Martial arts: I, Yang Guo, really only know a little bit of martial arts

"Is it better?" Xiao Longnv asked softly.

Yang Guo bowed his head and said with a smile, "No problem."

Xiao Longnv nodded, and stood by the lake with Yang Guo, looking at the monks walking with swords in the center of the lake, fighting with Shui Xingyuan.

Guo Fu and the others were stunned at this moment, they had never seen anyone who could fly.

In their hearts, if they can fly, they are not much different from gods.

So involuntarily thinking of the mission of this trip, beheading that invincible Wen Ruohan with his own hands.

Feeling the vibrations from time to time on the shore, Yang Guo closed his eyes slightly, and said slowly: "Let's stay away from the lake, it's too close...it's not safe."

As he spoke, he pulled Xiao Longnv back.

boom--

Before Yang Guo and the others could go far, the land on the bank suddenly cracked open.

Where everyone was standing just now, a water column with a width of [-] meters was curled up with dense hair, soaring into the sky.

Yang Guo's expression changed, he snapped a big tree with his palm, and suddenly wrapped his right hand around Xiao Longnu's slender waist.

Stepping out with one step, stepping on the tree pole, and being carried up by the water column tens of feet high.

The sky is full of mist.

Yang Guo and the two stepped on the broken logs and jumped up on the waves. Some of the others fled far away, while others fell into the water and didn't know their lives.
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[Dragon Chanting Golden Bell Cover Ninth Level:
1. Subtlety and complexity.

Throwing leaves and flying flowers can hurt people, and vegetation, bamboo and stone can also be used as blades.

2. Viscera are not bad
Even if he met a master with stronger internal skills, he still couldn't beat himself to internal injuries.

3. The magic soldier is hard to hurt.

The magic weapon can only cut the skin without damaging the muscle.

weakness:
1. One-inch cover door.

After being stabbed in the only inch and a half of the door, it is very easy to die. 】

in a moment.

Yang Guo finished adding points, and at the same time stepped into the innate realm.

A blooming lead flower slowly emerged at Yang Guo's Guanyuan acupoint.

Yang Guo's eyes suddenly regained his vision, and surging blood flowed all over his body.

The physical body steps into the innate.

One meal can eat ten cows, one sleep can sleep for half a month, but one month can go without sleep or food.

It is also possible to keep energy, carry strength, increase life expectancy by fifty years, and keep beauty forever.

Such is the innate body.

Sensing the bursts of fresh air coming from Yang Guo's body, Xiao Longnu's clear eyes showed joy.

"After a while, you broke through the innate."

Yang Guo smiled and nodded, "Guo'er will take aunt out of here first, and then go rescue Cheng Ying and the others."

As soon as the words fell, Yang Guo broke off the branches and leaves of the trees under his feet, and flew out.

Immediately, an afterimage came out of his body and landed on the flying leaf.

Repeat this until you leave the lake.

"Auntie, wait for a while."

"Be careful."

"got it."

Yang Guo replied loudly, he pulled out a few big trees and threw them into the lake.

It is to repeat the old trick.

In this way, all the disciples of the Yujian Lan clan saw a white-haired young man with torch-like eyes, lightning-like figure, and a faint golden radiance all over his body, like a god-man.

"This person's actions are astonishing. Could it be the senior of Jindanqi?"

"No, why don't the seniors in the Jindan stage know how to fly with a sword?"

"What is that? Is it the martial arts of mortals?"

"Be cautious in your words and actions."

"Eldest son."

"Eldest son."

……

A handsome and elegant young man in white stood on the flying sword, interrupting everyone's discussion.

Lan Xichen thought for a while, and then said, "This beast is so fierce, it's not up to me to deal with it. First save the person, and we'll talk about the rest later."

All the disciples of the Lan family lowered their heads and replied in unison: "Yes."

Lan Xichen looked at the crowd, and then at Yang Guo who was in the center of Biling Lake.

With a thought, Yu Jian flew over.

Yang Guo frowned at this time, looked at Guo Fu who was in a state of confusion, and said in a deep voice, "Don't cry, you won't die."

What Yang Guo answered was a whimper.

"This fellow Taoist, hand this girl over to me, and I will take her out of danger."

Yang Guo looked sideways, his phoenix eyes were slightly closed, thoughts flashed through his eyes, and he said solemnly: "Then leave it to the eldest son of the Lan family."

After handing Guo Fu to Lan Xichen, Yang Guo took a deep breath, and a jade-red bitter sword emerged from his palm, and he fled into the water.

Seeing this, Lan Xichen was slightly taken aback, shook his head, and flew to the shore with Guo Fu.

At this time, under Biling Lake.

Black hair like water plants spread all over the bottom of the lake, swaying and rippling with the current.

It adds a touch of eerie feeling to the already quiet bottom of the lake.

Standing at the bottom of the lake, Cheng Ying's pretty face was flushed, her feet were entangled in circles of hair, and she was waving the jade flute feebly in her hand, she couldn't breathe anymore.

And Yang Guo suddenly appeared behind her, with a surge of internal energy, he shaved off those living hairs.

Then grab her by the shoulders and lead her upstream.

From time to time, some black hair wanted to be torn off by the two of them, but the cold-faced Yang Guo directly chopped it into pieces with his sword.

If it wasn't for being unable to breathe underwater, Yang Guo would have thought of staying.

Hack that Shui Xingyuan to death.

Of course, this is just a delusion, this Shui Xingyuan can be regarded as a natural earth-bound spirit to some extent.

If you don't drain the water in this place, it's just killing it on a physical level, and you can't kill it.

As soon as Yang Guo and the two came out of the water, Cheng Ying breathed heavily.

It's just that at this time, the green shirt was tightly attached to her delicate body, revealing a somewhat exquisite figure.

Cheng Ying blushed, mobilized her internal energy silently, and dried the clothes.

Yang Guo was about to take her ashore, when out of the corner of his eye, he saw a person torn from the sky by his fine black hair.

"rise!"

Yang Guo let out a low shout, stepped out a zhang-sized splash, first cut off the hair, then grabbed the man by the collar and fled.

"Don't panic."

Walking on waves, if the speed is fast, Yang Guo can do it.

But if he stood still on the surface of the lake, Yang Guo still couldn't do it now.

Yang Guo, one in each hand, quickly ran across the lake.

Every time he took a step, there would be a splash of water that was ten feet wide, and the momentum was frighteningly tight.

"Senior, why don't you use the sword?"

Suddenly there was a voice with a bit of a frivolous smile.

Yang Guo frowned, looked down, the one who made the sound was the one he just rescued.

This person was dressed in black, with a peach blossom face, plump and handsome, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, as if he was about to laugh out loud in the next second.

After Yang Guo saw a piece of driftwood in front of him, he suddenly smiled,

"Senior, why are you laughing?" Wei Wuxian asked puzzled.

Yang Guo didn't answer, he just let go of his hand after landing on the driftwood.

Immediately, Wei Wuxian took a sip of lake water.

Seeing this, Yang Guo nodded, very satisfied, and thought: "Why don't you Yujian, this is a good question, don't ask it next time." '

At this moment, Yang Guo did not wait for Wei Wuxian to be fished out.

A bony hand appeared, grabbed Wei Wuxian by the collar, and dragged him out of the water.

Then it stuck to the water surface and flew towards the shore at low altitude.

"Cough...cough...Why is Lan Zhan you, that senior just now?"

"I don't know."

"Lan Zhan, can you say two more words?"

"can."

"Then tell me."

"Do not want to."

"Then can you stop pulling my collar? Well, it hurts me."

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