My Martial Arts Can Train Themselves

With this sound pouring down, the dense mental force produces a strong sense of oppression.

Yang Yi frowned and hurriedly ran the mud pill refining technique to keep his divine knowledge clear. Gongshuyan around him was not a big problem under the protection of a jade pendant xuanbing.

When they looked at each other, they didn't understand what the sword elder of Qingming sect wanted to do.

"Schoolwork and practice? He regarded us as disciples of Qingming sect?"

Some people realized the purpose of the virtual shadow and couldn't help saying.

"It's very likely that these residual thoughts are the thoughts of the martial artist before his death. Even the magic thoughts are the same. The sword elder is likely to teach us to practice!"

The bald city master from Leizhou, next to Jiao Shengxin, said excitedly.

It's a great opportunity to get the guidance of the sword elder of Qingming sect!

Although the elder holding the sword is probably only one of the leaders of the division here, he is also very eager to get it. At least it's nothing to guide them.

The rest of the people were excited when they heard the bald City Lord say so.

However, Yang Yi is obviously not so optimistic. In any case, the environment here is too strange, and the residual thoughts of the sword elder are already evolving towards evil thoughts.

No one knows what will happen if you can't follow the wishes of the sword elder.

From time to time, the huge virtual shadow of the sword elder of Qingming sect slowly opened his mouth: "class one, answer, divided disciples, how to get the place to enter the total sect?"

"This..."

Everyone is stupid.

What's wrong? Ask the internal affairs of Qingming sect?

Who knows!

Qingming sect has been annihilated for so long.

Everyone whispered. Look at me. I look at you. Your face is as bad as eating flies.

A young casual repairman with a bracelet looked very active and asked Gongshu Yan, "Lord, you are well-informed. Do you know the answer to this question?"

Gongshuyan looked at each other with deep feeling, which pushed him to the front of the battle.

However, after a pause, he said, "there are documents in the imperial palace that record all kinds of deeds of Qingming sect, but such detailed contents are rarely recorded... And I am not interested in such contents."

After all, he is a prince. He can't be timid at this time, but he doesn't want to be a leading bird. He euphemistically expressed that he can't.

"You, who answered?"

The voice of the elder holding the sword sounded again, and the huge bronze sword hanging over the heads of the people also made a buzzing sound, as if it would fall as long as the answer was wrong.

Everyone was silent and looked at each other. They didn't dare to stand out at this time.

Even Yang Yi worked his internal strength to the extreme, preparing for the worst.

Although this virtual shadow is said to pass through the realm of God, it has not yet reached the level of full mindfulness and God.

He doesn't say he can defeat the other party, but with the restraint effect of Jinyang fire, self-protection is no problem.

I just don't know if there is only one such evil idea in the deep fog

"When the time comes, no one answers, and the schoolwork is abandoned, it should be punished!"

Finally, no one stood up to speak. The elder holding the sword was very angry. He pinched the Jue and controlled the huge bronze sword to cut down.

"Escape!"

Under the pressure of the strong wind, everyone's complexion changed suddenly and dispersed in a crowd.

However, in the fog, the movement was limited. A casual monk was stared at by the sword elder, and his body was suppressed on the ground. Then the huge sword shadow was cut off, turned into a majestic magic gas, and poured into his body madly.

"Ah!"

The monk howled in pain.

Before long, both the body protecting strength and the body protecting xuanbing declared defeat.

Yang Yi frowned when he saw this scene, and the Gongshu Yan beside him was sweating coldly.

Because this man's realm is the same as him.

Doesn't this mean that if he is selected by the sword elder of Qingming sect, this will be the end?

Magic Qi infusion didn't last long.

When it was over, the symptoms of the casual practitioner were similar to those of Rongke.

Twisted bones, no human appearance.

Hiss!

Such a sight.

No one here dared not say he was not afraid.

Even the strongest, Jiao Shengxin, the leader of Fenglei City, is trembling in his pupils at the moment.

"If you answer a fart question, you may still have a chance to escape."

Gongshuyan swears, but he doesn't dare to escape first. However, he left Yang Yi and leaned against Jiao Shengxin.

Yang Yi doesn't think so. He stares at the shadow of the elder holding the sword.

After punishing a person, the latter pinched the fingering, and then something was thrown out of the lake.

"Tablet fragments!"

Jiao Shengxin has sharp eyes, releases his strength and takes him into his arms.

"There are rewards for not answering questions?"

Although they were greedy, they still watched Jiao Shengxin put a high stone tablet into the ring.

Under the stimulation of reward, the fear in everyone's heart faded a little.

Since you can't escape, try your luck. It seems that you will only punish one person at a time. We know each other for a few times. At this time, we all inexplicably believe that the next one will not be ourselves.

Gongshu Yan said with a smile, "congratulations to Lord Jiao."

Yang Yi was also moved.

The biggest purpose of his visit to the ruins is to find treasures similar to bluestone tablets.

Although these fragments of inscriptions are of little use, no one knows whether they record any useful information.

But in the end, he resisted the competition.

In this environment, it is obviously better not to stand out.

"Lesson two, martial arts drill."

Before long, the elder holding the sword released a terrible evil spirit to frighten the people.

The bronze sword hung over the heads of the people again.

He raised his hand slowly and turned his palmprint. Suddenly, the wind surged and the magic Qi soared. A move of thunder pattern palm technique took shape impressively!

Thunder patterns converge into eyes in the palm.

Look at everything.

The palm technique has not been played yet, but it has been printed in the hearts of all things seen by thunder eyes.

Some people with poor concentration are directly due to the surge of Qi and blood and flushing of complexion.

The body seems to be numbed by thunder.

"This is the top Huanian martial arts!"

Bai Zhen had no time to attend to him and hurried to run the skill to protect his mind.

When he said this, many people looked greedy. Even Yang Yi showed an emotional look.

The so-called top martial arts should be at the same level as the secret martial arts in many sects.

He has a secret martial art, cuixu hand, but he has practiced it several times until now. His mastery is extremely limited. He is similar in shape but not in spirit, and has little effect.

Except him, none of the others present had this level of martial arts, so it was reasonable to be greedy.

A moment later, the palm technique finally subsided.

If they were granted amnesty, they wiped the cold sweat off their foreheads.

The elder with the sword glanced over with empty eyes and said in a deep voice, "who will practice?"

Just watch it once and let people practice the top Huanian martial arts?

Many people are crying bitterly. They can see that the sword elder is not giving them an opportunity at all!

Although the drill mentioned here should refer to the drill of moves, as for the operation mode of strength, it is difficult to find out without the assistance of the spiritual imprint on the martial arts scroll.

But even if it refers to moves, it can't be imitated by looking at them again.