History’s Strongest Senior Brother

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Shi Songtao treated people with enthusiasm in the past, and his relationship was quite good. Every year he abstained from the sun.

Apart from Shi Tie himself, there are only a few disciples who will come to Shi Songtao's tomb with him.

Yan Zhaoge wanted to come here, and Shi Tie naturally did not refuse.

After Yan Zhaoge and others put incense on Shi Songtao's family, Shi Tie said: "You have heart, go back and rest."

Yan Zhaoge and Xu Fei looked at each other, took Ahu, and left together.

Walking on the road, Yan Zhaoge turned around and saw Shi Tie, still standing there silently.

Xu Fei beside him sighed: "Master is still blaming himself."

Yan Zhaoge also sighed. As a few insiders, he knew what Xu Fei said.

In the past, Shi Songtao's family of three was killed, Shi Tie actually had a chance to rescue, but it happened that the situation was critical, and Guangcheng Shanzongmen's interests were also severely damaged. At the time, only Shi Tie was able to stop them.

As a result, faced with this dilemma, Shi Tie finally chose to maintain the Zongmen as a whole, but as a result, his own children and grandchildren could not be saved, and eventually the white-haired man gave the black-haired man.

This is the regret of Shi Tie's life. He has never looked down on the world, but he is only ashamed of his loved ones.

Today, despite the establishment of the Yiguanzuo, Shi Tie still has not given up his last hope. As long as there is a chance, he will go to the place to investigate, hoping that if there is a possibility, the Shi Songtao family can survive. Have seen their bones.

It is a pity that five years have passed, and there is still nothing to be gained, and the last hope is also vanishing little by little.

Xu Fei murmured: "If I try again, will Master make a different choice?"

He said to himself, and did not expect Yan Zhaoge to answer, Yan Zhaoge walked silently.

Xu Fei sighed and continued, "Although grief, self-blame, and guilt, but maybe, it will still be the same choice, Master ..."

Yan Zhaoge asked softly: "If you are Brother Xu, how will you choose between your responsibility and your loved ones?"

After a long silence, Xu Fei replied: "I don't know, maybe I have to face the moment before I can give the answer."

Yan Zhaoge nodded. Both of them stopped talking and walked side by side. On the branch road, they clenched their fists to each other, said goodbye, and returned to their homes.

Back to his place, Yan Zhaoge sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, calmed down and thought.

In a few moments, Yan Zhaoge opened his eyes again and took out a gold charm from his arms.

This golden symbol was obtained when Yan Zhaoge was in the Qingqi Lake, in the realm of demonic qi, after he beheaded the evil demon who had fallen demon.

Looking at the mysterious and complicated lines on the surface of Jin Fu, Yan Zhaoge thought about it seriously: "It seems that it is a rather quirky and uncommon text, and it should be something that appeared after the great destruction."

Yan Zhaoge smiled bitterly. Like the relics of Binglong Wusheng at the beginning, this kind of thing that appeared after the Great Destruction and was relatively old compared to the present, most made him helpless, just stuck in the weakest link of his knowledge reserve .

However, Yan Zhaoge is also trying to make up for his shortcomings in this respect. Looking at Jin Fu at the moment, it is not entirely without a start.

"Some texts that seem to be in the extreme north, and are only circulated among a few local people?"

After thinking about it for a while, Yan Zhaoge told Hu Cong: "Go to me and transfer the ancient scriptures from the northern part of Jinzhou to me. How much do I get? The longer the age, the better."

Among the six continents of Leiyu, the northernmost area directly connected to the polar arctic sea is Jinzhou.

Soon, a black warrior sent what Yan Zhaoge wanted.

After spending time for a while, Yan Zhaoge gradually counted, tapping the gold rune gently with his fingers, and the fingertips traced along the gold rune.

Those traces stayed on the surface of the golden charm and did not disperse for a long time.

Yan Zhaoge withdrew his finger, and looked at the gold rune, which tended to be a complete line, and finally slapped it on the gold rune.

Jin Fu suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance, turned into a little fluorescent, disappeared.

Upon seeing this, Yan Zhaoge's face instead showed a satisfied smile, and then saw that a little golden light flew, condensing but not dispersed, turning into a haze of light and floating in mid-air.

Yan Zhaoge took a deep breath, just like a long whale sucking water, and the haze of light was suddenly inhaled by him.

For a moment, Yan Zhaoge's heart and lungs rose up a smoky feeling.

Taking Yan Zhaoge's current cultivation as the realm, all the internal organs in the body have gone through a lot of hard work.

The feeling of discomfort is only instantaneous, and then disappears quickly.

Yan Zhaoge looked inside himself, and saw a little golden light constantly flying, evenly adhering to the surface of each blood vein, as if coating the blood vein of his body with a layer of gold.

The smallest and finest blood vessels are no exception.

Yan Zhaoge breathed in calmly and breathed, the blood flowed like a hot lava, and he roared heavily.

After thirty-six weeks of gang operation, Yan Zhaoge received the power, and the faint golden light flashed on his skin.

Standing up from the ground, Yan Zhaoge touched his chin: "Some things seem to be on the agenda."

Thinking this way, Yan Zhao singer waved a few flashes of light, hanging in the air, but he was a piece of inferior spirit soldier.

Chongshan armor, Fenhua sword, Suolan sword, Huiri wheel, Zijin thunder sword, flying thunder sword.

In addition to the mid-level spirit soldier's sparkling wave knife, and Yan Zhaoge's own personal treasure, the spirit sword Bilong, Yan Zhao singer's existing lower-grade spirit soldiers are basically here.

Speaking of which, all are the signature swordsmanship of other holy places.

The original masters of these spirit soldiers were Liu Shengfeng, Zhao Hao, Xie Ziyi, Xiao Sheng, Yan Shan and Lin Zhou.

Only this list, and this piece of spirit soldiers, are enough to make other martial artists of the same generation amazing.

If Yan Zhaoge opened an exposition for his spoils, it is estimated that a lot of people would vomit blood.

Taking Yan Zhaoge's current practice as an example, at the same time, basically only one low-quality spirit soldier can be urged. If the extra ones come out, they can either be used alternately or used as hidden weapons. Enemies, or spirit soldiers that contain opponents.

There are more spirit soldiers and they directly kill their opponents. This is not just a joke.

After Yan Zhaoge reached the Grand Master's level, these spirit soldiers could come in handy at the same time.

However, Yan Zhaoge has other ideas. Although at his own pace of progress, Grand Master is not far away.

After thinking for a while, Yan Zhaoge tapped his finger lightly and withdrew the Chongshan armor, Huiri wheel and flying thunder sword, leaving only three swords: Fenhua sword, Suolan sword and Zijin thunder sword.

Then Yan Zhao singer's palm turned, and there was a bamboo branch in his palm.

A dark green, faintly shimmering bamboo branch.

Opening the inner crystal furnace, Yan Zhaoge put the bamboo branch and three pieces of sublime spirit soldiers into it.