At this time.

Between heaven and earth, an old voice sounded.

"What's wrong, old man, are you going to let me go and let me go directly?"

During the battle, Li Ziye responded casually while fighting.

"no."

In the East Courtyard of Taixue Palace, Confucius spoke calmly, "With such a good opportunity, why don't you try something you can't usually do?"

Li Ziye looked startled when he heard this. He quickly understood what he was talking about, but he couldn't help but cursed, "Old man, do you want me to die?"

"It is enough to hear the Tao in the morning and die in the evening." Confucius responded softly.

"Your uncle, okay, just give it a try. If you are afraid of death, you will not be a Young Pioneer!"

Li Ziye said something, stepped on his foot, raised the real energy of his body to the extreme, the sword changed, and his body moved with the sword.

Suddenly, a cold air filled the air, and the forest was as cold as a prison.

"Flying Immortal Technique!"

"Bahuang Hell is cold!"

In the afterimages all over the sky, Li Ziye's mirror image simultaneously evolved the eighth form of the Flying Immortal Technique, with sixty-four changes, becoming more and more powerful.

Suddenly, Li Ziye ran out of air and strength, and his sword power suddenly stopped.

As for the mirror body, due to the inertia of the moves, the moves are still evolving.

Ten steps away.

Li Ziye's eyes became brighter and brighter as he looked at the eighth form derived from the mirror body.

I see!

It feels so good to have someone teach me!

A moment later.
Chapter completed!