Chapter 26 The Power of Feather

The morning sun has risen high, and the lazy sunshine is shining on the body, with a little warmth. Lin Shang stood on the ring and looked at the eastern sky, where the summer sun was enthusiastically sprinkled its enthusiasm. The sun was dazzling, and there were several white clouds floating in the sky, like grass-eating sheep.

The discussion under the stage gradually faded away, and Linshang's heart suddenly sighed. It is indeed a great blessing to be reborn in this magical world. In this world, I have Yuhangzhen who always misses his parents, a kind friend, a strict but unpretentious teacher, and even a woman who can let himself stay for a long time. Compared with the intrigue of the previous life, the world is more suitable for me. You should cherish your current life and not let anyone take it away from you. In a blink of an eye, six years later, I should visit my parents in Yuhang Town.

"Dang!" The crisp bell rang, which scared Linshang and woke him up. Turning his head, he saw that there were still more than 20 disciples under the stage. The elder White Beard was still sitting there drowsy. Master Yuanzhen's eyes flashed at him and didn't know what he was thinking. On the opposite side of the ring, I don't know when a man, about 30 years old, was smiling at himself.

Linshang blushed and quickly saluted and said, "You Lanfeng's disciple Linshang, ask Brother Song for advice."

Song Yunwen smiled and said, "I dare not. There are talents in the country. Although Brother Lin is young, but before the war, he looks happy, without anxiety, and even less timidity. He is much better than me in those years. I admire him."

Linshang was stunned for a moment and said, "To tell you the truth, I was actually in a daze just now..."

"Wow!" There was an uproar under the stage. More than 20 disciples who watched the test all laughed and fell down. Song Yunwen was finally couldn't help laughing. Then he felt inappropriate and suppressed his smile and said, "Brother Lin laughed. Er, when the time has come, I'm going to ask my brother for advice."

Linshang's heart moved and slowly said, "Brother Song, please show mercy."

Song Yunwen smiled and did not answer, releasing his magic weapon. A foot-long brush appeared in the air. The pen was gray-brown, and the hair on the tip of the pen seemed to be full of ink. When Song Yunwen circled in front of him, the black and white color kept appearing alternately, flowing all over the body of the brush.

"My magic weapon is called "Jiangshan Pen", Brother Lin, please."

Lin Shang looked at the Jiangshan pen hovering in front of Song Yunwen and sighed in his heart that he was really a disciple of Uncle Zhao of Tiandufeng. Wen Zou Zou, the chief, not to mention that even the magic weapon was a brush. Thinking in his heart, the feather-shaped feather light flew out of the body, and the blue light was shining everywhere. When he came out, he flew around the forest clothes affectionately.

Everyone in the field, Song Yunwen, Elder White Beard, Master Yuanzhen and other disciples under the stage, their eyes fell on this blue and feather-like flying sword.

silent for a moment.

The male disciples watching the race showed disdain in their eyes and laughed. The two disciples around Master Yuanzhen looked at the feathers flying in the air with their eyes. This feather-shaped cute appearance was extremely eye-catching for girls. The eyes of the White Beard Elder and Master Yuanzhen were full of shock and couldn't help muttering. Su Yuqing's eyes also stayed on the feather light. In addition to feeling that the sword is very beautiful, he also felt that he was very familiar with himself, just like the feeling of his top-grade flying sword and blue shadow.

The elder with the white beard looked at Master Yuanzhen and saw the shock and doubt in each other's eyes. The elder with white beard was the first to say, "Top quality?"

Master Yuanzhen nodded and said slowly, "The superior flying sword. I didn't expect Brother Li to be so generous. But it's no wonder that there is only one disciple under his family.

The white bearded elder shook his head and slowly threw out a sentence: "He was only in the later stage of foundation construction at this time yesterday."

When Master Yuanzhen heard this, his eyes flashed and he thought that he was right to stay. Yesterday, he heard that this son had understood the meaning of the sword, so he had the heart to have a look, but he didn't expect this son to be so surprised. Su Yuqing behind him also heard the conversation between the two, and his eyes shifted from Yu Mang to Linshang, and his eyes were full of curiosity and eagerness to try.

In the ring, the two have officially started the test.

The Jiangshan pen in front of Song Yun's bra, in the laughter under the stage, quickly alternates with the dazzling white light and strong black light, just like the rapid alternation of day and night, slowly rotating, drawing a black and white Taiji map with the size of a grinding disc in the air and printing straight to the forest.

Linshang quickly leaned to the right, but saw that the Taiji map in the air also turned at the same time and flew straight towards him. Linshang secretly scolded himself in his heart that the thing was controlled by Song Yunwen. As long as Song Yunwen's Zhenyuan supported it, his consciousness was strong enough that he could not escape even if he ran to the ends of the earth. This is not a real spell. It's simply the infrared guidance tracking of M country*! Since you can't run away, just fight. The ancients said that although thousands of people will go, there is only one person opposite. What am I afraid of?

On the stage, black and white alternated, and Song Yunwen was proud. At this moment, even he felt that his cultivation had reached an unprecedented peak, and he, after defeating the rookie opponent in front of him, who would be in a daze before the battle, he would definitely sing all the way, like a broken bamboo, even if he finally broke the osmanthus.

And Linshang's heart was settled and immediately stopped. His consciousness controlled the feathers around his chest. Under the urging of Zhenyuan, the tip of the needle-shaped sword went straight to Taijitu with a cold and piercing wind.

The main body of Yuman is refined from the thousand-year-old wind gold stone, which is the pure wind attribute flying sword. It is even more like lightning under the momentum of Linshang's windy Zhenyuan. In the eyes of everyone, Yumang has just circled in front of Linshang's chest, and then the blue light is pricked in the center of the Taiji map in the air.

Song Yunwen was shocked, but when he saw that the needle-shaped sword tip of Yu Mang was stuck in the center of the Taiji map, he calmed down. Secretly, the strongest point of my Taiji map is the center point. Let me beat your strange flying sword back.

The moment the needle-shaped sword tip hit the center of the Taiji map, the blue light soared, as easily passing through the Taiji map as if breaking through a piece of thin paper. A half-inch-sized hole appeared in the center of the Taiji map in the air. The hole was getting bigger and bigger. Seeing the black and white light quickly alternate, it finally disappeared into the air in the exclamation of dozens of people under the stage.

Song Yunwen's eyes were wide open, and he looked at the blue plume that stopped in front of his chest. Blood spewed out of his mouth, and his eyes were black, and he fainted on the bluestone board.

"Ah!" There was a sharp exclamation from the stage.

Linshang's heart was also full of puzzlement. Just now, he only felt that Yu Mang had to break the Taiji map like playing, and then he arrived at Song Yun's bra in an instant. He stopped Yu Mang in time and did not touch his body. Why did he spit blood and fall to the ground? It can't be a fake fall, isn't it? The dark Linshang suddenly remembered the famous fake fall king Cristiano Ronaldo in his previous life.

Suddenly, a figure appeared strangely beside Song Yunwen, as if the figure had always been there. He has white hair and eyebrows like snow, but he is the white-bearded elder.

The white-bearded elder looked at Song Yunwen lying on the ground with bright eyes and said lightly, "My consciousness has been cut off and my mind has been damaged. It's nothing serious. It will be fine after ten days and half months of rest."

Is the divine consciousness cut off? Hearing this, Linshang lowered her head and meditated. She remembered that something was indeed cut off when Yu Mang broke through the Taiji map. Could it be that he cut off Brother Song's consciousness to control the Taiji map at that time?

"Dang!" The bell at the end of the test rang.

"You Lanfeng's disciple Lin Sheng!" The voice of the elder with white beard sounded from under the stage.

Lin Shang came to her senses and found that the white beard elder had sat firmly in the chair, still looking drowsy. Turning his head, Song Yunwen, lying in the ring, had long been carried down by Tiandufeng's disciples. Everyone under the stands looked at themselves with strange eyes. Lin Shang quickly walked down the ring and disappeared into the sea of people on the square in the blink of an eye.

In the square, in the sea of people, Lin Shang quickly shuttled between the eight platforms.

Lin Shan's heart is full of doubts at this moment, and she wants to ask Li Mubai to make it clear.