Swish!

The next morning, Yang Lie got up early and began to practice in the hazy sky light.

A silver light of six feet in his palm appeared in a flash. Every time he appeared, he could burst out a ball of air, causing clear ripples in the space in about an inch of radius.

Those layers of ripple will take three blinks before they can disappear, which shows how terrible its attack power is.

Suddenly—

Yang Lie closed his hips with his spear, exerted force on his feet, and twisted his waist suddenly and threw it out heavily.

"Bang!"

With the tip of the gun as the center, a large and small space of the fist was shattered, and countless complicated and deep cracks spread out, like a spider web.

After breathing a long sigh, Yang Lie took back the Dragon Blood Spear, a hint of yearning appeared in his eyes: "It is rumored that the strong man in Zhenxuan Realm has been able to understand the mystery of some space and condense his own 'field'. He punched out and tore the cracks in the void, and it has not dispersed for a hundred years. I really don't know how powerful that realm should be?"

Suddenly, he showed a hint of surprise and picked up the dragon blood gun in his hand.

Looking closely, the surface of the gun body is no longer a blood-colored light, but a bunch of golden light flows. These light flows are not messy, they are entangled with each other and form a giant python! A giant python that swallows the sky and the earth!

"Is this the Demon Soul of the Sky-Swallowing Python?"

Yang Lie was puzzled. He tentatively injected his internal force into the mysterious weapon, and into the golden light flow, and suddenly—

"roar!"

A shocking roar sounded, and a huge demon python as thick as a buffalo and seven or eight feet long flew up into the air. Its abdomen had a single claw the size of a millstone, and its hideous horny shimmered with a terrifying luster like gold and iron.

"Oh!"

Yang Lie couldn't help but whisper in his throat. He could clearly sense that the demon soul of the Sky-Swallowing Python had no hostility to him! On the contrary, he could control it as he pleased!

"Demon Soul Merge! I didn't expect that such a rare opportunity would fall on you. It's really jealous." Amid the laughter, Zong Haoyang walked over.

"Demon Soul Merge?" Yang Lie was puzzled.

"good."

Zong Haoyang nodded and said, "The moment the demon soul of the Sky-Swallowing Python was hit by you, it should have disappeared. But the remaining trace of survival spirit allowed it to instinctively enter the mysterious weapon to hide! It just so happened that your dragon blood gun was only a low-level human level, and there was no demon soul inside, so it was not rejected. This probability is probably less than one in ten thousand!"

It is rumored that when refining medium and high-level mysterious weapons, they often need to forge the demon souls, or even some spiritual objects in the world. Although this dragon blood gun is of extraordinary quality, it is still far from that level.

However, after the demon soul merged the weapon, even if he encountered a strong man at the first level of the Wanxiang Realm, Yang Lie thought he could deal with it with him!

He thought about it and recalled the demon soul: "Principal, are you asking me for trouble?"

"It's not me who has something to do."

Zong Haoyang signaled, and Luo Zhanhu, behind him, appeared with his precious daughter "Luo Shuihan" and Uncle Lin. In addition, Yu Baiwei walked slowly, and there was Yu Ruoru next to him who was eating a big meat bun, which made his lips greasy.

"Captain Luo, I was about to wait to go to the Demon Hunting Pavilion. Since Miss Shui Han is here, why don't we start here?"

Yang Lie promised that he would help Luo Shuihan understand the power of artistic conception when he had time. He was willing to help him whether it was because of the maintenance of the Demon Hunting Legion or his own promise.

"hey-hey."

Luo Zhanhu was embarrassed. He always felt that his behavior was a bit ungrateful. But for the sake of his precious daughter, he had to be shameless.

"Although we got eight places to enroll in the Tianlang Academy this time, according to convention, the patrol officer will arrange a "trial" ten days before admission, and decide whether we can finally enroll according to the trial results!"

Zong Haoyang was worried, "I have received accurate information in this trial. The inspection made 'Dong Ziyang' not responsible, and the specific affairs were fully handed over to Yuchuanhe!"

With Yuchuanhe and Heijiao City's close relationship and being swept away twice in a row, it would be strange if he could not make things difficult for Qinglan City.

Dong Ziyang and Zong Haoyang were both students of the Tianlang Academy and had a life-and-death relationship. However, the former's cultivation level finally reached the "Three Level of the World Realm" and became a formal disciple. Later, they were qualified to be a "Inspector".

Originally, there were only seven places in Qinglan City, and Zong Haoyang relied on his connections to ask for one from Dong Ziyang.

"There are four days left in the trial period. We must seize every time to improve our cultivation. We must not fall in front of the trial level." Yu Baiwei said seriously.

Yang Lie understood, no wonder Luo Zhanhu was anxious to bring his daughter to the training camp. With Luo Shuihan's sixth level of cultivation, there might not be any big problems in previous years, but if Yu Chuanhe was sincerely embarrassed, it would be hard to say.

"I see."

Yang Lie nodded, "How do you want me to help? Commander Luo just asks you."

"Okay! Then I'm not polite."

Luo Zhanhu played his military style and acted thunderously. "Please use the cracked cloud artistic conception to fight Shui Han. Shui Han practiced the cracked cloud leg method for many years, and has reached the 'perfect' level. It is only one step away from experiencing the artistic conception."

"good!"

Yang Lie did not expect it to be so simple. He put down the dragon blood gun, "Miss Shuihan, please."

Luo Shuihan, who has always given people a high profile and even a bit arrogant, had a bright red look on his face at this moment: "If Young Master Yang doesn't dislike him, just call Shuihan's name directly."

Yang Lie was stunned and nodded, "Then I'll call you 'Sister Shui Han'."

After hearing what he said, Luo Shuihan felt a sank in his heart and he could only smile back.

Among the bystanders, Zong Haoyang couldn't help but shake his head: "The falling flowers are intentionally flowing water without mercy. Luo Laohu, your daughter's thoughts are in vain."

According to his previous temper, Luo Zhanhu was probably going to get angry long ago when someone spoke like this. But at this moment, he was surprisingly silent and even sighed helplessly.

Even with his pride, I have to admit that the boy in black was too outstanding, and his daughter, whom he had always been proud, seemed a little dim in front of him.

"At the age of fourteen, I have realized the prototype of the artistic conception of the lower class, and I still have the three complete basic artistic conception. Alas." Yu Baiwei from the Opti School also sighed repeatedly. He originally intended to recruit him into the city lord's mansion, but now he has completely dispelled his thoughts.

Just as he was disappointed, he turned around and saw his baby granddaughter still gnawing on big meat buns heartlessly. He couldn't help but have a headache: "I said good girl, can you have snacks?"

Yu Ruoruo's teeth bit off a big bite of meat bun, and his cheeks urged him up and down: "Grandpa, I'm very concerned about eating it. The buns made by Aunt Xiulan are really delicious."

"Oh, I'll go."

Yu Baiwei felt a little tooth pain.

"Everyone is silent! It's beginning." Zong Haoyang reminded.

At this time, inside the square—

A snow-white and a mysterious black figure shot out in one go, and his legs were like lightning, slashing at the opponent heavily. The exact same leg techniques, even the momentum and speed were almost the same.

But when you look closely, the kick from the black figure suddenly made the void in front of you feel a brief stagnation!

It seemed that this leg actually caused the material space to stop fluctuating.

"Bang!"

The snow-white figure "Luo Shuihan" could not get close to him at all, so he was shocked and bounced back and fell to the ground in a mess.

This is because Yang Lie did not use destructive power. If he had the intention to kill, his leg could kill her like a knife and an axe.

"Come again!"

Luo Shuihan rubbed the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes showed a sense of stubbornness.

Yang Lie showed a hint of admiration. He felt the same aura from Luo Shuihan, which was the ultimate pursuit of martial arts.

This pure spirit made him feel more respect for the girl in front of him, so Yang Lie said in a narrow voice: "Sister Shui Han, be careful!"

"Bang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Lie's body suddenly popped up, and he came to Luo Shuihan in a flash, and nearly a hundred legs were slashed out in the blink of an eye! Each leg contained an extremely pure artistic conception of cracking clouds.

However, each leg did not hit the point, and often stopped when it was about an inch away from the attack target!

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

Luo Shuihan was like a small boat in a storm. Although the artistic conception of the cracked cloud was not revealed, the powerful pressure formed by the freezing void still made her almost suffocate.

Her legs turned like wind wheels, and she desperately blasted one blow after another. Each blow could shake a little gap and win some breathing opportunity. However, the pressure still fell one after another, and suddenly-

"Boom!"

After nearly a hundred shocks, it seemed as if a closed door was opened, and a look of surprise flashed in Luo Shuihan's eyes! With another wave of pressure, she bounced back and then quietly closed her eyes.

Time passed by cup of tea.

"Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!"

Luo Shui suddenly bent his body and made progress, and several legs shattered forward. It was faintly as if the void was poured down by thick mercury, and it appeared to be a serious and stagnant shape, and the naked eye could also detect the astringency in it.

Each leg was blasted out, and there seemed to be no change, but the power increased by more than twice?

"The prototype of artistic conception! It has been formed!" Luo Zhanhu was overjoyed.

Although her baby daughter is only one step away from the power of artistic conception, it is difficult to break this window paper even if she is guided by a strong man who understands the mystery of artistic conception or even condenses "distincts"!

With Luo Zhanhu's wealth, he doesn't even want to invite such powerful people.

Now that the prototype of artistic conception is formed, as long as you patiently deepen it, you will be able to finally understand a complete artistic conception! Then, then integrate the artistic conception with the spiritual internal force and you can step into the "all-image realm" in one step.

In other words, Luo Shuihan will become a powerful person in all things.

Luo Zhanhu knew that the sixth level of Juyuan might be good in Qinglan City, but it was not enough to put it in the entire Qin Dynasty. Only the powerful people in the Wanxiang Realm are qualified to be a walking dynasty!

So, he said gratefully: "Young Master Yang, Enluo,"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Lie's body suddenly bounced out, and the target was Luo Shuihan!
Chapter completed!