History’s Strongest Senior Brother - 275. #268-Chapter 268

Yan Zhaoge looked at Si Kongqing and smiled.

Yan Zhaoge did not oppose Sikongqing’s ideas.

After all, this is a world that belongs to the warrior. When one person has the ability to open Wushuang horizontally, the others are pale.

The simplest example, Yuan Tian, the devil sage, does not need other means. Standing there is a deterrent.

In the current Eight Great Worlds, a martial sage has the ability and capital to ignore most of the rules. In many cases, only the existence of the same level can restrict him.

As Sikongqing said, she felt that she was powerless, more because of her low cultivation base now.

In fact, this is no wonder she, relative to her age and training time, she has surpassed countless people, but she was involved in a situation that her current cultivation strength could not cope with.

The tragedies of most people in this world actually originated from this.

In a sense, Yan Zhaoge is also in the same situation, but he has other countermeasures.

It is also precisely because it can always solve common sense that one’s current cultivation strength could not cope with the problem that Yan Zhaoge has today’s status and prestige.

Yan Zhaoge looked at Sikongqing’s words and said: “You went out to practice before, although some people took it, but in general, it will not care about you until the moment of life and death. Zongmen also considers the effect of exercise.”

Sikongqing said: “Although this is the case, we always have an emotion of dependence in our hearts.”

She looked at the waterfall in the distance and listened to the rumbling sound of water: “It is very important for Senior Sister Feng to have a life of being alone and being chased by others today and those two years.”

“Although, that’s not a good thing.”

Yan Zhaoge knew what Sikongqing said had nothing to do with Feng Yunsheng’s body of Taiyin, cold marrow needles and Taiyin scriptures.

She was referring to Feng Yunsheng’s powerful strength far surpassing his peers.

On the one hand, it is talent, on the other hand, it is also experience. Feng Yunsheng’s actual combat ability is far stronger than most warriors in the same realm.

As far as Yan Zhaoge knows, Feng Yunsheng and Si Kongqing are both disciples of Fu Enshu’s school, and they often exchange ideas with each other.

The sisters are also very interesting. Feng Yunsheng calls Sikongqing “Senior Sister Sikong”, and Sikongqing calls Feng Yunsheng, which is also called “Senior Sister Feng”.

Of course there is no contradiction between the two, and there is no meaning of tit-for-tat.

Feng Yunsheng honored Sikongqing, who was younger than him, as his senior sister because he was late in getting started.

And Sikongqing called Feng Yunsheng Senior Sister, the reason is very simple.

There is no hatred and no resentment between the same sects, and they will not fight life and death, but in the same realm, Feng Yunsheng is always slightly better.

If it was a desperate battle, Feng Yunsheng’s advantage would be even greater.

Yan Zhaoge unintentionally interfered with Si Kongqing’s decision and smiled and said: “You have this idea, but you are also committed to martial arts, working hard and making progress. I naturally have no opinion. It is hard to say to others. For you, it may indeed be a feasible way.”

“However, first, you’d better make a decision after asking Uncle Fu’s opinion. Second, even if you want to leave, wait for the master to leave the customs. It is better to talk about it after all the dust has settled. Recently, it is an eventful period.”

Sikongqing listened and nodded and said, “Senior Brother Yan is right, I understand.”

She bowed her hand to Yan Zhaoge and left.

Yan Zhaoge looked at Si Kongqing’s back and sighed: “Who can stand out from the crowd?”

Shaking his head, Yan Zhaoge returned to his residence.

When it comes to practicing hard and improving one’s own strength and realm, Yan Zhaoge’s self-motivated spirit has never been weaker than others.

Regardless of his infinite scenery these days, he has done great things that many masters and martial artists cannot 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 qi in his body continuously adjusted his breath, and a spiritual light on his head shot into the sky.

Raising his left hand, Yan Zhaoge looked at the marks left by the magic mark on the back of his hand, and continued to figure out and study the power conception in it.

In the dantian, the chaotic air mass is still hazy.

After Yan Zhaoge adjusted his breath for a while, the spiritual light on his head gradually converged, and he took out something.

It was a piece of stone that looked like a mirror. It was opaque and looked gray.

But when Yan Zhaoge’s gaze fell on it, the surface of the stone seemed to be faintly flashing, reflecting the face of Yan Zhaoge.

It was the immortal stone that Yan Zhaoge had obtained in the alien space where He San lived before his life.

The function of this treasure routine is also known to the general public before the Great Destruction. It is to reflect the path of the qi movement during the training and present it to others to watch.

In other words, the main function is actually to teach apprentices.

When the elders of the teacher’s school perform their own exercises, they use the celestial stone to show the route of the Gangqi movement, and to demonstrate to the younger generations to facilitate their observation and comprehension.

But Yan Zhaoge knows that this treasure has other uses.

He stretched out his fingers and gently stroked the surface of the Zhaoming Immortal Stone, writing a series of veins, and the surface of the stone pieces suddenly showed different light and shadow scenes.

The original gray stone flakes, at this moment, gradually began to become clear and transparent, like a crystal, like a real mirror.

The aura above Yan Zhaoge’s head rose again, but there were images rising in the aura, which looked very unique.

In the following days, Yan Zhaoge started his own cultivating days again.

Throughout the day, you must either practice by yourself and keep accumulating to prepare for the impact of the Great Master’s realm, or try to figure out the marks left by the magic marks on the back of your left hand, or use the inner crystal furnace to create broken magic arrows.

Time flies quickly, and some days have passed since the old master Yuanzheng Peak retreat.

The internal operation of Guangcheng Mountain is as usual, Yan Di has completely entered the role, and in the outside world, whether it is the Great Sun Sacred Sect or Jueyuan, there is no major movement for the time being.

At this moment, it seemed as if all people were united, looking forward to Yuan Zhengfeng’s accomplishment and leaving after successfully setting foot in the realm of Martial Saint.

But whether it was Yan Zhaoge, Yan Di and others, they all knew that all this was just an illusion, just the last silence before the storm.

One day, Yan Zhaoge sat quietly in the room, and the surface of the crystal-like Zhaoming Immortal Stone was covered with cracks, like a fine cobweb.

Yan Zhaoge looked calm, stretched out his finger, and touched the immortal stone.

The crystal-like stone fragments shattered silently, turned into fine powder, and then turned into dust, dissipating in the air, as if it had never existed.

And Yan Zhaoge’s head is brilliant and brilliant.

Up and down his whole body, in every acupuncture orifice, there seemed to be light shining outwards.

Yan Zhaoge’s whole body is bathed in the brilliance, and the illusory qi, as if turned into a real auspicious cloud, set off his body.

The dazzling aura above his head began to slowly withdraw the Yanzhao Ge Tianling at this time, and the light on his body was even more intense.

Today, Yan Zhaoge is officially marching towards the realm of great master!