Of course, wind and wind are different. There is drizzle and gentle breeze, and there are also raging storms.

However, Feng Yin and Ye Wuzong are actually very close. They both have the sense of following the wind into the night. Zhao Changhe once suspected that Ye Wuzong had received Feng Yin's inheritance. It can be seen from Ye Wuzong's words.

No. On the contrary, there is a sense of "you first demonstrated the truth with this, but it was only in the order of time, and I can beat you if you put it on the same platform." I am very dissatisfied.

This is the challenge of today's people from the previous era, but Ye Wujiang is too old now and has no confidence, and he no longer has the spirit to fight, and he places more hope on his disciples.

Not surprisingly, Zhao Changhe is the fastest among all the people in learning Wind Control, faster than Sisi, who is known as the direct disciple of the Thief Saint.

Ye Wuji was dumbfounded by the gold content of the dual cultivation of Qinglong and the contemporary Qinglong.

Seeing the afterimage of Zhao Changhe disappearing suddenly, even Ye Wujiang's eyes almost failed to catch it. Ye Wujiang's already old and tired expression became even more silent, and he didn't say a word until the end of the transmission.

"Senior, don't worry. If I see Feng Yin again, I will use what senior taught me to let him know the challenges of the times." Zhao Changhe's words made Ye Wujiang laugh. Only men really know this kind of thing.

The apprentice is still looking forward to curing himself...

He smiled and said, "If possible, let Sisi do this. My direct descendant is not you after all."

"Okay." Zhao Changhe said and fed him a pill, and used the Rejuvenation Art to treat his injuries. The old man did not refuse or cooperate with him. He just waited quietly for Zhao Changhe's operation to end, and then said: "Go ahead.

, there is nothing you can do about lifespan, even though your skills are strong, they can’t make up for it.”

Zhao Changhe didn't say much, bowed and left: "Senior, have a good rest."

He and Yue Hongling left first, leaving Sisi to stay with the master for a while. Ye Wuzong stood at the door and watched the couple leave. After a while, he said: "When he went to Kunlun, I thought he was a very kind and smart young man.

There is nothing else, his fighting methods like barbarians are still not to my taste... Now it seems that the biggest storm in this era lies with him. In fact, I am no longer his opponent. You have really good vision...

…”

Sisi was embarrassed to say that ever since she met that guy, she had been teased and slapped in the face by all sorts of things. She could only mumble and said, "Of course I have good taste, and the master I'm looking for is still

The most powerful one."

There was actually an attempt to arouse the master's spirit. The old man had eaten more salt than she had ever eaten. How could he not know her little bit? Jiujiu laughed dumbly and said: "Sisi, you know how we are.

What’s the biggest drawback?”

Sisi shook her head: "I think it's very powerful. Is it because it lacks momentum?"

"It's because of the lack of courage." Ye Wuzong said lightly: "Whether it is the courage to face the enemy directly or the courage to challenge yourself. If you can break through this, your achievements will be much higher than mine. But Zhao Changhe, I have nothing to do with it.

Worry about him, he is born for challenges."

Sisi understood and knew that the master did not intend to work harder. It was determined by human temperament and the foundation of martial arts. She sighed softly and whispered: "I understand."

Ye Wujiang waved his hand: "Go ahead, you Spirit Clan has a lot of things to do, don't waste time on the old man."

Sisi did have a lot of things to do, so she quickly went to the temple, which was also the palace. After taking a look, she saw that Zhao Changhe did not come this way. Sisi was a little disappointed, but she also knew that it was not the right time.

Surrounded by a group of fully armed soldiers, she slowly climbed onto the throne platform, turned around and sat down.

Below, leaders of various clans fell to their knees in Wuyangyang, not daring to breathe.

In fact, this time Sisi didn't even wear their regular dress, with a casual look with her long hair hanging casually. Normally, she would have been criticized by the die-hards for a long time, but today not even one dared to look up at her.

The kind of incident yesterday, the horror of the "ancestors" rising from the ground, the manifestation of the holy messenger wielding an ax to suppress the heaven and earth, is so oppressive that even the die-hards in our own country are frightened, not to mention other neutrals who are not so "loyal"

No one from the tribe dares to speak out.

"Do you all know what happened yesterday?" Sisi coldly ignored everyone for a long time before speaking slowly.

One of the leaders bravely said: "Yes, there are enemies who dare to disturb the ancestors' sleep, and then we have traitors who dare to cooperate with such a thing?"

After thinking about it, I realized that many of the rebels themselves did not know that Yin Kui existed, but it would be smoother and more ruthless to characterize their nature in this way: "Yes. In addition to our own people, there are also Han generals who once obeyed us.

Those who participated in this matter have been captured at this time. There is no need for trial, and they will all be burned to death on the same day."

Seeing those beautiful red lips uttering such cold words, everyone was sweating and did not dare to say anything.

In just over half a year since this enchanting saint came to power, she has been involved in three bloody storms. The first time was when she came to power, not to mention the second time. Some time ago, someone used her to make her unconscious from pain and felt that she could be bullied.

As a result, they were brutally suppressed. This was the third time.

The second time there was a very clear malicious phishing smell, which was essentially her way of purging the old forces of power. The third time she was also continuing to fish, but it turned out that it was really a matter of outsiders harassing the ancestors in their sleep. Now others

I don’t know that she didn’t know this beforehand, but instead thought that she had everything under control.

All in all, tens of thousands of people were killed in the three times. Basically, all the old forces were wiped out, including the old forces of the Han army. Basically, not even half of the people with ulterior motives could be found. In addition, there were extremely terrifying people behind it.

With the support of male and female saints, the current thinking of being dictatorial is just like playing games.

"Through these few incidents, I know..." Sisi turned sideways slightly, leaning her elbow on the armrest of the chair to support her head, and said calmly: "I once wanted to build a country based on the Central Plains model, but because everyone's customs were too different, in the end

It was a half-baked job. From that day forward, the system was completely restructured. There were no more saints from the Spirit Clan, and there were no leaders of the various ministries. Only the Han vassal belonged to King Dali. All the institutions were based on those of the Han Dynasty. Three divisions were established, six ministries were established, and all armies were organized.

Divider Han."

Some people were astonished: "Da, Dali?"

Sisi smiled sweetly, but there was no smile in her eyes: "Dali City in the Miao border is already in our hands, don't you know?"

Everyone was shocked. Most people really didn’t know this. The internal rebellion had reached this level, but outside, Miao and Yao were still conquering Dali. How could this be done?

Sisi said calmly: "From now on, the Ling clan will fully invade the Miao territory, turning this thousands of miles to the southwest into a world of few people!"

This was the first time that Sisi called herself a loner. She felt a little embarrassed when she said it, but no one in the audience dared to feel embarrassed.

In such troubled times, one must concentrate the most powerful fists in order to occupy a place in this world. The suitability of national centralization in this situation is far better than the original tribal rule. This is the inevitable of the times. Otherwise, the saint will be bloodied these few times.

What is it for? Isn’t it already for this day?

No one knows that what Sisi is thinking is that only in this way can these people gradually leave the secret realm, so as not to be caught off guard when the True Ancestor God is resurrected in the future.

Only in this way can we help Zhao Changhe, who is currently struggling, and become his most solid blade.

Sisi opened a list and began to arrange official positions. As she thought about it, her mind began to wander. She didn't know what Zhao Changhe was doing at the moment. Would learning the wind control from his master be good for him to break the control?

"Snow Owl's afterimage method is not the wind, but the visual deception after his speed reaches the extreme." Zhao Changhe has returned to the tomb mountain at this moment, where he has the strongest insights from his practice: "His afterimage method is

I can't steal the core thing, and I can't steal the technique like him that can attack with multiple clones, but if it is integrated into Yufeng, we can have another branch of development..."

Yue Hongling watched helplessly as Zhao Changhe disappeared, just like the invisible Thief Saint himself.

That's not stealth, it's actually that the speed is so fast that it can no longer capture the movement.

"Choke!" The long sword was unsheathed and pointed diagonally towards the back.

Zhao Changhe's real body was already behind Yue Hongling, and he secretly grabbed her belt.

Being pointed at by the long sword, Zhao Changhe immediately jumped back to avoid the sword: "You actually discovered my movements?"

Yue Hongling's face was expressionless: "We learned it together. Just because you learned it quickly doesn't mean I didn't learn it."

Following the words, Yue Hongling suddenly turned into a stream of afterimages, and afterimages were everywhere. Because she was wearing red clothes, at first glance, she looked like the sky was full of red clouds.

If you look closely, each of Yue Hongling's afterimages can make different faces, which is extremely insulting.

But if you think that the front part of the afterimage is where her real body is, you will be fooled again. The biggest deception of this afterimage is that people focus on this. Zhao Changhe suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled back, accurately grabbing Yue Hongling quietly.

The hand trying to take off his belt held her in his arms.

Both of them tried to take off the other's belt, but both failed, and the exercise of body skills turned into a back-and-forth.

Yue Hongling curled her lips and suddenly smiled.

Everyone learns the same kind of Kung Fu, but in the end they go to different branches, which suit their own personal perceptions. This is what Ye Wuzong said about "getting its essence".

Yue Hongling smiled and said: "My original body method was too straight, rigid and easy to break. Now this is indeed a very useful supplement. It can be named Canxia body method. What about you, what is this, the body-stealing method?"

Zhao Changhe said: "I'm not interested in what to call it. My boxing method still doesn't have a good name. Sometimes I think Lao Xia's plan of casually naming it 'My Fist' is quite good, although

A little bit of a middle grade."

Yue Hongling smiled and said: "Because neither you nor he has the intention to pass on the legacy. If you want to pass on the legacy, you will naturally think of a name. Since you are aiming for the galaxy, you might as well name it in this direction."

Zhao Changhe said: "Then I will call you Xingshan."

Following the words, they disappeared and reappeared in the same place, just like stars twinkling. Yue Hongling saw it interestingly and said with a smile: "But isn't it for the purpose of flying when you learn to control the wind?"

Zhao Changhe held her hand: "Let's go, try?"

The two looked at each other, smiled, and stood up at the same time.

Zhao Changhe had tried flying before. He held Wu Zui in a crooked way and flew together. The speed was not good and it was extremely embarrassing. But this time, the two held hands, like flying in the clouds and riding the mist, and Feng Xu riding the wind, like ascending to immortality.

At this time the false sun of the Eldar is at its zenith.

The two walked on the clouds, and when they arrived near the canopy, Zhao Changhe stretched out his other hand and touched the canopy, pondering for a moment.

Yue Hongling didn't bother him and quietly led him slowly in the air.

The two of them followed the trajectory of the fake sun and slowly walked towards the setting sun in the west until they ran out of energy and slowly landed on the ground. The sun had already reached the extreme west.

"No wonder you secluded yourself here for a while and then revealed your secret after you left."

On the grassland at the end of the west, Zhao Changhe sat there with a piece of thatch in his mouth and watched the big washbasin set. Yue Hongling rested on his lap, recovering the energy lost after practicing flying for a long time, and said casually: "This is a small world.

, is indeed the best way to reach heaven. If you practice here during the entire secret period, I am afraid it will be faster than anywhere else."

Zhao Changhe looked at the setting sun in ecstasy, and whispered: "I'm thinking about how to control Lao Xia's underground sky. These things are all the same, the only difference is in size."

Yue Hongling said: "In the end, is it the entire sky of the world?"
To be continued...