Updated: 2013-04-13

"Before leaving, how did this sect tell you, if possible, kill or destroy Xunliang at any cost!" Tao Li suddenly lowered his voice, his eyes full of anger, "Have you forgotten who saved your life? Who has helped you over the years..."

"Enough." Tao Zhan suddenly interrupted him and said lightly: "No matter what, Jian Ce has helped the sect win. I will give you this spiritual pill to recover from your injuries. You can take it and rest."

Tao Li was puzzled. When he saw the pill clearly, he instantly dissipated, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Jian Ce bowed respectfully, took a jade bottle with both hands, opened it and took out a pill that emitted a faint fragrance of medicine, and swallowed it in Tao Zhan's eyes. He waved his hand slightly, Jian Ce bowed again, turned around and retreated to the wooden platform and sat cross-legged, coughed lightly from his mouth, and a large piece of blood foam was overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

The disciples of Changyun Sect, on the side, pushed them out with disgust, but they didn't want to see him at all. Obviously, there were other reasons besides letting Xun Liang go. But because of this, no one noticed that when he lowered his head to wipe the blood in the corner of his mouth, there was a slight stimulation in his throat, and a pill that had not yet been melted appeared in his palm.

Jian Ce lowered his eyes, his eyes suddenly became extremely cold. His clumsy speech did not mean that he was stupid. On the contrary, his wisdom was more than most people in this world.

He became suspicious when he was summoned from retreat and told him to kill or destroy a disciple named Xunliang of the Four Seasons Sect at any cost. When Xunliang showed his sword sect's cultivation and Tao Zhan still ordered him to take action, he knew that something was wrong. So he was wary and never really took this pill.

The elixir is made of a strange grass radish that grows on dead trees for more than a hundred years. It is made with many precious medicinal materials such as Qiling, golden thread flower, and white fungus. It can quickly replenish monks' loss of qi and blood and speed up the recovery of physical injuries.

The taste and color of the bitter grass are exactly the same as Qi Ling. Even a slight numbness of scent will become extremely insignificant when offset by the white fungus. After changing it with Qi Ling, this dry elixir that originally replenishes qi and blood and is beneficial to the recovery of the body will turn into a septic blood pill that accelerates the sanitation of qi and blood and can damage the body of the monk.

In ordinary times, the poison of the septic blood pill is at most weak for a period of time, and it can recover after the toxicity gradually dissipates. However, when the qi and blood are scarce in severe injuries, if you take the septic blood pill, you will accelerate the septic blood and ulterior moltenness. The medicinal power will penetrate deep into the flesh and bone marrow, corroding the body and causing irrecoverable damage, completely destroying his physical cultivation!

From this assassination, we can see that Chang Yunzong has gradually noticed some secrets on him over the period of time. He would lose all his patience with him only if he had the confidence to control him! This time he ordered him to defeat Xunliang, and he thought he was ready to lose both sides. Then he used the Septic Blood Pill to destroy his physical cultivation and control him to ask slowly.

As the thoughts turned, Jian Ce's heart became colder. He took a breath and pressed down the thoughts in his heart. There was no trace of them on the surface, and he began to close his eyes and practice.

Under normal circumstances, Tao Zhan and others had no chance of getting out of him, but now they mistakenly thought that he had swallowed the septic pill, and he might not have no chance to relax his vigilance. Now, all he needs to do is to recover some strength as soon as possible and wait for the time to come.

Just as this mysterious disciple of Changyun Sect was preparing to escape, the sect competition continued.

Tao Zhan's eyes narrowed, and his subtle movements made his breath even more gloomy and cold. He said lightly: "Xun Zhao, the Four Seasons Sect, I have heard of this junior reputation for a long time, and it is really not disappointing when I see it today. If I give him another ten years, I will definitely be a powerful figure in Yiliu Biancheng style, but all this will last until today. Chen Yu, I know that you have been waiting for a long time. Today is the day for you to become famous completely. Remember, I don't want him to go down the stone platform!"

Behind him, Chen Yu's eyes became bright, his handsome face showed a faint coldness and ruthlessness, and he said respectfully: "Don't worry, my ancestor, I will leave him behind!" He suddenly turned around, his eyes fell across the domain of Xun Zhao, and it had turned into a lush, cold and silent without any emotional fluctuations.

As soon as he stepped under his feet, Chen Yu's figure soared into the sky, jumped over dozens of meters away, and fell on the stone platform with a "bang"! The entire huge stone platform was trembling slightly, his body was straight and without trembling at all. Huge cracks emerged from his feet and spread out quickly, turning into an extremely huge hideous spider web, and each crack was revealed. In the center of the spider web, he was like a poisonous wolf spider catching prey. In order to kill the prey today, he had been preparing for three years!

Soon, Chen Yu's cold voice broke the silence caused by his own visual impact on the venue. "Xun Zhao, after three years, you and I finally have another chance to fight." He took a breath slowly and said calmly and strongly: "I promise, I will definitely win today!"

Three years ago, a thief fled to the territory of various sects and fled into the branch of Manshan, and several major sects sent their disciples to chase and kill them. In the four seasons, the disciples of the two sects of Changyun finally killed them deep in the branch of Manshan, but clashed with their achievements, which led to the first battle between Xun Zhao and Chen Yu, two sects of their respective sects.

Since the beginning of that battle, Chen Yu, who had never lost a single cultivator among his peers, was defeated miserably. No matter how crazy his attacks were again and again, he could not shake him at all, but he was knocked away again and again, and finally he was carried away by the disciples of the sect. Before his consciousness fell into darkness, what he saw was Xun Zhao's calm face.

Why calm?

Because he is strong enough and because he does not threaten his power, he is calm and disdainful!

At least, this is Chen Yu’s understanding.

Over the past three years, Xun Zhao's face in his memory has not gradually become blurred with the passage of time, but has become clearer and deeply imprinted in his soul! Whenever he is unable to support it in hard practice, his calm face will automatically appear in front of him, and he has the power to continue to persevere!

Chen Yu understood a long time ago that Xun Zhao had become his inner demon without realizing it. But he was not afraid. The heavier the inner demon, the more tenacious he will only give him a more resilient will to cultivate. When he defeated him one day, the inner demon will naturally dissipate!

And today, it is when he defeated his inner demon and avenged his shame!

Chen Yu's powerful appearance, confident voice and powerful enough aura all formed invisible oppression and rippled in the space.

But facing these, Xun Zhao's face was very calm and he simply said: "Three years ago, you said you would definitely win, but you still lost."

His voice was calm, just telling the simplest fact, but he tore the invisible oppression of Chen Yuzhi in an instant! The calm voice fell into Chen Yu's ears, but it was the most unbearable humiliation in this world, like a long sword, completely lifting the scars buried deep in his heart! The pain, humiliation and anger made his breath gradually deepen, his handsome face twisted slightly and looked extraordinarily hideous, and his body was trembling slightly.

"Xun Zhao, I didn't expect you to use this kind of trick to attack your heart. I admit that you have successfully angered me, but this will not make me mistakes, but will only make me stronger! It is your trick that exposes your weakness. You are afraid of failure. You are afraid of failure! Xun Zhao, the more you are afraid of failure, the more you are destined to fail! Today, in the Four Seasons Sect, in full view of everyone, I, Chen Yu, will completely step on you! I want everyone to know who is the real pride of heaven!"

Chen Yu's voice became heavier and heavier, and finally turned into a crazy roar! The rolling sound echoed in the air, and the resentment that penetrated into his bones made people feel cold! He stepped down with one step below his feet, and the terrible soul fluctuations erupted from his body instantly, and he raised his hand and slapped it down!

"Cangqing's Hand!"

The next moment, as the heaven and earth elemental power flowed rapidly, a strong wind suddenly rose!

As the wind roared, a big hand quickly emerged from the space, about three or four feet tall, the whole body was as bright as green wood. The circles of wood grain like annual rings on the big hand were extremely clear.

Before my palm fell, the pressure had already arrived!

Xun Zhao's robe was instantly suppressed and pressed against his body, with the folds on his edges as iron cast. His eyes were only a little more solemn, but they were still calm. Whether Chen Yu regarded his tolerance and did not take heavy measures as disdain or simply narrating some facts as humiliation at this moment, there was no objection at this time.

For him, all he left was to defeat Chen Yu with all his might to win, which was so simple. With a simple idea, facing the famous Changyun Sect spell [Cang Qing Hand], he simply raised his hand and slashed his palm down like a knife.

Without earth-shaking momentum and terrifying power fluctuations, a blue wooden knife appeared in front of him.

Yes, it was a wooden knife, which was like an ordinary farmer who cut off a piece of branches from the tree to make his son happy, and then cut it clumsily with an axe. The blade was rough and covered with edges and corners without any beauty, but it carefully removed all the wooden thorns. In order to prevent damage to himself, the blade was also cut off one layer and turned into a very narrow plane, which looked even less harmful.

The name of this magic is [Wooden Knife], which is not recorded in any sect, but Xun Zhao created it alone. He grew up in the sect since he was a child. When he asked the teacher, he only said that he had saved him from the hands of a human trafficker. His memory of the family was very vague, and only a blue wooden knife was particularly clear. He vaguely remembered that he was a simple man who gave him this wooden knife, but his face was very vague. Perhaps it was his father who did not exist in his memory.

Perhaps the memory of this wooden knife was too deep in his heart, or out of longing for his unmasked father, Xun Zhao condensed this wooden knife with the power of heaven and earth in the third-level lotus platform realm, and then as time passed, he slashed countless times, infused his thoughts. The power of the wooden knife became increasingly greater and gradually became his unique magic.
Chapter completed!