Being Expelled From My School, I Just Want To Be Free From The World

When Li Xuanxiao inserted the ordinary bamboo sword into Xiong Tiansong's body, the battle was over.

The sharp sword energy exploded, destroying his heart in an instant

The six scenes are divided into three stages: Lingtai, Yuantai and Transformation of Infants.

Raise the spiritual platform, give birth to the Yuan Fei, and transform into the Yuan Ying.

And Xiong Tiansong had reached the peak of the Six Sceneries many years ago and transformed into Nascent Soul.

As the saying goes, the Yuan Sea surges up to the spiritual platform, and the Yuan fetus is conceived on the spiritual platform.

The Yuan Fei condenses the light of Dao, and the thunderbolt and lightning transform the Yuanying! !

Logically speaking, even if Xiong Tiansong's heart was destroyed, he would never die on the spot.

But Li Xuanxiao poured his few sword energy into it in an instant, not giving the opponent any chance to counterattack.

After the sword energy tore Xiong Tiansong's body apart, except for a small part of the sword energy consumed, the rest of the sword energy was absorbed again by Li Xuanxiao.

A swordsman's sword energy is not infinite.

Instead, the swordsman needs to practice day and night to obtain that bit of sword energy.

Use some and use less.

Li Xuanxiao patted the sand on his knees and sighed silently.

"It's really not as good as before... Frequent urination and incessant urination... Bah, bah, bah!!"

Xiong Tiansong's body fell straight down, making no sound anymore.

If the Nascent Soul is destroyed, not even the Da Luo gods can save it.

Li Xuanxiao pulled out the bamboo sword again and looked around.

The next moment, figures fled in all directions.

At this moment, all the monsters outside the pass have only one thought.

escape! !

At the same time, I greeted Xiong Tiansong's eight generations of ancestors more than once in my heart.

This guy, Xiong Tiansong, who gave birth to a son without an asshole, boasted loudly.

All the monsters outside the customs are all young people.

Li Xuanxiao is nothing to be afraid of.

Why is he the first to take off Li Xuanxiao's head...

Go to hell!

This group of people is so stupid, why did they believe this stinky Qiu Ba?

After Li Xuanxiao struck out with his sword, he glanced at the scattered demons and had no intention of using his sword again.

Today, his injuries have not fully recovered, and his foundation has been destroyed.

There is very little sword energy left, so it’s better to save it for critical moments.

A moment later, Li Xuanxiao's figure appeared in the canyon again.

Lin Daoling saw him coming back from a distance and said.

"Brother, where did you go to poop? I want to poop too."

Li Xuanxiao was so angry that he kicked this kid.

"Oh my god, brother, stop kicking your butt, it's about to come out!"

Lin Daoling covered his butt with one hand and ran away quickly.

The old man smoked a cigarette, looked at the rising bonfire, and said in a deep voice.

"I hope this journey will be safe and that you won't encounter any monsters or monsters."

Li Xuanxiao rested his head on his hands, tilted his head slightly and joked to the old man's son beside him.

"I went to Xiling to exchange money this time. What kind of wife do I want to marry?"

The young man smiled sheepishly, "....A Ling from the east side of the village."

"Oh? Is it beautiful?"

The young man nodded, even more embarrassed.

Ah Ling is dark, thin, and has a big butt.

When bending down to do farm work, young people can't help but stare.

He and Aling were childhood sweethearts.

When he reached the age of getting engaged, he pestered his father to find a matchmaker to propose marriage.

His family was poor and could not afford any betrothal gift.

So she had to go to Xiling to exchange money. Before leaving, A-ling held on to his sleeve reluctantly, for fear that her lover would never come back.

"Presumably Ah Ling looks at her lover at the entrance of the village every day~" Li Xuanxiao joked.

The young man's dark face turned red.

"That's great." Li Xuanxiao sighed sincerely.

Five days later, Li Xuanxiao and his party left the canyon and rushed to Caocheng, the nearest provincial capital outside the pass in Xiling.

After resting for a night, the old man and his son who were traveling together said goodbye and left.

They must hurry up and sell the tea. After time, it will be difficult to sell the tea.

The young man gave Li Xuanxiao half a bag of tea as a reward for the journey.

The corners of the old man's mouth trembled, his face was as heavy as water, and he stared at his son fiercely.

Obviously reluctant to part with this half bag of tea.

Immediately, he stared at Li Xuanxiao with somewhat cloudy eyes.

Wait for the other party to say a few words of refusal, and then take the opportunity to get the half bag of tea back.

"Thank you very much, then I'm welcome."

Li Xuanxiao accepted half the bag of tea with a smile.

The old man's complexion became even more ugly, and there were a few black lines on his forehead.

Before leaving, Li Xuanxiao took out the bamboo sword from his waist.

"I don't accept your tea for nothing, this sword is a gift in return."

Li Xuanxiao took off the bamboo sword from his waist and handed it to the young man.

"I haven't been with you for a long time, but I've gained some aura. Monsters and monsters don't dare to get close to me."

The wrinkles on the old man's face were wrinkled together, and he had no idea why the other party would say such nonsense.

If the other party was a Taoist priest or a monk, these words would not seem so abrupt.

What's more, I didn't see the other party using any skills along the way.

At such a young age, these words carry no weight at all.

However, the old man's son was stunned for a moment, and then solemnly took the bamboo sword.

"Thank you."

When they were far away, the old man couldn't help but lecture his son.

"You stupid boy! You gave away half a bag of tea. What's going on? Show off how rich you are."

The young man scratched his head and said, "Dad, someone dragged us along. Besides, that person doesn't look like an ordinary person."

"What do you say?"

"You see, someone dares to walk outside the customs with two babies, all the way from the south to Xiling, and nothing happens for so long. How can he be an ordinary person?"

The young man added another sentence.

"This is what is written in all the novels."

The old man scoffed.

...........

Five days later.

The father and son driving the mule cart left Xiling and headed outside the pass.

This time, the tea was not only sold at a good price, but also a mule was bought at a cheap price. The father and son were very happy.

It rained heavily and the sky seemed to be cracked.

The father and son drove a mule cart and hid in a ruined temple in the mountains.

"Hehe, this is too old. The meat quality of Laobang cuisine must not be good."

"That young one is pretty good, half the price per person."

"OK."

"..."

Unseen by the father and son, two evil spirits living in the clay statue were thinking of how to eat them.

The mule nearby seemed to sense something and made an uneasy cry.

The old man couldn't help but shiver, and a biting chill came.

The mule kicked the ground with its hooves and screamed in horror.

In the dark night, bursts of thunder fell, illuminating the old man's pale face.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart, and his throat moved.

The two evil spirits stared at the unsuspecting poor guy. They slowly approached the father, son and mule, with a cruel light shining in their eyes.

The old man's eyes suddenly widened. Although he couldn't see the evil ghost, he could instinctively feel that something was approaching, and goosebumps appeared on his body.

"Baby! Baby!!"

The young man in his sleep was dreaming of a night of flowers and candles in his bridal chamber. A-ling looked at her shyly and couldn't help but reveal a silly smile.

His father's panicked cry woke him up.

These days, I don’t know if this bamboo sword really has miraculous effects.

It was clearly a cold day, but with the bamboo sword slung around his waist, he didn't feel very cold.

So at this moment, the young man subconsciously touched the bamboo sword at his waist.

"Dad, what's wrong!?"

There was still lightning and thunder outside the temple.

But the mule had calmed down, and the old man was covered in cold sweat and looked around in horror.

But the oppressive feeling like a sword in the throat was gone.

The message...disappeared! ?

The old man patted his cheek, looked at the clay statue in the temple, and then at his son.

Finally, his eyes fell on the bamboo sword on his waist.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Are you having a nightmare?"

"...It's okay, go to sleep."

The next day, the rain stopped.

The father and son led the mule and left the ruined temple.

He had never noticed that in the ruined temple, tiny cracks had appeared on the clay statue.

The two evil spirits that resided in it had already been killed.