After thinking for a long time, Xia Ming came up with an extremely witty name. ——Patrick Star. Three simple words can make people feel the endless wisdom coming from the sea. It's a pity that before Xia Ming could be happy, Po Liuhan rejected his inspiration. "No! Pai Daxing is the leader of a clan. If you use this name, something will happen." As soon as Po Liuhan said these words, Xia Naruto went numb. Horsey!
The co-author Patrick is doing better than me!
There are people snatching this name, which is simply unreasonable! While secretly biting his back teeth, another name popped up in Xia Ming's mind. "How about...my name is Yun Zhonghe? Those cranes will probably like it, right?" "Quack! No! Damn it! Yun Zhonghe is a prostitute!"
When Xia Ming was speechless, he suddenly felt a chill on his forehead. Looking up, the sky is filled with snow, which is quite blurry. It was dark here and there was silence everywhere. Seemingly feeling something, Xia Ming looked back. In a daze, he seemed to see himself that day. The lonely figure burning incense in the thirty-seventh hole of the Soul Cliff. The events of the past are just like the heavy snow in the sky, falling one after another and spreading wantonly. The moment was blurry, like a dream, and I had so many feelings. With a long sigh, Xia Ming spoke slowly in the wind and snow. "My name will be Chen Niansheng..." "Let those thoughts of the past flourish unchecked." After taking a deep look at Xia Ming, Po Liuhan had a strange thought in his heart. Nian Sheng? He Niansheng? Could it be that Xia Ming wants to cause trouble? It's impossible, my brother is pure and good-natured. While Po Liuhan was thinking, the snowflakes in the sky became a little bigger. Under the cover of wind and snow, Xia Ming and his two men headed north. After causing such a big disaster, we can only go north. Daguanxianzhou is the throat of Tianye in the extreme south. Going south is asking for death. As Xia Ming hurried on, he summarized the gains and losses of this battle.
Although he didn't get the "Jihai Blood Sutra" he wanted most, it was not a loss after getting the Grand View Sword Intent. The Five Elements Formation in Lower Dantian still needs to be understood, and the evolution of the Blood Wheel Heavenly Palace must be further catalyzed. Time, time. Xia Ming knew that he needed enough time to understand. However, time is exactly what Xia Ming lacks most. Xia Ming and the two escaped quickly, and the cultivators of the Ninth Immortal Palace chased them even more urgently. Although the first generation ancestor of Daguan agreed to form a hunting group, there was still no movement in that damn hunting group. Not only that, the entire armies of the Grand View Immortal Continent are still pulling inward, as if they are defending the Immortal Continent. Seeing this, the monks of the Ninth Immortal Palace were still unclear. They had become abandoned children! While secretly cursing Xianzhou for being unfair, the monks from the Ninth Immortal Palace could only go all the way north. You know, there are several deserted islands to the north of Daguanxianzhou. In the desert continent, wild beasts roam and thieves run rampant, and the situation is complicated. If you want to go it alone and find someone in a deserted continent, it is tantamount to asking for death. Therefore, the monks of the Ninth Immortal Palace simply formed the "Zhanxia Alliance". Now, if anyone wants to touch them, they have to think carefully. After all, the Zhanxia Alliance is backed by Yin-Yang realm giants. Although it is said to be the Zhanxia Alliance, the monks within it are vaguely divided into two factions. One group advocates boiling the frog in warm water and not to push too hard. You can even sit down and have a good talk with Xia Ming. It is safest to use temptation to corrode his Taoist heart and then destroy it bit by bit. After all, Xia Ming's talent is obvious to all. The cultivators know that it is only a matter of time before Xia Ming advances to the Nascent Soul. Any environmental stimulation may accelerate the process of the boy's birth. Once Xia Ming succeeds in the birth of a baby, all the people in the Ninth Immortal Palace will be affected. Even monks have to burp their farts. They even think that Xia Ming's Yuanying has been condensed, and he can be promoted to Yuanying anytime, anywhere. But once he is promoted to Yuanying, tens of millions of people will die because of him. This kind of cause and effect is not good. Carry it. Aren’t monks seeking immortality through their cultivation? Carrying this kind of cause and effect, when he fights for destiny in the future, he will die. In other words, no matter whether he becomes a Nascent Soul or not, Xia Ming's path to immortality will be cut off. In this world, except for immortality, everything can be discussed, and there is nothing that cannot be reached. If we really can't reach an agreement, it can only be said that he wants too much. The other group's views are relatively extreme. They advocated suppressing Xia Ming and killing him quickly with the power of thunder. Although the idea is good, it is difficult to implement. The person who can kill Xia Ming with thunder must at least be a god. The Desolate Continent is no better than the Immortal Continent. If Da Xiu lets go of his spiritual consciousness to search for Xia Ming, to some desolate beasts, this is a provocation, a naked provocation.
Therefore, while the two factions were negotiating, the search progress slowed down a little bit. If they slow down, Xia Ming will have more time to master the art of swordsmanship. …… Refining elixirs, taking medicine, watching cranes. should read the sword, understand the Tao, and hurry on the road. In the regular life, Xia Ming is looking for the faintest hint of inspiration. Xia Ming had a long sword on his waist, and his right hand rubbed the hilt of the sword habitually. Closing his eyes, Xia Ming carefully searched for the man's condition. The cold wind was howling and strong winds were flying. Xia Ming drew his sword with his right hand and slashed violently. As the spiritual energy surged, a huge cedar tree in front of Xia Ming snapped. "No...no...it shouldn't be spiritual energy." Shaking his head, Xia Ming sheathed the sword handsomely. Although Xia Ming did not achieve any results in drawing his sword, he became more and more proficient in holding the sword. After swinging his sword, Xia Ming rushed back. After all, Po Liuhan was still waiting for him. It was windy and snowy, and the desert island was desolate. Xia Ming, who was using magnetic field induction, unexpectedly ran into a monk head-on. When the two faced each other, they were both shocked. Before Xia Ming could react, a dazzling word Xia flashed above the man's head. Now...it's really embarrassing. Xia Ming guessed who he was, and he also knew Xia Ming's identity. The moment he saw Xia Ming clearly, Wang Li was stunned. Wang Li knew that with his early Nascent Soul strength, it was impossible to kill Xia Ming with thunder. On the contrary, once Xia Ming was excited about the birth of a baby, Wang Li would belch on the spot. When Wang Li's scalp was numb, Xia Ming drew his sword and struck with a strike so fast that Wang Li had no time to react. "My little friend! Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! I didn't mean any harm..." stab- The sword light was wrapped in spiritual energy and slashed straight towards Wang Li's body. The jade talisman was shattered, the air mask was torn, and Wang Li's body was left with a wound that was deep enough to show the bone. The sword slashed down, and when Xia Ming sheathed the sword out of habit, he was stunned. The sword in his hand was gone... To be precise, the sword disintegrated directly after the previous slash.
When Xia Ming's eyes tightened, Wang Li's pupils trembled. This is a casual sword! ? What he held was even just a low-level spiritual sword!
If I cut it off a few more inches, my head would be gone! Ignoring the pain of the wound, Wang Li spoke quickly: "Little friend! Little friend! Misunderstanding! I'm here..." Before Wang Li finished speaking, his head was violently torn off by Po Liuhan's big hand. When the blood spurts out, Po Liuhan is like a demon. Throwing the head aside casually, Po Liuhan's mind was extremely firm. [Xia Ming, don’t worry... I will help you kill everyone in the Ninth Immortal Palace. 】 [This is my brother’s promise to you. 】 [If you want to become an immortal, my brother will protect you! 】 Looking at the tragic death of Wang Li, a helpless look flashed in Xia Ming's eyes. In fact... he really wanted to hear what that person wanted to say. After Wang Li's incident, Xia Ming and the others were a little faster. A few days later, a "mortal" broke into the cave where Xia Ming and his two men temporarily settled. He was carrying an old bookcase on his back. He was about forty years old, with a thin body, a gray beard, and a wrinkled face when he smiled. His arrival directly raised the hearts of Xia Ming and the two of them. There was no spiritual energy fluctuation in this man. He seemed to be just a mortal. But...how could a mortal skip over the perception of two people and come here! Although there was no coercion on that person, Xia Ming and Po Liuhan both knew that this person should not be underestimated! "I, Wei Wei, am a scholar. It's freezing outside. I wonder if you two can let me stay for the night?" While talking, the man rubbed his hands sheepishly and shook the snowflakes off his body. "Wei Wei...are you afraid of slander...are you afraid that the road is too steep and too steep to be climbed?" When Xia Ming's eyes were sharp, Wei Wei slowly looked at him. "My little friend is very talented in literature. I guess he is also a scholar?" "No, I am blind and cannot read at all." Sitting by the campfire as if no one else was around, Wei Wei put down his book box and asked again. "Meeting is fate. Do you dare to ask my little friend's name?" Staring into Wei Wei's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Xia Ming spoke word by word. "I...Chen Niansheng..."
"Niansheng? What Niansheng is it? I didn't hear clearly..." Hearing the words He Niansheng, Xia Ming's heart suddenly palpitated again. "Chen...my surname is Chen." "Oh, it turns out to be Chen Niansheng..." "It's good to be born with thoughts, it's wonderful to be born with thoughts. If you want to live, there is still hope." As soon as Wei Wei said these words, Xia Ming felt that his hair was standing on end and his bones and blood were cold. (End of chapter)