Chapter 276

"What are you talking about?" The corners of the mouth of the real crape myrtle twitch slightly. Even if he is not a preacher, he knows that these disciples are only 14-5 years old. How high can their swordsmanship be? Doesn't this young man know that he will die miserably in front of the elder???

It's hard to say it's hard to use sword. Some people have been practicing for 20 years, but they can't do it. It's easy to say, and the talent is excellent. The leader has practiced it for more than a year.

Now, a 14-5-year-old baby pops up and claims to be able to defend the sword. Who believes it?

"I may be a little bit of a sword master." Yan Yi stretched out his hand, seemingly humbly compared "one point" with two fingers.

"Good, good!" Elder Qingcang laughed angrily, "I don't know that there are such talented people in the burial palace. I can resist the sword without mastering the 24 style sword formula. Good, you come!"

"Crape myrtle immortal," Yan Yi folded and grinned, "please borrow" Yuhan. "

At this time, the spirit of drowsiness was hundredfold, and the whispering was silent. All of them looked around eagerly and looked at the unsettled disciple how to fly the sword.

Yan Yi took the jade sword, weighed it in his hand, praised it softly, and then there was no movement.

There is no lack of contempt and contempt in whispering.

But it is the crape myrtle real person, will originally sit on the wall to watch the smile slightly close.

To control a sword, the first thing to do is to communicate with the spirit of the sword. Yan Yi knows how to connect the spirit of the sword with his soul. But each sword belongs to his own master. His jade cold has been used for 12 years, and has been run in like glue. Can it be easily shaken?

"Be agreeable with me and have the same heart with me. When there is an order, don't act rashly. Go back to your original position quickly and protect my body shape -- let you soar in the sky, get up!"

Yan Yi didn't know what kind of ragged thing he grabbed from his sleeve. He stuck it on Yu Han without any attention. He chanted a mantra and enunciated it clearly. When his voice fell to the ground, the slender body of Lu Li's sword suddenly trembled slightly, and a clear and loud roar broke through the sky and soared into the sky!

In the eyes of all the people, Yan Yi only had time to firmly grasp the handle of the sword with five fingers, and then he was carried up into the air.

"This --"

there has been no shock on Qingcang's face for a long time.

How can this boy really control his own swordsmanship? Why?

After three or two people responded, they were already in a state of astonishment. Those half of the disciples were flushed. Some of them were jumping up and down in martial arts practice and shouting loudly. It's as if the man in the limelight is himself.

The immortal crape myrtle was shocked and surprised. The white scholar's face was full of laughter and touched his hands repeatedly, "God has given you talents. Congratulations to the elder.". In my opinion, among the disciples of the twelve peaks of the burial palace, this is a new show. "

"The skill of imperial sword is clearly taught after the twenty-four movements," Qingcang said, "where does this kid come from? It's necessary to ask carefully! "

However, the prestige accumulated in Su RI has lost its momentum at this moment.

Because not far away, a disciple's eyes were shining, the broken Gong's voice was loud and loud, and howled, "damn Yan Yi! You don't even tell the brothers about it! "

Yuhan is worthy of being Yuhan. However, it has broken through three main palaces and soared up and down among the vast clouds. If you hang your head at this time, you can see the towering mountains of the twelve peaks, the hanging springs and waterfalls, the palace towers and the Taoist temples.

But these, pass into Yan Yi's eyes.

Because he's going to vomit.

At first, his accomplishments were shallow, and he knew little about the introduction of swordsmanship. Now it is not that he is defending the sword, but the sword is sliding him. Yan Yi didn't know whether his disciples looked at him with reverence or jealousy. The only thing he could be sure of was that he was up in the air, and no one could see his disordered hair and ferocious expression.

What's more, the handwriting of the real crape myrtle in his hand was also blown away by a gust of wind. Yuhan lost the last trace of master's spiritual consciousness and became restless.

Yan Yihao is easy to see Yuhan sinking slightly, almost like an amnesty, shaking hands desperately at the crape myrtle who is watching from afar on the green pine platform.

The real person of Lagerstroemia indica stands in the wind, her clothes are fluttering, and her mouth is full of a trace of graceful smile. She also waves to Yan Yi.

But he didn't know what he meant.

"Isn't it all over for the boy to show off?"

Qingcang looks at the more excited disciples, for fear that Yan Yi, a bad disciple, will secretly learn imperial sword. At that time, on the twelve peaks of the world palace, a group of half dead men are flying all over the sky. What is it like?

However, at the moment when Qingcang's voice fell to the ground, I did not know whether it was listened to by Yuhan. The body of the sword suddenly trembled in the air, and almost did not linger for a moment, and fell straight down like a meteor.

"Not good!" The immortal crape myrtle realized that it was not right, so he pinched a sword closing formula. However, it was too far away for him to react. "I forgot that the imperial sword was too painful for them, and he couldn't hold on!"

Although Qing Cang was annoyed by Yan Yi's mischief, he still came up and asked, "where did he fall? You've just been staring at each other, and you're all dumb? "Ah Chao held out a finger tremblingly.

"Elder master, I seem to see that the fourth elder martial brother has fallen on the Dahuang peak."

Dahuangfeng mountain, as its name implies, is the most dangerous mountain in the twelve peaks of Chunyang.

When the first-class Xianxiu of the burial palace traveled all over the world, they caught all kinds of wild animals, wolves, tigers, leopards, rare birds and animals that could be refined into spirit animals, and the rest of them were thrown into them.

In a word, whether Yan Yi's life is here or not, we have to ask the uncles there.

Tick, tick, tick...

something is dripping on your face.

Yan Yi painstakingly opened a gap between the upper eyelids and the lower eyelids. When he slowly regained consciousness, he found himself hanging in the air.

There is a jade cold sword in the stone peak of the cliff. The body of the jade sword penetrates through his broken coat, which is regarded as his great fortune.

Yan Yi reached out to feel the sticky cold on his face and smelled a faint smell. A sense of foreboding sprang up in his mind.

As soon as he raised his head, on the withered pine wall three feet away, there was a giant boa constrictor with a thick bowl mouth. A pair of golden pupils were staring at him, and the bright red letter was stuttering.

"That what, snake master..." Yan Yi swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "is not a small intention to disturb you Qing'an, you see, I am in a dilemma now."

The python swayed its huge tongue and scratched its white belly across the rough bark, making a chilling sound. Suddenly, as soon as the snake's head was lifted, the whole body was as fast as lightning to attack Yan Yi!

Yan Yi grabs the jade sword in a howl. He swings his body to the side and brushes it with the python between inches. The price of this is that the whole person bumps into the stone wall, and the bones all over his body creak.

That moment, even smelled the stink in the mouth of the python.

Shua! Again. Yan Yi's old skill was repeated. He learned to be smart. He kicked on the stone wall with one foot, and his whole body leaped up a little in an instant. Not only did he avoid the python, but he also let this guy bite into the jade sword with his sharp teeth, and one of them collapsed with a bang.

"Brother snake, forget it. You can't reach me. There is no grass in the end of the world. I suggest you look for it again...

while Yan Yi was proud, he swayed his feet back and forth. Suddenly, a short boot flew out and landed in the pool below.

"My shoes --"

with a cry, his body was really sincere, and fell with that shoe!

The cold pool of Dahuang peak has another nickname, snow in July. It means that the ice and snow don't melt all the year round. Yan Yi falls down and smashes a layer of ice as thin as a cicada's wing, splashing several feet of water.

Cold! Yan Yi felt that the water in the cold pool was like thousands of silver needles of ox hair. In an instant, he made himself into a sieve, which made him shiver all over his body. This is not the most important thing. What's more, when he is numb, he can't swim in the water.

Symbolically struggling for two times, he poured several gulps of water into the pool. The jade sword was still hanging on the cliff, without the slightest intention of sharing weal and woe with him.

This is really going to die!