Heng Yunzhe didn't want to accept Yong Yan as a disciple, because he felt that he was weaker than the Master by doing so. Although he was indeed weaker than the Master, he didn't want to lose this face.
However, Yong Yan knelt at the gate of Tingxue Tower for seven days and seven nights, the Emperor Wei also came to Tingxue Tower to intercede for his son, and Heng Yunzhe reluctantly accepted Yong Yan.
In the beginning, Heng Yunzhe didn't teach Yong Yan's skills seriously, but gradually he discovered that Yong Yan was the most talented and strongest among the disciples he had received. Slowly, he started to love talents. After he touched on Yong Yan himself, he even had a thought.
Yong Yan is likely to become the second Xin Zhige.
No, it might even be stronger than Xin Zhige!
Because one is dead, one is just youth.
This time the barbarians went south and robbed the grassland. Naturally, Tingxuelou also obeyed the call of the temple and sent elite disciples to the grassland to assist King Jin Zuo against the barbarians. However, in the team of Tingxuelou, Yong Yan was not found, Hengyun. Zhe explained to the outside world that Yong Yan had to stay in the Tingxue Tower for treatment because his breath was disturbed because of his excessive practice.
In fact, he was asked to act alone, looking for the Demon Cult Mountain Gate in the grassland, and exploring the secret book of the heavenly path.
After bidding farewell to Qingzhi, Yong Yan took a few heartfelt followers and entered the grassland from another road.
He originally thought that this trip to search for the sky would be extremely boring.
Unexpectedly, God actually gave him such a big gift.
Revenge yourself, what a wonderful thing.
"Reply to the temple, saying that I will pursue and kill the murderer of the adjudicator with all my strength, and I will definitely give the temple a satisfactory answer." Prince Yong Yan converged his thoughts of vengeance, the enthusiasm on his face slowly faded, and he was restored to life again. The state that no one enters.
The soldier said: "Yes, the subordinates retire."
However, as soon as he stood up and turned around, a hole broke in his throat, and blood spewed out instantly, staining the pear blossoms of a pear tree in front of him.
Prince Yong Yan suddenly turned around, and the power of thought could be released to the surroundings.
The pear tree was trembling, and the pear blossoms were falling one after another. This scene is very similar to the first snow in early winter.
"Who, get out." Yong Yan frowned and scolded.
"Tangren?" A voice came, seemingly far from near, quite ethereal.
Yong Yan's thought power was instantly released in the direction of the sound, but he was still empty.
"Teacher? Oh, it's really rare." The voice appeared again, and this time it changed its position.
"Who are you? Also, I am not from Tang Dynasty, I am the prince of Wei, Yong Yan." Yong Yan never shy away from his identity.
"Prince Yong Yan? Oh, I have heard of you."
After the sound fell, a cute and lovely girl came out in the woods. She was wearing a long braid, her hair almost dragged to the ground, and the end was pinned by a squirrel-shaped hairpin.
At the same time, there was a chubby golden squirrel standing on her shoulder.
But the most eye-catching thing is the silver bracelet on her two wrists.
To be precise, it was two air currents, which turned into a bracelet around her wrist, and while releasing a faint brilliance, they were also slowly rotating.
Yong Yan said: "Who are you?"
The girl said: "I should ask you this. You ran to my site and wanted to ask who I am?"
Yong Yan understood in an instant: "Are you a barbarian?"
The girl said: "Count you smart, grandma aunty."
"unfortunately
Got this good name. "Yong Yan said lightly, while looking at the squirrel sitting on Feng Huayue's shoulder, he thought to himself: Ge Qingfei loves small animals, this squirrel is fat and cute, and it would be great to send her to her."
Thinking of his charming fiancée, Yong Yan's cold face showed tenderness.
Feng Huayue said: "Hey, you people in the Central Plains are really weird. While thinking about killing me, they show that kind of infinite tenderness. Are you looking at me? You are very handsome, right? , But it’s not my dish. And my brother said that the people of the Central Plains are all cunning and sinister, even if they are friends, let alone getting married."
Yong Yan was amused by this little girl's exaggerated brain, and said, "If you are not a barbarian, just use this clever energy. Take it back and be a maid for Qing Fei. It's good to talk to her. It's a pity that you will be reincarnated in the next life. , Remember to pick a good one."
Feng Huayue said: "Wow, you really want to kill me?"
"Barbarians are evil, so they shouldn't exist in this world. Don't worry, I will act very quickly, and you will not feel sad. Close your eyes and it will pass soon." Yong Yan said, slowly lifting up Hand and index finger stretched out, and a bit of Huamang shot out from between the fingers.
Feng Huayue crossed her arms in front of her, and the two bracelets on her wrists instantly turned into a huge shield, abruptly blocking Yong Yan's attack.
Yong Yan gave a sigh, although she knew that the bracelet on Feng Huayue's wrist was a bit weird, she didn't want to be so weird.
It should be very good to give this thing to Qing Fei. Although she also has good strength, she doesn't like to work with others. If she has this thing, it can also be used to block one or two when others bully her.
Could this little barbarian girl also be a gift from God
Come here to send equipment and pets
Yong Yan thought so.
After Feng Huayue blocked Yong Yan's first wave of attacks, she made a grimace at him: "You people in the Central Plains are really shameless. You actually bullied me, a little girl."
"Barbarian, not counted." Yong Yan said: "In my eyes, you are indistinguishable from livestock."
"Heh." Feng Huayue was a little embarrassed and retorted: "Then you are no different from those wolves, dogs, and rats in my eyes."
"Presumptuous! I am the prince of Wei, is that the cat or dog in your mouth?" Yong Yan said angrily, snapped his left finger, and the pear blossoms on the pear tree beside him suddenly rose up, and the petals of every flower left. The body, then under the control of the power of mind, swished towards Feng Huayue's body.
Feng Huayue laughed like a silver bell. Her figure was extremely agile, like a small deer jumping around in a mountain stream. The petals that Yong Yan controlled with his thoughts only brushed past her, but couldn't. It hurt her nothing.
She seems to be slow, but in fact it is extremely fast.
Because of Feng Huayue's dodge speed, Yong Yan's attack rhythm has been brought much faster.
Inadvertently entered Feng Huayue's attack rhythm.
Yong Yan noticed this and immediately made a change.
However, after all, it was still a step slower.
Feng Huayue took advantage of the moment when Yong Yan's rhythm was chaotic, bullying herself up.
The bracelet became a wide blade, and it was chopped off against Yong Yan's chest.
Prince Yong Yan snorted, his five fingers clenched his fist in an instant, and the pear blossom petals that were flying in the air gathered together and merged into a pear blossom, attacking from behind.
Feng Huayue twisted her body, withdrew, and swung her knife down.
The pear blossoms burst and became countless small pear blossoms again.
At the moment of the explosion, the surging power of thought was also released.
This is Yong Yan's real ultimate move.
His profession is to be a teacher, not a summoner.
However, Feng Huayue's resilience is also superb.
Faced with the surging power of thought, she did not panic, and the shape of the wide blade changed again, becoming a delicate glove.
After that, I saw Feng Huayue constantly punching her fists, and those surging thoughts that escaped in midair were actually abruptly broken by her fists.
However, this method is quite costly.
Feng Huayue's breathing was slightly faster than before.
Yong Yan failed two consecutive attacks, and his mood was not as stable as it was at the beginning.
What is the origin of this little barbarian girl who emerged out of thin air, is so tough.
Yong Yan was also the first time he met someone who used his fist to confuse his mind.
Are the barbarians' attacks so unreasonable
Feng Huayue said, "You are much weaker than I thought."
These words were like a thorn, piercing into Yong Yan's heart fiercely.
He once swore that he would never let people say that he was too weak in front of him.
"You forced me." Yong Yan said coldly: "I will not show mercy anymore."
Feng Huayue hooked his finger at him: "I also want to know how good you people in the Central Plains are, come on!"
However, as soon as the voice fell, Feng Huayue's face changed suddenly.
"It's over, I have to go, that prince, we will compare it in the future!"
…
Three days passed.
Zhou Fei and Ling Zhaoyan finally entered the wild.
The so-called Wangshan ran to death, even if the two of them had tried their best to start the method, they had walked for three full days before they came to the foot of the mountain.
Because of the previous incident, Ling Zhaoyan's mood seemed a little depressed, and he didn't talk to Zhou Fei much along the way.
After all, there was a gap between the two.
Although it is not obvious, it does exist.
The scene of chatting and laughing in the past may be difficult to reproduce in a short time.
Zhou Fei didn't realize that there was anything, he was not a popular dog licking on the Internet in later generations, as long as the beauty is not happy, he will give up all principles to make the other person happy.
This kind of thing is too difficult for a waste material.
With that idle time, it's better to think about how to be lazy.
Regrettably, there was no way to be lazy during this operation.
And not only there is no way to be lazy, but also extremely diligent.
For Zhou Fei, this was a torture.
But I still asked for it, and there is no place to reason.
"It's a little tired, let's rest." Ling Zhaoyan said lightly.
On the way, what she and Zhou Fei said was basically switching between "somewhat hungry" and "somewhat tired", and rarely heard other words.
Zhou Fei nodded and said, "I'll see if I can catch game around."
Ling Zhaoyan gave a hum.
Seeing Zhou Fei's figure hidden by the woods, Ling Zhaoyan sighed softly.
She also knew that her state was very bad these few days, but as long as she calmed down, she would think that she had assassinated the judge with a single sword, and her Dao Xin had been affected. For a cultivator, whether her Dao Xin was stable is extremely important. . Once the Dao Xin is chaotic, then the realm will stagnate, and may even regress.
(End of this chapter)