Xuanhuan: So I am the ancestor of all weapons

"Actually, to tell you the truth, I have also thought about similar questions. The sky is big and the earth is big, and there are mountains beyond mountains. Has no one reached the legendary state of Baihui?"

After a pause, Diankong continued, "Of course there are! This world has existed forever, and it has been counted for 10 years, but where have they all gone?"

Hearing this, Ye Fan nodded again and again: "It seems that senior Diankong is indeed cultivated deeply. To be able to think about such a problem, he must reach a certain height. With my humble strength, I dare not even think about it in the realm of Baihui. , how can you consider the realm above Baihui?"

"Brother Ye is really humble. If it weren't for you, how could I have answered my questions over the years? However, since the world has opened its veil to us, what we will face in the future will be beyond imagination."

……

Yellow Sand Space, west of the Martial Arts Field.

In the huge martial arts arena, the east side was handed over to Diankong to train Ye Fan, while the west side was Duan Qianrong's territory.

The training never stopped.

Under the scorching sun, the boundless yellow sand is like a steamer, and the scene in the air has been slightly distorted. It is the thermal convection caused by the extremely high temperature heating the air.

In the martial arts arena, there have already been complaints.

"What is the unity of waist and horse? Didn't you eat?"

Duan Qianrong slammed the rushing red butterfly away, turned around and stamped Feng Shuiwu's head with a hammer.

Immediately afterwards, Hu Qingxue's whip kicked from behind again.

Duan Qianrong just moved a little bit, then dodged the swift and windy sneak attack, and fell backwards, his elbow dropped from the sky, hitting Hu Qingxue's forehead.

"Very well, your feint has bought me enough time."

In the distance, Hu Mo has been standing in the air, keeping calm, but the brush in his hand keeps writing, writing countless mysterious runes in the air.

That is his strongest way of painting - a book of magic moon!
"That's it, fall into an illusion!"

Hu Mo's long and narrow eagle eyes were full of light, and the spiritual weapon "Cloud Mo Danxin" drew the last stroke in the air.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed, and the sun and the moon rotated.

Duan Qianrong raised her eyebrows, and she was surprised to find that her vision had gradually blurred, and the surrounding scenes began to change.

The yellow sand and gongs and drums have long since disappeared, replaced by mountains, rivers and birds in the sky.

"I didn't expect there to be such a master of illusion among my group of students."

In just a moment, Duan Qianrong realized what had happened, the corners of her mouth curled up,

"Unfortunately, your opponent is me."

Without any pause, Duan Qianrong's body had already bent into an unimaginable angle, her back was bent backwards to the limit, and before her eyes, an invisible energy brushed across her hair.

She knew that it looked like an invisible force, but in fact, it should be the fist of a certain student, but in this vivid illusion, they couldn't detect their true faces.

Fighting on the battlefield for decades, Duan Qianrong has already developed an extraordinary intuition, which is fundamentally different from the spiritual consciousness of a practitioner. If the spiritual consciousness is the awareness of the mind, then the perception is the instinct of the body.

There is no need to realize what happened, Duan Qianrong's body has already reacted, which is why she, a person who has no achievements in defense, can survive to this day in the chaos of countless strong men.

Just dodging a blow, Duan Qianrong turned over, with a belt on his hip, a heavy leg, and slammed somewhere, there was a dull sound, and the real touch came from the heel.

"I don't know which unlucky person will suffer. In this illusion, I can't control my strength. I guess I will lie down for a year or so."

As soon as the words fell, a few birds flew by her side, chirping and chattering happily.

Without even thinking about it, Duan Qianrong slapped him across the face.

The clear and crisp voice sounded directly, and I don't know where it was captured.

Duan Qianrong smiled playfully: "Hmm, it feels good. I don't know which family's Shui Ling girl it is."

The little birds scattered and fled in all directions, with tears in their dark eyes.

Duan Qianrong smiled more cheerfully, but in her heart she thought to herself: In the illusion, I can't control my strength. If I continue to fight, I'm afraid everyone will not be able to attend class, and my teacher will face unemployment.

"It's better to make a quick decision and break this illusion first."

Thinking of this, Duan Qianrong's figure flickered for a while: "Generally speaking, when the two armies are facing each other, the caster of the illusion will be in this position."

Raise your hand, raise your elbow high, and lower it hard.

"what?"

The man's deep and fearful voice rang in his ears, and Duan Qianrong knew that he had guessed right.

boom!
There was a heavy sound at the elbow, a real touch.

Immediately afterwards, the mountains, rivers and rivers in front of him also collapsed at the moment when the blow landed, like the sky cover shattering.

"Ahhhhhh~" screams came and went, and along with the collapsed mountains and rivers, there were four more figures.

One is black and the other is white, one is petite, and the other still has charm.

It was Qingqiu brother and sister, Shuiwu mother and daughter.

Duan Qianrong shook his head contemptuously as he watched the people lying on the ground convulsively: "Your cultivation base is not bad, but the actual combat experience is really a mess. If you went to the battlefield, you would have died a hundred times, and it's up to you People with life, their cultivation base may be far weaker than yours."

However, in front of her, no one listened to her.

"Ouch~ my waist." Hu Qingxue held her back with both hands.

"My head is so dizzy." Feng Shuiwu held her swollen forehead.

"嘤嘤~my ass." Hongdie lay on the ground with her hands behind her back. Although her posture was indecent, she felt an inexplicable ecstasy.

Looking at the crowd in front of him, Duan Qianrong raised his forehead and sighed: "Forget it, maybe I was too hasty. This class of students is the worst class I have ever led."

……

On the other hand, Dian Kong's special session, of course, will not be idle.

Ye Fan seemed to have had his blood pumped.

Ever since he found an opportunity in the Hundred Thousand Mountains and successfully broke through, he has practiced almost day and night.

During the day, I find Diankong to practice with, and at night, I watch the memories of my previous life repeatedly, trying to understand the way of the sword god.

All of his Dao experience points have been devoted to inheriting the Dao of God, so that the practice of the Sword Dao is far away, not to mention the Dao of the Sword God, and even the Dao of the Sword of mortals has not made an inch of progress.

However, although comprehension has not improved by an inch, actual combat has advanced by leaps and bounds.

On the martial arts arena, Ye Fan's roar was full of energy.

"The Dao of Thunder—Rage Thunder, the Dao—Explosive Thunder, the Dao of Sword—Wang Jian!
Liangyi Leishui's finger amputation! "

After obtaining the Dao inheritance of Shiwan Shanze, Ye Fan immediately used it on the current strongest offensive method.

The two new offensive avenues nearly doubled the power of Ye Fan's fingering.

"Fast enough, ruthless enough, accurate enough!" Dian Kong repeatedly used the power of devouring to block, but now, his movements are no longer as calm as before.

Facing the more precise Ye Fan's attack, he obviously felt strenuous.

Of course Ye Fan could feel the changes in Diankong, and he was secretly delighted.