Fantastic Fantasy: The Daughter of Cloud Raising Luck at the Opening

"Good job."

When Wei Zi'an was in a daze, Bai Yi brought Xia Emei to the ground.

Seeing that Wei Zi'an was panting heavily, and his whole body was in a mess.

Bai Yi frowned slightly, and reached out to touch Wei Zian's back.

Immediately, Wei Zian's pale face flushed a lot.

"Yeah, are you hurt?"

Xia Emei's pretty face was full of worry, and she reached out to hold Wei Zi'an's bloody arm.

Just when Wei Zi'an killed Lu Wen, the latter did not sit still, and the long knife in his hand burst into a bright light.

Wei Zi'an's eyes hurt from the strong light, like being pricked by needles.

When he opened his eyes again, Lu Wen was already dead.

His saber burst open, and the strong saber intent devastated his arm.

If he hadn't chosen to extract the aura again at a critical moment, half of his arm would have been useless by now.

"fine."

Wei Zi'an gritted his teeth and showed a bright smile.

"He said it was all right, it was bleeding."

Xia Emei felt a little distressed.

This is all for myself.

If he didn't come here to participate in some hellish trials, Wei Zian wouldn't come here, and naturally he wouldn't be injured.

Thinking of this, Xia Emei blamed herself for a while.

"Brother..."

Xia Emei turned her head to look at Bai Yi for help.

"fine."

Bai Yi glanced at it, and a sword aura popped out from his fingers.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Bai."

The sword energy entered the body, as if drinking a sip of strong wine.

The heat flows from top to bottom, the meridians are relieved, and the whole body is comfortable.

"Your sword spirit is good."

Bai Yi hid next to Lu Wen's body, and pressed the scabbard against the latter's neck. There was a bloody wound on it, which had already formed a scar.

Lu Wen was already dead, and what Bai Yi was observing was the remaining sword energy on the wound.

"Have you ever learned swords?"

Hearing this, Wei Zian was stunned.

He has practiced the Three-day Sword by himself, but until now he has not been able to comprehend the last move of that sword move, Jinghong.

Thinking of this, Wei Zian raised his hand and looked at Jinghong who was as clean as jade and spotless.

Even if Lu Wen was killed, the sword body was clean without any trace of blood.

Let's not talk about it, it's a bit embarrassing.

Wei Zian shook his head, "I haven't learned it, but I have practiced swords in private."

Bai Yi's eyes lit up, and he continued to ask: "How many years have you practiced swordsmanship?"

"Less than half a year."

Wei Zian thought for a while, and replied truthfully.

Genius!
This is a true genius!
Bai Yi was extremely excited.

If taught properly, the first level is likely to be the leader of the next generation of sword gods.

"Good qualifications, don't be proud."

Bai Yi's face was calm, "It took me five months to realize the first ray of sword energy."

"You are already very good, just a little worse than me."

Bai Yi encouraged: "If you cultivate your sword energy well, your achievements in the future will never be inferior to mine."

After speaking, Bai Yi turned around.

The corners of the mouth rose slightly, and the excitement in my heart couldn't be suppressed.

In order to prevent Wei Zian from being too arrogant, he fully shortened the time he had to comprehend the sword intent from one year to five months.

In this way, it should be enough for Wei Zi'an to recognize himself clearly, and then get down to earth.

Looking at Bai Yi who turned away, Wei Zi'an had a strange expression.

It was said that it was less than half a year, but in fact it was only two months.

Is my talent so good?
Wei Zi'an was stunned for a while.

Presumably, in order to encourage myself, the senior brother deliberately said the time is very close to himself.

During these few days, Wei Zian also clearly realized what a legendary figure Bai Yi is.

Proper son of plane.

Senior brother Bai Yi has a heart.

Wei Zi'an secretly made up his mind that he must not let down Senior Brother Bai's good intentions.

"No, it's all right."

Xia Emei smiled and clapped her hands.

"Ingenuity."

Looking at the "bow tie" that was barely tied together when his arms were squeezed into knots, Wei Zi'an's mouth twitched, and he praised against his conscience.

"Nothing."

Xia Emei's cheeks were slightly red.

He stretched out his hand to help Wei Zi'an up from the ground.

"sword."

Wei Zian stretched out his hand and pointed, Jinghong seemed to have heard his intentions, and flew into the scabbard automatically.

"Have you ever read a book?"

Bai Yi's eyes widened, and he asked in disbelief.

The reading here naturally refers to the disciples of the academy.

"No."

Wei Zian smiled and said: "I just met Mr. Qi by chance, and I felt something, so I tried to steal my teacher."

"And then you learned it?"

Bai Yi blinked.

"not good at."

Speaking of this, Wei Zian was a little annoyed.

"I have never been able to use it proficiently."

If you can use it proficiently, the disciples of the academy might as well hit it to death.

What books do you still read, what road do you travel?

The corner of Bai Yi's mouth twitched slightly, he was really shocked by this seemingly ordinary Wei Zian today.

It turns out that the physique of waste tires can become so strong?
"Let's go!"

Bai Yi walked in front, Xia Emei supported Wei Zi'an and followed behind.

In fact, relying on Wei Zi'an's physique, he has now recovered to a seven or eighty-eight degree.

It's just that the soft touch from the arm is so comfortable, and I'm intoxicated by it accidentally.

"How did you learn the technique of spreading rain?"

Bai Yi hesitated for a long time, but couldn't help asking.

"Learned from the Buddhist scripture pavilion in the family."

Wei Zi'an explained with some embarrassment: "Actually, this technique was originally a buff technique, and the rain was second, but I don't know why, when it came to me, the rain became the first priority. As for the buff effect, I haven't had it once. Succeeded."

"Fool."

The corners of Xia Emei's mouth raised, and she couldn't help saying.

"It's really stupid."

Bai Yi said along the way.

He really didn't know what to say.

Does it mean that Wei Zi'an's luck is bad and he can't use the correct technique all the time, or is it that his luck is so good that he comprehended such a magical supernatural power by accident.

Yes, this can already be called supernatural powers.

Can ignore the time, ignore the low point of the rain?

Although Bai Yi has not seen the difference between this supernatural power and the ordinary rain-begging technique.

"Brother Bai, who shall we kill tomorrow?"

Wei Zian said with some expectation.

Although the game against Lu Wen was extremely dangerous, he was still too weak.

But even so, Wei Zian felt that he had learned a lot from it.

"Are you still addicted to killing?"

Bai Yi couldn't help but laugh.

"Tomorrow you can recover from your injuries. By the way, why don't you ask what you are doing today?"

Wei Zi'an had a bitter face: "I'm afraid I can't do it today, my muscles and bones are dislocated, and my whole body is sore."

"And the sea of ​​Qi is empty, and it will take a certain amount of time to recover."

"yes."

Bai Yi turned his head and took a deep look.

He could see clearly.

During the battle, this kid's air sea was empty several times, but it was filled in no time.

"Let me teach you how to practice the sword."

Wei Zi'an was taken aback when he heard the words, but was immediately overjoyed.

"Okay!"