“It’s more than just the difficulties.”

Zong Haoyang sighed, "Tianlang Academy recruits students from nearly a thousand cities at a time, and each city does not exceed ten people on average. With so many students, only one-twentieth of them can become formal disciples, that is, five hundred people!"

"Among these five hundred people, there will be a chance to become elite disciples, at most fifty people!"

This ratio is extremely terrifying. The one who can enter the Tianlang Academy is a genius chosen by one of millions of people. Such an outstanding genius can only reach the fourth level of the Wanxiang Realm among every hundred people!

Yang Lie couldn't help but flinch his eyebrows: "What are the four important conditions for condensing the vision?"

Zong Haoyang couldn't help but shake his head, and a hint of shame appeared on his face: "I don't know that I was not even a formal disciple back then, let alone contact with such secrets. However, what is certain is that the more advanced the artistic conception, the greater the possibility of success in the fourth level!"

"If you can understand the artistic conception contained in the lower martial arts, then combined with the resources of the academic institution, the possibility of success is as high as 90%!"

The artistic conception of inferior martial arts?

Yang Lie's expression suddenly became strange.

"It is several times more difficult to understand the artistic conception of inferior martial arts than the basic level. With your current age, it is extremely rare to be able to successfully comprehend the artistic conception of three basic levels. One day, you should be able to understand the artistic conception of inferiority. Unfortunately, it is too late... When you achieve great success in your cultivation in the future, don't forget to help Qinglan City reappear your glory!"

With the words, Zong Haoyang had already made plans to destroy the city.

After all, the gap is too big. Even if you fight to the death, you will only struggle to death for a little while in the face of crushing power. At this time, it is really unnecessary to deceive yourself and say inspiring words.

Yu Baiwei, who has always been optimistic, has a helpless expression.

"elder brother?"

Suddenly, a surprising voice broke the calm atmosphere. Looking through the sound, Jiang Yuer looked at her at a loss-

Beside her, Yang Lie sat down slowly cross-legged, and the Dragon Blood Spear was abandoned and closed his eyes.

"This is--"

Zong Haoyang was puzzled, "Cultivate?"

"Well? Did Young Master Yang have some insights about fighting Fengyuntai just now and need to be digested?"

Luo Zhanhu guessed and said hurriedly, "Let us protect him and don't let anyone disturb Young Master Yang."

The three peak figures in the Blue City have a solemn expression and are willing to take on the responsibility of guarding.

...

In the sea of ​​consciousness.

Yang Lie's figure appeared, and a sword appeared in his hand!

The sword body shook lightly, and thirteen sword shadows roared out, and each time they flew out, they were half a minute wide. After flying dozens of feet, the sword shadow had skyrocketed several times, filling the sight.

The sword shadow returns to one!

The vast sword intent swept across, and the space within a radius of acres was destroyed and returned to silence.

"No, it's still wrong."

Yang Lie frowned and thought hard. The power of this move "Star-Resisting Sword Technique" just now is strong, but it still has not left the perfection category and is far from reaching the artistic conception level.

What exactly is the "Star Obedience" in the sword technique of star control?

Each martial art is part of the mystery of heaven and earth that the founder will realize, and is reflected in moves. Simply put, the mystery of heaven and earth contained in these moves is artistic conception!

Therefore, if you understand the artistic conception, you will truly understand this martial arts thoroughly and reach the same level as the founder.

Yang Lie pondered.

He thought about the situation when he was attacked by Fengyuntai Yu's divine destiny before, and subconsciously let go of his thoughts and immersed himself in that state of mind again.

"Buzz!"

The golden beads trembled again, and waves of mysterious energy emanated, slowly sweeping across the sea of ​​consciousness.

Although he knew that excessive brain power would lead to a sleep, Yang Lie could not care about it. He tried his best to activate this energy to deduce the sword technique of the Star-Rewarding Sword-

"Swish swish swish!"

The sword body buzzed and trembled, layer after layer of sword shadows flew out, constantly spreading and shattering, destroying one layer after another.

Activate! Retrieve!

This process is repeated continuously, and Yang Lie's brain power is also rapidly consumed. Gradually, his figure becomes a little dim, as if it may disappear at any time.

Once it disappears, his consciousness will fall into a drowsy place, and this deduction will naturally fail.

However, thinking of the despair of Zong Haoyang and others, thinking of their parents, and thinking of Feng Yuntai's threat, a stubborn heart surged: I am not willing to admit defeat!

The brain power was running wildly, and the speed of deduction suddenly increased several times, and the layers of sword shadows were disillusioned and reborn faster and faster. This process lasted for a while, and Yang Lie's figure in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly trembled violently, with an amplitude getting bigger and bigger, and was about to collapse-

"Zheng!"

Suddenly, it seemed as if the invisible strings were plucked, and pleasant vocal music sounded around. The long sword suddenly stopped, and sword shadows floated on its surface and did not fly away.

It seemed that this long sword became a star, and the thirteen sword shadows were the planets surrounding it.

"Yuxing! It turns out that this is the Yixing artistic conception!"

Yang Lie really touched the threshold, and a radiant sense of excitement burst out in his eyes!

Even people in the secular world have experienced it. When they encounter a difficult problem, they often suddenly appear when they are almost crazy.

If you force yourself to the limit and force yourself to no longer retreat, your thinking will often open up!

Of course, this is only for some talented people. If it were ordinary people, their minds would collapse before they could come.

...

"The little brother has finished his understanding."

Yubai Weibo.

The others turned their eyes one after another, and just saw Yang Lie slowly opening his eyes. Zong Haoyang sighed and reminded: "You have consumed too much energy just now. Even if you have some insights, don't rush to digest them, so as not to hurt the origin."

Energy is exhausted and difficult to regenerate.

Whether it is practice or fighting, it will consume energy, and in severe cases, it will even lose its original source. Therefore, when major forces cultivate their younger generations, they will often be equipped with special elixirs to refine appropriate elixirs based on the physical condition of their disciples, and specifically nourish their bodies.

"It's not enough to be anxious, I'm afraid there's too late."

Yang Lie's words made Zong Haoyang and others stunned: It's too late? Why not?

Immediately, they were suddenly shocked and stared forward-

The young man in black spread his palms, and his internal force transformed into a small sword. His sword body trembled slightly, and thirteen sword shadows suddenly flew out of the surface.

These thirteen sword shadows flew back and forth, following a subtle and mysterious trajectory. Gradually, a powerful force erupted from them and injected into the small sword below them.

In his perception, although the small sword was a virtual object, it was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and the air was so pressed that it made an unbearable creaking sound!

"Principal, be careful!"

Yang Lie yelled, and flew out with his fingers, "swish" and shot towards Zong Haoyang.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Zong Haoyang waved his robe sleeves at will, and layer after layer of air walls immediately spread in front of him. There were countless torn waves on the surface of the air walls, colliding and spinning, and then forming vortex circles—

Destroy the artistic conception!

"Swish!"

The small sword stabbed a vortex, stopped for a moment, and then tore it open and shot it hard.

"What!?"

Zong Haoyang was shocked, and a ray of unconcealed ecstasy emerged in shock. He waved his hands repeatedly, and the collapsed artistic conception suddenly strengthened several times. In an instant, more than ten air walls were laid down again.

"Bang bang bang!"

The small sword rushed all the way, smashing seven or eight air walls one after another, and then disappeared.

"Artistic! This is-"

Yu Baiwei and others swallowed their saliva with difficulty, "The prototype of the inferior artistic conception?"

It can naturally be distinguished from their vision that the small sword is condensed by the pure power of artistic conception.

Although it was eventually blocked by Zong Haoyang's collapsed artistic conception, that does not mean that the small sword is of inferior quality, but just because it has not yet been achieved, or it is still in its prototype!

However, no one can deny the essential excellence of the little sword. Although the tiger cub is inferior to the big dog, who dares to say that it is inferior to the big dog when it is successful?

"Star-Rewarding Sword Art? Young Master Yang, did you learn this sword art from the Ten Refining Formation?"

Luo Zhanhu's face was incredible.

He knew that Yang Lie was born in a small way and had no inheritance from famous masters. The Star-Rewarding Sword Art came from the "Tianji Pavilion" of Yuncang County, and even Zong Haoyang could not. Yang Lie's only chance to get in touch with it was the Ten Refining Formation!

Doesn’t that mean that the young man in front of him had only fought against the white robe formation and learned the swordsmanship secretly, and it took only six days to successfully comprehend the prototype of the artistic conception contained in it?

God! What kind of monster is this?

“That’s right.”

Yang Lie nodded and said apologetically, "Principal, my talent is still a little short of my talent. Now I can only understand the prototype of the artistic conception of the Star. If there are a few more days, I should be able to push it to great success. I wonder if it is still time?"

In just six days I realized the prototype of the artistic conception... I had a poor talent...

At this moment, Luo Zhanhu wanted to pinch the boy's neck and shake it hard: You're not alone, you can hit someone, but isn't it too much to hit this point!

Zong Haoyang's expression was completely dull and he couldn't say a word at all: The inferior artistic conception, since the prototype has been understood, the next thing is not difficult at all.

As expected, the young man in front of him will definitely be able to become an elite disciple of the Tianlang Academy! He may even be able to reach the "core disciple" ranks!

"Hahahaha, it's too late, it's too late! No matter how weak my Qinglan City is, I can still wait for you to grow!"

Yu Baiwei couldn't help laughing wildly, and after a while he calmed down, "Your talent is limited to a few of us, and it is not allowed to be spread! However, there are still some things that need to be cured before this."

"Well, let me leave these dirty work." Luo Zhanhu glanced at the warriors around Yaowutai with cold eyes.

These warriors have a close relationship with the Feng family, and it is difficult to guarantee that many of them have also secretly surrendered to Heijiao City, so they naturally need to be cleaned. Blindly kind-hearted will only leave endless disasters.

The three iron guards of the Demon Hunter came with Luo Zhanhu. In front of them, whether it was the Yuntai Army or the Feng family's direct descendants, they were naturally vulnerable...
Chapter completed!