The emperor's family raised me in poverty? But I have an innate ability.

Chapter 71: Boxing Sutra! Imperial Tomb!
After hesitating for a moment, Sunan waved his hand and put away the Bodhi Divine Gold.

The natal Taoist weapon must be in harmony with oneself. What to nurture and refine depends on Changqing's choice.

After putting away the divine gold, he looked at Zhao Shanke who was still standing there, and said with a half-smile:

"Tianwu, Jiaye has taken a piece of divine gold as compensation, and you can handle the rest by yourself."

Zhao Shanke fell silent after hearing this, feeling annoyed.

I came here today to vent my anger, but instead of venting my anger, I got myself into trouble.

Without any nonsense, he swung his hand and threw a volume of Heavenly Boxing Manual to Su Nan.

He glanced at Wu Jiuling with a gloomy face, then looked at Su Nan and said:

"One year later, during the Tianwu ancestor worship ceremony in the Northern Territory, I will wait for your descendants of the Su family to come and mess things up."

After he finished speaking, Zhao Shanke walked away.

But the direction he left was not the Northern Region, but the Western Region where Kasyapa was.

He came here to help today, so the loss cannot be blamed on him. He has to ask Kasyapa for reimbursement.

Moreover, he was also very jealous of the Bodhi divine gold.

……

"Stingy guy."

After taking a look at the boxing manual in his hand, Su Nan curled his lips.

This boxing technique is called 'Cang Yu Xu Shi Fist', and its grade is quite high, reaching the middle level of the heavenly grade.

But few people practice this.

It's not that the power is not strong, on the contrary, this punch is too strong.

It can continuously accumulate energy and absorb energy between heaven and earth, condensing it on the tip of its fist. Once it explodes, it is like the collapse of the sky, with infinite power.

But this punch takes too long to build up momentum. Who would be stupid enough to stand there and wait for you to build up momentum successfully?
By the time you have gathered your punching power, others would have killed you thousands of times.

"Hiccup is pretty good, although it's useless, but it depends on who uses it. If it's used well, it's no worse than a top-grade Heavenly Grade boxing technique."

Wu Jiuling glanced at him, took a big gulp of liquor, and said drunkenly.

"Forget it. I'll give it to Changqing together with the Bodhi Divine Gold. It's up to him whether he practices it or not."

After saying that, Su Nan looked at Wu Jiuling with a headache.
"You drink every day, don't you ever get enough?"

Along the way, Wu Jiuling drank at least seven or eight gourds of wine.

"What do you think I want?"

Wu Jiuling grinned drunkenly, "If it weren't for this wine, I would have died a long time ago."

Su Nan raised his eyebrows when he heard this, reached out and patted Wu Jiuling's shoulder, and after a moment his eyes moved slightly.

In his consciousness, the world inside Wu Jiuling's body was in ruins, and a stream of imperial Taoism was constantly destroying the world that was about to collapse.

The wine that Wu Jiuling drank was like a sweet rain that moistened his broken body. Although it was only a temporary solution and not a permanent cure, it did have some effect.

"Don't look at it, there's no cure."

Wu Jiuling smiled casually, "The emperor's soldiers have injured him, and his foundation will be destroyed. He will only have a life left."

Su Nan looked a little strange when he heard this. He patted Wu Jiuling on the shoulder and sighed:

"You are lucky, old man. Not only did you survive the battle against the imperial soldiers, but you also ran into me."

"Teach my son well, maybe a miracle will happen."

Wu Jiuling’s injury cannot be cured unless the Emperor of Dan is present.

But Su Nan understood that if there was anyone in the world who could really save Wu Jiuling, it must be Chang Qing.

"Hey, you tricked me into accepting you as a disciple?"

Wu Jiuling curled his lips, then thought for a moment, shook his head and said:
"Forget it. I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until the Emperor's Road opens and the Emperor's body appears."

"It's better to let your son keep the inheritance. Even if he can't practice it, he can still pass it on."

When Su Nan heard this, he immediately became unhappy, "How do you know my son can't practice it?"

He cursed in his heart, thinking that those who practiced martial arts were just cowards who couldn't speak.

Look at Ruxian.

Changqing hadn't been able to express the noble spirit in his poetry for two years, yet Ruxian still praised him to the sky.

This old guy has no emotional intelligence at all.

"correct."

Su Nan seemed to remember something, looked at Wu Jiuling and said:

"The Xiaoxian Sect will open its doors to welcome guests in three days, and there will be a large group of geniuses participating."

"Chang Qing's qualifications are considered average among those people, and are not very impressive."

"After the test of the ancient stone carving, the response should be mediocre. In addition, he has no cultivation, so I'm afraid no one among the elders will accept him." "Then you can choose the right time and reluctantly accept Chang Qing as your disciple."

"Create a feeling of going through hardships to enter the sect, so that Changqing will practice harder."

Listening to Su Nan patiently talking about a lot of precautions, Wu Jiuling stopped drinking.

He looked up at the sky speechlessly and sighed in his heart.

"With this kind of talent, how can one learn the martial arts ancestor's inheritance?"

……

Taixu Forbidden Abyss, the ruins of the Sword Emperor Sect.

When the Su family saw Fanyin trying to run away, they were shocked and wanted to chase her.

But when they saw Ruxian was in the dark, everyone relaxed immediately.

What a joke. Not to mention that Fanyin was seriously injured and dying, even if Fanyin was in full health, he would definitely die if he met Ruxian.

Sure enough, after just a moment, Li Qingchen returned with a calm expression, carrying the breathless Sanskrit sound.

Everyone's eyes were filled with tears when they saw this. Although today was very dangerous, the gains were also huge.

Not to mention anything else, the essence and blood of these great Buddhist masters alone is a treasure comparable to holy medicine.

"Senior, do you have any other instructions for Changqing?"

Li Qingchen casually threw Fanyin aside, and then looked at 'Su Changqing', or the old man who was about to disappear.

"Are you this child's teacher?"

The old man looked at Li Qingchen with a smile. The aura on his body was very similar to Su Changqing's, and he could not hide it from him.

Moreover, he could feel two terrifying divine seals protecting Su Changqing's body, one of which came from the person in front of him.

"I studied with me for two years." Li Qingchen smiled when he heard that.

"It seems that this child's identity is not simple."

The old man glanced at the powerful men in the sky, and the smile on his face became even more intense.

"Really extraordinary."

Li Qingchen glanced at Su Changqing and chuckled, "He is the son of the Lord of this domain, and his father is invincible in the world."

"Hahaha."

The old man laughed heartily upon hearing this, "In that case, there is no need to hide this inheritance too much."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly separated from Su Changqing's body, and his body, which was so illusory that it was almost transparent, emerged from the sky and earth.

Su Changqing, whose sea of ​​consciousness was in chaos, suddenly fell unconscious and was supported by Li Qingchen.

The old man looked at Li Qingchen and said with a smile: "In ancient times, my Sword Emperor Sect had an old enemy who destroyed my sect and wiped out my inheritance."

"Now that the fire is burning, whether this child is willing or not, he will bear the consequences."

As he spoke, he bowed to Li Qingchen and the powerful men of the Su family.
"My Sword Emperor Sect has declined to this point. We are no longer able to protect the growth of our Sect Master. I will have to trouble you all in the future."

Upon seeing this, Li Qingchen and the other powerful men of the Su family all returned the salute with complicated expressions.

They could hear the powerlessness in the old man's words, and his desire to follow the new leader.

However, it is ultimately just the obsession of a remnant soul.

The old man slowly ascended to the sky holding a stone sword, and his illusory body gradually ignited with golden flames.

Bright fireworks lit up the sky.

The old man was bathed in the sacred light, his eyes gazing into the sky.

He seemed to have seen the future, a young man with golden lines on his eyebrows, suppressing all directions like an emperor, ascending the road to becoming the emperor, and having no rivals.

"Hahaha."

The old man's hearty laughter resounded through the sky, and his body, which was about to completely dissipate, merged into one with the stone sword and fell heavily towards the depths of the Sword Emperor Sect's ruins.

boom!
A deafening roar sounded, and a magnificent tomb emerged from the ground, shrouded in a barrier and with mist rising.

The old man disappeared completely, but a smiling voice resounded throughout the world.

"This is the last gift that my Sword Emperor Sect leaves for the Sect Master."

"Wait until the emperor pattern can condense into a sword, and come and take it yourself."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the Su family turned stiffly and looked towards the magnificent tomb that was gradually shrouded in mist.

A vast, terrifying, and supreme aura permeated the air in all directions, causing everyone present, even the Great Sage, to tremble with fear.

Li Qingchen's pupils also shrank, and after a while he murmured,

"The Emperor's Tomb!"

(End of this chapter)