After two days of boring teaching, Chen Moyang finally couldn't stand it, although there was a beautiful tutor who was really eye-catching, but the content of Nuolan's lecture made Chen Moyang really not much interested.

In the past two days, Nuo Lan only talked about some of her cultivation experience and the use of spiritual power in her body, which for Chen Moyang, has long been something that the fog spirit has said many times.

Finally, after thinking about all the possible consequences, Chen Moyang coughed and interrupted the woman who was talking eloquently. "That, Mentor Nuolan, can I take a leave of absence?"

Squinting slightly, Nuo Lan glanced at the young man, pretending not to hear, and continued to talk about the lesson. Seeing that the woman deliberately ignored herself, Chen Moyang was a little embarrassed, stood up directly, and walked to the woman's side.

"Oh, Moyang little genius, what's wrong, what's the matter?"

Looking at the woman who pretended to see him, Chen Moyang tightened his teeth and said in a low voice: "Mentor Nuolan, I wonder if I can take two days off?"

"Two days! Moyang little genius, in my place, leave is not so easy to ask, and, what is your reason for asking for leave?" deliberately aggravated the tone of those two words, Chen Moyang already felt the slightest hint of danger in the woman's voice.

"That, is cultivation counted?" Chen Moyang, who had been somewhat suppressed by the woman, swallowed his saliva and said weakly.

"Practice, little guy, you mean that the teacher doesn't teach you well, so you still need to practice alone!" Gently resting his white palm on the young man's shoulder, Nuo Lan's water attribute spiritual power in his body secretly exerted force, and a pure cold air slowly penetrated into his skin through his clothes.

Shivering, Chen Moyang already felt that his entire shoulder was a little numb from the cold, but he didn't dare to resist. Well, it's not that you don't dare, it's useless to resist, this woman has the strength of a spirit general.

With a flattering smile on his face, the ninja was cold, and gently put his palm on the woman's small hand, and rubbed it without a trace, making Nuo Lanqiao's face flush directly, and he took his hand away directly, and the chill also dissipated.

Looking at pretending to have done nothing, Nuo Lan secretly clenched his small fist. "Tutor Nuolan, I promise, as long as you grant me leave, I will definitely help our class win glory in the freshman competition. Chen Moyang couldn't see that it was hard, so he had to give in, with a righteous face, he raised three fingers and said.

"Oh?!Little guy, the oath is not so easy to make, you can't do it, you have to think about the consequences!Now, I'll give you another chance, this leave, do you still want it?!" Nuo Lan gently rubbed his delicate fingers and said softly.

Chen Moyang was already riding a tiger at this time, nodded his head, and said seriously: "Please!"

Looking at the young man's serious look, Nuo Lan sighed, she already knew the stubborn temper of this little guy, "Okay, then I will grant you leave, if you disappoint the teacher at that time, don't blame the teacher for being unkind to you." ”

Watching the woman say a cruel word, Chen Moyang's back broke out in a slight cold sweat, and he muttered in his heart: "This woman looks soft and weak, but it's not polite to start." Wait, wait for my master, I am stronger than you, and I will definitely let you kneel on the ground and sing conquest. ”

He Shirou explained, and then ran away in a panic, the woman's cannibalistic eyes really made him a little unbearable.

After flying for a while, he finally found a satisfactory place, and Chen Moyang drilled over. It is a small waterfall surrounded by lush forests, and a milky way cascade tumbles down from the summit with a loud rumbling sound, and finally smashes into the mountain rocks, splashing the sky with mist.

Deep in the mountains of Maple Academy, there are dense forests and rocks everywhere, coupled with the aura that is obviously much richer than the outside world, it is definitely a good place for cultivators to cultivate, but there are very few people who have the opportunity to come here to cultivate.

Chen Moyang found a calm place, slowly meditated, and the knot that had already formed muscle memory appeared on his chest, and suddenly, the aura of the outside world seemed to be affected by some force, and quickly advanced towards the source of the force. The rich aura slowly formed a milky white gas under the action of the spiritual decision, pouring into the meridians, and every time this gas poured in, Chen Moyang's breath would be stronger.

In the middle of the sound, Chen Moyang's handprint suddenly changed, and the influx of spiritual energy slowly slowed down, and then dissipated into the air. He exhaled turbidity, slowly opened his eyes, and a fine light suddenly flashed.

"Yes, I already feel that you are getting closer and closer to the late stage of the Life Soul Realm, and after you enter the late stage of the Life Soul Realm, you will take that Realm Breaking Pill and directly enter the Earth Soul Realm. Fifteen-year-old Earth Soul Realm, hahahaha, this is my apprentice of the Mist Spirit Sect. The illusory soul body of the fog spirit floated out, sensed it, and laughed.

Nodding, Chen Moyang was also a little happy, every time his strength increased, it meant that he was one step closer to finding out the truth.

Close your eyes and think back to the information that went into your memory. "Lion and Tiger Roar, Sonic Martial Arts, Level: Spirit Level Intermediate, Lion and Tiger Roar, Shocking Heaven and Earth, Ten Thousand Beasts Surrender, Those who cultivate to the Great Perfection can open mountains and break stones. ”

Although this martial art is only at the intermediate level of the spirit level, the sonic martial art is already rare, and it is directly aimed at the human spirit to launch an attack, if Chen Moyang's cultivation is successful, it will undoubtedly make his strength skyrocket in a short time, however, if he wants to find the way to this martial art within two days, with Chen Moyang's talent, even with the help of the fog spirit, it is not easy.

Of course, for ordinary people, the intermediate martial arts of the spirit level may not be seen in a lifetime, this kind of thing, but ordinary people can stand out among their peers if they have something, but in Maple Academy, this is obviously not suitable.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Moyang recalled the unique way of spiritual power operation of the lion and tiger roar, and was ready to try it. The spirit was running quickly, and the unique milky white spiritual power slowly gathered from the meridians towards the throat.

When he felt that the spiritual power was enough to use, Chen Moyang roared in his heart: "The lion and tiger roar!"

"Roar... , cough, cough, cough. ”

Before Chen Moyang could roar, he coughed violently due to excessive force. Swallowing vigorously and moistening his hot throat, Chen Moyang made a bitter face and said, "What is this, I almost didn't cough to death!"

The mist spirit twitched violently on the side, it was forcibly enduring something. Finally, the fog spirit couldn't help it, and a burst of laughter suddenly rang out on the mountain peak.

"Laugh, laugh your teeth out of laughter!" muttered hatefully, Chen Moyang rolled his eyes, ignored the old man who was disrespectful to the old man, and secretly pondered to himself.

...

A day later, on a rock below the waterfall, a blue-robed young man was blushing with his mouth open, and let out a low roar, his roar was quite strange, like a tiger and a lion, echoing in this small mountain stream, and then overlapping with the sound of the waterfall falling, shaking the surface of the lake into a circle of ripples.

Chen Moyang, who had a thick throat and couldn't roar, lay his body backwards, and the hot feeling made him swallow his saliva constantly.

"Come, open your mouth!"

Mist Ling took a small porcelain bottle at the right time, and slowly poured the dark green liquid inside into the young man's mouth. Under the effect of the liquid, the hot feeling suddenly eased a lot, and Chen Moyang's face became soothed.

"Old man, you have a really good effect with throat tea. Slightly relaxed, Chen Moyang watched the old man put away the small porcelain vase and said softly.

"Moisten your head, but also throat tea, this is a second-grade pill, Liangdan, but I turned it into a mountain spring, don't look like you don't know, but also throat tea, your throat tea has this effect." Rolling his eyes, the misty spirit retorted loudly.

"No, it's not it, it's so loud. Muttering, Chen Moyang sighed and said, "This damn lion and tiger roar is too difficult to cultivate, I've been roaring for so long, I don't know how many times my voice has been dumb, but it's still like this, it can be used to attack?!"

Listening to the young man's obviously hoarse voice, Wu Ling said with a smile: "Stinky boy, yes, it's only been a long time, and I can barely imitate the howling sound of the lion and tiger, which is already good, as long as you practice diligently, plus the help of your master and me, sooner or later you will be able to control the strength and practice this martial art." ”

"Old man, you don't have a backache when you stand and talk, I have been imitating for so long, I don't know how many times I have been hoarse, and fortunately I have your throat tea, oh no, it's Liangdan, otherwise I will become dumb!" Grabbing his throat, which had begun to hurt, Chen Moyang stood up, picked up the small porcelain bottle from the fog spirit's hand, and poured it again.

With a cough, Chen Moyang hurriedly used his spiritual power to maintain the medicinal power near his throat and repair the damage. For a moment, feeling the hot pain that had already dissipated, although Chen Moyang had used it a few times, he was surprised by the medicinal power of Liang Dan, and at this moment, he couldn't wait to look forward to the scene where he would become a medicine master in the future.

"At that time, you must not be drunk with money, and you will live a chic life!" Thinking about the future scene, Chen Moyang showed a smirk on his face.

"Stinky boy, what are you thinking about again, is your voice better, if you are okay, hurry up and cultivate!" Before Chen Moyang could think further, the fog spirit kicked the latter's ass.

Glancing at his cheap master, Chen Moyang shook his head, shook off the unrealistic idea, grinned, and then took a long breath of the moist air in the air, and after a while, the strange roar burst out of Chen Moyang's mouth again, and finally turned into a circle of invisible ripples, with Chen Moyang as the center, slowly spreading out to the surrounding lake.

Under the cathartic waterfall, the roar is covered by the sound of the waterfall falling and echoing in the mountain stream, but it has a more powerful and coercive feeling.

When the boy was born, the tiger roared in the forest!