I Am A Role Model! Blackmail!

The night gradually fell, and the imperial city of Tongxian Kingdom began to light up thousands of lights...

Except for the towering Nine Heavens palace, everything seemed very lively and peaceful...

Some people are hawking on the street, some are soliciting customers on the pavilion, some are chasing their beloved...

Li Dao smiled. In fact, the so-called practitioners are no different from ordinary people, but they have a longer lifespan and stronger strength...

The scattered thoughts were quickly withdrawn, he drew out the Xue Mao sword, and the white aura of righteousness covered the sword in an instant...

Li Dao flicked the sword vigorously, and found that Haoran's righteousness showed no signs of slackening, and immediately smiled with satisfaction.

This is the harvest of his day. Not only can he quickly cover the Spiritual Qi on the blade, but the Spiritual Qi covered is much more condensed than before, and it will no longer be easily shaken and scattered...

Li Dao's thoughts moved, and Haoran's righteousness slowly poured into Xue Maojian.

The white light on Xue Maojian's body also became more and more intense. When Li Dao felt that it was almost the same, he suddenly cut forward...

"boom!"

The imaginary white Sword Qi did not appear, but the Spiritual Qi in the Xue Mao Sword became disordered and irritable, and then turned into a huge counter-thrust force, pouring out towards Li Dao...

Li Dao was stunned, and was directly smashed on Gong Yijun's wooden house by the force of the counter-push... If the house was not made of special material, I was afraid that a big hole would be smashed...

But the loud noise that erupted suddenly caught the attention of the two people in the outer courtyard, but they just smiled at each other and didn't care too much.

"What... daddy is better than you with branches!"

Li Dao shoved the Xuemao sword into the soil fiercely, feeling that this dark long sword was ugly no matter how you looked at it.

Can't even pronounce Sword Qi, can this be considered a sword?

Ordinary long sword, just need Spiritual Qi to cover the body of the sword, and then swing it out, you can cut out a Sword Qi... But this Xue Mao sword, obviously not...

Li Dao has an extraordinary perception of swords, and after the experiment just now, he has probably understood...

If you want to cut Sword Qi with Xuemao Sword, you must let the Spiritual Qi on the sword follow the lines on the sword and walk backwards...

Thinking like this, Li Dao pulled out the Xue Mao sword from the soil, and only attached a thin layer of Hao Ran righteousness to it... Then slowly swung it out, making the Spiritual Qi on the sword go retrograde...

"call out…"

Perhaps because of the slow movement, Sword Qi did come out... Just flying less than a foot in the air, it turned into a cloud of white mist and dissipated between heaven and earth...

Seeing that it really worked, Li Dao looked happy and quickly started to practice.

...

At the same time, in a deep house compound, a young man wearing a black robe was sitting cross-legged in the void. Around him, several colorful Spirit Stones were circling. His pores, drilled into his body...

It was not until the Spirit Stones completely lost their spirituality that Situ Yuan suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.

Multicolored Spirit Stones are a special product of Tongxian Kingdom. They have amazing effects, but there are not many. They are the only way to absorb multicolored Spiritual Qi outside of the Nine Heavens Palace.

Situ Yuan rubbed his forehead and watched the battle during the day. Even he had a headache.

Whether it is Xiaolei Wang or Tie Kui, he is not sure of winning...

There is also Lin Wanran, she is the most easily overlooked, but...the feeling for Situ Yuan is the most difficult...even the least he wants to face.

Because if it's really right... he doesn't even have a grasp on the fifth floor, only about four and a half...

"Hey... do your best." Situ Yuan sighed and continued to cultivate.

...

It wasn't until the moon hung high and it was late into the night that Lin Song came out of Gong Yijun's house, said hello, and turned to leave.

When he came out, the moonlight shone on him, feeling the coolness around him, and he couldn't help but feel better.

Lin Song and Gong Yijun have similar personalities, both of them are the kind of people who like to be at ease.

So of course we have to get closer...

He walked through the winding alley and finally came to the edge of a small lake.

Compared with other places, this lake is much quieter, there are no various traders, and naturally there are no pedestrians.

Soon, Lin Song's eyes fell under a willow tree on the other side of the lake, revealing a smile of "as expected".

I saw a woman in a pink skirt sitting on the stone bench under the willow tree. At this moment, her cheeks were slightly puffed out, and she threw stones at the lake angrily. Every time she threw a stone, she kept mumbling something...

You don't need to listen to know, it will definitely be some curse words.

Lin Song also felt a bit of a headache for his daughter.

Immediately, he stepped out and appeared beside Lin Wanran. He leaned down and smiled and said, "Why, are you still angry with me?"

Lin Wanran had noticed Lin Song for a long time, so she turned her head away and ignored it.

Lin Song teased: "You said you came here as soon as you were angry, and it's been so long that you haven't changed your place.

Well, as a father, how can I not worry about your affairs, let's go, I will explain it to you on the way back. "

Lin Wanran turned around, looked at Lin Song suspiciously, and asked, "Really?"

"Really, let's go." Lin Song nodded seriously.

Lin Wanran just got up and walked with Lin Song. On the way, Lin Song said slowly: "The reason why I don't continue to ask is because your uncle really doesn't know anything.

He had put his love on the mountains and rivers all day, and if he continued to ask questions, he would only hurt his feelings in vain. "

Lin Wanran frowned slightly: "But..."

Lin Song continued: "Hey...you're just worrying, you can rest assured. I can guarantee that with your qualifications, the teacher of the Four Saints Academy who is good at Sword Technique will take the initiative to come to you."

"What if not?" Lin Wanran still asked worriedly, this actually is not that she is not confident, but in her opinion, apprenticeship is a very important thing, and she doesn't dare to do anything casually.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have to spend so much trouble, just for a little opinion.

"You still don't believe it if you are a father?" Lin Song asked back with a smile.

Only then did Lin Wanran feel a little relieved, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"By the way... in this competition, do you think who is more difficult?" Lin Song suddenly asked.

"Tricky... At present, there are a few, such as Little Lei Wang, Situ Yuan, Tie Kui...etc, but...it shouldn't be a big problem." Lin Wanran smiled confidently.

Lin Song frowned slightly and nodded. He was still very confident about his daughter... But what he wanted to ask was not these people... but the white-haired boy who temporarily lived in Gong Yijun's house.

After hesitating for a moment, Lin Song asked slowly, "Then... what about the white-haired boy just now? How did he behave?"

"He? Dad, don't make fun of me. He is only the first level of the real self. Today, it is difficult to play the second level of the real self. It has been entangled for a long time." Lin Wanran was stunned and did not understand why her father suddenly asked such a question.

Lin Song shook his head lightly, and said earnestly:

"Daughter... Judging from my father's years of experience... That white-haired boy is not easy. You'd better be careful... Maybe... He is your strongest opponent in this trip."

(The rhythm has slowed down a bit recently, because I have a lot of things to do recently, and there are a lot of things that need to be distracted. Writing too fast is easy to break down. However, there is still a lot of blackmail.

By the way, can you stop raising books (?`???'?))