Fengshen: Deduce the practice method at the beginning, scaring the sky

The young leader looked at the Buddha Kingdom in his palm that was emitting golden light above his head.

He stretched out his hand to touch behind him, and after a while, a black brush was found in the hand of the young leader.

This writing brush was bought for him after he practiced Hunyuan Qi cultivation method.

Fortunately, he is more competitive.

He did not live up to his father's expectations, and he really succeeded in practicing.

Thinking of his father at home, when he learned that he was going to the battlefield, the look in the eyes of the young commander gradually became firm.

He must earn enough meritorious service.

Only in this way can he be rewarded by Shang Wang Yinjiao and become a family with a surname.

The thoughts in his heart made the tension in the young commander's heart dissipate little by little.

When the last bit of tension disappeared, the young commander's eyes were full of fighting spirit.

He took another step forward and walked directly to the edge of the city wall.

When he was holding a black brush in his right hand and was in the posture of writing, a huge book suddenly appeared in front of him.

The book in front of the young leader is different from many books in Dashang that practice Hunyuan Qi cultivation method.

Most of other people's books are in a foggy color.

If someone is good at certain aspects, most of them tend to prefer a certain color.

There is rarely a true single color.

Except for Ye Changqing, the teacher, and Ji Tian, ​​the apprentice of the teacher.

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However, at this moment, the young leader summoned the classics hidden in his sea of ​​consciousness, and the rich purple directly illuminated the entire city wall.

Under the golden Buddha kingdom, there was no feeling of being suppressed at all.

The youth commander didn't know why his classics looked like this.

After several years of research, the only guess the young leader can make is that all the records in his classics are all kinds of sentences.

Many of them were passed down by the human race.

There are also some sentences that the youth leader thinks are very reasonable.

It can be said that from the day when he really practiced the Hunyuan Qi cultivation method, the young man ruled on the classics, and all the things imprinted are words.

Even, because of these too many words, the young leader automatically mastered a spell.

He didn't know if others had mastered it.

Anyway, he got it.

Thinking of this, the ink brush in the young commander's hand, a little purple light slowly emerged on the tip of the pen, condensed on it, and lasted for a long time.

It was as if, at this moment, the black brush in the boy's leader's hand used this purple light as ink.

Without thinking too much, the young leader saw that the spell was in the release stage, and the whole momentum suddenly changed dramatically.

The book in front of him was turned "swish", and after a while, it turned to a page with four words written on it.

"Voice and pen criticism."

The simple text is smeared on the paper with ink.

If it weren't for this moment, the four jumped out of the paper and landed beside the young leader, circling around.

No one would have thought that these four words would be a spell.

The young commander calmed down his mood slowly, and with the ink brush in his hand, he drew a line of words in the void little by little.

Accompanied by the display of the handwriting, the boy leader kept spitting out words one by one.

Countless words spit out from the mouth of the young commander's pen.

These characters are condensed in one place, with the ink marks as the blade and the syllables as the handle, turning into a three-foot-long thin sword.

The entire body of the rapier is silvery white, only the ink marks and syllables that make it up are shining with purple awns.

As soon as the rapier appeared, it immediately stood upright in the air, and the blade pointed directly at the Buddha Kingdom in the palm of the young commander's head.

Looking at the astonishment in Batian's eyes below, the young leader directly used the ink brush in his hand as the sword in his hand, and manipulated the rapier out of thin air.

The slender sword is still so obvious under the Buddha light in the palm of the palm shining with endless golden light.

On this thin sword, everyone did not feel the slightest sword intent.

What they felt were countless sharp reprimands, resounding from the thin sword.

Looking at the rapier, they seemed to feel the strokes of the major civil servants.

The end was a creepy one.

Not yet, the rapier, under the control of the young commander, slashed straight towards the Buddha Kingdom in the palm of his head.

The moment the two get along, a huge spark is released from the intersection.

After all, the young leader is still too young, has not experienced much, and his words of criticizing others are not sharp enough.

The Buddha Kingdom in the palm is a magic technique in Batian's hands.

However, in Western religion, it is counted as supernatural powers.

Compared with supernatural powers and spells, there is a lot of difference.

This Buddha Kingdom in the palm is not supernatural right now, but it is not far away.

The young leader is naturally no match for his head-to-head confrontation.

As sparks appeared in the sky, everyone could only see the thin sword condensed by the young leader, which was constantly being worn down.

The countless ink marks lingering around the thin sword gradually turned into fluorescent lights and dissipated.

If it continues like this, the rapier condensed by the young leader may be completely scattered.

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the young commander.

"Huh? I didn't expect that there are people who really specialize in Confucianism and Taoism."

"In this way, I will give you a poem."

A faint voice resounded in the sea of ​​consciousness led by the young man.

Then the young leader found that on the classic book in front of him, a piece of book page that was originally blank was slowly imprinted with a poem.

The young leader looked at a line of poetry that appeared in the classics, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Muttering a few words in his mouth, the young commander directly took the initiative to dissipate the rapier, and re-condensed a long sword using the new book that appeared in this book as a guide.

This time, the boy didn't let the ink stains condense out of thin air in the void, but directly let these ink stains appear on the black brush in his hand.

Those ink stains glowed on the brush, and after a while, the brush in the young commander's hand turned into a silver-white thin sword again.

At this moment, the young commander's gaze did not take another look at the Buddha Kingdom in his palm.

His gaze slowly fell on Ba Tian's body.

This is not over yet, the moment his eyes fell on Batian, a murderous intent and sword energy that was extremely strong suddenly appeared on the young commander's body.

At this moment, the young leader said that he was a swordsman, a sword fairy.

No one doubted it either.

……

The confrontation between the juvenile leader and Batian begins again.

Ye Changqing, who was far away in the Chaoge Tavern, seemed to have sensed something, suddenly straightened up, and looked in the direction of the young commander.

"Is there really someone who can trigger the extreme conditions in my eyes?"

Blinking, Ye Changqing spoke, and involuntarily became curious about the person who triggered a hidden lock he set.