A white talisman fell behind Su Qin who was flying upside down, and turned into a white cloud exuding a peaceful atmosphere. It not only supported Su Qin's body, but also eased the impact on Su Qin to the greatest extent. Su Qin's body fell to the ground slowly.
It was a teacher of the True Talisman Sect who made the move, and this talisman easily showed his powerful realm, but even the master who made the shot had an extremely ugly face.
In the perception of this teacher, the countless bright threads of light on this young man of Huangtian Daomen are countless Dao talismans.
And in his perception, the power of these talismans already existed outside the boy's body, but they didn't burst out or dissipate, they just moved with the boy's mind.
What kind of talisman is this!
How could such a talisman exist in the world!
Su Qin's body fell to the ground silently under the support of the soft cloud, and blood overflowed silently from his mouth.
The depths of his pupils were also filled with extreme disappointment and shock.
For him, this was an opportunity to gain the recognition and respect of all these young people of the Immortal Talisman Sect, but he never expected that this young man from the Huangtian Daomen would show such a means.
Because he was too disappointed and shocked, he couldn't help showing a trace of resentment on his face.
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The sparkling light flowing from the boy's body did not disappear.
As the boy's hands slowly fell, these threads of light also pulled the yellow sky above him lower.
These threads of light seemed to grow out of his body, giving people a strange and palpitating feeling.
All the young students of the Immortal Talisman Sect looked at these mysterious and unspeakable threads of light, but couldn't say anything.
They couldn't understand the runes in these threads of light at all, which at least showed that this young man of Huangtian Daomen's understanding of runes and the circuits of many heaven and earth vitality running was far superior to them.
Several wounds on the boy of Huangtian Daomen were scorched black, and a large piece of flesh and blood was burned away. He was undoubtedly in pain, but he continued to take deep breaths, stood firm, and then said word by word: "There is still Who's coming?"
His voice vibrated in the crystal light around him, and passed into the ears of these young people from the Immortal Talisman Sect, making these young people from the Immortal Talisman Sect inexplicably feel tightness in their chests, as if the voice had changed, Packs of vitality were stuffed into their chests.
However, when the sound came to Zhang Yi's ears, a place in Zhang Yi's air suddenly became brighter.
A certain vitality resonated strangely, and then Zhang Yi only felt that something in her sleeve was also glowing, and it began to heat up.
There was a bang in Zhang Yi's mind, as if there was thunder, he suddenly realized something, and subconsciously said, "He is the talisman."
At this time, in the open space inside the mountain gate of Xianfuzong, apart from the lingering sound of the young man, there was only the sound of heavy breathing.
His voice with Qin opera, at this moment, naturally seemed extremely abrupt.
Murong Xiaoyi suddenly turned around.
She couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence, and she also subconsciously thought it was Su Qin's voice, but after she turned around, she realized that the voice was Zhang Yi, whom everyone looked down on.
The young man from Huangtian Daomen suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhang Yi who was standing at the end of the crowd.
Under the blazing gaze of everyone, Zhang Yi lowered his head unconsciously, but in his perception, his sea of energy and the sword in his robe sleeve became hotter and brighter.
The light and heat in this perception began to remind him of his responsibility at this time.
"I want to try."
He held the hot sword in his sleeve and said seriously.
There was an uproar.
Especially the classmates who walked out of the lecture hall with him just now, all looked at him with idiot eyes.
"Do you know what you're doing?"
Among the students closest to him, a girl with a pale face said in a cold voice, "Do you think you can change people's opinion of you by doing this?"
The girl's emotions at this time represented the emotions of all these young students of the Immortal Talisman Sect.
If it is on the battlefield, when one's senior brothers have fallen several and then stepped forward, they can still show some courage to face death, but every time a disciple of the Xianfuzong falls, the Xianfuzong will be more humiliated.
Zhang Yi is not stupid, he understands what this girl and all her classmates mean.
He is usually a very humble person, but this time he did not back down.
"I want to try."
Facing the obstructing girl, he said sincerely, "Maybe I can win."
"Can you win?"
Someone heard his answer, couldn't stand it anymore, and shouted angrily: "You can't even comprehend the symbol that all the students can easily comprehend, and you still say you can win?"
Zhang Yi was a little ashamed, but the hot little sword in his hand seemed to remind him not to retreat, so he took a deep breath and said, "If you can win, I don't have to come out to try."
What he said was the original intention in his heart, but such words fell into the ears of all his classmates, but aroused even greater anger.
Murong Xiaoyi couldn't even breathe smoothly, she gritted her teeth, and was about to yell at Zhang Yi, but at this moment, a voice sounded: "I will fight him."
"Whatever you think. I'll fight him."
The boy from Huangtian Daomen met everyone's eyes and repeated it slowly.
"I really don't understand."
The young man still looked very stupid looking at the matter, looked at everyone in front of him, and said: "Even I can see that he is a very humble person, and he does have some confidence and wants to try it. Why can't you see it?" ?”
"He has always been the worst in our group." A classmate of Zhang Yi couldn't help but yelled out.
The young man from Huangtian Daomen glanced at him, and said: "Before this, Huangtian Daomen was also countless times worse than Xianfuzong in your eyes."
No one said anything more.
Because at this time Zhang Yi had already moved.
He is a modest gentleman who knows how to be modest, but not many people know that what he decides will go on more firmly than anyone else.
He walked out under the eyes of many people who were angry and disgusted, and walked right in front of the boy from the Huangtian Daomen, and then he bowed to the boy from the Huangtian Daomen to thank him, and then asked: "Next Zhang Yi, May I ask your brother's name?"
The young man from Huangtian Daomen bowed back and said, "Le Yi."
Murong Xiaoyi in the crowd was stunned, and she just woke up now. Although she had already experienced two battles before her eyes, no one seemed to care about the name of this boy from the Huangtian Daomen, let alone Zhang Yi. Also respectfully call this young man a senior brother.
"Brother Le is too strong, so I will rush to attack."
Zhang Yi looked at Le Yi, a young man from Huangtian Daomen, with real respect, and said.
Le Yi's face gradually became serious, and he said, "Please."
Murong Xiaoyi's heart beat violently.
Before this, she had never thought highly of Zhang Yi, but for some reason, she had an intuition that something strange was about to happen.
A person's intuition, especially a woman's intuition, is often right.
Just as Zhang Yi nodded again in salute, everyone felt dazzled.
From the sleeve of Zhang Yi's right hand, there was a dazzling light.
Murong Xiaoyi tried her best to open her eyes, and she saw the light coming from a small sword tightly held by Zhang Yi's right hand.
The small sword gave her the first feeling that it was a rough stone sword polished by a piece of stubborn stone, but at this moment, it was emitting light. This light was as bright as moonlight, but it was even brighter than sunlight. bright.
Holding tightly the stone sword that emitted countless bright lights, half of Zhang Yi's body seemed to be burning and melted in the light.
Amidst the uncontrollable exclamations, Zhang Yi solemnly drew out his sword.
No fancy tricks.
He flew straight forward, piercing Le Yi directly in front of him with his sword.
Le Yi's complexion became extremely solemn.
He gave a low cry and waved his hands forward.
Countless crystal lights with mysterious power swept towards Zhang Yi's body like waves of water.
Zhang Yi's movements did not change in the slightest.
The crystal lights that seemed to be traveling in different routes unexpectedly came into contact with the sword in his hand one by one.
There was a soft pop.
When the first ray of crystal light fell on the sword in his hand, or the small sword in his hand pierced the ray of crystal light, the light of the small sword in his hand dimmed and lost a little bit of light.