Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan was shocked. The tadpole text went faster and faster, and his mind was dizzy. After trying to concentrate his eyes, the tadpole text slowed down and recognized a few lines:

"The sky is clear, the earth is calm, the gods are spirit, and the valleys are full..."

The words and words are like pearls exploding in his head, and his eyes are sore and swollen, finally losing sight. Those tadpole texts became chaotic again, and the whole piece of paper was shining with silver, and it was indistinguishable from recognition.

"What is going on with this silver foil paper?"

Yang Qingxuan closed his eyes and adjusted his breath for a while before the discomfort gradually disappeared. He said in his heart: "I'm afraid this'Qingyang Wujing' will not be easy. Where does Wu Qiyue come from? Why do you want to help me?"

In the memory of the remnant soul before, apart from the top beauty of Tian Cong Academy, she was extremely talented, and she entered the inner courtyard in only one year without any information.

"It doesn't matter, she looks like she shouldn't harm me. Furthermore, based on my understanding of martial arts, if the technique is wrong, I will definitely be aware of it."

Yang Qingxuan put away the silver foil paper and walked outside the library.

I accidentally caught a glimpse of the attic, and several students stared at him with bad eyes, and seemed quite hostile.

Yang Qingxuan felt a little inexplicable, didn't he seem to know these people?

But after another thought, I suddenly realized that Wu Qiyue must be the fault. The first beauty in the college is too conspicuous, and these students are afraid that they have misunderstood something.

Sure enough, after he left the library, walking on the quiet ancient road, suddenly five figures shot out from the side, blocking his way, it was the people in the library.

Yang Qingxuan raised his eyebrows and said, "What's the matter?"

"Hehe, it's quite calm. In fact, my heart is already scared!" A tall and thin blue man sneered in front of him.

"Haha, looking at his dumbfounded look, he can really pretend. Qiyue really has no eyesight, do you like this kind of pretending and compelling trash?" The other person was also full of cold expression.

The sneer on the blue man's face turned into a cold stern, and he stretched out his hand and shouted: "Stop talking nonsense, bring things!"

Yang Qingxuan frowned and said, "What?"

One person said: "Quickly hand over the silver jewelry that Qiyue gave you!"

Yang Qingxuan almost squirted out a mouthful of old blood. Because these people were so far apart, they didn't see what Wu Qiyue gave him. They just saw a flash of silver light and thought it was silver jewelry or something.

The significance of a girl giving silver jewelry to a man can be imagined.

The other person also said coldly: "A girl like Qiyue is not something you can touch with rubbish. If you don't want to die, you have to know yourself."

Yang Qingxuan said, "This is the important place of the academy. Do you dare to rob and bully classmates?"

"Classmate? Haha, I'm pooh! Are you worthy of calling our classmate?"

All five laughed, and the blue-clothed youth even grinned and said, "Want to use the Academy's rules to suppress us? It really is a timid waste! It's a pity that the weak and the strong are the rules of this world. As long as you don't kill you, the Academy will It doesn't matter. If you are interested, hand over the silver jewelry, and then kneel on the ground and walk around, so you can avoid the suffering of flesh and blood."

Yang Qingxuan's eyes flicked over and the corners of his mouth rose, and he said: "Thank you for telling me, as long as you don't kill you, nothing will happen, right?"

One person shouted: "Why, do you still want to do something with us?"

Yang Qingxuan moved his wrist and said, "When dealing with your campus rubbish, you should clean it up as rubbish. I am quite experienced in cleaning rubbish."

As soon as the voice fell, he saw his figure sway, and suddenly violent, punching the face of the student on the left.

"Hey! So fast!"

The student was so shocked that he backed away quickly, stumbled on his feet, and fell backward, hurriedly guarding his face with his hands, and shouted: "Be a human, stay a line, and don't hit someone in the face!"

"Boom!"

Where did Yang Qingxuan pay attention to him, he hit the back of the student's hand with a punch, his fingers exploded, and his face instantly sank.

The student flew up with a scream, blood flowing from his face between his fingers, although his face was invisible, it must be extremely miserable.

Yang Qingxuan coldly snorted, "Where do you want a face for **** like you? Since you don't want it, I will take your face away for your parents!"

The other four people trembled in their hearts when they saw that companion fell on the grass, and wailed and struggled desperately, covering their faces with their hands.

Although their cultivation is not weaker than Yang Qingxuan, they are only school students after all. Yang Qingxuan was a martial arts master of the Huaxia Kingdom. He was born to death in his cultivation, struggling to death in countless desperations. The understanding of the martial arts of the two parties, as well as the calmness and momentum of the enemy, are completely different.

The blue-clothed man yelled: "Come on together, let him go!"

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Qingxuan had already leaped up, and the dragon palm spell was deployed, and he hit the other person.

His speed is extremely fast, and the person just reacted, pushing his palms forward and taking the palm.

With a "bang", layers of air waves washed away, and the man only had time to squirt out a mouthful of blood before he was shaken out.

Yang Qingxuan flipped the two of them in an instant, making the other three shocked. Knowing that they had kicked the iron plate, they were all performing the strongest moves and blasted over.

The palm of one of them was as solid as a rock, calm and powerful, pushing the palm, the air whistled, and the left forward was between him.

The other person bends down, the whole person is like a spring, suddenly violent, turning into a line of blast and shooting out.

When the two of them joined forces, their power was immediately revealed, and waves of air swayed in circles, superimposing each other, enhancing the waves.

"Good job!"

Yang Qingxuan drank in a deep voice, twisting his left hand with his fingers, and moving the "finger of no phase robbery" straight to the palm. With a virtual grip on the right hand, a light blue color immediately appeared between the bones of the fingers, like a ghost, and he grabbed it, "Netherworld ghost claw!"

"boom!"

Wuxiangjie pointed at that palm, made a noise with a "chi", and then poked in, directly piercing the opponent's palm with his energy!

"what!"

The student hurriedly withdrew his hand in pain, a large cold sweat trickling down.

On the other side, Nether Ghost Claws broke through that wave of air, with five fingers grasping on the student's Tianling cover, faint blood oozing from the top of his head.

The student was trembling, his face was full of fear, and he opened his mouth to call for help: "Forgive me, forgive me!"

"Boom!"

Yang Qingxuan lifted him like a chicken, punched him in the face, and suddenly swelled to the size of two heads, "Shameless thing, I will lose this face for you!"

Just about to punch another punch, Yang Qingxuan's heart suddenly moved, and an extremely dangerous aura passed over. The remaining blue-clothed men violently violently shouted, "Go to hell!"

Yang Qingxuan looked up and saw that behind the man in blue, the shadow of a beast appeared, as if light had condensed, his fierce gaze was almost the same as that of the man in blue, staring at Yang Qingxuan fiercely, wishing he could not swallow it. he!

"Wuhun!"

Yang Qingxuan was secretly shocked. This was the second time he saw the "Wuhun", and the first time it was Su Ying's pocket bow and arrow. He didn't dare to be careless, and threw the student he was carrying.

The blue-clothed man jumped up and all his anger broke out. He was thinking about destroying Yang Qingxuan, but when he saw his companion flying over, he snorted coldly. He raised his foot and stepped on it. !

"Boom!"

The companion was used as a pad by him, and he was stepped on the ground with one foot, dust splashed and stone bricks cracked. The student lay on the ground like a dead pig, not knowing his life or death, and blood flowed down the cracks in the stone bricks under him.

The blue-clothed man used the power of his companion to jump higher, like an eagle hitting the sky, soaring down, hitting Yang Qingxuan with a fist, shouting: "Trash, die!"