The Legend Of Shen Gongbao

Standing at different heights, and destined to have different visions, Yu Duxiu was a human being for two generations, and he couldn't guess what his mind was. The only thing he could do was to settle down with the situation.

Bixiu Peak really has the same name as his. Even in the autumn when the flowers are deadly, this mountain is always there in spring, the four seasons are green and the scenery is pleasant.

"The head teacher has passed the communication with Bi Xiufeng’s deacon. You live here at Bi Xiufeng at will, until the three-year assessment day, after you apprentice the teacher, decide to stay. If you don’t have your permission, the people of Bi Xiufeng The disciple will not step into the place of your practice for half a step," the boy said with a serious expression.

Yu Duxiu nodded and took a deep breath: "The scenery is beautiful, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, but it's too calm, not washed away by wind and rain."

Yu Duxiu thought of Liwei in her heart. As she came into contact with everyone, she became more aware of the importance of strength. Sometimes strength alone is not enough, and he needs to show it.

After speaking, he saw that Yu Duxiu pinched the tactics in his hand, the brilliance of the whip flashed in the dantian, and Yu Duxiu's finger pointed to the sky: "The wind rises."

A gust of wind surged, flying sand and rocks, lowering the vegetation and lowering the entire Bixiu Peak by three feet out of thin air.

In Bixiu Peak, the disciples were unstable and swayed from side to side in the strong wind.

In a certain hall, an old man smiled softly: "This little guy can be considered a little scheming. He knows the term "slaying mawei". This is giving me the bixiufeng monk."

Although the old man said so, he didn't cast a spell to stop the wind. Instead, he smiled and watched: "This is so arrogant, it depends on your strength."

In Bixiufeng Square, all the disciples who were listening to the sermon were awakened, and the sound of the sermon was blown away by the wind.

The monk sitting on the high platform was silent about the wind, all winds were nearly three feet away, and they disappeared automatically.

A disciple stood up with a blushing face and shouted: "That's making trouble in Bixiu Peak."

Talking. But seeing this disciple freeze in the strong wind, he took out a piece of talisman paper and threw it in the air: "Firm".

This fixed wind talisman only stopped the squally wind that was more than ten meters in radius, and the gust of wind remained ten meters away.

The disciple was blushing and defeated: "I'm not good at making wind and rain. That fellow brother is good at venting the rain, please take action to stop this rampant trend."

"I'm coming" but saw a disciple walking out with a hair crown. This disciple held a small flag in his hand, and the flag grew long in the wind, hunting in the strong wind: "The wind stops."

The wind remained the same, and the only response to the disciple was the fierce wind.

At the foot of the mountain, Yu Duxiu naturally sensed that someone was fighting with him, a scornful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the next moment he stretched out a second finger: "clouds, mists."

Three or two breaths. The cloud covered the entire Bixiu Peak. Bixiu Peak was one of the main peaks in the Taiping Road. A slight movement would attract people's attention. At this time, the fighting technique revealed such a movement, and all the elders and monsters were awakened and cast their eyes here.

The disciple holding the flag turned red, constantly shaking the hunting flag: "The wind stops the fog and the wind stops the fog."

At the foot of the mountain, Yu Duxiu's fingers popped a wind blade, and the wind blade turned into a tornado. Blowing to the top of the mountain, the flag was instantly swept away by the whirlwind.

"My flag. My flag." The disciple was shocked, and hurriedly chased in the direction of the flag.

"I'm coming." A solemn disciple stood up with a solemn expression, and threw a seed out in his hand. The seed grows in the wind, and it has grown several hundred meters in the breath, passing through the mountain and reaching into the sky.

"The tree attracts the wind, and set the wind for me." The disciple pinched the magic formula in his hand, and the big branch shook. There was a gust of wind, and I wanted to disturb the gust of Yu Duxiu. At the same time, the big tree kept absorbing the mist in the air, trying to absorb the cloud dry.

"Wishful thinking" Yu Duxiu was expressionless. His eyes turned cold: "Teach you a lesson."

"Turning wind into blade" Yu Duxiu slowly uttered a few words.

Under a single order, the sky was violently weathered into wind blades of different sizes, the length of which was about a few feet long, and the short one was tens of centimeters.

The sky full of wind blades swarmed toward the tree, and instantly broke the squally wind around the tree. The trees were stirred into dust in three or two breaths, and sawdust flew all over the sky.

The mountains, rocks, and vegetation were shattered one after another, and the ground was lifted up by a thick layer of rock by the wind blade.

The elders who watched the battle of "What a Powerful Wind Blade" exclaimed, and then looked at Yu Duxiu in which direction their eyes were full of caution, that is, the elders with ghosts in their hearts all breathed out in an instant, planning for a good life. It's not too late to make a decision.

This is the purpose of Yu Duxiu. Its own magic power is not weak. Although it is far from those thousand-year old monsters, it is necessary to let them see their strength, their potential, and their future growth, making them scrupulous. , After you apprehend, naturally there will be teacher support.

Seeing that the trees transformed by his magic power were rolled into dust, and even the strong wind kept running towards him, the disciples on the square turned pale. The wind blade is so powerful that everyone can see it with your own eyes. Stir it into a powder, if it is scraped on the body, it will not kill you? .

Fortunately, there was an elder sitting on the stage, allowing everyone to flee without leaving the ground.

Seeing that he was about to die and under the wind blade, the man shouted: "My life is at stake."

But never thought that the wind blade turned into a soft breeze in an instant, blowing past the door, and the breeze blowing on his face.

The male man was taken aback, and even the instructor who was watching the battle had to praise: "A good spell has reached the level of being able to control it freely. If it is only controlled by a spell, even he is far behind."

"This son's control of the magic has reached the state of transformation, at least in the case of calling the wind and calling the rain." The old man of Bi Xiufeng touched his beard, and his eyes flashed admiration. He had seen the technique of calling the wind and rain, but it could attack and kill people. It was the first time he encountered such a perverted call for wind and rain.

Seeing that everyone was jealous, Yu Duxiu knew that the fire was almost over, and it was too late. Those old guys were embarrassed to shoot themselves. If they did too much, they would definitely not mind jumping out and bullying the small to get back face.

"Yuzhi" Yu Duxiu just spit out two words, and the rain poured down, and the entire Bixiu Peak was washed away by rain in an instant.

Yu Duxiu's body is ten feet dry as usual, like another world, ten feet away is the world of rain.

After a stick of incense, the boy lay in Yu Duxiu's ear and said:

"Brother, it's almost done. When it gets down, the rain will flood and the elders will have the opportunity to take action. We have lost more than the gains."

The boy stood beside Yu Duxiu, showing a hint of admiration. Although he was fancy to Yu Duxiu's potential before, he never thought that this new disciple Yu Duxiu was so abnormal, and he had reached this point in the control of his spells. Those old disciples are not rivals either.

Yu Duxiu nodded: "The clouds are clearing away."

Withdrawing the tactics, a word of clouds cleared and fog dispersed, wind and rain closed, and a rainbow hung on Bixiu Peak.

The old man in the hall touched his beard and raised his head and laughed: "Hahaha, this disciple is good, yes, since I have arrived at Bixiu Peak, naturally there is no reason to give up. I would also like to thank the head teacher, this is so good~www.wuxiaspot .com~ I have a love for Bi Xiufeng".

Seeing that his disciple was bullied, this ancestor was not only not angry, but was full of spring breeze, and seemed to be happy when he encountered something happy.

At the foot of Bi Xiufeng, seeing the wind and rain rest, the boy took Yu Duxiu's hand and ran towards the mountain.

Yu Duxiu pulled her sleeves dissatisfiedly: "What are you running?"

"Brother, you have offended people this time. Although we want to stand up, you are too fierce. All the older disciples of Bi Xiufeng have been suppressed by you. Where do you let their faces go for hundreds of years. If I have a good guess, they will find your theory. Let’s hurry to the place where you are stationed. Where is Bixiu Peak’s decree, they dare not go in. After a while, everyone The fire is gone, you come out again." The boy dragged Yu Duxiu forward in a hurry. Yu Duxiu hugged Yu Shiniang helplessly and said: "Well, just do what you said."

The mountain has already turned into a pot of porridge at this time, and all the disciples shouted at this time to find this provocative person. They were fighting with each other and had done a battle. Fortunately, the boy saw the opportunity early, otherwise Yu Duxiu would end up miserably. , You must know that there is a specialization in the art industry. Although the disciples can't reach Yu Duxiu, they must be better than Yu Duxiu in other aspects. (To be continued)