Zhe Linxuan came to the classroom early, waiting for Murong to teach.
Not long after he arrived, Ye Qing and Luo Qingshan also arrived one after another. The three talked in a whisper, which was boring.
After a scent of incense, Murong Qianling appeared.
I wore a silver-white light armor with a dark cyan sword at the waist, which was a little less charming, but added a little British spirit.
"Today I will give you a set of swordsmanship." Murong Qianling went straight to the topic without dragging his feet.
"This set of swordsmanship is called the blast swordsmanship, which belongs to the Xuanjie intermediate martial arts. I will practice it first, and watch it carefully."
I said, she pulled out her sword and put her hands up.
The next moment, a blast of wind rose at her feet, as if the wind appeared out of thin air, blowing the long hair of Murong Qianling. Ye Qing and Luo Qingshan were okay. They were not the first to experience such things, but Lin Xuan saw them once.
I saw Murong Qianling's black hair fluttering, and the whole person seemed to turn into a gust of wind, extremely ethereal.
Sword rises and falls, such as the storm clouds, people can not see its source, and even less guess its trajectory.
Lin Linxuan was completely intoxicated. He was worried that he did not have a strong swordsmanship. Now that he has this opportunity, he certainly won't let it go. Although Murong Qianling's moves are fast and dazzling, Lin Xuan has a mysterious small sword in his body. His understanding of the sword technique has definitely reached a horrible level.
"Three thorns of the wind!" Murong Qianling nodded to the ground, his body suddenly turned into a streamer, and the dark blue sword in his hand turned into a blue hurricane, tearing the void. Three blue ray of light cut through the void, forming a 'Zi'.
"The three thorns of the wind are flexible and can not only chase the enemy, but also avoid the encirclement and wandering battles." Murong Qianling explained the three thorns of the blast.
I saw three blue blazing rays forming different trajectories in the air, including various methods of attack, pursuit, and avoidance.
Lin Xuan was amazed. Compared to the Sword of Thunder, his Lightning Swordsmanship seemed to have a single attack, but this is also normal. Once the Lightning Swordsmanship is low-grade, it is not complete, and it is still a certain set Light version.
"If I can learn how to use the sword of wind, I'm afraid I will increase my strength by three points." Lin Xuan kept comparing.
At this time, Murong Qianling changed her moves again, unlike the fast and sharp one just now, this time she was full of spiritual energy, like a blast, the power of the wind was shocking.
"Wind Remnant Clouds!"
Xuan Yijian split, the bluestone on the ground was scratched out of numerous cracks, a blue tornado more than two feet high fell from the sword, and swept quickly forward.
Yuan Linxuan's pupils shrank. He felt terrible suction and a sense of crisis from the blue tornado, which made his chest feel stuffy.
Click!
The nearby trees were uprooted by this suction and entangled in the wind with the dirt.
Huh!
The big tree just came into contact with the tornado, countless cyan wind blades appeared, and chopped the tree into countless segments.
I walked for five or six feet before the cyan tornado stopped spinning and gradually disappeared. But Murong Qianling didn't stop, she cut a whirlwind again with a long sword.
The whirlwind had just left two feet, and suddenly it was divided into three and attacked in three different directions. Wherever it passed, the rubble was full of mess.
"It's OK!" This time, not only Lin Xuan was surprised, even Luo Qingshan and Ye Qing also exclaimed in a low voice.
"There are two moves left in the Sword of Sword, one of which is a defensive move called Fengyue Huiwu." Murong Qianling said, "Aoyama, attack me with all your strength."
Miluo Qingshan stood up, and a faint halo appeared behind him. He drew his sword and pierced his head, rushing towards Murong Qianling at the fastest speed.
The puppet attack had not yet arrived, and Murong Qianling suddenly flowed around, and saw a blue light flashing, forming a half-moon-shaped wind wall in front of her, bombing Luo Qingshan's attack to the side.
After the first move, Murong Qianling put away the sword. She didn't say anything, but let the three of Lin Xuan silently realize.
After a short while, Ye Qing suddenly asked, "Mr. Rong, don't you say there is another trick, what is that trick?"
"The last move is too difficult for you, and it requires the practice of the spiritual sea to perform."
Wu Murong Qianling's expression was light, but when she saw the three people's eager eyes, she could only sigh helplessly.
"I'll show it to you once, save you little ghosts!"
She waved her hand, and her sword was volleyed in the air. Three light blue wind blades flew out from the tip of the sword. Each one was more than one meter long and whistled and flew into the distance.
Huh!
The three wind blades flickered past, chopping a distant stone pillar into several sections, and then disappeared.
"Leave the sword air out!" Lin Xuan's pupils shrunk. This is a means that the martial arts soldiers in the Linghai can cast, and they really can't do it at this stage.
"Well, now I will demonstrate the complete skills of the gale swordsmanship, I will tell you three of the three sword skills carefully." Murong Qianling began to explain carefully.
Only then did Lin Xuan find out how lucky it was to have a lesson. He could make his disciples take a lot of detours and practice directly.
Suddenly, he frowned ~ ~ a curse in his heart. If you say a teacher, there is one in his body, and it is horrible, but the one who drinks all day gives Lin Xuan a very unreliable feeling.
And, now I'm in deep sleep.
"It seems that the wine master needs to be awakened as soon as possible." Lin Xuan had a decision.
After half a day, Murong Qianling stopped explaining. The three Lin Xuan remembered all the moves, and the rest can only rely on their own practice and perception.
I bid farewell to Ye Qing and Luo Qingshan, and Lin Xuan left alone. Instead of returning to his home, he walked to Zongnei Herbal Medicine Hall. He wanted to ask about the medicine for soul recovery.
I walked through the pavilions and pavilions, Lin Xuan came to an independent courtyard, where the temples were scattered and silhouettes shuttled.
Across the distance, he could smell the smell of countless herbs and a hint of red fire. Lin Xuan knows that this is the Herbal Medicine Hall in the inner door, and the elixir they use comes from here.
Zhe Linxuan walked in and looked around curiously. Some disciples in the Herbal Medicine Hall gave him a glance, and then left without expression. Lin Xuan didn't care. He heard this Herbal Medicine Hall slightly. Among them, in addition to the disciples in the Herbal Medicine Hall, there were more inner disciples.
These inner disciples come to ask for elixir. Of course, everyone's means are different.
Some people buy heavily, some people get relationships, and some people take the task to get elixir.
Lin Linxuan has no special relationship in this inner door, so he wants to obtain the elixir he wants through two other methods.
Of course, the premise is that there are healing herbs.
"This fellow, I have something to ask for advice." Lin Xuan walked to a disciple of Herbal Medicine and said faintly ~ ~ Welcome the book readers to read, the latest, fastest and most popular serial works At ~ ~