Yingtian saw that Duanglian was silent about the golden thunder and the old man's question. He felt depressed and said slyly: "We not only talked, but also talked about a lot. He explained to me the martial arts pure brightness, martial intention and sword intention.

Wait for the content, that’s what you don’t want to talk about.”

In fact, most of the old men just gave him some tips and didn't explain too much. I don't know if they were unwilling to say it or because they had taboos like a double-faced person.

However, Double Face said matter-of-factly: "We dare not say what he dares to say."

Yingtian curled his lips and thought to himself why they weren't fooled. Then, he said helplessly: "What's going on with this panda boy? Where's the little white rabbit Mianmian?"

When the black fan heard him talking about Panda Boy, he glanced at the ancient well with some fear. But Bai Dai said without any scruples: "Gee, she is just Mianmian, she just swallowed Panda Boy's mian."

"Ah!" Yingtian was startled. He had guessed that Panda Boy had eaten the noodles, but he didn't expect that he had mistaken Zhang Fei for Li Kui and was in the wrong person.

Although Mianmian turned into a panda boy, Yingtian felt much better. He asked again: "Why did Mianmian become like this?"

Bai Dai curled up half of her lips: "She has evolved again. The spirit body can eat the same kind that are much weaker than her to strengthen itself."

At this time, the anti-fans complained: "She has become stronger, but we are miserable."

Bai Dai said disdainfully: "It's you who are miserable, I don't care. Haha, the spirit body doesn't like evil things like you the most."

"Is it fair to look white? You are the one." The black fan's temper suddenly rose and he pushed back unceremoniously.

Bai Dai pursed her lips and smiled: "I'm sorry, I made a mistake. You are not a thing."

The black fan was stunned and shouted "Wow!"

Then, the two faces started arguing with each other.

Yingtian laughed, it was an eye-opener that these two guys were so interesting.

He looked at the panda boy who was still curled up into a ball of pompom. When Bai Dai and Hei Fen were having a big fight, he took the opportunity to say: "Whoever teaches me how to invade and defend the sea of ​​consciousness, he represents justice, otherwise he represents evil."

Bai Dai and Hei Fen were stunned for a moment, then said "Yeah!" at the same time, then lowered their eyes and ignored it, and fell silent.

Yingtian rolled his eyes, alas...he miscalculated again this time.

At this time, snowflakes began to fall from the sky. Although they were scattered here and there, they were floating like catkins and like elves flying in the sky, sometimes going east and sometimes west.

Yingtian looked at the crystal clear and flawless white flowers, and seemed to see Ye Zhihan's sweet smiling face.

He stared at the clear water of Butian Pond, and after a long time he turned around and headed northwest quickly, disappearing into the vast sea of ​​white flowers.

During the more than ten kilometers of fast travel, Yingtian spotted a dozen sneaky figures.

He suddenly thought that these people should be warriors sent by the Shangguan family to find out information. He wanted to cut them off one by one, but after thinking about it for a while, he decided to ignore them for the time being.

After running for a while, Yingtian saw a large exotic-style palace-style building in the distance, which was the headquarters of Tianhan Palace.

When he was about to move forward, he heard the sound of sword dancing coming continuously.

Immediately afterwards, spiritual consciousness surged and spiritual thoughts spread out. With a snap of a finger, everything within a radius of more than a kilometer was clear. The fluttering snowflakes could not block the detection of spiritual thoughts at all.

It turned out that three women were practicing sword skills in the snow-covered mountain col a few hundred meters ahead.

Two of them stood still like ice beauties, while the other held a cold sword and danced in the world of snowflakes.

It looks like a nimble rabbit, or like an elegant fairy, hunting in white, graceful and graceful.

For a moment, the sword's edge was straight up, and the red phoenix was facing the sun, sharply raising its head to meet the halo of the setting sun; for a moment, the body was bent, and the harrier was flying through the forest, with a combination of hardness and softness, and the snowflakes covered the ceiling.

Watching this scene, Yingtian was filled with admiration and tears. This fairy-like sword-dancing woman was none other than Ye Zhihan, who had a magical face in the snow!

He was stunned for a long time before slowly waking up. Xie Baiman's impression flashed by, and Zhihan's face became clearer and more beautiful.

It turns out that being flamboyant and self-centered is not so beautiful. Showing brilliance in plainness and showing personality in restraint will have more connotation, be more charming, and will be more dazzling and lasting.

Purity is more rare than charm, kindness is more in line with one's will than scheming, being a person and being a person are absolutely incomparable, and Yingtian is more convinced of his decision in his heart.

Love at first sight is always related to appearance, and love over time is always related to habits. The slower you fall in love with someone, the deeper you love them and the longer you love them.

Love can be fleeting, but true love takes time to grow.

Yingtian sighed. After a long period of experience and experience, his once hazy view of love now has profound feelings and clear insights.

His mind suddenly became clear, as if all his thoughts were clear, and his mood immediately relaxed.

In order not to disturb Zhihan's practice, he sat cross-legged and meditated. Youran thought of "Bu Tianchi" and what the old man said.

Immediately afterwards, Yingtian began to study the "Hongling Sword Technique", hoping to trigger the pure martial arts, add bricks and tiles to the sword skills created by his father, and carry them forward.

At this time, the snowflakes dancing in the air became denser. He drew out his gold steel dagger and stabbed forward with a swish. At the same time, he narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the tip of the sword.

Each move of "Hongling Sword Technique" is presented in my mind, frame by frame clearly highlighted like a movie.

Suddenly, the ball of light in the sea of ​​​​reflecting sky became brighter, blooming like a lotus. His eyes began to blur, and the snowflakes at the tip of the sword seemed to be spinning in circles.

His eyes extended outward, and the nearby falling snowflakes seemed to be spinning in place, turning into dancing elves, and then into daggers. Sometimes they went straight in one direction, and sometimes they suddenly turned around and approached.

Suddenly, countless daggers gathered in front of us, and then burst out suddenly, spreading into the distance like a wave. Each wave was higher than the other, which was particularly spectacular. Then, the waves crossed the mountains and reached the sky, side by side with the moon.

Higher than the sun.

With a "wow" sound, the rapid waves rushed to the top and fell straight down like a waterfall, as powerful as mountain water, and like hanging water and falling flowers.

The flowing water moved forward rapidly from high to low, from far to near. Suddenly it rushed east to west and was unstoppable. It went straight for a hundred meters before the speed gradually slowed down and the clouds closed and the rain stopped.

The trickling water penetrated Yingtian's body like thousands of threads, and then gathered into a large whirlpool. It kept spinning, gathering and forming, and turned into a shiny dagger.

Yingtian opened his eyes suddenly, and a strong idea burst out, directly reaching the dagger in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, the sword suddenly trembled, making a "buzzing" sound, and the sword glowed brightly.

The resonance of the dagger became stronger and stronger, as if it was about to break free of control and fly into the distance. Yingtian stood up with a roar, the gurgling true energy surged, and the inner energy poured into his arm, reaching directly to the sword.

What was shocking was that he took advantage of the situation and slashed out of thin air. A strong stream of air burst out from the sword, and with a "click" it cut the large stone more than ten meters away into two halves.

This is obviously a sword energy that is usually struck, but how can it be so powerful?

Yingtian was puzzled. He only knew that he had just triggered the martial arts pure brightness, but he didn't know what kind of strange artistic conception he had to achieve such amazing strength.

However, the various moves of "Hongling Sword Technique" just went through Yingtian's mind, and countless illusions appeared accordingly.

Not only did a bright dagger appear in his heart, but a scene that he had never seen before emerged in his mind.

What makes Yingtian regretful is that this unique scene was cut into pieces with the Jinghong sword, and he can no longer remember it.

At this time, in the snow-covered mountain col, Leng Xuanzhu was staring at the figure on the hillside a few hundred meters away with her eyes wide open.

She had just seen with her own eyes that man cut off a stone in the air, and the stone fragments flew up and danced with the snowflakes.

"Master...Master, he..." Leng Xuanzhu, who is usually straightforward and optimistic, actually stuttered.

Because, not only was she shocked by the man's blow from the air, but she was also surprised that this stranger appeared not far away, and even her master was unable to notice it.

Leng Yubing, who was tall and thin and about 45 years old as a grand master, turned his head and immediately saw the figure on the hillside.

With a "whoop" sound, this strong man who could leapfrog into the sky rose into the air and came to Yingtian's side in several leaps.
Chapter completed!