The clouds and mountains are surrounded by fog, and the world is misty!

Ou Yangming stood on the grass, seemingly ordinary, but there was an ethereal aura overflowing. The windless automatic hem, the long flowing hair, and the sharp eyes.

"Today's Ruhai is very lively. ”

"Those who have a heart move randomly, and those who have no heart let themselves be free. ”

The wind, at first glance.

people, but tend to be calm.

On the top of the cliff, on the top of the cloud mountain, the fog gradually dispersed.

One person, standing proudly.

One person, proudly.

"What kind of person do you belong to?"

Ou Yangming looked at Jun Weiqing and asked very seriously.

Jun Weiqing, who still didn't show a trace of thought in the face of Ou Yangming, smiled, with a hint of arrogance in his smile: "Sir, didn't you already know?"

"I am not a person with a heart, nor am I a person who goes with the flow. ”

Weeds fly, but people are no longer an ordinary plant in the grass.

"I, I am not destined to be the person of this Confucian Sea. ”

It seems to be talking to itself, but with great pride.

"Because this little Confucian sea is not in my vision. ”

Hearing this, Ou Yangming smiled.

"The hidden dragon is in the abyss, the dragon soars into the sky, in a blink of an eye, ha. If you are not the man of the Confucian Sea, what role do you play in the inaction of the sword?"

"Ha, this is a strict duty, and you think I'm scheming on the monkey?"

Laughing, indifferent attitude, Jun Weiqing pouted disdainfully, still chic.

"For the little monkey, I like it so much, how can I harm him?"

"Like my apprentice?" ha, you can't help but look like this, do you really think that my eyes are cloudy?" Ou Yangming looked at the student in front of him, this student who was sharp today, and smiled.

"Do you really think that if you can do something, you can be disrespectful?"

When the words fell, the heavens and the earth suddenly appeared with music, but it was incomparably majestic, overwhelmingly pressing on Jun Weiqing.

Heaven and earth are clear, and the holy merit is silent.

In the center of the storm, Jun Weiqing is still calm.

"Sir, believe me, if I want to be unfavorable to him, he will not see you, so put away the power of this elder. Devil pattern, I have seen it, that noble breath, but I can imprint it on the little monkey. ”

"Ha, it's a very ancient magic pattern indeed. ”

Glancing at Jun Weiqing, Ou Yangming retracted his momentum.

"Sure enough, the hidden dragon came out of the abyss and couldn't hold it down. ”

After saying that, he turned to look behind him.

Behind her, Feng'er ran over with an anxious face, and didn't seem to see the oppressive atmosphere here.

Before I even walked in, the anxious emotions had already been heard. "Sir, get up and take a look at Xiao Wuwei, he seems to be very uncomfortable. ”

"Huh?"

Frowning slightly, Ou Yangming and Jun Weiqing glanced at each other, and in an instant, they had already come to the room where Jian Wuwei was placed.

In this matter, Wu Tongzheng looked at Jian Wuwei with a cautious face, and the moment the two appeared, the long sword flashed.

"Don't be nervous, it's me. ”

The two figures were extremely fast, one didn't stop, didn't even look at Wu Tong, and went straight to Jian Wuwei, the other gently pressed Wu Tong's sword hilt and shook his head.

But it is not clear.

Wu Tong breathed a sigh of relief, the long sword was withdrawn, and then his face changed, and he hurriedly said, "Be careful!"

Here, Ou Yangming had already come to Jian Wuwei's side, but before he could get close, a sword aura was lightly haired and came straight towards him!

Seeing this, Ou Yangming flicked his fingertips and blocked the sword qi outside.

It's just that he never dared to approach again.

"This demon pattern seems to be protecting this stinky boy? Could it be that he is really a member of the demon race?"

Puzzled, Ou Yangming no longer approached, but looking at the pain on Jian Wuwei's face, a wave of anger emerged from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't say why.

"My friend is a person from the Daomen, and I have known each other for many years and will definitely not deceive me, this stinky boy must be his grandson, but why is this magic pattern ....... ”

Contemplative, incomprehensible.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation in my ears.

"Huh, it looks like you're ...... Engraving and passing on the power!"

I don't know when, Jun Weiqing has come to the front.

Looking at the magic patterns shining on Jian Wuwei's face, he couldn't help but think of the situation he had seen described in the book a long time ago.

According to legend, even if it is an ordinary high-level demon race, it is a secret trick of the demon race that has never had the opportunity to learn - the heavenly demon has no inheritance!"

Hearing this, Ou Yangming also frowned.

"It is rumored that the tricks of forcibly engrave martial arts in the mind, the tricks have been engraved with magic patterns, and the recipient of the gong is suitable to accept the transmission of the gong, and the magic pattern will disappear!

"It's ....... ”

There was no solution, Ou Yangming looked at Jian Wuwei with a painful face, a little surprised, a little worried, and a little relieved.

"Ha, this is really a good discovery, at least, the little monkey doesn't know the origin of this magic pattern, otherwise he wouldn't be so resistant, but now we can't interfere. ”

"After all, consciousness is always the most vulnerable place for people. ”

Jun Weiqing narrowed his eyes slightly, and the essence in his eyes flashed.

When Ou Yangming heard this, he turned around and glanced at Jun Weiqing, and warned: "Put away your calculations, my disciple is really a person from the demon race, and he is also my disciple." ”

"Ha, sir, I misunderstood. ”

With a chuckle, Jun Weiqing said: "I'm just curious, this powerful magic pattern, the little monkey has a lot of origins, but why can he be favored by Mr., and he has a strong Taoist skill." ”

Dao Gong? Ha!

"I know the source of Dao Gong, but this magic pattern, help him get through it first and then ask. ”、

"Oh, sir, there's a way?"

When the words fell, I saw Ou Yangming beckoning slightly, and the jade flute on Jian Wuwei's waist suddenly burst into Qingyin holy music, and the sound waves were layered on top of each other, approaching the depths of Jian Wuwei's consciousness!

And in the rhythm, there are implied moves!

"Ha, sir, it's amazing. ”

The sound is clear, the holy air rises, and Jun Weiqing is amazed.

Dark consciousness heaven and earth, demonic atmosphere rage!

Jian Wuwei silently stared at the afterimage in front of him, trying to see it clearly, but he couldn't see the outline, as if this person had never appeared in his eyes.

However, that powerful demonic qi and exquisite sword moves were indeed unprecedented shock!

"Hahaha, hahahaha!"

Wild laughter, deafening.

The sword intent is extremely arrogant in the depths of consciousness.

Gradually, Jian Wuwei saw clearly, although there was no outline, he saw a cloth dress, which was unremarkable.

"Who the hell are you!"

Why, it will appear in my consciousness!

Jian Wuwei stared at the person in front of him, extremely dignified.

However, the man didn't seem to want to communicate with him more, and only approached step by step, until he was three steps away from Jian Wuwei.

It's so close, but Jian Wuwei still can't see his face clearly, strange feeling, inexplicably terrifying!

Suddenly, the sword rises!

The man raised his hand and attacked! Pointing directly at the sword Wuwei eyebrows!

Seeing this, Jian Wuwei hurriedly dodged.

Although he was surprised, his vigilance was not solved, and at the same time, the sword move was quickly released.

The consciousness space, cultivation seems to have returned to a long time ago, standing proudly at the peak!

The sword light flashes, and the sword intent fights!

One wrong body, more than 100 moves, the intention does not stop!

Jian Wuwei frowned, turned around slowly, looked at the cloth-clothed swordman, and found that he seemed to move entirely by his mind, and his moves were rigid, as if a person was drawn in a book.

"This doesn't feel real?"

Before he could think about it, the space was turbulent, and it seemed that the sword intent clash just now had already hurt Jian Wuwei's own consciousness.

"That's not good. ”

Feeling that his consciousness was turbulent, Jian Wuwei frowned slightly. It was the first time he had come across this kind of being that could penetrate into the consciousness of others.

"Hahaha, hahahahahaha!"

The wild laughter continued, and the figure didn't seem to expect that there was a person in Jian Wuwei's consciousness with extraordinary strength!

"Your life is in danger, accept me, I can make you extremely powerful! I can help you experience the feeling of the pinnacle of swordsmanship, as long as you accept me!"

It was as if the devil whispered, whispered in the ear, and tempted in the heart.

The figure spoke for the first time, but Jian Wuwei was even more puzzled, because he felt that what this figure said seemed to be the same as his laughter, as if it had been rehearsed in advance.

"Hah!"

A chuckle.

"In my consciousness, how can I use you to tell me what the pinnacle of kendo is!"

When the words fell, the sword was arrogant, regardless of the fragility of consciousness, with a flick of his fingers, the long sword appeared!

The figure didn't seem to realize that this was going to be the case, and fell silent for a moment.

Randomly, a sword of madness, it appeared!

I saw that sword, heavy, broad, domineering! blood-red color, simple sword body!

"Come, Jian Wuwei has learned!"

The words fell, and the figures were staggered again.

This time, completely different sword ways clashed, completely different moves collided, and completely different sword intents collided!

It seems that he has forgotten why, and he is fighting another person in his own consciousness.

It seems that he has forgotten why he is in the consciousness of others and forcibly invades the consciousness of others.

Only, sword and sword.

Until, the two figures faded away.

Only two swords remain, and in consciousness, they shine brightly!

Just as his consciousness was about to shatter, a clear voice came in.

Random, Confucian moves drills.

It seems, in this small consciousness, another figure rushed in. However, he was not as vivid as the two before, just standing there, playing a faint flute.

Then, spring returns to the earth.

The consciousness that is about to be shattered is slowly repaired. And the sound waves turned into shapes, turning into an elegant person, silently practicing moves.

Gradually, Jian Wuwei's body resurfaced, first confused, and then silently turned his head!

The inexplicable swordsman also slowly emerged. Frowning slightly, Jian Wuwei slowly raised the sword in his hand and was about to rush again.

But at this moment, a sound and shadow floated by!

"The Confucian style shook the world, and the gentleman appeared to shake the mountains and rivers. The ethereal white feather fan of Yushan is a literati who wanders the world and the world. ”

"My disciple, don't wake up yet!"

"Confucian Shengyao, Qingyin locks the sky!"

Heaven and earth will be clean again.