"It turns out that the saint is so weak!"
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the Taoist saints in the field suddenly became ugly. Although An Nanjing's words were aimed at Daoyin, they could also be said to be aimed at them. Although this sentence was very uncomfortable to hear, the saints still did not say anything.
The woman in front of her is really a monster!
In the battle just now, although An Nanjing used the Protoss treasure, when neither side used the treasure, An Nanjing still had the upper hand. From this, we can see how terrifying the strength of An Nanjing is!
The big Zen realm, pressing the saint realm to fight!
Not far away, after An Nanjing finished saying that, she went directly back to Yang Ye and said, "Let's go!"
Yang Ye nodded, then ignored everyone with An Nanjing and entered the Baijia Pavilion.
On the spot, the Taoist saints were silent.
After a while, Daoqing came to Daoyin, "Are you okay?"
Daoyin shook his head slightly, but did not speak.
"Don't think too much!"
Daoqing said softly: "This woman should be the An Nanjing who came out of Wudi Academy. The other party has already obtained the inheritance of Wudi. If nothing else, she is the Wushen of Daqian Universe's generation, let alone you, even if I match her , there is no chance of winning. If she reaches the realm of saints, we are afraid that we are not her opponents at all."
Valkyrie!
Daoyin's pupils shrunk, the meaning of these two words is not ordinary. The so-called Valkyrie, what is the concept? Every generation of Martial Gods, they are the ones that rank among all the geniuses in the contemporary era, and belong to the invincible kind!
Daoyin turned to look at Baijia Pavilion in the distance, if that woman is really this generation of Martial God, then she is not wronged!
Seeing that Daoyin was relieved, Daoqing breathed a sigh of relief. What he was afraid of was that Daoyin went to the tip of the bull's horn, felt that he had lost to a great Zen state, and then couldn't figure it out, and ruined his state of mind. And now, she obviously has let go!
Daoqing turned his head to look at the Baijia Pavilion, "If she absorbs the martial arts in it, her strength will become even more terrifying! And that Yang Ye... the combination of these two..."
Renjun's death, he naturally knew.
Renjun, the leader of the dignified human race, was killed in seconds by this man and woman. But Tianjun and Hundred Clan now dare not touch the Human Clan. One of the reasons is that they are afraid of Yang Ye and An Nanjing. When these two people join forces, among the hundred tribes, no one can compete with them!
After a long time, Dao Qing shook his head, "Let's go!"
Soon, the Taoists in the field left.
Inside the Baijia Pavilion.
Yang Ye and An Nanjing entered the Baijia Pavilion, and the two glanced around. Around them, there were secret rooms, densely packed, and there were really no less than a hundred rooms. In each room, there is a family of martial arts. This martial arts is not a street commodity, but the real essence, because these are all collected by the Taoist ancestors. Of course he didn't do it for fun, he collected these for research and study!
He has his own Tao, and before that, in order to establish his own Tao, he also had to learn from others' Tao, that is, learn from each other's strengths. In the end, he succeeded, and then these martial arts, he stayed.
In the room, An Nanjing glanced around, and finally, her eyes fell on a secret room in the distance. In the center of the secret room, there was a big character engraved: Wu!
Obviously, this is martial arts!
An Nanjing turned to look at Yang Ye, who smiled and said, "Go!"
An Nanjing nodded and entered the door.
After An Nanjing entered the gate, this place became a world of its own. Around her, there are phantoms floating around. These phantoms include middle-aged people, old people, young women, and old women...
And when An Nanjing came in, all these people looked at An Nanjing.
"No one has come in for a long time!" At this moment, an old man suddenly said.
Yang Ye looked at the old man, the old man looked at An Nanjing, and then said, "Since you have chosen martial arts, you want to come, your martial arts are not bad, let us see, and then we are deciding who chooses you!"
The learning of a hundred schools of thought is different from the inheritance of martial arts in the outside world. An Nanjing was rather curious. She looked around and said, "Let me see, I'm deciding who I want to choose from you!"
As soon as An Nanjing said this, the field immediately fell silent.
All eyes were on An Nanjing. Finally, the old man said, "You are very confident!"
An Nanjing's right hand was behind him, "With all due respect, I feel that you are a little weak, and now, I don't want to learn!"
Everyone: "… "
At this time, the old man suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed An Nanjing, and the mighty pressure of martial arts rolled towards An Nanjing like a storm.
An Nanjing's expression remained unchanged, and his right foot slammed on the ground.
boom!
A powerful coercion swept out from her body, and this coercion directly crushed and smashed the coercion released by the old man.
At this moment, everyone in the field was shocked.
An Nanjing glanced at the phantoms around him, and then said, "I'm not interested anymore!"
After speaking, she turned and left.
What she has learned and understood has far surpassed countless people in the field. You must know that the inheritance he has obtained is the inheritance of the Martial God, the Martial God of the universe. It is undeniable that these people here must be peerless powerhouses, otherwise, the old man in Taoist robe would not let these people stay here in this way. However, the gap between these people and the Martial God is obviously still a big gap.
"Hundreds of rivers return to the sea!"
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the field, and then, a finger suddenly pointed at An Nanjing, and An Nanjing's pupils shrank suddenly because she saw countless powerful martial skills contained here. in.
Hundreds of rivers return to the sea!
An Nanjing didn't respond slowly, he raised his hand and threw a punch.
boom!
With the sound of an explosion, An Nanjing was directly retreated by the earthquake.
"Confluence of Wanchuan!"
At this moment, the voice sounded again, and in a flash, it appeared in front of An Nanjing again.
An Nanjing's eyes narrowed slightly, her hands clenched into fists, and the next moment, she slammed forward with a bang, "Break!"
One punch.
boom!
Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the whole world, and then, the whole world trembled wildly.
After a long time, the voice suddenly sounded, "In your martial arts, I saw the shadow of the god of martial arts. And you are also a real martial arts body. What we have learned, there is really nothing worth learning for you."
At this time, An Nanjing shook his head, "No, I am interested. I have never seen your martial arts, and I hope to learn from you!"
After a moment of silence, the voice suddenly said: "It's my martial arts honor!"
…
After An Nanjing entered the gate of martial arts, Yang Ye glanced around, and finally, his eyes fell on one of the gates, which had a word written on it: Sword!
kendo!
Yang Ye did not hesitate and entered the door.
Inside the door, after Yang Ye entered it, like An Nanjing, there were many illusory figures in the kendo. Among them, there were more than 30 men and women.
These were once the top kendo experts in the Daqian universe!
The old man in Taoist robe kept the soul of these people here in a unique way. Of course, the old man in Taoist robe also paid some price, but for himself and for the descendants of Taoism, these costs are worth it.
After Yang Ye came in, the eyes of those in the field suddenly fell on him.
One of the middle-aged men suddenly bent his finger, and a ray of sword light shot directly towards Yang Ye. Yang Ye did not evade. He raised his hand and pointed it out. A sword light shot out from his fingertips. It slammed into the middle-aged man's sword light.
boom!
The two sword lights exploded directly and turned into nothingness.
"Swords are pure!"
At this time, the middle-aged man said: "Yes, but unfortunately, the killing intent is too heavy."
Yang Ye said: "The sword is used to kill people. What is the use of a sword without killing intent?"
Swords are for killing people!
This sentence is quite controversial. Many people think that Yang Ye's view of the sword is an insult to the sword. However, for Yang Ye, the sword is used to kill people. Whether it is to protect people or whatever, the ultimate goal is to kill. Since it is murder, it is natural to have murderous intent.
In the field, everyone looked at each other, and finally, the middle-aged man said, "Do you think swords are only used to kill people?"
Yang Ye asked back, "Otherwise, what do you think?"
The middle-aged man shook his head slightly, "The way is different."
After he finished speaking, he turned and left.
In the field, the rest of the people also shook their heads and quietly retreated.
There is no one left!
Obviously, Yang Ye's words made everyone in the field very dissatisfied. In some people's minds, the sword is not to kill, it is the second life, it is a relative, Yang Ye said so, in their opinion, it is an insult to the sword! Therefore, everyone left directly, obviously, this was because they didn't want to teach Yang Ye their kendo.
In place, Yang Ye glanced around, then shrugged, he didn't care, he turned and left.
Everyone has their own kendo, and everyone's kendo is actually different, and Yang Ye, he doesn't think that other people's kendo is wrong, but his own is right, but for him, no matter right or wrong, he They will only stick to their own kendo.
This is his way, and he will keep going.
Yang Ye left decisively, and after coming outside, he glanced around, and finally, his eyes fell on one of the doors with the word "kill" engraved on it.
Kill!
Yang Ye hesitated, then walked in.
This is a blood-red world.
In this world, blood and remnants of souls are floating everywhere, as well as endless killing intent.
"Why do you like killing people?" At this moment, a voice sounded in Yang Ye's ear.
Yang Ye glanced around and said, "Murdering can make me happy!"