v3 Chapter 41： Flying swordsmanship

Jiang Qing and Qin Yi are different. This difference is not only the cultivation of the two, but also the thinking.

In the world of Kings, Qin Yi would not consider Shushan as much as this world. What he values ​​more is his promotion, spiritual baptism, sublimation, and rising strength.

Jiang Qing, on the other hand, has to pay more attention to Shu Shan. He has too many scruples. Like Qin Yi, he will not choose to fight for Yue Rouxia directly.

Of course, at this moment Jiang Qing is still troubled by things in the arena.

Qin Yi, after defeating the eight elders, joined hands with Anyi to walk outside the mountains and rivers.

The two seemed like a pair of immortal relatives, and they paid no attention to the things in the world and were immersed in their feelings.

Six months later, they returned to the Qin Hua school.

The Qin Hua faction at this time was not as empty and empty as when they had just left. In the small martial arts, in the martial arts field, there were sounds of drills.

Li Yuanli was standing at the forefront of Yanwutai at this moment, holding his hands on his back, looking at each disciple with a serious look.

Standing in the distance, Qin Yi saw this scene, his mouth bent, and his heart was satisfied.

To him, at this moment, I was thinking about the rebellious king, but I still dared not violate it. On the one hand, the interests of the two people are actually the same. On the other hand, his strength is far above the other, which is enough to suppress it.

Most of the disciples on the stage were wearing a blue slim robe. They combed their hair buns and were tied by a wooden clog. Some of these disciples have reached their twenties and some are in their teens.

What makes Qin Yi feel interesting is that the disciple is the highest among the disciples, and there has been a seventh rebuild in order to surprise him.

"This kid's memories of the past can not only be traced back to ancient times, but also inherited!"

Going back to the ancestors, combined with the root bones, Li Yuanli was afraid that he could clearly identify who was the genius of Taoism. Qin Yi glanced around and found that most of these disciples were spiritualists.

If there is more than ten years, there will be an eighth-level master.

"This is the teaching of the palm, teach you the tricks of spectroscopy, and you must cultivate well!"

"In the future, if you want to go out and slam the rivers and lakes, you will not only practice your skills, but also your sword!"

"The combination of the two goes hand in hand, that makes sense!"

Standing on the high platform, Li Yuanli cried out.

Each of the disciples below was serious, practicing sword skills, spending time, performing colorful on the stage, the sword light flying, amazing momentum.

"Yuan Li!"

Qin Yi stood aside and watched for a long while silently, after having probably understood all of this, he shouted.

Li Yuanli heard it, and then turned around to see Qin Yi. His complexion was sullen, and then it was visible to the naked eye.

"Teach the Lord!"

He almost used Fei and quickly came to Qin Yi.

"Great, you are finally back!"

This kind of enthusiasm, I do not know, thought how good the relationship between the two.

"You are doing well. These disciples are all outstanding."

Qin Yi nodded and praised.

He took out several cheats from his arms and threw them to Li Yuanli, who took it in excitement, knowing that this was the reward for the service.

Li Yuanli's cultivation talent is not as perverted as Qin Yi. For so many years, he has entered the eighth rehearsal, and his sword skills are not satisfactory. Although he also possesses some secret skills, he is totally inferior to several powerful sword tactics mastered by Qin Yi.

"Wang Shu Bingwu!"

"Jiuyou Que Hanjian!"

At a glance, Li Yuanli was already smiling like a flower.

He knew in his mind that these sword skills were the treasures of the town teaching practiced by Qionghua! If mastered, his strength should be able to leap again, the combat effectiveness is amazing!

"Does the chief come back this time and still go out?"

Li Yuanli quickly collected the cheats, coughed twice, and then asked seriously.

"I will stay for a while, and you will be responsible for everything in the door."

Qin Yi glanced at each other and said with a smile.

"Teach me, rest assured, leave everything to me, no problem!"

Li Yuanli loudly.

"Then leave it to you."

Qin Yi said indifferently, sweeping the disciples who had cast a curious look at this moment, then turned and left.

After returning to his room, Qin Yi was not without things to do.

He slowly took a book out of his arms. This book had been on him for more than ten years, but he still couldn't understand it.

On the cover of the booklet, there were crookedly written four words "Sword of the Flying Ape", which was given to him by Jing Tian before he left.

Over the past ten years, he has often read it, but always found nothing. Unlike other cheats, his realm can be easily understood. On the thin booklet, even the typefaces in it, he struggled.

Obviously it is a word, but it seems to be composed of several, dozens of words, and even hundreds of swords. It seemed extremely simple, but extremely difficult, and even his syllables could not be read.

Esoteric, mysterious and mysterious.

Careful again, one by one seeing each other, one by one, Qin Yi seemed to understand, but seemed to understand nothing.

This is like the feeling of a lifetime. It seems like I understand everything. It is like a waste of time. It is over.

With so many emotions, the big dream just woke up, and everyone knew it was hazy.

He was not attached, but he did not give up. He also went out every day to instruct his disciples to practice, practice swordsmanship, and practice swordsmanship. The time passed day by day.

At a glance, half a year passed.

On this day, Qin Yi, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes.

Outside the door, a young disciple in a green robe was running quickly with anxiety.

"Oh!"

The gate opened by itself, and the disciples of Qingpao entered immediately, and Qin Yi, who crossed his knees, quickly opened his mouth.

"Teacher, you have let our brothers and sisters keep close inspections, and we have information."

"Jiang Qing rushed back to Shushan anxiously yesterday."

"Also, the Shushan Xianjian School has made up its mind to take the lead in order to stop that deity from practicing magic skills and start the war!"

Qin Yi's eyes were sharp and bright. He slowly floated from the couch and stood on the ground.

"Tell Yuanli ~ www.novelhall.com ~ I'm going out."

As soon as the words fell, Qin Yi stepped out and the person disappeared into the room.

After a slight tilt, a sword light rose into the sky and disappeared instantly.

The gust of wind swept, Qin Yi walked on his sword, his face was cold and grim.

"Once upon a time, we sat down and talked as confidants."

"Today, you are in this trouble, how can I turn a blind eye."

"How can you just watch you step into **** like this?

The Jiang Qing incident finally started. Qin Yi knew very well that the friend's final end was that he died in the lock demon tower, his soul was blocked, and he could not survive. For the monks, this was countless times more than death.

He didn't want to see this ending.

"And Chang Hao! You and I should meet!"