The knowledge and secrets of the world are all inherited by the Human Emperor and Selina.

What's there to think about in a mere thunderstorm?

Song Qingsi raised her eyebrows, feeling that this man had such a loud tone, but he didn't mean to show off, as if he was stating a fact.

Then——

Clang!

Song Qingsi stretched out her hand and drew her sword, bursting out cold sword energy and turning it into an afterimage.

The afterimage stopped.

Wu Xiaode pressed Song Qingsi's hand with his hand and said lightly:

"Fellow Daoist Song doesn't have any murderous intent in him."

Song Qingsi suddenly laughed.

Her smile is like the snow-capped plum blossoms blooming in winter, so moving and soul-stirring.

——As soon as the expert takes action, he will know whether it is there or not.

My own secret sword for close-quarters assassination has killed countless evil cultivators, and no one can stop them.

But he caught it lightly.

He is a monk who transforms into gods.

He is the golden elixir.

The golden elixir blocks the transformation of gods.

Just based on this move, you can be sure that he is not a boastful person.

"How about another move?"

Song Qingsi said.

"No need," Wu Xiaode said frankly, "I personally have some experience in combat reactions, so it may not be fair to you to fight again."

Song Qingsi couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The difference in age is three years, and the difference in cultivation level is two realms. He is still afraid that a fight will "be unfair to you".

"Just one move."

She couldn't help but say.

"Come on." Wu Xiaode was helpless.

Three hours have passed.

There are only twenty-one hours left.

If Fang Yuming's fate cannot be changed, he will be obliterated by the law of fate.

In comparison, I would rather fight the devil head on.

But now that things have come to this, we can only go all out.

A cold light flashed.

The clash of swords echoed through the streets.

The city's law enforcement monks came in a hurry, but they saw a man and a woman in the field holding their hands together and saying:

"Sorry, I'm itching to have sex for a while, please don't blame me."

The law enforcement monks were a little angry, but quickly saw the two of them clearly.

One is Song Qingsi, a cultivator of the Divine Sword.

One is Fang Yuming, the true biography of Fuyun.

Take care of yourself.

"Forget it this time, next time I will invite two fellow Taoists to compete outside Fangshi." said the law enforcement monk.

"Thank you." Song Qingsi said.

"Definitely." Wu Xiaode also said.

The law enforcement monks left.

"Boy, your swordsmanship is not bad." Song Qingsi looked at the ancient sword at his waist and couldn't help but smile with joy.

OK.

I don't know where this kid learned the swordsmanship from, but he drew the sword with such momentum.

"I know a little bit about it. In fact, what I'm good at is close combat."

Wu Xiaode explained.

Song Qingsi saw the knife on his waist again.

"What's the name of the sword?" she asked curiously.

"The name of the sword is Die Po, and the name of the sword is Huang." Wu Xiaode said.

If what he is good at is close combat...

It actually suits me very well.

In terms of spiritual practice, there is no need to take exams, he is very strong.

——During the thunder tribulation, you can probably get through it just by fighting.

"My sword is named Xiushui." Song Qingsi introduced.

"What a sword." Wu Xiaode praised.

"Of course it's a good sword, your sword is also very good." Song Qingsi said.

The two looked at each other.

Song Qingsi's heart skipped a beat and she silently used the magic formula to prevent the blush from forming on her face.

After walking for a while, the two stopped at a restaurant.

"Eat?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"Okay." Song Qingsi said.

The two found a seat by the window and sat down.

Finished ordering.

While waiting, tea was served first.

Song Qingsi took a sip and sighed: "This is my first time eating alone with a male monk."

"Me too." Wu Xiaode also sighed.

Song Qingsi glared at him.

At this time, she had tested Wu Xiaode's skills and determined that he was not a boastful person, so she was naturally willing to have further contact with him.

After a while, all the dishes ordered were served.

The two of them chatted while eating, and gradually became familiar with each other.

When she was about to finish eating, Song Qingsi thought for a while, took out a sword manual and handed it to Wu Xiaode.

"Is this the swordsmanship of your sect?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"What are you thinking about? How dare you spread the secrets of my sect to others? This is a martial arts fighting technique that I learned through a chance encounter." Song Qingsi said.

"Give it to me?"

"Yes, after all, this is a Tao method that leads directly to the stage of divine transformation. You can practice it as a reference. It will be beneficial." Song Qingsi said.

Wu Xiaode read a few pages.

This guide is indeed quite interesting. It talks about melee fighting moves, spells, knives, swords, spears, gourd-type magic tricks at various levels of cultivation, as well as nineteen levels of cultivation methods.

These are enough to establish a sect.

So this must be the summary of the Demonic Cult's exercises that she stole from the Demonic Cult's Holy Land when she broke through the Wanren Mountain.

"Is that so? I also have something for you." Wu Xiaode said.

He took out a jade slip, put a sword technique in the Human Emperor's inheritance that corresponded to the peak state of divine transformation, and then handed it to Song Qingsi.

Song Qingsi swept away her mind and said in surprise: "Swordsmanship!"

After a few glances, she put the jade slip away preciously.

The two were about to continue talking when they saw monks falling one after another quickly on the street outside.

"Get out, Fang Yuming!"

Li Tao stood on the street, holding a long knife and shouting angrily.
To be continued...