Two Hundred and Sixty-Seven. Marching to the Grand Master Realm
Yan Zhaoge looked at Sikong Qing and smiled slightly.
Yan Zhaoge did not object to Sikong Qing's idea.
After all, this is a world that belongs to warriors. When a person is capable of unrivaled horizontal push, everything else is pale.
The simplest example, the demon sage Yuan Tian, doesn't need any other means, the presence of others is a deterrent.
In the current eight great worlds, a martial saint has the ability and capital to ignore most rules. In many cases, only the existence of the same level can restrict him.
As Sikong Qing said, she felt powerless more because her current cultivation was still low.
In fact, this is no wonder to her, compared to her age and training time, she has already surpassed countless people, but she was involved in a situation that her current cultivation level could not handle.
The tragedy of most people in this world actually stems from this.
In a sense, Yan Zhaoge was in the same situation, but he had other countermeasures.
It is precisely because he can always solve problems that he cannot deal with in the ordinary sense with his current cultivation and strength, that's why Yan Zhaoge has the status and prestige he has today.
Yan Zhaoge looked at Sikong Qing and said: "Before you went out to practice, although someone took you with you, but generally speaking, until the moment of life and death, you will not be cared about. The sect also considers the effect of exercise."
Sikong Qing said: "Even so, there is always a feeling of dependence in our hearts."
She looked towards the waterfall in the distance and listened to the sound of rumbling water: "Senior Sister Feng is able to have what she is today. The life of wandering alone for two years and being hunted down all the time is very important."
"Although, that's not a good thing."
Yan Zhaoge knew that what Sikong Qing said had nothing to do with Feng Yunsheng's Taiyin body, cold marrow acupuncture, Taiyin scriptures and so on.
She was referring to Feng Yunsheng's formidable strength far surpassing his peers.
Talent on the one hand, and experience on the other, Feng Yunsheng's actual combat ability is far stronger than most warriors of the same realm.
As far as Yan Zhaoge knew, Feng Yunsheng and Sikong Qing were both Fu Enshu's disciples. Usually there are often feeds and tricks.
This is also very interesting for teachers and sisters. Feng Yunsheng called Sikong Qing "Senior Sister Sikong",
And Si Kongqing called Feng Yunsheng "Senior Sister Feng".
Of course, there was no conflict between the two, nor did it mean any tit-for-tat.
Feng Yunsheng is because he started late. So I respectfully call Sikong Qing, who is younger than me, Senior Sister.
The reason why Si Kongqing called Feng Yunsheng a senior sister is very simple.
There is no enmity or resentment between the same door. It's not a life-and-death fight, but in the same realm, it's a competition. Feng Yunsheng was always slightly better.
If it was a fight to the death, Feng Yunsheng's advantage would be even greater.
Yan Zhaoge unintentionally interfered with Sikong Qing's decision. He smiled and said: "You have this idea, and you are also dedicated to martial arts, working hard and making progress. Naturally, I have no objection, and it is hard to tell others. For you, it may indeed be a feasible path."
"However, one. You'd better ask Master Master's opinion before making a decision. Second, even if you want to leave, it's better to wait for the master to leave the customs. It's better to talk about it after the dust settles. Recently, it's a troubled time."
After hearing this, Sikong Qing nodded and said, "What Senior Brother Yan said makes sense, I understand."
She bowed her hands to Yan Zhaoge, bid farewell and left.
Yan Zhaoge looked at Sikong Qing's back, and sighed a little: "Who can stand out among a hundred battles?"
Shaking his head, Yan Zhaoge returned to his residence.
When it comes to cultivating hard and improving one's own strength and state, Yan Zhaoge's self-motivation has never been weaker than others.
Don't look at him being so prosperous these days and accomplishing many great things that master warriors couldn't do, but Yan Zhaoge's urgent desire to improve his own strength is stronger than most people.
Returning to the quiet room, Yan Zhaoge sat cross-legged, the stellar energy in his body constantly adjusted his breath, and a spiritual light shot up above his head.
Raising his left hand, Yan Zhaoge inspected the magic imprint left on the back of his hand, constantly pondering and studying the artistic conception of power in it.
In the dantian, the chaotic air mass is still hazy.
After Yan Zhaoge adjusted his breath for a while, the aura above his head gradually subsided, and he took out something.
It was a mirror-like flake of stone, opaque, and looked dusty.
But when Yan Zhaoge's eyes fell on it, the surface of the stone flake seemed to have a faint light flashing, reflecting Yan Zhaoge's face.
It was the Immortal Stone of Fate that Yan Zhaoge had obtained in the foreign space where He San lived before.
The regular function of this treasure is also the function known to ordinary people before the Great Destruction, which is to reflect the movement line of the stellar energy when one is practicing, and present it to others to watch.
In other words, the main function is actually to teach apprentices.
When the elders of the master sect perform their own exercises, they use the fate-according fairy stone to show the movement route of the qi, and demonstrate it to the younger generation, so that they can observe and comprehend.
But Yan Zhaoge knew that this treasure had other uses.
He stretched out his finger, and gently stroked the surface of the Immortal Stone of Fate, writing veins one after another, and a different light and shadow scene appeared on the surface of the stone.
The originally dusty stone flakes gradually began to become clear and transparent at this moment, like crystals, like a real mirror.
The spiritual light above Yan Zhaoge's head rose again, but there was also an image rising in the spiritual light, which looked very unique.
In the days that followed, Yan Zhaoge started his own cultivation again.
During the whole day, he either practiced by himself and kept saving to prepare for the impact on the realm of the Grand Master, or he tried to figure out the mark left by the magic mark on the back of his left hand, or further used the inner crystal furnace to forge the broken magic arrow.
Time flies, and it has been a while since the old master Yuan Zhengfeng retreated.
Guangcheng Mountain is functioning as usual, Yan Di has fully entered the role, and outside, no matter whether it is the Great Sun Sect or Jueyuan, there is no major action for the time being.
At this moment, it seemed as if all the people were united in anticipation that Yuan Zhengfeng would complete his achievements and leave the customs after successfully stepping into the realm of martial saints.
But both Yan Zhaoge, Yan Di and the others knew that all of this was just an illusion, just the last calm before the storm.
One day, Yan Zhaoge sat quietly in the room, and before his eyes, the crystal-clear surface of the Immortal Stone of Fate was already covered with cracks, like fine spider webs.
With a calm expression on his face, Yan Zhaoge stretched out his finger, and tapped on the Immortal Stone of Destiny.
The crystal-like flakes shattered silently, turned into fine powder, and then turned into dust, dissipating in the air, as if they had never existed.
And Yan Zhaoge had a flash of light above his head, and the radiance was brilliant.
From top to bottom of his body, every acupuncture point seemed to have light emitting outward.
Yan Zhaoge's whole body was bathed in the brilliance, the illusory stellar energy seemed to turn into real auspicious clouds, setting off his body.
At this moment, the bright aura above his head began to slowly withdraw Yan Zhaoge's Tianling, and the radiance around him became more intense.
Today, Yan Zhaoge is officially marching towards the realm of the Grand Master! (To be continued.) Enable new URL