Five Elements Heaven

Overtly and covertly, many eyes were paying attention to Ai Hui's retreat, but no one noticed that the sand puppet following Ai Hui disappeared.

Even Gong Yaoyao, who loved Loulan very much, was completely attracted by the news of the elder's death and was not in the mood to come and play with Loulan.

A rustling sound suddenly sounded in the grass in an uninhabited corner of Qingshui City.

After a while, a faint and cheerful voice sounded in the grass.

"There's no one on the left side of the alley."

"There's no one on the right side of the alley."

After a while, several mini Loulans, about the size of a finger, emerged from the grass.

"Loulan goes to the rooftop to watch!"

"Loulan goes to the alley entrance to watch!"

"Loulan look to the left."

"Loulan, look to the right."

Several mini-loulans said something to each other, then turned around and ran away with a huff. One jumped to the roof and hid in the gap between the tiles. The two ran to the corner of the alley entrance, one looking to the left and the other to the right.

"Loulan is here!"

"Loulan is here!"

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Cheers of joy were heard endlessly, and mini Loulans emerged from the grass one after another. They rushed toward each other with great joy, their mini bodies merging and growing, eventually turning into a giant orchid.

Loulan, who had returned to his original appearance, began to flash red eyes as he processed the information transmitted by each mini Loulan. After a while, Loulan said to himself: "This area does not have it. The next area, Loulan, let's go!"

What Loulan used was not a clever method, but a stupid one.

He divided the entire Qingshui City into several areas. Every time he reached an area, he scattered them into a large number of mini-loulans and sprinkled them into the area like sand. Mini Loulan can remember the content of the chat and the appearance of the person. The information obtained by each mini Loulan is finally summarized together.

Such a massive amount of information would overwhelm an ordinary sand puppet. But Loulan's sand core [Midnight] can handle such a large scale of information effortlessly.

If there is a suspicious target, Loulan will arrange for a mini Loulan to stay waiting. No one would care about a trace of yellow sand in the corners of their rooms, in the cracks of bricks, under the dark bed, on the beams above their heads, etc.

There has never been a sand puppet like this.

In people's common understanding, the abilities of sand puppets are directly proportional to their size. The bigger the body, the stronger the combat power, such as Master Sha. Because the larger the size, the larger the sand core can be made.

Sand puppets are not suitable for detection. They are not fast enough, smart enough, and camouflaged well enough. When sand puppets were first invented, people were often fooled. But now, if there is a large puddle of sand on the ground, everyone will be very wary.

So now no one uses sand puppets as detection sentries, unless there are no teammates to repair them.

Loulan's method relied entirely on the extremely powerful performance of [Midnight], which was far from clever but very effective.

The small area of ​​Qingshui City is also an important reason. If Loulan wanted to use this method in a big city like Yincheng, it would take at least ten days and a half to find out.

Coming to Loulan in the new area, he repeated his old tricks.

This time, Loulan discovered something.

The underground quiet room of the City Lord's Mansion was built by Qiao Meiqi with a lot of money. Not only is it isolated from outside sounds, but it has been strengthened by Master Tu Yuan and is as solid as fine steel. No matter how hard it is tossed inside, it will not damage the quiet room.

At this moment, the quiet room was full of banging and banging sounds.

Ai Hui's whole body was red, his blood was surging, and the top of his head was steaming with heat. He looked like he had just been fished out of a stove.

He carried the small cold jade blade and walked around the quiet room with bare feet, waving the small cold jade blade in his hand from time to time. A stream of sword light flew out from the sword and shot on the wall of the quiet room. The wall strengthened by Master Tuyuan continued to glow when attacked.

The energy in Ai Hui's body was like boiling magma, and it was getting out of control.

[Red Dust] For Ai Hui, it was still too forced. Han Li's judgment was not wrong. His master's Yin-Yang Fish Sword Formation could not be cracked.

And Ai Hui's [Red Dust] move is actually a master-level sword move. Ai Hui has never used it since he conceived it. This is his first time using it.

Ai Hui's judgment was also very accurate. When he saw Han Li's Yin Yang Fish Sword Formation, he knew that ordinary moves were ineffective and the only one that could have an effect on it was [Red Dust].

However, if you have not yet entered the realm of a master, but you use a master-level sword move, how can it be without cost?

The chaotic and boiling Yuan Power in Ai Hui's body is now the result of reluctantly using [Red Dust]. If he is unable to calm down the Yuan Power, the five palaces and eight palaces will be damaged by the out-of-control Yuan Power, and in severe cases, the realm will regress.

But, how can we calm down the energy in our body?

Ai Hui tried to move around the sky, but it had no effect.

He tried to use up all his energy again, but it still didn't work. The new energy is still in a chaotic and boiling state and cannot be calmed down.

what to do?

Ai Hui was breathing heavily while his mind was racing.

He suddenly thought of a notebook he had read. It was a notebook left by a senior at the Patriarchate's Library. In order to find Senior Xiao's notes, Ai Hui read through almost all the books on the floor of the Classical Library. There was nothing I could do about it at the time, but I also saw a lot of strange content, all kinds of absurd ideas and creativity, all kinds of rare treasures, all kinds of strange situations, etc.

Ai Hui regarded it as a story, just like when he read the sword canon left over from the cultivation era.

What he suddenly remembered was the situation described in a notebook by a senior, which was exactly the same as his current situation.

How did the senior solve it later?

Ai Hui racked his brains and wished he could knock his own head open. But at the time, he just treated it as a fun conversation and brushed it off. But at this moment, it was like the last life-saving straw. Ai Hui was afraid that he would miss this flash of inspiration, so he frowned and thought hard.

After struggling to remember for a long time, Ai Hui finally recalled the general content of the letter.

What happened to the senior was indeed exactly the same as what happened to him. The reason why he could remember it so clearly was because the other party's description was very detailed. The senior didn't say how to solve it. He just said that he encountered this situation on the eve of his breakthrough as a master.

Wait, the night before the breakthrough master?

Ai Hui was shocked. Could it be because he was about to break through?

Thinking of this, Ai Hui's restless heart immediately calmed down a lot, and Ai Hui's body, which was almost on the verge of burning up, also became cooler.

Ai Hui, who was calmer, could think faster.

What if this is a precursor to a breakthrough? What should I do?

There are two conditions for becoming a master, one is the realm of Yuanli, and the other is to create your own unique skill. The realm of Yuanli is enough for you to create your own unique skill?

Suddenly, Ai Hui felt that his understanding of the master seemed to be a little off.

The focus of the second condition may not be "unique knowledge", but "one's own".

Ai Hui was stunned for a moment.

Belong to oneself...

He found that he really hadn't thought about this problem. He thought of Han Li. Han Li's choice is clear at a glance. He chose the path of "yin and yang". Ai Hui thinks it's pretty good. Yin and Yang seem simple, but in reality they are profound and unpredictable, with endless changes.

What is your own path?

Ai Hui was lost in thought, completely forgetting about his physical discomfort.

By now, he has seen many unique skills, and the same is true for swordsmanship. He thought of the ambitious sword canon of the Kunlun Alliance Leader, which could be described as all-encompassing. Ai Hui thought about everything one by one and became even more confused.

No matter what kind of power, as long as the attainment is profound, the power is extremely amazing. Every power is so tempting.

He now somewhat understands that the most important thing about becoming a master is to find his own path. The world is too big, the types of power are endless, but human energy is limited. If you want to grasp the true meaning of power, you must give up something. Only by specializing can you go further.

Which one do you choose?

Ai Hui had calmed down at this point. He knew that the next choice would have a profound impact on his future.

This is an important choice.

Ai Hui began to recall why he wanted to be a Yuan Xiu. His idea at the time was very simple. He just wanted to survive. During the three years in the wilderness, the survival rate of Yuan Xiu in the team was countless times higher than that of coolies.

He was confused and just wanted to survive. It would be great if he could survive.

Until I met my master, wife and senior sister.

Sunlight begins to appear in the gloomy life.

After the sword cultivation monastery closed down, he walked alone on the street in despair, with mottled, pale and temperatureless sunlight scattered from the cracks in the houses. But in the quiet morning of Songjian City, among the curling smoke, the warm and bright sunshine was blown by the breeze in front of the sleepy eyes of the cleaning clerk.

Tick ​​tock.

In the dark and lightless quiet room, the sound of splashing water could be heard in the silence.

On the face with closed eyes, tears flowed freely down the angular and cold cheeks, silently.

He has found the answer.

A picture with faded colors appeared before my eyes.

A long street that is not too wide, like a tide of blood beasts trampling the ground, like a bloody torrent. A young man holding a sword was nailed to the center of the street like a rock, standing motionless.

The sharp and cold sword is constantly cutting the world in front of you. The spurting blood and the cut limbs of the bloody beast are flying across the screen.

The strong and pungent smell of blood seemed to pass through a distant loss of control and come from the depths of memory.

The picture becomes blurry and the sword becomes heavier and heavier.

There was only a blurry sky, and countless silver lights fell from the sky, illuminating the dim killing world.

The blood beast collapsed to the ground, panicked, and the unstoppable torrent of blood turned into red ooze. The faint cheers were like landslides and tsunamis. They were obviously unreal, but they were so reassuring.

Darkness returned to my eyes, and it was so quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat.

…

"Do you know what they call you outside?"

"What did you call me?"

"Thunder Sword Glory! It came down from the sky with so much lightning, which scared everyone. Your big lightning move made all the blood beasts lose their resistance, and the city lord and the others also took advantage of the situation to block the city gate."

"Thunder Sword Glory..."

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"Ah Hui, blood beasts are afraid of the breath of thunder."

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"Um."