveled.
"Old Tie Mo, don't hit me anymore! I admit defeat!" Dan Chenzi begged for mercy.
Who asked you to have such a cheap mouth? I'll tear your mouth apart. Li Peiyun tossed aside the popular idol of the world of bloodline descendants as if he was throwing away a chick. He said nonchalantly, "Your cultivation isn't bad. You're not far from half-step into the Extreme Dao."
Although he was very angry, he didn't mention Li Qianyu. That would make Dan Chenzi realize that he couldn't forget that shameful past.
Therefore, Li Peiyun resisted the urge to tear Dan Chenzi's mouth apart and pretended that he didn't care about his mockery.
"Look at how smug you are." Dan Chenzi grimaced in pain as he covered his face. This kind of injury would recover in less than 24 hours, but the bone fracture was a little troublesome. If he took some pills, he should be able to recover in two days.
"Your level isn't much different from Jiese's. You've both improved since the Dao Discussion Conference, but you've been living too comfortably." Li Peiyun used the tone of an experienced person to comment, "We live in hardship and die in peace. The difference between us is the best proof."
These monks and Daoists chanted sutras and meditated on the path of enlightenment all day long. They didn't do anything productive. Before he obtained the Sword of Qi, he was just a very ordinary S-rank. Even ten of him might not be able to defeat Dan Chenzi and Jiese.
After one and a half kilometers, he was either fighting or on his way to fight. There were so many difficulties and obstacles that he had to face that he couldn't even count. After repeated tempering and baptism, he stepped into the half-step Extreme Grade.
A certain b * tch was the same.
Two of the Four Beauties of the Bloodline World had become Best Actors while the other two were improving slowly. The difference was obvious.
"Training and fighting might not be the best way to advance. Only by meditating can one truly comprehend one's true self. What Jiese and Dan Chenzi lack, compared to the two of you with the surname Li, isn't training, but a chance to comprehend. "The old Daoist's light voice came from behind.
Li Peiyun turned around and raised her eyebrows. If she remembered correctly, the old Daoist was already standing there before they started fighting. He was still standing there after the fight.
Even though the sparring was short and didn't cause too much of a commotion, be it his sword qi or Dan Chenzi's spiritual storm, they weren't something ordinary people could withstand.
The old Daoist didn't seem embarrassed at all. It was as if he was in a different world and wasn't affected.
"You are …" Li Peiyun sized up the old Daoist in surprise.
"A nameless person struggling at death's door." The old Daoist smiled and drank a mouthful of wine. He wasn't willing to introduce himself.
"My Sword of Will was taught to me by this senior." Dan Chenzi lazily leaned against the stairs.
Sword of intent Li Peiyun raised her eyebrows and examined the old Daoist seriously. From his appearance alone, there was nothing special about the old Daoist. His sparse white hair reminded one of a certain poem: White hair gets shorter when scratched.
His face was loose and wrinkled, and his eyes were slightly turbid. He was thin, his muscles had shrunk, and his skin was sticking to his bones.
He had always been curious about how Dan Chenzi's sword of intent came about, but he didn't have the chance to ask. Dan Chenzi took the initiative to mention it.
"What's your relationship with Daoist Wangchen, senior?" Li Peiyun's tone was filled with respect.
"We're friends," the old Daoist replied.
"Dan Chenzi's unique sword of intent cultivation method was also taught by you, senior?"
"Yes."
This caused Li Peiyun to fall silent.
Dan Chenzi gave him a look and smiled at the old Daoist. "Senior, we're going over there to talk bad about you. Don't eavesdrop."
The old Daoist glanced at him and didn't comment.
The two of them walked for a distance. Dan Chenzi looked at the old Daoist who was minding his own business and looked away. "This senior is extraordinary. He was originally a very mediocre disciple of the Shang Qing Sect. He was acquainted with Daoist Yao when he was young."
Dan Chenzi explained the old Daoist's past in detail. "Although the senior said that Daoist Yao taught Sword of intent after he became famous, you should understand that what's powerful isn't the absolute art, but the person. A mediocre person, even if he cultivates the Three Talents Sword Arts, will never be able to turn things around. Moreover, it's just a sword of intent. "
"The old Daoist is much older than Daoist Yao. He's over a hundred years old. Even though he exudes the aura of old age, I don't think there's anything wrong with his body. This doesn't make sense. "
Li Peiyun nodded. "What he taught you isn't the true sword of intent. I think it's a kind of improvement."
A normal sword of intent was to condense one's mental energy into a "flying sword". It had an extremely strong penetrative effect and was a terrifying mental energy attack.
Dan Chenzi's sword of intent was to split his mental energy into a second personality and then connect the second personality to form a sword of intent.
Two completely different methods.
Dan Chenzi's sword of intent was stronger than Li Peiyun's. The latter's sword of intent needed to be controlled while the former's sword of intent had its own will and could move freely. It was like having an extra helper.
And if Li Peiyun's sword of intent was damaged, he would instinctively be injured as well. Dan Chenzi wouldn't. His two personalities were independent. If his sword of intent was damaged, he would instinctively not suffer any harm.
To put it simply, he was raising a sword spirit in his brain to fight for him. He didn't need to control it or suffer any backlash.
"It could also be a late bloomer. There are many examples like this in Daoism," Dan Chenzi added.
In Daoism and Buddhism, some bloodline descendants with average talent would often go into seclusion. While they were in seclusion, they would suddenly have an epiphany and become peerless experts.
But because both Daoism and Buddhism had the doctrine of "peace" and "staying away from the mundane world," they wouldn't jump out and post on Weibo: "I've achieved great success!"
Before, he was unknown, and after that, he was also unknown.
Therefore, the outside world often teased that Daoism and Buddhism were too deep.
Li Peiyun turned around and walked to the old Daoist. "Senior, I would like to ask you to teach me the sword of intent."
He knew his own shortcomings. Just like that bitch, his mental energy was slightly weaker than his physique and Qi activity. The latter two were more direct and effective in battle. He didn't use the sword of intent much and didn't spend as much time training it as the latter two.
After stepping into half-step Extreme Dao, he knew that this slight imbalance would make it much harder for him to step into Extreme Dao.
This mysterious old Daoist had great attainments in the sword of intent. If he was willing to give him some pointers, Li Peiyun believed that he could make up for his shortcomings and strive to step into Extreme Dao earlier than Li Xianyu.
The old Daoist glanced at Li Peiyun and slowly drank a mouthful of wine.
Dan Chenzi coughed and reminded him, "Tuition, tuition."
Tuition?!
Is he asking me to become a disciple of the Shangqing Sect?
Li Peiyun was a little hesitant. He was used to living a carefree life and was naturally resistant to joining a certain force.
"A box of Maotai and a box of Wuliangye," Dan Chenzi said.
That, that's all?
No, that's all?
Li Peiyun immediately looked at the old Daoist, who nodded reservedly.
"Thank you, senior." Li Peiyun subconsciously wanted to cup his hands, but he remembered that this gesture had been poisoned by Li Xianyu, so he bowed instead.
The old Daoist threw the broom to him. "Sweep from here to the foot of the mountain. Come find me in the mud hut on the mountainside."
He carried the half-finished bottle of Maotai and left along the winding path beside the stairs. His figure was blocked by the new branches and gradually disappeared.
It was the first anniversary of the second generation of the demon. He wrote more than 2.2 million words in a year. The number of updates was not bad. As a part-time author, I'm quite hardworking. Beautiful people don't have to go to work, but ugly people have to work even harder. I also thought about the days of "biting my lip and holding my bed".
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