Waste wood knows everything

Siran felt that he had really worked hard to control his facial expressions.

No way, he really wanted to be serious, but he really gave too much spiritual power.

Didn't he get so excited that the pages of the book were rolled up without seeing the treasure book? In contrast, his behavior of just laughing in his heart but not laughing out loud already respects the villain a lot.

In front of him, Yin Xian was obviously stunned for a moment, as if doubting his own ears: "What did you say?"

Siran coughed twice, and restrained his expression: "It's nothing, you heard wrong, really."

After all, he stretched out a hand to rub his face, there was no other way, he held back his laughter so much that his face was a little stiff.

While rubbing his face, Siran looked intoxicated at the temporary endorsement column in front of him that was forcibly divided by the four corners of the treasure book. On the upper left was a domineering fire spell, and on the lower right was a peerless bow that looked very powerful. Time doesn't know which one to watch first, my heart is really sweet and troubled.

For a while, I really couldn't control my expression, and laughed out loud: "Hehehe..."

Yin Xian: "..."

Yin Xian looked even more confused.

In this case, it wasn't even anger that aroused him for the first time, but a subtle displeasure similar to "this person is really scared, isn't it? Torturing is no fun" .

This kind of displeasure became even more obvious when facing Shang Siran's happy face that didn't show a trace of panic.

And the worried crowd below were even more alarmed by Siran's amazing smile, and their minds were filled with thoughts like "It's over, it's over, this Yin title is really a heinous crime, a good child would I was scared stupid by him like this.” Such thoughts.

Only Qi Feng and Yun Mo, who knew something about Siran's special features, had some guesses in their hearts, and reluctantly let go of their worries, but the hidden anger in their eyes did intensify.

It was Qi Feng who ignited the fire, Yun Mo's whole body was like an ice cube, his pair of eyes that didn't show much emotion were like the cold wind blowing in the twelfth lunar month of March and September. .

Qi Feng glanced at him, and said in a forced voice with spiritual power: "Siran, there should be a solution, don't worry."

Yun Mo closed his eyes slightly, and it took him a long time to reply: "Yes."

In mid-air, after Siran couldn't help but laugh and failed, the whole person stood very quietly holding the bow and sticking to the edge of the barrier, just like the last 10 minutes of the exam, reciting the knowledge in front of him like a race against time, and his head hurt a little for a while.

Siran sighed, and complained to Baoshu: "No way, I can't remember it in my head for a while, and I still have to take a jade slip to burn it."

Baoshu: [Do you have any blank jade slips? 】

Siran glanced at the storage bag: "There is one, and it was left over from the last time I wrote the script."

Treasure Book: 【Then hurry up and engrave those that are obscure and difficult to pronounce first. Hey, this seventh-level swordsmanship is quite good. Although your ability to comprehend swordsmanship is worrying, it is not bad to sell it out. 】

Siran's eyes finally moved away from the text for a moment, and gave it to Yin Xian for a moment: "This...isn't so good, the enemy is still watching, and I am burning a jade slip in my hand. What if ... What if the jade slip is broken for a while, there is only one jade slip!"

Baoshu was angry: [So, is that Yin title still going to be hit or not? 】

Siran really went to ask.

With a face full of innocence and joy that couldn't be concealed, he glanced at his tender eyes and asked softly, "Are you still beating?"

Yin Xian: "..."

It's hard for Yin Xian to describe his current fucking mood.

He took a few deep breaths, the anger and aggrievedness in his heart was like a flame meeting dry grass, and it flew several feet high with a swish, and when he moved his ten fingers, the spiritual energy soared, and the silk thread wrapped around his ten fingers actually emitted a little bit. The blood-red rays of light struck like overwhelming——

Siran slightly opened his eyes wide.

In his field of vision, it was like a scene full of high-tech in a movie. Every silk thread that appears and disappears is circled by a blue border, and a bright red mark is marked in the silk thread network all over the sky. Point, a line of explanation extended from above, with small characters beside it marked: Hit this!

Nice simple tip.

Siran thought that he would be more or less nervous, after all, this was the first real battle in the world of comprehension.

But it may be that Baoshu is full of "hit here!" "Stay away from here!" "This is the door of life, knock him!" The feel of the game.

Siran clenched his wooden novice simple bow with one hand, and the pure white spiritual power slowly condensed on it. He raised the longbow high and slammed down on the red marked point——

The spiritual power of the two sides collided fiercely, and the white spiritual power was like a broken bamboo. The spiritual power that Yin Jian used to maintain the silk thread was instantly defeated, and the spiritual power poured back. A mouthful of blood spurted out!

The resentful expression on his face hadn't had time to calm down, but it was also mixed with a strong disbelief, which looked extraordinarily weird.

A little bit of blood dripped down the corner of his mouth, Yin Jian wiped it casually, and said gloomyly: "You can actually break through my spell? I underestimated you—"

Before he finished speaking, another red warning sign appeared in front of Siran's eyes. He stepped forward with his bow in his hand and tapped it, directly interrupting Yin Xian's preparation.

"Speak as you speak, don't make small moves," Siran waved his bow, feeling that the bow is quite easy to use, "What did you say before? You want to crush me? Come on, let's see if you I'm crushed and your ashes are gone, or I'll throw your ashes away."

After all, he added a particularly mocking smile.

Yin Xian's half-condensed technique was interrupted, and the spiritual power in his body rushed wildly. He held his chest and spat blood again, his eyes were red, as if he had been aroused fiercely, and he didn't hesitate to torture him a little bit Suddenly, the ten fingers were bent into claws, and they came straight to the door with Youlan's spiritual power!

He wants the little bastard to die!

However, Si Ran just tilted his head slightly, swung the bow in his hand horizontally, and drew a long line of pure white spiritual power, like a sharp blade, smashing all the attacks into pieces!

After repelling Yin Xian, he took three or two steps forward and knocked down Yin Xian's face with a bow: "This bow is for the flowers and plants destroyed by the thunder robbery of Jianzong!"

Yin Xian was hit in the face, his whole mind was stunned, blood was all over his face in an instant.

He frantically pulled the silk thread wrapped around his finger, merging the blood into it, full of blood red ominous color: "You—"

"You what you!" Siran directly interrupted his attempt at the blood sacrifice technique, and knocked down on the skull with another bow, trying to knock the man's brain back to normal, "This bow, for the innocent Those little white birds who gained so much weight!"

Yin Xian: "..."

Yin Xian was going crazy.

Why?Why is this person so familiar with the life gate and breaking point of each of his spells! ?It is clearly written in the investigation that it is just a waste of five spirit roots!A waste who didn't know what kind of shit luck he had to advance to Foundation Establishment!Why on earth-

However, the performance that belongs to Siran's bow and knock on people is still going on.

This person Yin Xian is really resistant to beatings, of course there is also the reason why Siran didn't kill him. In short, he unilaterally swung his longbow and beat him for a long time. Going into battle, there is only one thought in mind - to die suddenly!

Below, a group of disciples and elders who watched with concern were gradually plunged into various complex emotions, mainly dull.

On the one hand, I feel lucky and enthusiastic about Si Ran's shocking reversal of Yin Xun's fight, especially the phrase "little white bird for gaining weight", which made countless disciples empathize.

God knows, some little white birds have already become so fat that it is difficult to fly!

On the other hand, this seemingly extraordinarily powerful and majestic "bow technique" of hitting people's skulls with a longbow made many people very curious.

"This—" Yun Xin subconsciously wanted to touch his beard, only to realize that he had lost his beard, so he touched his face rather lonely, turned his head and asked in surprise, "Mo'er, is this a new type of... Melee bow?"

Yun Mo at the side: "..."

No, maybe it's just because the normal bow method is not accurate.

But he still said: "I don't know, maybe Siran figured it out by himself."

Yun Xinzhi nodded with great satisfaction: "Young people are awesome!"

Throughout the realm of comprehension, people who can form their own school are all very lucky, not to mention that the method of swinging the bow looks majestic, and it can break through the high-level magic technique of Yin title with one move, which is extremely extraordinary.

Yun Xinzhi is the spiritual root of the fire element, and his swordsmanship tends to open and close. He obviously appreciates this kind of violent aesthetics.

In mid-air, Siran swung his newcomer small wooden bow and knocked ten times in a row. The junior wooden bow made a cracking sound and was smashed into pieces by the surging spiritual power.

Si Ran frowned, let go of his hand, and sawdust fell all over the ground.

Taking advantage of this gap, Yin Xian, who was unilaterally pressed on the ground and beaten, was overjoyed. He didn't care about mocking Siran for taking such a broken weapon. Waving his hand was an extremely cruel blood-melting technique. The eyes stabbed fiercely——

Everyone watching on the ground was startled, Liu Sirui blurted out: "Be careful!"

Seeing that Siran backhanded, he took out a huge and strangely shaped thing from the storage bag, put Yin Lian's claws on it, and swung him out again.

He let out a soft breath, and shook the big solid wood rocking chair in his hand. The legs of the chair were shortened, which was touched by Yin just now.

The crowd watching on the ground: "..."

Are they out of date?

It's all popular now...is it based on life?

No matter how surprised Yun Xinzhi was, he felt something was wrong: "What is this... a new type of weapon?"

Yun Mo: "..."

It's just an ordinary rocking chair.

He seemed to be... still sitting up.

Inside the enchantment, Yin Xian, who was kicked away by something, climbed up with difficulty, and saw the big rocking chair with a strong sense of presence at a glance.

Yin Xian: "..."

The heart was stuffy, and the internal injury was instantly serious.

Baoshu couldn't bear to look directly at him: [Why did you come out with a rocking chair! 】

Siran felt that the chair was quite handy: "Otherwise? The bow is already the last weapon in my storage bag, okay? There are only three beds, two bookshelves, a table and a pile of stools. You want me to use the bed Or swing the table?"

Baoshu: [...you should swing the stool. 】

Unfortunately, the stock of this stool and rocking chair is also limited.

These are all ordinary furniture. Even if you are a little more arrogant, you bought special wood, which is not as strong as regular weapons. The stools and chairs were shattered by the impact of spiritual power, until the last Xiaoyuan The stool turned into fly ash.

Siran had to think about... whether to take the bed out and shake it.

The ink sword next to him couldn't stand it anymore, and flew straight over condescendingly, swishing across in front of Si Ran, and the hilt of the sword squeezed straight into his palm.

Siran: "..."

The whole body of this ink sword is cold, and so is the hilt, which is as cold as jade.

However, Siran felt as if he had taken a hot potato, and hurriedly let go of his hand, but in the next second, the sword came over again, with the eagerness of "use me quickly" written all over his body.

Siran tries not to look at Yunmo.

There is a lesson to be learned from the world, the sword strikes first.

Siran clenched the hilt of the sword with a particularly guilty conscience, but the feeling in his heart was extremely strange.

The ink sword is Yun Mo's natal spirit sword. He is dressed in black and holds an ink sword. The scene of practicing sword on Linguan Peak is almost a wonderful picture scroll, but now the sword is in his hands, but he swordsmanship—

Baoshu issued a sincere question: [Do you have sword skills? 】

Siran replied: "Why not? I still have stool and chair skills!"

He raised his long sword and swung it at Yin Xian's new round of attacks.

The feel of the long sword is completely different from that of bows, chairs, and stools. After swiping it a few times, it felt wrong, so I changed the method. It happened that the tip of the sword looked sharp. The red dot is a mad poke.

The effect of this poke is also excellent.

Whenever the sword cultivators below saw this method of using the sword, they were all in a daze.

Liu Sirui stared at it for a long time, felt that this movement was too familiar, and murmured: "Isn't this the same as when I went to the beach to practice, those fishermen used to spear fish?"

Xie Rongqing also suddenly realized: "So Siran still learned the fork method?"

Yun Mo: "..."

I don't know whether to cross or not, but Yin Xian is really about to die. On the one hand, he is angry, and on the other hand, he is beaten.

The power of the ink sword is that a small wooden bow is incomparable with a stool and chair. Although this ink sword is the most compatible with the spiritual power of the Yunmo gold system, Siran, as the spiritual root of the five elements, already includes all the spiritual power Attributes are also extremely smooth to use.

The pure black sword lingered with crystal-clear spiritual power like snowflakes. With one swing of the sword... the sword was sharp, and Yin Jian was no longer invincible. He flew upside down weakly and lay weakly on the ground. He coughed up blood repeatedly.

Si Ran walked forward slowly, looked down at him, and before he could speak, Yin Lian laughed hoarsely: "I lost...you - I can't see through you - but I know, You have secrets, big secrets."

Siran held the ink sword, pointing down: "Is this what you want to say?"

"Hahahaha—cough, cough, cough!" A lot of blood foamed from the corner of his mouth, "Do you dare to kill someone? You haven't killed anyone, have you? Hahahaha, come on, kill me, let me be your forever A nightmare! Only by killing me will this enchantment dissipate, otherwise, it will exist forever, and you will never even think about going out—"

Surprised: "Really?"

Yin Xian was interrupted by the sudden joy on his face, and a bad feeling suddenly appeared in his heart.

But he saw Siran running a few steps away, happily holding a jade slip in his hand, and just entered it like no one else was there.

Yin Xian: "..."

Yin Xian felt that he was going crazy.

What is this man doing?Why did Yujian suddenly record?Shouldn't you be struggling in pain amid the killing?Wouldn't he be forever remembered for the first time his hands were bloodied?

The most important thing is - why does he look so happy! ?

Siran didn't know that Yin Xian was full of doubts about life, and finally had time to spend his spiritual power slowly. He held the jade slips with great excitement, his heart was beating, and he sorted out the precious books. Complicated techniques and martial arts were recorded.

This jade slip was originally bought for the purpose of publishing the script, and its capacity is not large, but it was quickly filled with the only jade slip.

He looked at the high-level knowledge waiting in line at the back, and was silent for a moment. He turned over a table from his storage bag, took out a stack of papers he had written in his storybook, and lay down on it. Just copied it.

Because the stool was swung before.

While copying, Siran felt that he really had the foresight. This jade slip was bought from the script, and this stack of paper was also bought from the script. To sum it up - Long live the script!

Yin Xian looked up to the sky and doubted his life, and the crowd below were stunned. Only Si Ran, who was in the spotlight, buried his head in writing madly, completely forgetting everything around him.

Yin Xian: "..."

There should be no wind in the enchantment, but Yin Xian felt that he seemed to be blown by the bleak autumn wind, and his whole body was extraordinarily bleak.

He braced his head and looked up, Si Ran was still lying on the table obsessed with copying, without giving him a look.

Yin Xian: "..."

tired.

A deep exhaustion surged in his heart, eroding his crazy will bit by bit, leaving only loneliness in the end, he coughed a few times in a hurry, twitched the corners of his mouth silently, raised his hand , struggled to make a formula.

Click.

After the extremely subtle sound, the disc in mid-air seemed to be overwhelmed, and shattered into countless pieces, flying in all directions, and the transparent barrier gradually disintegrated from the surroundings bit by bit.

The suddenly elevated spiritual power in the body fell back to the foundation building level of a normal little chicken in an instant, and the densely packed words in front of him suddenly disappeared.

Si Ran's copying hand froze, he looked at Yin Xian in disbelief, and complained angrily: "Didn't you say that this barrier will never be undone!?"

How long have you been rich?He hasn't felt enough yet!

Yin Xian finally saw the expression of surprise and anger on Siran's face.

But he wasn't happy at all.

not at all.

The barrier supporting the two of them below also began to crumble, starting from Yin Lian's side, and he fell straight down, exhausted of spiritual power in his body, and he couldn't even use a single air defense technique.

However, with the physique of a monk in the distraction period, he would not be able to die if he fell from this height.

Seeing that the barrier was about to be completely disintegrated, Siran quickly put away the table and the copied knowledge. Just after finishing all this, there was nothing under his feet, and he felt a sense of weightlessness.He still has spiritual power in his body, even if he hasn't practiced the air defense technique, he can't fly even if he wants to.

The feeling of weightlessness only lasted for a moment, and Mo Jian, who had been particularly bored since he started copying books, excitedly fished for Siran's waist, just like a kitten giving a gift to its master, carrying Siran straight towards Yunmo rushed over.

When it fell to a distance of three or four meters from the ground, the Mo Jian unreliably accelerated and stopped himself firmly in the new scabbard, and Tuliu, who hadn't reacted yet, slammed straight down— —

Yun Mo took a few steps forward, and hugged the small gift that fell in mid-air tightly in his arms.

Siran was not injured, but in the process of swinging the bow fiercely, the long hair tied up was still a little messy, coupled with his little face that was a little flustered because of the fall, and he lost the previous angry look, it was a bit Poor feeling.

Yun Mo felt the weight between the crooks of his lower arms, and it was indeed too light, as could be seen from Si Ran's slender figure.

He gently put the person in his arms down, looked at the shattered hair hanging in front of Siran's eyes, moved his hand slightly, and was about to brush the shattered hair away, but the person in front of him quickly stepped back three steps .

Yun Mo's half-raised hand was slightly stiff.

He was just about to say something, but Siran lowered his hands straight down and made a standard ninety-degree bow, and said sadly: "I'm sorry-I was wrong! I didn't mean it!"

Yun Mo: "...?"

"I...I admit, I took your sword...and used your sword," Si Ran said with a heavy face, but in this situation where the stolen goods were stolen, he still voluntarily surrendered and stated his crimes. "Although it's all the sword's first move... I don't mean to shirk responsibility, I will take responsibility!"

Yun Mo: "..."

The author has something to say: Mo Jian (sigh): I am heartbroken for this family.