Chapter 123 Xuanshijing

Yun Cong's black tiger martial soul was brutal and fierce. Looking at Yan Song rushing to such a huge thing, the hearts of the students around him were directly to their throats, and even the master in green clothes looked awe-inspiring. Around the black tiger martial soul, there was a murderous atmosphere and suddenly rushed to Yan Song. At the same time, Yan Song leaned directly to the black tiger with his arms down. In an instant, the huge black figure in front of everyone suddenly disappeared!

The people present only knew that Yan Song inexplicably sucked Shangguan Di's martial soul. They only thought it was a coincidence. After all, Yan Song also fainted at that time. In addition, they didn't know that Yan Song would come out like this, so they suddenly saw that the black tiger martial soul disappeared. Everyone was shocked and looked around in surprise. The master in blue also frowned slightly and his eyes wandered. Only Yun Cong suddenly felt heart-breaking pain in his body. Knowing that it was more or less auspicious, he asked Yan Song coldly, "Where did you get my martial soul?"

When Yun Cong spoke, his mind shifted, and the sharp wind shuttle above was directly hit to the ground by the love sword, and the emerald sword kept shining and stabbed his dead hole. Seeing this, Yun Cong didn't dare to wait for Yan Song's reply and directly avoided it sideways. While driving the love sword, Yan Song on this side also flew out like an arrow away from the string, and the golden light flashed on his right little finger and clicked to Yuncong's chest. At this time, not to mention Yun Cong was shocked, but the master in Qingyi opened his mouth wide. How could a person fly while sacrificing his sword and other tricks?

Yun Cong lowered his waist and let the love sword pass quickly in front of him. He could even feel the coldness on the long sword. Then he suddenly got up and saw that he could not avoid the loose blow on his face, so he had to resist. Go to hell!" He walked weakly, his palms rotated around his waist, and then suddenly sent it out. A strong black wind overflowed his palms, pressing Yan Song.

But he didn't expect Yan Song not to look at it. His little thumb went faster. The people around him only heard a "sneer". The teenager's little finger suddenly penetrated Yun Cong's palm, and his strength was not reduced. He directly took the latter's palm and stabbed his chest.

" Stop it!" The master in Qingyi felt bad and finally took action. His body flashed and pulled Yun Cong aside at a very fast speed to avoid Yan Song's blow.

Yan Song looked disdainfully at the shocked Yun Cong and said harshly, "Worship under the door of Qingyi, you don't need to compare wooden attributes, but you have a black storm of wind attributes. It's good. If you lose, you won't lose your face here. You are not only a genius in cultivation, but also in dealing with people. It's rare..."

"Bastard!" Yun Cong was attached to the two attributes of wind and wood, and his martial soul was only a wind attribute, so he chose the Xuangong with a martial soul to fight against Yan Song, but the martial soul disappeared inexplicably. He knew that it was likely to be hunted by Yan Song. At this time, when he heard Yan Song's words satirizing him recently, he couldn't help but be furious: "Rabbit, I know how to take a chance and watch me kill you!" With that, he rushed to Yan Song again.

Yan Song slowly rubbed the printing hall with his fingers. Since the other party had said this, there was no reason to let the other party. He didn't look at Yun Cong's heavy and overflowing with cyan wood attributes, and didn't look at what mysterious skills the other party was going to play during the crazy dance. He held the love sword in his hand and directly hit the seven stars of the Tianxuan seven-style sword. As soon as the sword came out, the blue light all over the young man's body soared, and the green light outside, the emerald sword suddenly turned into nothing, just at the tip of the sword. A faint cold light was seen, and it clicked out.

Yun Cong was four or five meters away from Yan Song, and his clothes were three of Yan Song's sword points, and the other four points were once again blocked by the master in blue. The master in blue first wronged Yan Song, and then instigated Yun Cong to teach Yan Song a lesson. What he did today is really too much. Seeing his action again and again, Yan Song suddenly burned with anger and shouted loudly, "Panlong goes to sea!" After saying that, the long sword turned out a jade-colored mystery, like a hurricane, with Yan Song, flying away and rushing straight to the master in blue.

The master in Qingyi is not afraid of Yan Song's skills, because it is difficult to pose a threat to him with Yan Song's cultivation. What he is afraid of is Yan Song's exquisite swordsmanship. He had taken the "sword point seven stars" very hard. This move made him at a loss. He had no choice but to pull out the sword behind him to resist. The long sword without any mysterious skills, waved a huge sword spirit and collided with the dragon from Yan Song.

Yan Song's body was directly hit by a strong shaking force and flew out. His heart moved and he found that the cyclone in his abdomen was violently hit and ran on its own. Looking at Master Qingyi, although he has the absolute upper hand at this moment, he has no ability to win at all. He lowered his head and found that the clothes on his chest had been drawn into a bowl-sized circle by the other party. If it was deeper, he could cut out the flesh and blood and even bones!!!

The people around him were stunned, Yun Cong was stunned, but Yan Song suddenly became silent.

For a long time, the master in Qingyi finally faded his surprised expression, smiled and looked at Yan Song: "Yes, the swordsmanship is really superb. I will forgive you as a teacher. Go back to Xuanxiu quickly!"

Yan Song closed his eyes and did not move, as if he had not heard the words of Master Qingyi. In the middle of the year, Master Qingyi could certainly consider what was doing, so he looked at Yan Song, regardless of whether he lost face in front of the students around him, and said with a smile, "Don't you wrong the teacher? Well, is it okay for the teacher to accompany you in front of all the students here? Yun Cong, who was beside him, saw this and hurriedly pulled the master of Qingyi and wanted to say something, but was called back by the master of Qingyi.

However, looking at Yan Song on the opposite side, he is still closing his eyes, as if he were petrified. People can't help thinking that this boy can threaten to sleep by himself as Xuanxiu. He won't come out to "sleep" Xuanxiu now, will he? Master Qingyi also considered this and thought that the teenager in front of him was thin-skinned and wanted face, so he laughed twice and said, "The reason why he was impulsive as a teacher this time is that he has never seen such a practitioner, but it can be seen from your swordsmanship and cultivation that you are really not lazy to sleep. This Yun Cong," he turned around and pointed to Yun Cong and said, "He has a bad temper. He has gone too far this time and will teach him a lesson for his teacher. How about it?"

said so many good words, but the young man in white opposite was still motionless. In the eyes of the master in blue, he ignored him. At this moment, his face darkened and he said angrily, "You bastard, you are shameless! Hurry up and get back to your position!"

Yan Song still stood quietly in place, and the students around him were dumbfounded. They said that this was too much. Xiu Yexiu also fought. Why didn't you collect the benefits quickly? The master didn't give face!? Looking at the changes in the expressions of the students around him, the expression of the master in blue is getting worse and worse. The boy in front of him obviously slapped him in the mouth in front of the students. Is that okay? At that moment, he was furious and pointed to Yan Song and scolded, "The rotten wood can't be carved. I don't want such a bad quality!" Again, if you don't go back to your position, get out of here immediately!"

At this moment, Yan Song suddenly opened his eyes, as if a big dream had just woken up. He slowly raised his head and looked at Master Qingyi. When Master Qingyi saw that he was moving, he hurriedly piled up with a little smile on his gloomy face and said coldly, "Fuck! Don't get back! Who did you learn from this stinky spleen--uh--

Before his words fell, he opened his mouth in surprise. Suddenly, the teenager in white on the opposite side was full of blue light in his abdomen. Since the seventh cyclone was so thick that it could be seen outside the body surface, it was running rapidly, and then concentrated rapidly. Finally, with a brighter shine than just now, it suddenly liquefied into a A cyan pearl the size of a thumb cover. Once this Xuanzhu was formed, the other six Xuanzhu suddenly appeared on his body surface.

Seven Xuanzhu suddenly ran on their own and ran along a faint hovering vein that had never been seen in the teenager's body. At first, they began to be slow, and then became faster and faster. Finally, they quickly turned the pulse into a hovering blue light. Finally, at the point of the cyan meridians, suddenly a strong light shone, seven A black bead instantly turned into a blue solid bead, sank to the teenager's Dantian, and then slowly disappeared.

"You, you, you suddenly broke through the metaphysical master?" Yun Cong stood behind the master in Qingyi and stagnated in surprise. And the students around were so surprised that they couldn't even react to Yun Cong's stammer. They began to look at Yan Song like gods. They are all geniuses, but they have never seen such perverted geniuses as teenagers in front of them!

Only the master in Qingyi was surprised and his face was full of doubts: "You are obviously a wooden attribute. Why is the solidified Yuanzhu a blue water attribute?"

Yan Song's calm face slipped with disdain. He snorted coldly and turned away from the intermediate Xuanwu field. At this moment, no one dared to stop him, because at the level of his current junior Xuanshi, he had to enter the advanced martial arts arena to practice. The teenager did not complain or say goodbye. The master in blue shook his head ashamedly, and there was a sigh behind him.

Yan Song is now not in a hurry to report to Elder Haiyue and let him transfer himself to a high-level martial arts arena. The most urgent thing for him now is to enter the Jade Bodhi and inquire about the news of the Nihun Tripod. Before putting it, he got the skills first, and then broke through. He was prepared for the breakthrough. But this time, he was surprised that he did not get any water attribute skills, but suddenly entered the realm of Xuanshi and melted out the water attribute beads in his body!

He knew that this was related to the blow given to him by the elder in blue, but what he needed most now was to get the corresponding water attribute skills in order to continue to practice. If it is not in the Nihun tripod, he can only hunt souls and beasts through various ways and use the corresponding energy to exchange skills. He turned left and right along the corridor of the sword courtyard, walked to a secluded place, and then sat under a green banyan tree and slowly closed his eyes.

Entering the Jade Bodhi, Yan Song stood quietly in front of the Nihun Tripod. Sure enough, a stream of consciousness entered his mind, but it made him speechless that this time there were only nine words: water attribute skills, freezing and sealing the sky. With a sigh helplessly, the teenager walked to the side of the Nihon Tripod and opened the opening of the mysterious attribute. Soon, in addition to the water attribute and the forest attribute, more than a dozen colorful transparent beads rolled out of the other small holes. These beads vary in size, representing the strength of the martial soul absorbed by Yan Song. If you look carefully, you can see that there are different animal soul shapes in each bead. One of the black beads is Yuncong's black tiger.

Yan Song checked and guessed that the water attribute beast soul he had hunted before must exist in the Nihon Tripod. Just when he broke through the realm of the Xuanshi, those beast souls were completely transformed by the Nihon Tripod, and finally the nine words were replaced. After figuring this out, Yan Song took more than a dozen beads in his hand, flew into the blue scroll above, and then gently moved it to the woman in white who was practicing.