038 Practice
Hearing the strange cry, Moke was surprised and happy. What surprised him was that he came so quickly, and he was happy that he had the opportunity to leave.
Yang Zifan turned over two heels in the air, slightly less embarrassed than last time, and fell in front of Mo Ke.
"Long time no see."
His first sentence.
Moke rolled his eyes and said, "It's just one day."
"Then, sit down and chat together!" Yang Zifan said with a hippie smile.
Mo Ke put his hands on his chest and saw that Yang Zifan seemed to be no different from a day ago. He was relieved, looked at him frivolously and spit out a word: "Fight!"
"How bad it is to fight and kill, and the old friend's feelings are hurt." Yang Zifan put away his smiling face and had a relationship with Mo Ke.
"Bah, the ghost wants to fight with you." Seeing his appearance, Mo Ke was angry and spit out a mouthful of phlegm. This master is different from mortals.
A mouthful of phlegm is majestic...
"You are so unhygienic!" Yang Zifan was almost tricked, and his head could be avoided.
"There's a lot of nonsense, let's see if it's empty." Replay the old trick.
Yang Zifan's face was hip-hop, but he did not dare to underestimate it in the bottom of his heart. When he was in the clouds, the mysterious man told him that the Tao was in his heart, and his heart knew that all methods were broken. No matter who he was, the root of casting spells was the communication of vitality. As long as he used here, any magical spells could be broken.
Between thoughts, the spiritual senses are released, and the spiritual platform is clear, just like Tianning Temple's realization of vitality on that day.
Spiritual consciousness floats around like an arm to find and explore.
Although you know the fundamentals, it is not easy to practice. When he released his spiritual sense and saw the vitality between heaven and earth again, Moke had already put his claws together.
" The space was broken, and Yang Zifan did not escape. The crack suddenly appeared. The huge tear force tore his body, and the flesh and blood splashed. He didn't seem to feel it, but just guarded the spiritual platform to find and prove the fundamentals.
Seeing that he did not resist, Mo Ke moved his heart and said secretly, "Is there a fraud?" There was a gap in his mind, and Yang Zifan's spiritual consciousness suddenly grasped the key.
There is a black palm between Moke and heaven and earth, constantly grabbing the helpless vitality between heaven and earth for his own use. As long as this palm is destroyed, Moke's spell will be broken.
The air of the green lotus surged and turned into a sharp sword to cut into the small hand...
"Ha." Obviously, it is the sound of a light shout, but it is like a tiger roaring dragon.
Moke's face stiffened and he realized that something was wrong. Yang Zifan, who closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him, looking like I had won.
Moke seemed to be looking for something wrong. He was silent for a moment, loosening his hands and was shocked: "It's impossible..." He hit several empty cracks again.
But only two claws are moving, like a poor cat scratching at the iron wall, and there is no murderous tricks in the dark wilderness.
"How about it?" Yang Zifan was very proud and felt refreshed to see how many wounds on his body recovered under the treatment of Qinglian Qi.
The panicked Moke calmed down.
"What spell do you use? Is that the master secretly doing tricks?"
Yang Zifan learned an unfathomable look and said with a strange smile, "Why should I tell you to eat my hand?" Before Moke could react, he slapped him on the chest.
Mo Ke's face was like dust, and he secretly said that he was going to die in the boy's hand. He looked down at the blue flame lit up in the palm of his chest.
"I'll give you a taste of death."
The green lotus gas turned into a sky fire, illuminating the night and the distance between the two.
The black fog suddenly emerged and turned into a wall to resist the sky fire. Yang Zifan was coldly hit by the black fog and flew out.
The sudden change is very puzzling.
Moke stared at Yang Zifan, who was beaten by himself and vomited half a mouthful of blood in the distance.
Yang Zifan stared at the magic that was obviously broken by himself and had no ability to resist.
"You scare me."
The first thing he realized was that Moke got such an answer. He raised his fist, walked with arrows, and smashed Yang Zifan's body.
In his puzzlement, Yang Zifan resurrected again and was once again pulled back into the clouds by the mysterious man.
Moke saw Yang Zifan disappear into the cloud and shouted to the mysterious man who didn't know where he was, "Now that I have won, should I let me go?"
There was no sound in the cloud, and Mo Ke pondered for a while. Although Yang Zifan did not beat him just now, the strange method of making his magic formula failed before was very shocking. If he went on, he was afraid that he would teach him a few more moves and he would not be his opponent. So I decided to leave this strange place quickly.
Move the formula.
A strange scene happened again. The black fog surged, but he couldn't even leave. Moke was a smart man. He knew what was going on and cursed, "Who the hell are you? What are you going to do in this place? Do you use it as a sandbag for that boy?"
"It's not bad for you to think so. People in the virtual world are good people to exercise."
The cold sound of a mysterious man came from the illusory night sky.
"What does he have to do with you?"
"Can you manage this matter as a virtual lord?"
The voice was full of majesty. After listening to it, Moke's heart beat wildly. He only felt that he didn't know how many airflows were coming in the air in all directions. Each one was sharp and contented. With just a moment, he would his soul fly away and hurriedly said, "Senior, don't be angry."
"Wow." The airflow turned into a breeze and blew a cloud.
Moke breathed a sigh of relief, fell down on the cloud, looked helplessly in the distance, and felt that he was too bold to come to the mortal world this time.
"Peace be here, and I won't treat you badly."
The voice came illusoryly, slightly warming Mo Ke's heart.
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Yang Zifan in the cloud could not hear the dialogue outside. At this time, he looked around in a daze, and the previous scene was played back in front of him over and over again.
"Why on earth? Obviously, he broke the magic formula, but he was hurt by him.
The white clouds fluttered, and no one answered.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed it blindly without an answer.
"What a fool."
The voice of the mysterious man came.
Yang Zifan was struggling. When he heard this sound, he remembered a lot of things when he was young. He smiled bitterly and said, "Others have said this about me since I was a child."
"Don't pretend to be pitiful in front of me."
The mysterious man is very disdainful.
Yang Zifan raised his head and suddenly asked, "Why can't I beat him?"
"Ask yourself, I can't give you an answer."
Yang Zifan was depressed and couldn't figure out what was going on. He said, "A master, just teach me."
The mysterious man did not answer. Yang Zifan couldn't figure out what was going on. He thought for a long time and sat in the clouds when he was tired, and lay in the clouds when he was tired.
In this way, the sun sets and the moon comes out. I don't know how many rounds have passed.
He seems to have returned to the days of Tianyuan Zhengfa, which he memorized in Qianxun Peak. There is only one idea in his mind, why he can't win.
January, February, March.
The days of cultivation are like a rush. Yang Zifan has always been in a hurry since he came down the mountain and rarely has such opportunities to think and learn. It is a rare opportunity for him, but it is a complete torment for Moke. He sits in the clouds in January, February and March. The mortal world is not a good place for him, so he can't practice even if he wants to practice.
So three months later, he naturally fell into thinking about why Yang Zifan could invalidate his spell.
A teenager, a monster, one inside and one outside.
Thinking about different problems, time flows through the fingertips like running water. No one pays attention to it, and no one remembers it. Only the ever-changing clouds are heralding some eternal change.
"Hey! Damn it." Even the sigh of the mysterious man one day, neither of them noticed it.
The teenager has been wrapped in a cyan airflow, and he can't see his face at all. It's like a dream, but from afar, he can see a cyan lotus flower in the airflow slowly shining with faint elegance.
Many days have passed.
The green fog on Yang Zifan's body became thicker and thicker. On this day, a large amount of rain clouds floated in the sky. The rain clouds touched each other and splashed thunder.
Seeing the rainstorm coming.
Suddenly, when a flash of lightning cut through the sky, Yang Zifan opened his eyes and looked at the sky in a daze, as if he had been awakened by the terrible power between heaven and earth.
The wind blew up, and another thunder flashed.
"Stab"
Cloud collision, thunder.
The wind and rain are coming again.
The heaven and earth also wet Yang Zifan. He looked at the sky and his eyes flashed. For a moment, there seemed to be a little starlight, and for a moment, there seemed to be flames, and for a moment, it was as deep as the sea. He just wanted to see everything between heaven and earth, see through it thoroughly.
It's raining heavily. I don't know how long it will take.
He looked at it like this.
Suddenly, the gradually loosening pupil suddenly contracted, and he jumped up and shouted, "So it is, so it is."
The sky and the earth were raining heavily, and Yang Zifan suddenly stood in the wind and thunder and laughed.
With a wave of his hand, the air of the green lotus turned into light smoke and floated into the air.
In the crisp sound, a blue mask appeared, wrapping the white clouds. In the mask, there was a small mask with colorful light protecting a dilapidated room. In the room, a green lamp could be faintly seen slowly swaying in the wind and rain, as if it was about to go out, and as if it was going out. Wang.
"This is interesting. What did you realize?" There was a sound from the room.
"You can do as much as you can." Yang Zifan was not surprised to see such a strange scene and said lightly.
"Oh, this is more interesting, tell me." The sound is still the same, and the blue light is still the same, but you can't see what the mysterious man is like.
"Creation is just shaping my vitality. I use my vitality to affect the vitality of external things, thus producing various spell changes. I broke the magic method, but I can't break the vitality cultivated on his body. Just because his cultivation is higher than mine, my green lotus spirit can't affect him.
"Have you found a way?"
"What do you think?" Yang Zifan asked rhetorical.
"Haha..." The laughter of the mysterious man came from the room, which contained many tastes, sweet, bitter, astringent and spicy. Finally, the five flavors were mixed and stopped abruptly: "Arrogant."