Comprehension Dragon Soul

During the year when Si Minglang went down the mountain, Mingxi showed unprecedented hard work on the grounds that he wanted to personally defeat the monk of Shengyue Mountain and get rid of the shame. The brothers and sisters on the mountain and down the mountain were all shocked by his diligence .And his outstanding talent has also been fully demonstrated. He has cultivated from the peak of the seventh level of Qi training to the Great Perfection of the Qi training period in one year-this kind of cultivation is enough to be ranked in the ordinary Ascension Fair that is going on outside. Into the top thirty.He is also one year younger than Si Minglang, and he had just turned eighteen before.

But this level is obviously far from enough to pose a threat to Ao Rui. Although Xiaolong lacks his own dragon ball, he can't use too much mana, so as not to be unable to support his body, but he is a dragon after all. A real dragon in the golden core realm.

As for Ming Xi, although he couldn't activate the true dragon blood passed down by his family, there was still a tiny bit of it.

Ao Rui didn't need to make a move at all, just released his Longwei, Ming Xi, who was originally slightly angry, was already crooked, unable to withstand such pressure, almost fell to the ground.

This is a contest on a different level at all, in every sense of the word.

Such a collision of auras caused considerable fluctuations in spiritual power. Those left behind or disciples who had been eliminated by the Ascending Immortal Society came out one after another to take a look when they heard the movement.They basically all know that Ao Rui is Si Minglang's spirit beast, and for the sake of the big brother, they also maintain a basic mutual respect with Ao Rui.

But this kind of goodwill can't be compared with Ming Xi's friendship with the same family for many years.Seeing Mingxi leaning against the door frame with a pale face, two young monks rushed forward to help Mingxi who was still recovering. Without Ao Rui's explanation, First tell Mingxi his identity.

Ao Rui was just getting up a little angry, watching them coming, he held back his aura, no matter how the disciples of the Shuizawa sect outside looked at him afterwards, the person who just approached to assist Mingxi, he was not without hostility in his eyes I see, but he doesn't really care about these people, and he only cares about things and not people. It's Mingxi who irritates him, not others.

Frowning slightly, Ao Rui said to Mingxi: "I thought breaking into someone's room without authorization was not a friendly signal."

A timid smile appeared on Mingxi's face, as if he had been greatly frightened before. After listening to other people's explanations, he seemed to have no complaints about Ao Rui appearing on the bed in Si Minglang's room. He said flatteringly, "I didn't know you were brother's spirit beast, so I was a little anxious at the moment." A little shyness appeared on his face: "When brother was practicing in the door, we It's always been close, and he doesn't mind me doing it."

What he said seemed to be weak, but in fact, there was a needle hidden in the cotton. Except for the spiritual beasts of monks who were raised for their own use when they were young, the spiritual beasts bought when they grew to half-grown, and even the ones that were subdued in the mountains and fields Spirit beasts don't really like others to mention their identity as spirit beasts, especially those that can transform into forms with their own power, so they care more about this aspect.

The most typical one is the Zhenpai spirit beast of Pule Temple—the rhinoceros lion and camel beast. The ancestor was a spirit beast left by a monk who ascended 3000 years ago. He killed a monk with his palm, just because that person dared to mention his identity as a spirit beast in front of him.Such a rebellious and powerful person is willing to stay in Pule Temple all the time, it is amazing to think about it.

In Mingxi's two sentences, he first poked at the identity of a spirit beast that Ao Rui might care about, and then showed his tolerance and concession-my senior brother doesn't mind, what do you mind, a spirit beast?But in the eyes of everyone, he is still the weak one, while Xiaolong is aggressive.Seeing that Xiaolong just looked at him with a frown, but didn't say a word, Ming Xi even took the initiative to start a conversation with him: "My name is Ming Xi, I grew up with my brother, and I'm his best friend. He should have mentioned it to you. Me?"

Ao Rui shook his head honestly: "No, it's the first time I've heard your name." Xiaolong is not completely ignorant of the world, and he has a good heart. He is willing to take action against these mortals who are like ants in the eyes of other dragons. Help, but the male cultivator in front of him is not included among these low-ranking cultivators. Looking at him makes me feel very uncomfortable.Moreover, he had never heard of Mingxi from Si Minglang. Apart from Yin Mochen, Si Minglang hated Mingxi most. How could it be possible to bring it up.

But Ao Rui's truth, in the eyes of others, just doesn't know what's good or bad.Eldest brother doted on Mingxi so much before, and even met the monks from Shengyue Mountain because of Mingxi. Who doesn't know that they have such a good relationship?It must be that this little spirit beast lied, in order to make Mingxi look bad on purpose. I didn't expect this spirit beast to look so innocent, but its mind is so small-it has prejudice against a person. No matter what he does, these people They all look at him from a dark perspective.

Mingxi just smiled awkwardly, waved his hand to signal the brothers around him not to stand up for him, and introduced himself to Ao Rui with a smile, then went to the reserved room with his long-lost friends with a gentle face Reminiscing about his new room.

I don't know why, but Ao Rui felt that after rushing to open the door, Ming Xi who asked him why he stayed on Si Minglang's bed with a straight face was far more real than the Ming Xi who smiled softly and harmlessly now.

Forget about these uninvited guests, Ao Rui went back to the bed and took out the Yulong Sword, and in the room, circled around the table with the tea set in the middle, trying to make his movements as smooth and precise as possible without touching Seeing any objects around him, he seized the opportunity to practice his sword.

As for Mingxi, he also has business to do.After putting down the luggage in his room, he took the opportunity of changing clothes in the room and wrote a note in a concise and concise manner, confirming that the spirit beast newly received by Si Minglang contained the blood of the dragon clan, but he was still underage, so he rolled up the note. Since then, by the time the other friends arrived, he had already burned the message talisman paper, leaving no trace of it.

The person waiting for the news at the other end looked at the talisman paper worth ten middle-grade spirit stones in front of him. After the message was displayed, it also burst into flames. There was no expression, just a few light taps on the table with his fingers, and the plan to use the Yulong Sword to test Si Minglang was dismissed from his heart, so he could only think of other ways.

Before Ao Rui faced the cold face of the young monk of Shuizemen, Si Minglang was facing the first monk he saw in the small world, who was also his current opponent.They met in a vast desert where not a single blade of grass grew, and the battle between them was imminent.

Under the influence of the jade slips on the magic circle, they couldn't see each other's appearance. They were wrapped in a large black cloak outside their robes, and they didn't know each other's number. Even their voices were hoarse, and they couldn't tell the gender Come - in order to avoid cheating on both sides to the greatest extent.

At this stage, the monks at the golden core stage who want to accept a disciple for themselves have almost all turned on the water mirror technique that can view the world. The ten images of the water mirror technique may dazzle the low-level monks. I don't know where to look better, but for these golden core practitioners with strong spiritual consciousness, it doesn't seem to take much effort.

Soon, these monks each distinguished their own priorities.Among the ten couples of monks, some of them played fiercely and beautifully against their opponents, and there were also those with a huge gap between the two sides, and the battle was almost one-sided. In short, each of them has their own style and way of coping, which seems much more interesting than fighting outside during the Qi training period. .

The opponent Si Minglang met showed his true identity within a few moves. It was because the unique technique of Guangxuanmen was too obvious—it was so disgusting.The disciples of Guangxuan sect like to look at astrology and count the most, and they have produced several professional mathematicians. They can be regarded as writings on arithmetic, and they are also well-known among ordinary people.

The technique of this sect is just one word, that is calculation, they can calculate the speed of the monk's shot, through the fluctuation of the monk's mana, estimate how much mana he has left, and calculate the consumption of mana by his technique... In short, in these Guangxuanmen In the eyes of the disciples, fighting is calculation, and those who have cultivated to the level of Dacheng can completely predict the moves of opponents of the same level, and achieve the greatest victory with the smallest cost.

Think about it, every move is pre-judged by the opponent, and the preparations are well prepared. When fighting against them, even though they have a higher level of cultivation, they still can't stretch their hands and feet as if they are stuck in a quagmire, and their movements are sluggish... It's very disturbing to think about.

Si Minglang's opponent's cultivation base can also be considered profound. Judging from the way he was talking about it when he was first convened by the Ascension of Immortals, he must also be very researched in calculations.When fighting, it's like facing a huge piece of half-melted brown sugar, there is no room for a hearty fight.

Moreover, Si Minglang, who is extremely talented in seeing through illusions and other spells aimed at the soul, can still feel the small traps hidden in the opponent's counterattack spells. This small spell with extremely weak fluctuations seems to be fixed in the On top of the opponent's pen-shaped magic weapon, it popped out from time to time.The effect of this spell is to disturb the mind and make the mind more disturbed.

This may be a supplementary method researched by Guangxuanmen because the low-level disciples' skills are not deep enough, but facing Si Minglang, who has the blood of Dragon Ball, this little insignificant magic, after being noticed by Si Minglang, carefully observe , It was as obvious as the sun in the sky, but it became a basis for Si Minglang to predict the opponent's actions.

There is no way to win by purely seeing each other's tricks, and you still have to fight back.When the opponent mobilized his magic power to fight back, he would naturally activate the small spells of the magic weapon in his hand. After Si Minglang discovered this, he didn't make use of it to make a big fuss from the beginning.Instead, wait until the opponent thinks they have the chance to win and are about to strike hard.

With a dignified wave of the opponent's pen tip, a huge gossip plate rushed towards Si Minglang, but Si Minglang changed his position without warning. This was under the opponent's prediction, and the attack turned in mid-air without hesitation. , and rushed straight to Si Minglang's landing point...

Si Minglang's control over his body had been suppressed and he hadn't shown it before. He twisted his body in the mid-air that was falling rapidly, and threw the Yulong Sword in his hand towards the opponent's place, grabbing him before his old Ligang. Go, when the new power was not born, a sword was slashed on the pen-shaped magic weapon in the hand of the Guangxuan disciple.

The spell that had been brewing for a long time suddenly dispersed, and the mana was scattered like a tide.The man felt a blur in front of his eyes, and before he could take back the control of his mana, he felt a chill in his throat, facing a pair of strange and bright eyes——then he heard the other party say coldly: "You lost."

The author has something to say: Make up for last night's update~ There are two more chapters to come, the author will go to the code~(≧▽≦)/~