"Three Thousand Silver Lights? How can I guess what weapon this is if you ask me to use such a name?" Ye Feibai was secretly dissatisfied and whispered.

The eyes of Burning Destroy never turned, and his eyes remained above Tang Wei: "Three Thousand Silver Lights, the latest weapon of Polestar Technology, belongs to the t1 level, is made of thousands of controllable superconducting alloys as weapons. The blades are as color as silver, with long streamlined structures that grow a few centimeters longer, and then the control originals are buried in various parts of the body. These sharp blades can change with your spirit and your movements. After proficiency, killing is a waltz, which complements your body and is easy to use."

"It's so high-end, my God, it's great to have money." Ye Feibai looked at the shabby cold weapon jackdaw, shed tears from the poor.

"The most terrifying thing is that the higher your mental power, the more silver light you can control. Ordinary people can control about 3,000 silver blades, so they are called three thousand silver lights. This Tang Wei, 1.2.3...3764, and there are indeed no weak people among the top 50." Beng Mie exclaimed.

"Damn it, aren't you? You can count it so quickly?" Ye Feibai only saw the silver light shining around Tang Wei. If he wanted him to count it, he would tell you, he would be crazy!

"This is the self-cultivation of a sniper. It's not like you. Except for the fact that the reaction is quite qualified, everything else is the tail of the crane." Buried Mie smiled coldly. In his eyes, the sniper would never give in.

"I'm sorry, I'll work hard when I go back. How many can you control?" Ye Feibai quickly admitted his mistake and asked in a naughty way.

"Are you treating it as a criterion for testing your strength? Haha, this is true on the side, but mental power is not the only criterion for determining combat power." Bengmo explained, closed his eyes and meditated for a few seconds: "I can probably control it, about 5,000."

Ye Feibai was also shocked. This was higher than his estimate. He thought it would be about 4,000 at most: "Then how many do you think I can control?"

"Tsk, if you can arouse three thousand silver lights, I will give you one." Buman Mieda was confident because he believed Ye Feibai could not do it, and the minimum requirement for the three thousand silver lights to dance was at least 3,000.

"Okay, okay, let's go back and try it. That guy, what's the silver light you are talking about? Why can't you even get rid of a hair from a stone turtle?" Ye Feibai said sarcastically.

"The destructive power of the three thousand silver lights is determined based on the material of the silver blade and the user's mental power. Tang Wei should still be an ordinary silver hunting force, and it is normal for him to be unable to fight."

"Then there is no solution?" Ye Feibai didn't want to be entangled by this big turtle all night.

"Of course, people who look for the Ghost Sect may have hope. It is not for ordinary people, but for top students in the Ghost Sect here, there should be no problem." Beng Mie said the volume was getting louder and louder, as if he was deliberately telling someone.

Before Ye Feibai understood what the meaning of Bangmo was, he saw the crowd turning his head tacitly, staring at the man wearing a hooded hood in the corner, with a gorgeous hexagonal ghost face embroidered on his chest.

"You discovered him early in the morning?" Ye Feibai knew that this was definitely not a coincidence of Bang Mie, so he asked quietly.

"You can't see such a conspicuous face." Bang Mie rolled his eyes and turned his back.

Ye Feibai was a little embarrassed but couldn't lose face: "Why aren't others allowed to wear avant-garde?"

I was too lazy to fight with Ye Feibai. I knew that he was a guy who would never suffer any losses. I quietly looked at the ghost school students in the corner to see how they reacted.

In the eyes of all foreign sects, the Ghost Sect has always been a mysterious and unique faction. This sect has the latest formation and has the least number of people. It is good at using strange arts, just like the legendary Maoshan Taoist priest who caught ghosts. Therefore, many ordinary people are authentic ghost sects, and others are monsters.

The man in the ghost school crossed his hands and placed them in the human body. His thumb was dragging his chin. The long bangs on his forehead under his hood covered his eyes. He couldn't see the man's expression clearly, but the man did not respond, as if he ignored everyone's gaze at all.

Others who have such long hair will probably be called Shamatt, but this man is different. He only gives people a very leisurely and wise feeling. In the cold aura, people feel scared.

"This man is not simple." This is Ye Feibai's first thought.

Facing the numerous gazes, the man finally felt it. He stood up gently, patted the edges of the robe with dust, his movements were clean and leisurely, without any panic, just like an atomic bomb was thrown on your head, and you were about to pull your friend to run away. He said to you, "Hey buddy, it's so interesting when I finish watching this TV series."

"Kun Yang, do you have a way?" Hank asked this sentence.

Ye Feibai narrowed his eyes and realized that the matter was not simple: "The fifty people here, can Hank recognize it? I promise he doesn't know my name, so why can he call out his name at once? He has such a low sense of existence and will not take the initiative to talk to anyone. The only possibility is that this is probably because the relationship owner has greeted him or that this is a super seed player and teacher. "

Kun Yang raised his mouth and raised his right hand to clench his fist. Then he walked lazy steps and approached the two of them step by step. Anyone on Kun Yang's route unconsciously gave way to him, retreating like a tide, and there was only one person left on the way.

Kunyang walked to Ye Feibai. Ye Feibai just raised his head, and the two looked at each other and refused to give in to each other.

Ye Feibai was still a little scared at first. Kun Yang's eyes were completely black and there was no white space at all. It was like a bottomless hole that made him feel uncomfortable, as if he was staring at the abyss.

But how could he be afraid of being unwilling to lose? He was so timid that he had been timid for a few seconds, and immediately regained his energy and stared at Kunyang.

The two of them just looked at each other, almost sparking the love. Kunyang raised the corners of his mouth with a smile and bypassed Ye Feibai.

After Kun Yang passed by, Ye Feibai breathed out before he breathed, and the muscles on his back were nervous and convulsed: "This person is very dangerous, very dangerous." Ye Feibai felt helpless and felt ordinary powerless, but he was unwilling to admit defeat.

Kunyang walked to Tang Wei like a wandering garden: "If you can't beat it, just move away."

The voice is extremely magnetic and lazy, and the fan girl will go crazy when she hears it, as if she is telling you, "Can you do it? If not, I will come, I will go back to sleep." Although this feeling is telling the truth, it really wiped out Tang Wei's face and made him angry.

However, no matter how angry he was, Tang Wei knew that she could not deal with the iron-shelled turtle, so she could only retreat angrily to watch Kunyang's performance.

"How do you think he will solve this problem?" Ye Feibai asked Buendi secretly. For some reason, he suddenly became more interested in Kunyang than Cui Hao.

"I guess it's probably dispersing or something. This kind of spiritual energy can also drive it, so it shouldn't be too difficult for him." Buman looked at the man's back and felt a little unpredictable.

However, what was waiting for everyone was that Kun Yang moved his muscles and recited a complex and super-long spell. During this period, the stone turtle had no intention of attacking and waited for Kun Yang to finish reciting the spell.

"Hey, can you lend me your weapon?" Kun Yang seemed to think of me and shouted at Tang Wei.

Tang Wei was about to say that without a controller, you could not control the three thousand silver lights, but saw more than 3,700 sharp blades soaring into the air and flying towards Kunyang, shocking everyone.

Kun Yang put his left hand on the upper and lower hands on his right hand, his index finger on his left thumb, his hands were curved and crossed, and shouted at Sanqian Yinguang: "Stand!"

Suddenly, more than three thousand silver blades had complex spell patterns, and they all floated into a huge silver blade.

Seeing that everything was ready, Kunyang once again showed a charming smile: "Die."

The index finger stretched out and guided the huge silver blade to the target. The silver blade instantly turned into a stream of light and hit the Imperial Spirit Stone Turtle. The stone armor of the stone turtle collapsed in detail under this blow, turning into a pile of ordinary gravel.

The Three Thousand Silver Blades were not much better. Most of the Silver Blades lost their luster because of this blow, and some could not even fall to the ground. Tang Wei looked distressed, but she couldn't say anything due to her face.

Kunyang didn't care at all. After doing all this, he walked back to the convenience store slowly. He happened to pass by Tang Wei. Kunyang stretched his neck and glanced slightly: "If you feel sorry for me, go to the ghost school to get compensation after the competition and report my Kunyang's name." After that, he entered the convenience store like shopping, and found a quiet corner to sit down.

Tang Wei's eyes were full of murderous intent and she snorted coldly.
Chapter completed!