First lady's personal tutor

On the other hand, JianNu had already caught up with the other two. The scabbard in the hand is horizontal in front of the chest, a posture that this road is blocked.

"Go away! Or I'll make you a ghost! " The female Yin Yang master, Xingzi, is fierce in voice and color, and rushes to the sword slave.

In her opinion, a girl about the same age as Xiangduo is nothing but a threat?

It's like an egg hitting a stone to stop two of Toyo's top ten teachers!

"Xingzi, what's the trouble with her! Just kill it! When Wang Yong went to chase the other four, he would not only be unable to catch up with them, but also have no physical strength. Let's kill this girl, and then we'll go back and follow her quietly, and take the opportunity to pick up the leak! How about we share the benefit equally? " Another Yin Yang teacher said with a grim smile.

"Good idea! Then do it! "

With that, they both screamed at the same time and pounced on the sword slave.

Xingzi's ten fingers were open, and his long nails rose with the wind. After a while, they became like sharp machetes, blowing layers of air and grabbing at JianNu's face.

Another Yin Yang master narrowed his eyes. In his hand, a flute with a poisonous sting at the end was suddenly inserted into the back neck of the sword slave.

The two cooperated seamlessly, and each cut was like the double blades of a pair of scissors, which caught the sword slave in the middle.

"Xingzisang, I find that we have something in mind!"

"Ha ha, it's not really Dong Jun's good cooperation!"

"I didn't expect that you and I could have such power together. Not only this little girl, but also Wang Yong could not escape our hands!"

They laughed and had already sentenced JianNu's death in advance. Even Wang Yong was on their death list.

But the next scene made them open their eyes and look like hell.

Sword slave gently move, unexpectedly from two people make of "scissors kill" escaped!

But the key two people didn't even see how the sword slave escaped!

"How can it be!" They were so surprised that they looked at each other and jumped on them again.

"Use Shishen!" Cried Xingzi.

Another Yin Yang master nodded, and they patted the magic weapon on their waist at the same time, trying to release the type God.

But a strange scene happened again.

Originally, after they clapped the magic weapon, the type God would be called out at that time. And this time, after a long time, Shishen did not respond!

"What's the situation?"

The sword slave looked at them with a smile, holding the scabbard high in the air: "in front of it, there is no evil spirit who dares to appear."

"No way! There is no such treasure in the world! Little thing, you deceive us? " Xingzi's eyes were sharp and he said.

JianNu shrugged: "then you go on."

"Shishen! Come out Fortunately son claps to the magic weapon again, who knows still have no movement.

Even try several times, lucky son two people finally realized wrong.

"Go Two people shout a way at the same time, the body shape a rob, want to run far.

At this time, a leisurely voice sounded from behind them: "it's too late to leave at this time."

"Wang Yong?" They turned back in horror.

Originally, they thought they would see Wang Yong being chased by the other four Yin Yang masters, but there was nothing. Only Wang Yong appeared quietly behind them.

"What about the others?" Xingzi asked subconsciously.

"Dead, of course! How else do you think I'll free my hand to kill you? " Wang Yong answered lightly.

"Devil! You are absolutely reincarnated Fortunately, the two were terrified, and their faces were terrified.

Whoosh, the two men who just had "a heart in their hearts" ran away first this time, and left and right in different directions.

Both of them are gambling. Wang Yong pursues another person instead of himself.

It's a pity that Wang Yong didn't plan to let it go.

The moment they moved, Wang Yong also moved.

The two talents are running from left to right, and Wang Yong is already in the middle of them.

As soon as the left hand picked up and the right hand stretched out, both Xingzi and Zhendong fell into Wang Yong's hands.

It's like two sparrows in the palm of a Taiji master. No matter how they flutter, they can't fly out of the palm of a Taiji master.

"Spare my life, I can..." Xingzi yelled.

Only the remaining half of the words did not have a chance to say, suddenly head a crooked, die.

Zhendong is a little harder than Xingzi. He wants to launch a final attack. Even if he can't kill Wang Yong, he has to make some wounds for Wang Yong.

But it's useless. Wang Yong just spews in the dark, which instantly shatters Zhendong's brain and makes Zhendong experience a real sense of "brain death".

Leaving their bodies behind, Wang Yong's eyes are indifferent and looks at a certain direction of YingYuan Taoist center.

"Come on, someone has been waiting for us for a long time." Wang Yong said.

Xiang Chou looked at the location and said in a soft voice, "it's the residence of tuyumen. It's in a large cherry blossom forest. It is said that Abe Qingming practiced here at the beginning, and this Sakurai temple was established with the help of tuyumen. "

"Young master, there must be something strange there!" JianNu road.

Wang Yong nodded, just about to speak. All of a sudden, there was a sad sound of string music in the night.

The melody contains a strong sense of sadness, as if the whole world is infected by this sound, and the world is worried.

Xiangqu's face changed slightly: "it's the soul summoning song played by sanweixian!"! It is said that Abe Qingming can use this song to summon thousands of ghosts and gods to drive them! "

Wang Yong snorted coldly: "pretending to be a ghost!"

With that, he stretched his body and rushed to the direction of the melody.

…………………………

This season is not the season of cherry blossom, but a person standing in the cherry forest just makes people have the illusion of independence.

This man is dressed in white Yin Yang master's clothes. He holds a Sanwei thread in his right hand and a spade made of tortoise shell in his left hand. When the spade sweeps on the Sanwei thread, it sends out bursts of sad tunes.

If you observe carefully, you will find that every vibration of the string will cause the cherry forest wind to pass through, and the snowflakes on the branches of cherry trees will wither like white cherry blossoms.

This person's clothes and hat and Sanwei line are all carved with a five pointed star pattern. Those who are familiar with the culture of Yin Yang master know that this is Abe Qingming's unique Qingming Platycodon grandiflorum.

This is the tuyumen, the descendant of Abe Qingming.

"Here comes the guest." Sanwei line's voice suddenly stopped, and Tu Yumen raised his eyes and looked out.

Whoosh, Wang yongru's cruise missile accurately landed in front of Tuyu's door.

Wang Yong's first look was not at tuyumen, but at the cherry forest sky.

Originally, there was only sleet tonight, but there were huge snowflakes in the sky. Each snowflake is mixed with a strong cold atmosphere. The snowflakes that would melt by Wang Yong's blood if they were half a meter away from Wang Yong had been stuck on Wang Yong for half a second before they turned into a pile of ice water.

"As expected, he is the most powerful Yin Yang teacher in the contemporary era. With this skill, he can change the geomantic field by using his mind and make every snowflake integrate Yin Qi. It's worth fighting with me." Wang Yong was calm and praised.

The technique of tuyumen is actually quite clever, that is, Wang Yong, a master of DanJin, burst into it as if nothing had happened. For others, if they are touched by the snow with heavy Yin, they will be seriously ill even if they don't die on the spot.

This is the real Yin Yang teacher, not limited to the use of the type God, but the combination of Canyu, divination and technique.

Although the other nine Yin Yang masters who died under Wang Yong's command are nominally among the "top ten of the East" with tuyumen, the gap between them and tuyumen is like the difference between the ordinary top students in the class and the winners of the International Olympiad.

"Wang Yongjun, I have been waiting for a long time." Tuyumen rushed to WangYong and bowed slightly.

"So I won't even help you when you hear me chasing other people?"

Tu Yumen's eyes flashed: "the most valuable last words that our ancestors Qingming left us is self-knowledge. Those people have no self-knowledge, so it's not a pity to die in Wang Yongjun's hands. And I don't step out of the cherry forest because I have self-knowledge. Out of Yinglin, I won't have much difference with them. At most, it's a matter of more resistance or two moves. "

Wang Yong sighed from the bottom of his heart.

He wanted to stimulate tuyumen's mood, but he didn't expect that tuyumen was so calm that he really knew himself. He knew that he was not Wang Yong's opponent outside, so he never took the risk to attack.

"You are very tolerant. No wonder you can become the first Yin Yang teacher. But what if I don't step here today? Don't you spend the night alone? "

Tuyumen chuckled: "Wang Yongjun will definitely come, because I know what Wang Yongjun inquires about."

Wang Yong's eyes suddenly flashed: "do you know where Zheng Rong is?"

"Of course."

"Tell me the whereabouts of Zheng Rong, I can spare you once!" Wang Yongdao.

Tu Yumen shook his head with a smile: "the wheel of fate has started, you and I have no possibility to quit. If I withdraw, I may be able to get my own safety for a while, but the whole Toyo Shinto will be destroyed. So, whether it's for the glory of the Qingming family or the maintenance of the Oriental Shinto, I have to stand up and fight. "

Wang Yong frowned. He was extremely disgusted with the saying that Toyo Shinto attributed everything to fate. What people don't understand is that the concept of Oriental Shinto comes from Buddhism.

Whether in India or in China, Buddhism once opposed fatalism, which is the foundation of Buddhism. Because fatalism will make the saying "practice and become Buddha" empty words.

I don't know how Toyo Shinto misinterpreted the philosophic Buddhism like this.

"Let's make a bet! You first tell me the whereabouts of Zheng Rong. If you win the bet, I will leave with this news; I lost the bet and I died with the news. " Wang Yongdao.

Who knew that Tu Yumen shook his head and denied: "Wang Yongjun's strength is too terrible. How can I know if Wang Yongjun will leave immediately after getting the news? I can't keep Wang Yongjun in that way. So, let's wait until the battle is over! I hide the clue in this Sanwei thread. Kill me and Wang Yongjun will get it. "

"Yes. In that case, don't delay, suppress! " Wang Yong's eyes were awe inspiring, and suddenly his whole body burst out with a deep momentum. His right hand was as big as a palm fan, and he took a picture of tuyumen's head.

The whole world seems to be affected by Wang Yong's palm, even the speed of snowflakes falling has become slow.