Xianwu: There Are Always Reborn People Who Want To Stop Me From Being Invincible

In the wooden house, Zhou Yuan closed his eyes and meditated, thinking about his own way of swordsmanship and how to proceed.

He had no intention of killing all the people here and becoming a disciple of the Shura lineage, so it was only a matter of time before he mastered a Sword Intent.

He actually knows all the twenty-four Sword Intents, and it is easy to practice them.

But he was always worried that the so-called "The Monument of Leading the Way to the Heavens" would affect his own Martial Dao because of his Sword Intent.

Therefore, within three days, he needs to make a long-term plan for his own path, at least kendo.

According to the martial arts knowledge he knew before, the integration of various Sword Intents and sharpening the inner strength can make the inner strength have its own meaning.

This self-meaning is extremely important for the formation of True Qi, and even Late Stage achievement Innate and Qi Refining Soul Formation.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yuan made a decision to use one of the twenty-four Sword Intents as the beginning of his world-containing Sword Intent swordsmanship.

However, you still need to think about which Sword Intent to choose as a starting point.

Suddenly, he heard Ma Xiaoyun's sad voice next to him.

He opened his eyes and saw that Ma Xiaoyun had taken out a large stack of yellow spelling papers, several bottles of elixirs, and even bank cards, and placed them in front of Zhou Yuan.

"what you do?"

Zhou Yuan looked at Ma Xiaoyun strangely.

Ma Xiaoyun suppressed his sadness, forced a smile, tried his best to make a nonchalant expression and said: "I have never bothered to practice these sword skills. Within three days, I will basically forget about practicing the sword skills."

"There should be several hundred million left in the bank card. The password is six zeros. I'll give it to you, brother."

"The yellow papers are from my old man, preparing life-saving charms for me."

"There is also this bottle, which is the Fasting Pill. If you take one pill, you can go without eating or drinking for a whole day; this is the Qi Pill, where the internal strength is exhausted, and you can recover immediately after taking one pill; this is the Golden Gun Pill, which originally I I was going to find a beautiful female classmate to use it, but..."

Zhou Yuan suddenly became happy when he heard this: "Are you still a boy?"

Ma Xiaoyun stood up suddenly and wanted to refute, but he remembered something and sat down: "Forget it, at this time, I admit it, I really am."

Thinking of this, he felt sad in his heart: "I didn't expect that my majestic Ma Xiaoyun would still be a young man when he died. It's really embarrassing."

At this point, Ma Xiaoyun took a piece of yellow paper with a spell and said, "Brother, I want to write a suicide note to my old man. If you can survive, I hope you can help me bring it to him."

There was yellow paper, but Ma Xiaoyun didn't have a pen.

He thought for a while, bit his lip cruelly, and started writing on the yellow paper with the blood from his fingertips.

"Old man, I'm going to go first. You can find a fortune teller to calculate the time for the second child. Maybe I can be reincarnated in my mother's belly."

"Zhou Yuan is my brother. Although he has joined the Demon Cult, you can help him as much as possible..."

Seeing the bloody words on the yellow paper, Zhou Yuan was thoughtful and asked: "Ma Xiaoyun, is there anything you are particularly good at?"

Ma Xiaoyun raised his head and didn't understand why Zhou Yuan asked this, but he still answered: "Spend money, I am good at spending money."

Zhou Yuan shook his head: "I'm asking about the subject. Is there any subject that you are particularly good at?"

"Well, I'm good at mathematics, at least at the level of a graduate student at the Cultural University. However, my old man said that mathematics is of no use. All I need is a computer. I must practice martial arts."

"Let me tell you, when I was in elementary school, I participated in a mental arithmetic competition and ranked first in the province."

"That's it."

After Zhou Yuan listened, he thought thoughtfully: "Okay, you can continue writing, but save some blood, don't bleed it dry in less than three days."

"Don't worry, I have the Blood Replenishing Pill."

Having said this, Ma Xiaoyun looked at his blood with distress, opened a bottle, took a pill, and then continued writing.

One piece of yellow paper was not enough, so he pulled out another one. Anyway, there were so many talismans that they were all relics.

"Old man, if possible, try to find my body. I have never done anything good in my life except spending money."

"Maybe these corneas can be donated to people in need, so that they can take a good look at the world for me."

When I wrote this, Ma Xiaoyun was almost moved. It felt so good to be a good person.

"Okay, stop writing. I have created a palm technique here. You should learn it quickly. Maybe you can still have a chance of survival."

Just when I was moved, the voice of Zhou Yuan next to me came again.

Ma Xiaoyun raised his head and looked at Zhou Yuan: "Brother, are you not stupid? If you want to survive from here, there are only two ways, either to understand the meaning of the sword, or to be the last person to survive."

"Things like sword intention are too mysterious, and I don't have the talent for sword skills. As for surviving in the end, do you think I can beat you, or can I beat them?"

Zhou Yuan replied calmly: "I will study swordsmanship later, and I should be able to understand one of the Sword Intents. Your opponent is not me."

"As for them, if your math skills are as good as you say, you might still have a chance."

In fact, if this Shura Purgatory was not so big, Zhou Yuan could have killed everyone else.

But Shura Purgatory is too big. Spending time chasing and killing those people is a waste of your own time.

Although Ma Xiaoyun is a bit generous, he is not hypocritical to himself. Zhou Yuan can't bear to see him die here.

Just when Ma Xiaoyun was thinking about the suicide note, Zhou Yuan had already deduced a suitable palm technique through the chaotic space in his mind.

"Okay, brother, since you said so, let me learn first. I can tell you that my martial arts training qualifications are terrible, and I may not be able to learn it."

"It's okay. There are only three moves in this palm technique. If I do it once, you should be able to remember it."

"The three palm techniques are the spinning of the sky and the earth, the panic of the people, and the three talents of Origin Returning."

When Zhou Yuan said this, his voice gradually became quieter, like a mosquito.

Even if Ma Xiaoyun can't learn it, he can't let those Martial Artists on the mountain listen to it.

"Hey, Second Grade Martial Artist created his own palm technique, and he is so boastful about teaching others. Can he teach a flower in three days?"

High on the mountain, the three Sixth Grade Martial Artists were indeed listening to them.

When Zhou Yuan's voice became quieter and could no longer be heard, Yun Nianzhen couldn't help but sneer and ridicule.