Yang Wudi looked at this scene with a lot of emotions in his heart.
This kid is more stable than his grandson.
Yang Guyun just made a breakthrough. He didn't panic at all, he just guarded.
But now it was his turn, and he was also not a little impatient. He adjusted his breath first, then took the medicine, and took every step steadily.
Such a person, why worry about Titled Douluo failing in the future?
Zhou Qiubai can clearly feel his body, and the distracting thoughts he is accustomed to in daily life seem to be washed away like dust at this moment.
At this moment, White Clothes Sword suddenly moved.
The sword that was originally on Entanglement's waist broke free from its restraints, slowly rose up, and hovered in front of Zhou Qiubai.
The sword body trembled slightly and made a subtle sword sound.
The sound of the sword reached Yang Guyun's ears, causing his pupils to shrink.
In the sound of the sword, he felt a...
Something strange yet familiar.
The sword moves with the heart, and the moves are made by the will.
Sword Dao was never a move, not Soul Skill, or even the sword itself.
Sword Dao is the heart.
What kind of person you are depends on what kind of sword you have.
He is Zhou Qiubai.
One Sword From the West, Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens.
Those moves were left behind by predecessors, but he was the one who used them after all.
His sword should belong to him.
Not someone's apprentice, not someone's successor, not even the successor of any swordsmanship sect.
Only he is qualified to own his sword.
Zhou Qiubai suddenly moved.
He didn't open his eyes, he just raised his hand and shook it lightly.
Then he drew his sword.
The tip of the sword is light, like the wind blowing on the face, like the moon without a trace.
This sword was different from every other one before, it was less cautious and more cautious, and more free and easy to follow one's heart.
Zhou Qiubai has a move that he doesn't even know.
The sword moves as you wish, and the moves are made as you wish.
He just felt that it should be like this, so he turned as he wished, and the tip of the sword drew a strange arc in the air, bypassing the imaginary obstacle and piercing somewhere in the void.
There is nothing there.
The third form, the fourth form, the fifth form...
The more he dances, the faster he dances, and the more Freedom he dances.
Yang Guyun stood aside, staring intently.
He has fought side by side with Zhou Qiubai countless times, has seen his swordsmanship, and is familiar with every move and every move he makes.
However, the Zhou Qiubai at this moment seemed strange to him.
It's not as simple as becoming stronger.
The sword is still the same sword, and the moves are still the same, but every time I swing it, there is an added feeling that I have never had before.
That feeling is indescribable and can only be experienced with your heart.
Neither Dugu Bo nor Yang Wudi spoke. They stared silently for a long time. Dugu Bo suddenly spoke.
"Brother Yang, do you see it?"
Yang Wudi nodded.
"This kid..." He paused, his tone full of appreciation, "He touched the door."
"More than just touching the door." Dugu Bo said softly, "He is already inside the door."
Yang Wudi was silent for a moment and sighed.
"I have lived for so many years and have seen many geniuses. Chen Xin of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Sect, Qian Daoliu of the Spirit Hall... are all top figures in their respective fields."
He paused, his eyes complicated. "But I've never seen anyone like him."
Dugu Bo turned his head and looked at him.
"Twenty years old, level 40, Sword Intent is just beginning." Yang Wudi said slowly, "Given time, I'm afraid he won't be below Mr. Xie."
Dugu Bo couldn't help but laugh.
"If Mr. Xie hears this, I'm afraid he will be unhappy."
"Whether he is happy or not is his business." Yang Wudi said in a calm tone, "I am telling the truth."
The two looked at each other with tacit appreciation in their hearts.
At this time, Zhou Qiubai had already put away his sword and stood up.
White Clothes Sword trembled gently in his hand, then calmed down after a moment.
Yang Guyun came over and asked, "Did you break through?"
Zhou Qiubai thought for a while, shook his head and nodded again.
"Soul Power is level 40, which is considered Soul Ancestor." He said.
Seeing that they had finished, Yang Wudi also said, "Brother Dugu, let's start too."
After all, two strains of Immortal Herb, even Titled Douluo like Dugu Bo, if you are not careful, they may be swallowed up by Ice and Fire.
"Okay!"
Dugu Bo didn't bother and sat down cross-legged in the medicine bucket prepared by Yang Wudi.
Yang Wudi stood behind him, holding a golden needle in his hand and performing acupuncture.
The golden needle pierced the acupuncture point, and Immortal Herb juice seeped into his body.
Dugu Bo's body was shaking violently, and veins popped up on his forehead. He was obviously suffering from great pain.
The real Ice and Fire double god!
However, he gritted his teeth and endured it silently.
Dugu Yan was standing aside, with nervousness written all over his face.
Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun walked over quietly and stood aside.
Unknowingly, Dugu Bo suddenly looked up to the sky and roared.
At the same time, an astonishing momentum surged from him like a wave, and the pressure was even more domineering than before.
Although it is Titled Douluo that is the best, it is still Titled Douluo, isn't it?
Yang Wudi was forced to take two steps back by the momentum. After he stabilized his body, a smile appeared on his face.
"It's done."
Dugu Bo slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes changed, and his originally dark green hair turned black.
He looked down at his hands, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.
While smiling, his eyes began to turn red.
"More than forty years." He said in a hoarse voice.
For so many years, every day has been like walking on the edge of a knife, enduring the pain of poisonous backlash.
Dugu Yan jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly.
"Grandpa!"
Dugu Bo hugged her gently, patted her back gently, and comforted, "It's okay, Yanyan, it's okay."
Yang Wudi stepped forward, put his hand on his wrist, felt for a moment, nodded and said, "The poison has been resolved, Martial Soul Origin is stable."
He paused for a moment, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, "And..."
"Your Soul Power..."
Dugu Bo feels it too.
The Soul Power that had been dormant in his body for many years began to show signs of loosening.
He closed his eyes and calmed his mind.
An hour later, he opened his eyes again.
"Level ninety-four."
Yang Wudi raised his eyebrows, as if thinking, "Ninety-four? How many years have you stayed in Ninety-one?"
"Nineteen years."
"After nineteen years of accumulation, I have broken through level three in a row." Yang Wudi nodded in agreement, "And looking at the momentum, level ninety-five is not far away."
Dugu Bo stood up and took a breath.
"Ninety-five..." He murmured softly, "I thought I had no hope in this life."
He suddenly turned his head and solemnly thanked Yang Wudi: "Brother Yang, thank you very much Unspoken."
Yang Wudi waved his hand. "Don't do this. I help you because you are my grandson's friend, and also because you are worth getting along with. If you are a white-eyed wolf, no matter how much Immortal Herb I help you, I won't save you."
Dugu Bo laughed loudly, "Well said!"
Suddenly, he remembered something and turned his eyes to Dugu Yan: "Yanyan, where is your Immortal Herb?"
Dugu Yan carefully took out the Earth Dragon Golden Melon. gold plant from his arms.
"Grandpa, I..."
"What are you afraid of?" Dugu Bo glared, "Grandpa is watching from the side."