"You are friends, if you are like this, you want to come to other people and have no interest in shooting. I will also let go, and I will have the opportunity to discuss it later." Yang Gan saw this situation and said slowly.

"Well, after seeing the momentum of your teacher's two hands-on, Yunmou does not have much fighting spirit." The red-browed youth heard the words and said with a smile.

Then he rushed to the crowd and walked away from the sky.

The rest of the blood and other people see this, but also full of hearts and minds have left.

In a twinkling of an eye, at the edge of the square, only the young people of Yanggan and Yun surname are left.

"Yun brother, what else do you have?" Yang Gan sees this, faintly asked.

"Nothing, I know that you have recently cultivated a kind of sinister secret technique, and you need some external force assistance. It happens that I accidentally got a small piece of sinus wood, which should be just right for you." After the cloud surnamed youth grinned, he took the sleeve. In the middle, I found out a piece of dead wood that was black and silky, and handed it directly to the sun. "The Yinmumu 1 This thing is really useful to me. There are three thousand Lingshi, it should be enough to offset the value of this thing." Yang Gan looked a move, did not take the black wood, but found a spirit from the sleeve Stone bag, first thrown over.

"No, this thing is what I am willing to give?" Although the black-faced youth caught the leather bag, but again and again, he would throw the Lingshi back.

"If Yun Brother doesn't want Lingshi, I can't accept this sinus." Yang Gan saw this, but the voice sank.

The young surnamed Yun can naturally hear the resolute meaning of the other party's words. After a bitter smile, the leather bag can only be put away.

Under the sun-dry mask, this was a loose one. He raised his hand and took over the black wood, and played it for a while, revealing a happy expression.

"Right, can I take a look at your true feelings again?" The surnamed Yun surnamed the scene, and the look gradually became a bit strange and somehow, and he murmured that he had such a headless Words come.

"What are you talking about? Yanggan is making the movement of the arm of the wood a condensate sound.

"Oh, if you don't want to, I didn't say it." The young man jumped in his heart and said with a few screams.

"Yundaoyou, don't forget the vows that were originally sent. Unless I volunteer, I will never allow me to say my true identity, let alone imagine other things, if I can forget all about me." It is the best thing." Yang Gan touched the silver face on the face and said it was very gloomy.

"Cloud certainly remembers this thing, but you are so amazing, how can I forget it if I want to forget it." The cloud surnamed the young man sighed back.

"Hey, no matter what you think, but it is best to remember it clearly. When you see me for the second time, that is, your death is here." Yang Gan said coldly, followed by a large sleeve. Shaking directly from the sky, vacated the clouds away.

The youth surnamed Yun stayed in the same place, quietly watching the back of the sun, the whole person seems to be completely demented.

The shadow of the stone house is shaking!

Liu Ming fell from the sky, and the sleeves rushed to the front just a trembling. Immediately, an invisible force emerged and the stone door was pushed open.

The figure is moving again!

He entered the stone house and the door slowly closed.

Liu Ming sat down on the futon at the center of the house and raised his hand to the front.

I saw that the wound on the back of the palm turned into a few faint bloodstains.

With the strength of his body, even if he does not use some of the recovery of the Thunderbolt, he can handle the general minor injury by his own self-healing ability.

He took a look at the five fingers and saw that all were flexible as early as the first time, so I was relieved to pull down.

After Liu Ming was slightly indulged, the one-handed sleeve was touched, and the blue dagger was taken out and looked at it. At the same time, his mind could not help but flash the mouth behind Zhang Xiong Niang. Snow white sword.

Although I don't know what kind of order the sword is used by this woman, I think it is unlikely that it is a top-quality sword. In all likelihood, it is a medium-sized spirit that is not in harmony with the Qingyue sword.

The technique of flying swords displayed by the other party is indeed amazing, but he can faintly feel that Zhang Xiongniang did not really exert the power of this sword.

In other words, the magical power of this celestial disciple is still far from his.

From another point of view, Zhang Xiong Niang's flying sword technique is even more terrible.

Liu Ming’s heart silently recalled that the woman had thrown the sword in her hand and then turned it into a white and white practice, which easily defeated the scene of the sword of the Qingyue sword.

Obviously, Zhang Xiongniang's direct urging of the sword weapon itself becomes the secret technique of Jianguang, which is much more sophisticated than the sword repair method it uses now.

It seems that he still has to understand the Taiji sword, and believes that the mysteriousness of this book must also record similar high-order secrets.

He used to be not enough to understand more things, but now, after entering the spiritual master, it will definitely be rewarding to study this book.

Liu Ming thinks like this, and the Qingyue sword is closed up, slowly closing his eyes, one-handedly, and immediately in the brain, a golden ceremony emerges in the knowledge of God. The page is slowly open.

He sat on the ground and did not move. He began to browse quickly and picked up the sword.

After a full hour, he opened his eyes with a look, full of surprise expressions.

"Tai Yu Yu Jian Shu! There are such swordsmanship that manipulates the body of the sword to break the enemy! After this practice is cultivated to the back, it can be done to kill the enemy and invisible, even the sword and the sword. Flying and other magical powers are other powerful methods derived from them. Very good, let me first see how this magical power is cultivated?" Liu Ming muttered, very excited.

Before that, the so-called "Yu Jian Shu" practiced by Zhang Xiu Niang actually refers to the supernatural power of the sword.

However, the general practitioners still like to call this supernatural power directly called Yu Jianshu.

After Liu Ming took a deep breath, he closed his eyes again and re-incorporated his mind into his mind.

In this way, the time passed by a little bit, when Liu Ming opened the double purpose again, the brow wrinkled.

"Cultivating the swordsmanship is so difficult! Not only need to remember countless swordsmanship gestures, but also need to practice the spirits and spirits over and over again in order to manipulate the swords, and then stimulate the body's mana and swords. The mystery-connection between the two can make Feijianwei play to the extreme.

According to the description of the swordsmanship in the classics, although the repairs are different, Feijianwei can be completely different. However, if it is based on the proficiency of Yujian, there are also several introductions, Xiaocheng, Dacheng and the Great Perfection. The division of the hierarchy, and the same kind of cultivation, the power is also very different.

According to Liu Ming’s estimation, the difficulty of practicing this sword sword is probably the so-called “high-level spells” that are simply beyond the reach of the so-called “high-level spells”.

Even if the qualifications of the practitioners are not enough, maybe eternal life will stay at the entry level.

The combination of the sword and the sword in the Yujian technique is that it needs to be at least a small realm to be displayed, and the Yujian flying supernatural powers cannot be achieved without the Dacheng realm.

Before emphasizing the spirits, Zhang Xiong Niang can comprehend the sword and the magical power of the sword.

Dahan’s view of Liu Ming, the level of the swordsmanship of the disciples of the Tianyue dynasty, is only at the beginning stage.

Otherwise, the sword that was previously tested is not as simple as using a sword to hurt the epidermis of the fist. Maybe a sword can really open the palm of your hand.

Of course, if Zhang Xiong Niang Yujian practiced to such a terrible degree, Liu Ming would not pick it up with his fist, and would not hesitate to push the full power of the heavy water pearl, and cast it far away. .

Of course, in any case, this sword is also a way to make its strength fast.

Although Liu Wei does not expect to practice this law to the entry level in just two or three months, the initial mastery, the simplicity of the Qingyue sword can be easily removed.

Liu Ming thought of this, immediately in the heart of a cross, he took out the short sword in the sleeve, and actually practiced the authentic sword.

This can be different from the general imperial method, let him throw the things in the air one after another, but if the short sword is not in the air for a while, it will tremble directly, or it will be in the air. Flashing, the sharp swords that are released from the sword can't really form and form...

In this way, Liu Ming was retired in the stone house for half a month.

Just as he consciously tried to touch some of the tricks of mastering the swordsmanship, suddenly there was a burst of bells coming out of the stone house!

Liu Yan had been told about related things, and naturally knew that this was the sound of the alarm of the Hai people. He hurriedly picked up the short sword and got up and pushed Shimen.

After striding outside, he saw that the entire city was full of turmoil.

In the giant city, a strip of rafts, a chariot of warships, vacated from various gate areas.

On the wall, a team of sergeant powder poured into the city, and quickly set up a huge symbol, and they were aimed at the far distance.

Liu Ming's brow wrinkled, and the black cloud together, I will carry it to the heights, and in a blink of an eye, it will reach hundreds of feet in the sky, and the whole city and the distant situation will be clearly seen.

I saw that around the giant city at that time, the dozens of pale silver towers all began to emit the same kind of light, while the objects hanging from the top of the tower were even more squeaky, and the sound rhythm paused. Nothing, as if in a mutual response.

At the same time, with the giant city as the center, more than a dozen towers as the fulcrum, a huge silver matrix is ​​in the vague formation.

At the far side of the sky, the rumble of the rumbling sounds, a black line emerges out of thin air, and in the blink of an eye becomes thicker and bigger, turning into a boundless black cloud.

(At night, I finally got home from Shanghai. It’s so tired these days.