Chapter 166: Divine Weapons Have Spirits, but without a Master They Will Be Covered in Dust

The night was dark and moonless, with only scattered candlelight reflecting the glimmer of the snow.

In the room, Li Yuan tidied up a little, mainly taking control of the mixed-gold Daxi Yi Hammer, Qi Wen Forging Hammer, Qianjun Heavy Hammer, and the best Liuhe Boots and Jiuhe Boots.

When he pushed the door open, he saw a masked man in black clothes standing in the courtyard.

"Walk!"

Jing Shuhu lowered his voice, turned around and disappeared into the night.

"Compared to Lao Han, Lao Jingtou is still a little more indecisive. It's been delayed for a day, so it shouldn't be a big problem, right?"

Li Yuan muttered in his heart, moved slightly, and followed.

This was already the second day after he went to the Can Temple. Jing Shuhu thought about it for a long time and asked many disciples of the Supervisory Hall to get information before he made up his mind.

Huhu~

In the night, Li Yuan rose and fell calmly.

The White Crane Lifting Technique and the Falcon Step he had practiced were only moderately successful, but with the blessing of two pairs of third-level boots, he could easily keep up.

‘Is this guy so talented in Qinggong? ’

In the night, listening to the subtle sound of wind behind him, Uncle Jing was a little surprised.

There is no superior Qing Kung in the Divine Weapon Valley, and the only few intermediate Qing Kung are also in the secret building. This kid has only learned a few inferior Qing Kung and footwork, but he can actually keep up with him?

With a slight movement in his heart, Jing Shuhu quickened his pace.

He majored in the 'Eight Steps to Catch the Cicada', and also practiced six different low-level light skills to improve verticality. In addition, he had deep inner energy.

There is no trace when stepping on the snow, no sound when landing, and the ups and downs are like ghosts.

"You still want to test me now?"

Li Yuan cursed in his heart, but his feet slowed down slightly. It was better not to irritate the old man at this time.

"The light kung fu is not inferior to that of Yi Sha Dacheng! This boy's talent is better than the old man... even Han Chuijun."

After Shuhu accelerated several times and consciously tried Li Yuan's Qinggong movement, he stabilized his speed and headed towards the Can Temple.

Li Yuan followed not far away, but when he reached the street where the Temple of Remnants was located, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw masked men in black scurrying out of the shadows.

He is clearly the elite of the Supervisory Hall.

"Is Lao Jingtou afraid of the ruined temples? Or do you mean that you don't want to provoke the imperial court behind these temples?"

Li Yuan thought to himself, and pulled up the rag on his face. Following the example, he wrapped it tightly than anyone else.

"Spread out and hide. You are not allowed to enter the temple until you see my order!"

Jing Shuhu glanced at everyone and quickly ordered.

All the disciples from the Overwatch Hall nodded and silently dispersed to the streets near the Temple of Remnants.

"You, follow me."

He glanced at Li Yuan: "You decide the distance yourself, it must be within my sight..."

Li Yuan's Qing Gong is far better than other disciples, but he is not too reassured.

Li Yuan nodded without making a sound at all.

To be lurking, you have to look like you are lurking. Otherwise, how can you disguise yourself?

call!

A little below Shuhu's feet, he jumped onto the courtyard wall that was about ten feet high. Li Yuan followed closely, only to see the old man swooping down.

Along with the imperceptible sound of breaking through the air, the mastiff dogs inside the courtyard wall silently threw themselves to the ground. When they landed, a group of patrolling guards were also brought down.

"Is this skilled? You're a veteran!"

Li Yuan was a little surprised.

Sneaking, assassination, hidden weapons, location identification... He had read about these things in the library books, but he was not very proficient in these things, but Jing Shuhu was extremely sophisticated.

All the way to the main hall, there were no guards or mastiffs who could even make half a cry.

"Top Assassin!"

On the roof of the main hall, Li Yuan's heart trembled. He had to review this series of actions at least several times and check the points in advance before he could do it.

Jing Shuhu can do it easily and find the best entry point...

"Wait here!"

Jing Shuhu said softly and fell with the wind. The time he chose was when dark clouds covered the moon and shadows covered the backyard.

"These old men are not simple."

Li Yuan lay on the roof of the main hall and reluctantly glanced at the large incense burner in front of the hall. He was surrounded by disciples from the Supervisory Hall. He did not dare to take away the incense burner just now.

After thinking about it, he looked at the bamboo forest in the backyard. Under the shadows, the bamboo forest was very quiet, with only a few scattered lights on.

As soon as Jing Shuhu landed, he seemed to blend into the shadows. He stared so hard that he lost sight of it.

"Good guy!"

Li Yuan took a deep breath.

He also thought that he was good at assassination. Compared with this veteran, his own methods were nothing to mention.

"This must be at least a gold medal killer, right? Hmm... Could it be that Lao Jingtou is also the killer of Zhaixinglou?"

Li Yuan was a little frightened, and his thoughts were running wild.

But he quickly gathered his thoughts and stared at the deep bamboo forest, quietly dormant and waiting.

…

"call!"

In the hut, Su Wanxiong breathed a long sigh of relief, his complexion returned to rosy, and he pulled out the last trace of the cicada's energy.

"What a Kuyue, what a Cicada Sword!"

Under the candlelight, Su Wanxiong's eyes sparkled: "Next time I see you again, I must let you taste the taste of the old master's Zimu Qigong!"

His voice was low, with strong murderous intent.

If he hadn't been seriously injured, he wouldn't have paid much attention to Han Chuijun, not to mention Ku Yue's group.

Stab~

He tore open his clothes and saw a shallow fingerprint on his chest that lingered. This was the most serious injury on his body.

It took years to recover.

"One Qi points the soul finger, Fang Yuanqing, one Qi Zhuang..."

Su Wanxiong's face twitched, Yi Qizhuang was as famous as Longhu Temple and one of the five top sects of Universiade.

This wound is hard to heal, and this hatred is hard to avenge.

Unless...

"Sea-Splitting Black Whale Hammer!"

Su Wanxiong's eyes flashed with a hint of cruelty, and he picked up a letter from the table, pulled it out and looked at it:

"Meng Zhan can't bear it anymore? When he really worships Blood King Kong... Who?!"

Hu~

The wind whistled, and the door of the house opened.

In the yard, the one-eyed temple keeper bowed slightly: "Captain, there is a letter from outside the city, saying that Qi Ying, the eldest disciple of Wan Ya, suddenly left with a team of people, suspected of killing Shi Hong..."

"Kill Shi Hong? Wan Ya only has this much courage, but Qi Ying is not qualified to kill Shi Hong."

Su Wanxiong didn't care: "Shi Hong is... who?!"

Swish!

Su Wanxiong shouted loudly, and the one-eyed temple keeper trembled all over: "Captain?!"

Bang!

The ghost-head knife cut through the roof, and the tiles and beams fell, and dust filled the air.

"No one?"

Su Wanxiong walked out of the dust, a trace of doubt flashed across his face, and he clearly felt a piercing chill.

Boom!

Almost the moment Su Wanxiong walked out of the door, the one-eyed temple keeper felt as if there was a thunder explosion in his ears. He turned around suddenly,

and then he was shocked to find that there was a person behind him? !

Bang!

The brain burst and blood splattered.

Jing Shuhu suddenly jumped up, and the small hand hammer hit with a huge force like a battering ram, pointing directly at Su Wanxiong's chest.

"Bold!"

Su Wanxiong was shocked and angry, but his reaction was extremely fast. The ghost-headed knife swept across the sky, mashing the body thrown by the one-eyed temple keeper into meat paste,

and the violent knife light slashed straight at him.

Boom!

On the roof of the hall, Li Yuan's heart was shocked, and he heard the sound of metal clashing through the night sky, making a sound.

"I really caught it!"

Li Yuan looked intently.

I saw smoke and snow rolling in the bamboo forest. In the blink of an eye, the bamboo forest covering an area of ​​100 square meters was flattened, and the thatched houses were smashed.

The figures that rushed out from the forest were all shocked and retreated, but they coughed up blood and died.

In the land of Xu, the light of the sword and the shadow of the hammer were shining, and the two figures moved around, and every collision burst out a large piece of fire.

"That sword light, it looks like Su Wanxiong? How did I catch him again?"

Li Yuan recognized the sword light. Last year, on the bank of the river, the scene of Su Wanxiong's transformation with gas left a deep impression on him.

"Jing Shuhu?!"

After a while, the sound of the sword and the sword clashing disappeared, and Li Yuan heard a roar, and then the two figures disappeared into the night one after another.

Bang!

The sound of the arrow exploded, which was the secret signal set by Jing Shuhu.

When Li Yuan jumped down, the disciples of the Supervisory Hall who were ambushed around also rushed out and rushed to all living things in the temple.

Bang!

Li Yuan raised his hammer and hit the attacker backwards with a backhanded hammer.

Shouts and cries rang out, and the two sides quickly fought together.

Fortunately, all the disciples of Shenbing Valley were wearing black clothes and masks, so they were not afraid of admitting mistakes.

Whoosh!

Li Yuan took a step forward, swinging the long-handled hammer like the wind. With his current physique and internal strength, he encountered almost no resistance.

Soon, the shouts and cries in the temple stopped, and Li Yuan also put down the hammer. He glanced over and saw a familiar gray-white round bead in the ruins.

"What is this thing?"

Li Yuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. The round bead was crushed by someone, and now it had a light that only he could see.

It was mixed with blood and green, and it was actually a fourth-level wonder!

[Xuan Yin One-Eyed Child and Mother Eye (Level 4)]

[Take the eye of the Xuan Yin One-Eyed Snake, place it in the remnant statue, and undergo a hundred years of incense and fire to form nine children and one mother, and they have become supernatural beings...]

[Control conditions: Third level of the God Worship Method]

[Control effect: Level 5 (light yellow): God Eye Sutra (Remnant)

Level 4 (green): Fourth level of God Worship Method, Fourth level of Remnant God Worship Method

Level 3 (dark blue): All insects retreat, bewitching people]

Good stuff!

Li Yuan picked up the round bead and found that under the gray-white shell was a vivid snake eye.

And that gray shell...

"It looks very similar to the remnant statue, no wonder there is a scent of incense lingering around, no wonder I didn't sense this light..."

After personally handling it, Li Yuan discovered that although there was not much incense on the stone shell, the grade seemed to be very high.

"At least it's fifth-level incense!"

Li Yuan clenched the ball tightly, and was surprised. He had been looking for high-level incense for a long time, but he didn't expect to find it here.

In the past six months, thanks to the attention of Lei Jingchuan and Jing Shuhu, he has collected a lot of first- and second-level hammers.

As long as there are enough incense, not to mention five fifth-level hammers, six are enough!

"We must collect more incense while the old Jingtou is here."

Putting the ball into his arms, actually putting it into the space of holding the weapon, Li Yuan felt a little relieved and thought that he could go to other temples to have a look.

The relationship between the evil god cult and the temple is inextricable, and the broken temple may not be the only one.

"Five fifth-level hammer skills, there should be some qualitative changes, right?"

In the night, the disciples of the Supervisory Hall were searching the temple, and Li Yuan sat cross-legged against the incense burner, thinking in his heart.

In the past six months, his understanding of the various control effects of the holding weapon scroll has deepened a lot, especially about talent.

The first-level talent blessing is equivalent to a medium-level root bone disciple with mediocre qualifications.

The second-level, three times that, Yue Yunjin belongs to this category.

By analogy, the Hammer Hall estimates that there are only a few people with the fourth or fifth level of hammer talent, including 80,000 and Fang Baoluo.

"With five fifth-level hammer talents, they will definitely surpass Lao Han..."

Li Yuan promised in his heart.

He had been thinking about the hammer for a long time, and it would be rude not to react.

…

…

"I was careless!"

Shenbing Street, in the backyard of a mansion somewhere, in front of the broken rockery, looking at the collapsed tunnel entrance, Jing Shuhu frowned.

He really didn't expect that the kid would find Su Wanxiong who had been lurking for half a year on the first day he came down the mountain.

He didn't even expect that the temple would dare to take him in.

This means that the court also...

"Dig this tunnel, search it, investigate it thoroughly!"

When the disciples from the Supervisory Hall arrived, Jing Shuhu gave the order with a stern face, then moved and disappeared from the house.

In the night, he rose and fell several times and landed in front of the door of an ordinary house. Before he could knock on the door, the door had already opened.

Qiao Tianhe, who looked a little embarrassed, bowed his hands and invited him in.

Inside the house, Wan Chuan was having a drink, quite leisurely:

"Two drinks?"

"..."

Jing Shuhu sat down with a sullen face and drank a few drinks before his complexion improved.

"Su Wanxiong's 'Five Ghosts of Worship' is the best at escaping. A master of viscera refining once tried to chase him for several months but to no avail. It's normal that you didn't catch him."

Wan Chuan put down his wine glass and saw that Jing Shuhu remained silent and said to himself:

"Zhan Wu Tang Meng Zhan, God Worship Cult Su Wanxiong, and Sanyuanwu Wanya, tsk tsk, if Han Chuijun and Gong Yangyu don't come back, it's up to you and Duanmu to survive..."

Qiao Tianhe was waiting at the side, pouring wine for the two of them.

"If you can't stop it, do you think Wan Ya dares to break down the mountain gate of the Divine Weapon Valley?"

"He dares!"

Jing Shuhu dropped his glass heavily.

"Of course he dares. Several years ago, Wan Ya had already succeeded in refining the internal organs. This is Yun Shulou's information and it cannot be false."

Wan Chuan held the wine glass and shook it gently: "One bite of the Red Flame Jiao Jin Bow, I will help you get rid of Wan Ya, how about it?"

"wishful thinking!"

Jing Shuhu's face twitched and he almost walked away: "Wan Ya, you dare to trade for my divine bow?!"

"A weapon without spirituality can be driven by others, but the divine weapon will choose its master. The red flame dragon tendon bow has been gathering dust in the divine weapon pavilion for seven hundred years, so it is better to let me use it."

Wan Chuan did not hide his purpose at all:

"I'm only interested in your ancestor's method of forging magic weapons. As for this bow, I'll give it back to you when you use it."

"impossible!"

Jing Shuhu flatly refused.

His heart bleeds every time he thinks of the rare treasures lost to the Seven Star Palace by the ancestors, let alone giving them away on their own initiative.

Even if the Red Flame Dragon Bow has been covered in dust for many years and no one can recognize its owner, it is still one of the only two divine weapons left in the Divine Weapon Valley.

"The Valley of Divine Weapons has become a target of public criticism. If you can't guard those two divine weapons, why not use someone else to guard them?"

Wan Chuan is very patient and his tone is very gentle. He does not want to irritate Jing Shuhu:

"Have you forgotten what I said when we first met last year? The one who is eyeing the Black Whale Hammer is not Su Wanxiong, not Bai Jingchuan, but the evil god leader..."

"Can't keep it..."

Jing Shuhu sighed. He was really worried. Even if they were prepared to deal with it, he was not afraid of ten thousand, just afraid of what might happen...

"Brother Wan, you and I have known each other for more than seventy years, can we be considered old friends?"

Wan Chuan corrected: "We are nodding friends."

"If there is a sudden change, you can take away the Red Flame Jiao sinew bow, and you don't need to kill Wan Ya or anyone else."

Jing Shuhu said to himself and stood up:

"You want to accept Li Yuan as your personal disciple."

"master……"

Qiao Tianhe, who was waiting on the side, couldn't help but wanted to speak, but was glared at and immediately dared not say anything.

"Hmm... It's okay in name, but it's passed down in person. Although he has talent, I have closed the door for a long time. He is not enough to make me make an exception."

Wan Chuan pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "However, I can recommend him to become an inner disciple of the Seven Star Palace."

"Inner door?"

Jing Shuhu sneered and walked away.