Chapter Forty-Seven: The Law That Silences the Monument
The stone chewed something in his mouth, turned his head to look at the people staring at him, withdrew his right hand on the small monument, scratched it on the smooth head, and rose directly into the air, jumping to nine zhang seven, one hand bun, the other hand chicken legs, just like that, the greasy word stone appeared at the top of all the names.
After landing, the stone walked straight to Zhang Yan and Qing Yi's side, and such a windy action stunned everyone present, even the viewers in the outside world were ignorant.
Xiao Wuding, who was in mid-air, saw the scene in front of him, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and a voice that could only be heard by him sounded, "That guy gave birth to a good son, it's exactly the same, hehe!"
Zhang Yan came back to his senses first, stretched out his right hand to support Qing Yi's wide open mouth on the side, closed it gently, and said, "Come back to your senses, Qing Yi, hurry up, it's your turn!"
Qing Yi, who was pushed to the side of the small road monument, turned his head and glared at Zhang Yan fiercely, then stretched out his hands to straighten his clothes and hairstyle, and then put his right hand on the small road monument.
"Ding Dong, Refining City Qingyi Chuang Xuan-level mid-grade exercises-Wind Spirit. "Second only to the stone's "Big Mouth Eats Quartet", ranked second in the ranks, Qing Yi, who was in the limelight, naturally did not forget to provoke the disciples of the Great Dream Sect, and when he rose directly into the air, he danced the sword and carved the words with his right hand, clenched his fist with his left hand, raised his ring finger, and waved it heavily towards the refining city.
At this time, the disciples of the Great Dream Sect were naturally angry, so they were constantly scolding, of course, they were all disciples of the Four Holy Lands, and they were all live broadcasts of the whole human race, so naturally they would not be like shrews scolding the street, so what came out of their mouths were elegant words.
Qing Yi doesn't care how "elegant" and "fresh" the other party's words are, as long as he is cool in his eyes, he cares about him, so the louder the voice of the disciple of the Great Dream Sect, the better his mood.
This didn't laugh loudly, and waved his hand to greet the disciples of the Great Dream Sect as he walked.
Suddenly, the scene was hot! The disciples on the field came and went, saliva was surging, and there was a person in the air who was not afraid of adding firewood to the fire, "Hello audience friends, I will insert a day's emergency information for everyone, just now the master of the Great Dream Gate gave me a breather, let me stop the "two parties" a little, yes! It is a conflict between the disciples of the two parties.
Take a look, look at how well people dream of waking up and how the owner of the door is deeply aware of the righteousness, taking into account the overall situation, and being above board...... Then I can only stand on the side of justice!"
As soon as this sentence came out, the whole face of the Great Dream Gate in the outside world was drooping and his eyebrows were furrowed, while on the other side, the refining city was dancing with his eyebrows flying and his face full of spring.
"A group of little rabbit cubs, do whatever you want to do for me, do what you have the ability to do him, and shrink it for me if you don't have the ability, be honest. His grandmother's is not forcing cultural people to go crazy!" Xiao Wuding pulled the collar with his right hand and scolded.
The voice was so loud that it shocked the audience, Zhang Yan stood in the crowd and looked at Xiao Wuding in the air, he was stunned by this one at that time, and he couldn't help muttering in his mouth, "This is a white face, a black face is proficient, it's really stinky, it's invincible in the world!"
All the participating disciples must have this in their hearts, but only Zhang Yan said it without fear of death, and the scene suddenly quieted down.
At this time, Zhang Yan still didn't know what was going on, but he had no choice but to stiffen his head.
Under the strange eyes of everyone, Zhang Yan approached the small dao monument step by step, opened his five fingers, printed on the stone tablet, and his self-created exercises appeared in his mind.
A feeling that something had been taken out of his body swelled up, and at the same time, Zhang Yan looked up at the Xiaodao Monument and found that his name had appeared on the Stone Tablet, and there was no sound coming from the Xiaodao Monument.
Many people watching were puzzled, not to mention Zhang Yan, who was the protagonist of the matter.
But Xiao Wuding, who was standing in mid-air, only glanced at Zhang Yan a little bit, and then said, "Next!"
Zhang Yan silently withdrew his hand, frowned, turned around and walked towards the camp of Refining City with his head down.
Standing on the stone in the camp of Refining City, Qing Yi and the two stretched out their hands to hug Zhang Yan at the same time, comforting them, but Zhang Yan only responded with a "um" word, and his body was already sitting cross-legged on the ground, and his mind sank into the dream realm.
And this matter is just a splash of water in a big wave for everyone, insignificant, they only care about whose name appears at the top.
This is human nature, people only remember who the first is, and the second, third, will never appear in people's memory.
So the test is still continuing, and people from the outside world are still watching and discussing, but Zhang Yan's name is missing.
But the shadow hidden in the shadow kept staring at only Zhang Yan, a beggar lying in the corner of the Ten Thousand Instruments City kept muttering to himself, but what was reflected in his eyes was Zhang Yan's figure, and the same was true of the eyes of the main people in the Refining Weapon City, no one knew what the vision on the small road monument meant, but the world seemed to have become a little different from this moment.
And in the void, in a palace made of silk threads, there is a mysterious figure, today, after spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face changed greatly, and his figure was about to break through the air, but a tall figure appeared in front of him, and said, "Old friend, I have a pot of good wine, I want you to taste it!"
Zhang Yan squatted next to the metal piece in the dream world, smiling and caressing the metal piece affectionately.
"Get out of the way, I get goosebumps all over my body and my stomach rolls when I see your expression...... Wait, wait, vomit!Quickly move your face away!" Xiao Huang's figure appeared, one hand covering his stomach, one hand pressed into the air, and he lowered his head and vomited.
Zhang Yan glanced at Xiao Huang's appearance, and the green tendons on his head exploded in many places, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was still there, isn't this a request for Ling, as the old saying goes, "Reach out and don't hit the smiling person!" So he can only accompany the smiling face like a grandson, and he is humble!
"Brother Huang, Uncle Huang, Uncle Huang, you see that some time ago, you worked hard for me, and you shouldn't have bothered you, but isn't there no way to do it? I can only come to you with a clear conscience. Zhang Yan said cautiously, a fan transformed by spiritual power in his hand kept shaking.
"Okay, put away your ugly face! There is a great power in ancient times who said it well! It's really a mother with milk, it's not wrong at all, so what difficulties did you encounter this time?" Xiao Huang said with a disgusted face, and pushed away the fan in Zhang Yan's hand with his hand.
Zhang Yan immediately threw the fan back, the fan collapsed in the air and disappeared, his hands were clenched, and he said,
"Didn't I create a practice by myself? I just think Uncle Xiaohuang, you have lived for a long time, you must be well-informed, don't you want to see what level of my exercise is?"
Then, Zhang Yan's right hand was raised, and with a wave, an exercise condensed out, and he stood in the void.
Xiao Huang detached from the metal sheet, slowly walked to the bottom of the exercise, and looked at it carefully, his face was as flat as water. Zhang Yan stood aside and looked at the look on Xiao Huang's face, and his heart was up and down, and he was very chaotic for a while.
"Zhang Yan, when I first talk about the level of this exercise, can you tell me why you created the foundation and principle of this exercise?" Xiao Huang turned to stare at Zhang Yan's eyes and asked word by word,
Zhang Yan sorted out his thoughts a little, and said, "Since the name of this exercise is Lei Lian, the foundation of this exercise is to lead thunder into the body and temper the whole body, this is the inspiration I got from practicing the ancient body practice, the principle is that when I was cultivating, I found that thunder and lightning can stimulate the growth of flesh and blood strength, and some impurities in the body can be easily destroyed by thunder and lightning." ”
"Stop, then do you know that these thunderbolts can easily destroy the body of a person who has just come into contact with cultivation? Then do you know that the physical practice method has declined now? Then do you know how many resources are needed to cultivate this exercise?" Xiao Huang's mouth was like a machine gun at this time, and the three questions of "Sudden Burst" came out in an instant, and he asked while facing Zhang Yan with his head against him.
And Xiao Huang's words pierced the confused darkness in Zhang Yan's heart like a bolt of lightning, he grabbed Xiao Huang's hands tightly, his face was crazy, his eyes were spewing out with a scorching divine light, and he muttered in his mouth, "You said that cultivating this exercise requires a lot of resources, you said that cultivating this exercise requires a lot of resources, I know, I know, it can be cultivated, it can be cultivated!"
At the end, Zhang Yan opened his arms, raised his head to the sky and roared, and his figure disappeared into the dream world. The little yellow mouth behind him opened slightly, and what he wanted to say was not spoken.
After his mind returned to his body, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the people around him looking at him with neurotic eyes, and the stone and Qingyi were bending down and quietly slipping towards the periphery of the crowd.
"Stone, Qingyi, my exercises can be cultivated!" Zhang Yan stopped the two people who were about to slip away, at this time one of the two of them was still stepping outward, and they didn't know whether to put it down or continue for a while, and in the end, Qingyi pulled the stone out of the encirclement from everyone's weird eyes.
When Shi Shi and Qing Yi returned to Zhang Yan's side, he noticed that the surrounding atmosphere was a little weird and wrong, so he asked, "Shishi, what happened just now, why are everyone else looking like this?"
In this way, the honest and honest stone opened his mouth and said, "Zhang Yan, in fact, nothing happened, that is, didn't you meditate and cultivate just now, Qingyi was sitting next to him, who knows...... Who knew that you grabbed Qingyi's hand and returned that!"
Zhang Yan was confused, and asked involuntarily, "Which one is that?"
As soon as the stone heard this, he quickly patted his head, raised his hands, put his left hand on his right hand, and this thunderbolt on a sunny day made Zhang Yan from head to toe, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and said with a stumbling mouth, "Stone, no, it won't be me, it's what I think!"
At this time, I saw Shi Meng nodding again and again, and Qing Yi on the side was still twisting his body, and he gave a little shy, Zhang Yan exploded in an instant, and kicked directly on Qing Yi's buttocks.
So Qing Yi flew, and his voice came halfway, "Zhang Yan, your uncle!", it was really sad for those who heard it, and tears for those who listened.
"Ding Dong, Huang Lang of the Great Dream Gate has created nine changes in the spiritual tide of the Xuan-level high-grade exercises!" A familiar figure rose into the air, the sword in his hand fell on the small road monument, and "Huang Lang" appeared under the "stone".