In the early morning of April, the breeze was chilling, and the mist was not dissipated. The rising sun exposed a corner of red from the east, and thousands of red glows dyed the entire sky blood-red through layers of fog.

At the training ground of Gucheng City Lord's Mansion, Huangfu Jian rode a red horse, constantly waving the spear in his hand, stabbing straight, sweeping, picking lightly, cutting, and slashing in one stroke. The guns and guns were serialized, and the thirty-six prison dragon spear techniques were used one by one. The tiger-headed gizmo gun, which was 15 feet long, rolled up layers of spear light, stacked up, like a huge cage.

At the moment the cage was formed, Huangfu Jian's spear technique suddenly changed. The spear in his hand was extremely strange, fast and lightning, like thunder, stabbing out in a row, leaving behind dark gun shadows in the air. The tiger's head chiseled golden spear flashed coldly. Every time it flashed, it ran towards the opponent's throat, forehead temple, heart and other vital parts. Every stab was sharply killed. This method was called the Dragon Sword.

Dragon Prisoner Spear Technique, Dragon Slaying Spike is an ancient gun technique that specializes in dealing with ancient dragons. This gun technique faded out of the world with the extinction of the giant dragon on earth. Only the ancient Guigu still retains this inheritance, and this time it was found by Guiguzi.

But the more advanced the skills, the higher the requirements for the human body. The Dragon Prisoning Spear and Dragon Slashing Spear have extremely high requirements for strength and body flexibility. If Huangfu Jian had not been gifted and had his body transformed by the strange divine light, he would not have been able to practice this kind of spear technique. Even so, it took Huangfu Jian almost eight years to achieve something.

"Okay! The Dragon Prisoner Spear Technique, the Six Dragon Slaying Spikes finally reappeared in the world!" At some point, Guiguzi, who had a fairy-like Taoist Technique, appeared in the training ground. Seeing Huangfu Jian's spear Technique and his fierce offensive, he couldn't help but scream.

"Xu" Huangfu Jian tied the reins of the horse, flew off the horse and walked quickly towards Guiguzi.

The twenty-one-year-old Huangfu Jian is becoming more mature, eight feet and five inches tall. Although he is a little thin, his strength is amazing. He has a huge force with one hand and can use ten stones to open a strong bow with both hands. In terms of strength, even the giant man Yan Ming is not as good as that.

"Jian'er, you have mastered the thirty-six styles of the Dragon Prisoner Spear. You have mastered the stability, slowness and stagnation of the Dragon; the fast, accurate and ruthlessness of the Dragon Slash is achieved. In conjunction with the lion and tiger beast, the War God Spear will be more powerful! Your martial arts have also reached the level of art, and you should be a one-rate general in the world!"

The lion and tiger beast in Guiguzi's mouth was the White Tiger King taken in by Huangfu Jian. In eight years, the white tiger, which was only the size of a calf, had grown up. Its tiger body was 18 feet long and the lion head was the size of a huge pot, majestic, showing the full posture of a beast king in the area.

The God of War Spear is a magic weapon made by the magic craftsman Zheng Ma in accordance with the requirements of Huangfu Jian and Guiguzi. The gun is divided into two sections, one is the Dragon Prisoner and the other is the Dragon Sword. The two guns are combined into one, and the God of War Spear is the God of War Spear. It took seven years and has been built into shape, and it is only the last quenching process before completion.

After spending a few years with Guiguzi, Huangfu Jian also learned that in today's world, there are four major realms in martial arts: the realm of strength, the realm of skills, the realm of art, and the realm of power. The realm of power is equivalent to a third-rate military general, the realm of skill is equivalent to a second-rate military general, and the realm of art is equivalent to a first-rate military general. The realm of power is beyond the category of generals, and is equivalent to a master of a generation. No moves or postures, but every move can destroy the enemy.

"Now, with the spear in your palm and the thirty-six ways to imprison the dragon, there are not many people who can defeat you. As for the height you can reach in the future, it depends on your luck. But remember not to be arrogant. You should know that there is heaven beyond heaven and there are people beyond man!" Guiguzi looked at the handsome young master in front of him and said with a smile.

"Yes, Master, I will follow Master's teachings!" Huangfu Jian replied respectfully.

"It's so great! I think my master and disciple have been together for nine years and have taught you swordsmanship, military tactics, gunshots, formations. I have taught you everything I can teach you. It's time for my master to go back to Guigu!" Guiguzi sighed and said slowly, with a deep reluctance on his old face.

After spending time with Huangfu Jian, Guiguzi has regarded this somewhat mysterious boy as a relative and is really reluctant to leave.

"Master, why are you leaving? Did Jian'er make you angry?" Huangfu Jian's gentle face changed color and he asked hurriedly.

"The eagle is going to soar in the sky! Jian'er has grown up and has a lot to do. If the master stays by your side, it will not help you, but will affect your growth. If you don't go through the wind and rain, you will see a rainbow or storm. How can you be the leader in this troubled world? You don't have to say anything more, all causes and destiny are fate, and your intentions are determined!" Guiguzi said cruelly.

Guiguzi left quietly that afternoon, with a strong reluctance, with more than a dozen boys from Guigu, as well as a few cars of "Shenxian Zui" and a few cars of "Daughter Red" wine. When Guiguzi left, except for Huangfu Jian's few followers, no one else knew that even Huangfu Jian just sent him out of Gucheng.

Before leaving, Guiguzi gave Huangfu Jian a blood-colored Qilin battle robe and Princess Jieyou a goose yellow palace robe.

Huangfu Jian once again experienced separation from life and death. One of the two old men who loved him the most in the world died and the other left again. Although he was a human being for two lifetimes, his nerves had been tempered as tough as silk, but he still couldn't escape the word "love". Huangfu Jian once again fell into sadness.

After the old man Guigu left, Huangfu Jian returned to the room silently, feeling a little dazed, and was absent-minded, sitting lazily on the couch without any intention of moving.

It was late at night, and Princess Jieyou wore a goose yellow palace shirt, a short white jacket, and her long hair was tied high with yellow silk ribbons. The twenty-four-year-old Jieyou was graceful and charming, and her charming figure was wrapped in a palace shirt as thin as a cicada wing. She was covered with a smooth jade face and a light gauze, like a fairy in the moon, with a faint fragrance on her body, and like an elf in a flower.

Relieving the worries slowly, he came to Huangfu Jian, gently untied his veil, and the white short jacket slid off his body. He looked like a jade face, a thin yellow shirt, and his charming body appeared and disappeared under the dim light, like a dream, exuding endless charm.

At this time, Huangfu Jian was much higher than Jieyou. Even sitting on the couch, his head was at Jieyou's forehead.

Jieyou's white and slender hands gently caressed Huangfu Jian's face, and said to himself like a dream: "Young master, the old master has left, and the master has left, but you still have Jieyou. Jieyou's life is painful, but fortunately, the young master is saved and escaped from the clutches of demons. Jieyou's life is also the king, and death is also the king, and he will never leave the young master!" The oriole voice is silent, like the breeze in the quiet night, making people soft all over.

Jieyou patted his jade hand lightly, and his voice gradually whispered, as if comforting the frightened baby. Jieyou gently moved the head of Huangfu Jian, allowing him to stick comfortably to her chest, humming an unknown song in his mouth. The music sound was elegant and graceful, like a whisper in the lover, floating in the air, and dissipated with the wind.

Huangfu Jian, who was originally sitting stiff, had his tense body gradually loosened, as if he was enjoying Jieyou's arms very much, breathing greedily at Jieyou's body fragrance, and his hands were tightly wrapped around Jieyou's thin waist branches, as if he was holding a rare treasure, and he would leave as soon as he let go.

Jieyou felt a wet chest, which was Huangfu Jian's tears. Jieyou said nothing, and the two just hugged each other quietly.

A drop of love tears quietly slipped off Jieyou's face!

"Relieve the worries!" Huangfu Jian raised his head at some point, staring at the beautiful woman in front of him with his shiny black eyes.

Huangfu Jian felt that there was a kind of inexhaustible ** in his body...
Chapter completed!