In spring, the scenery is empty, a hundred flowers bloom, everything recovers, and endless vitality emanates. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info this, which Yang Yuanhao loves very much. As a result, his mansion is surrounded by new trees, and there is also a garden in the courtyard. The energy array of his mansion is based on this.

Yang Yuanhao held the rusty beads he saw on the street stall in both hands, and he was puzzled in his heart.

"How so? How is there no trace of induction. It felt right, like, Reiki. His mind moved, and he put the beads on the table, and in his hand he knotted a strange magic seal, which attracted the spirit.

Spiritual induction, spiritual realm cultivators must practice the sealing method. The so-called spiritual position, leading the aura of heaven and earth into the body, wandering the internal organs and veins, removing the doubtful debris of the mortal realm quenching the body, and then excreting from the body, and finally through the meridians to melt into the dantian, and the vitality of it is fused, forming a "yin and yang qi" in the dantian, that is, the foundation is complete. And "inducing spirit" is to refine pure aura in the air full of impurities, and the higher the cultivation, the purer the aura.

Yang Yuanhao formed the method of attracting spirits, and the extremely spiritual heaven and earth energy surrounded his body. Then, his handprint changed slightly, and the aura of the Dao burrowed into the rusty beads one by one.

"Buzz".

A hum came from the bead. As the aura gradually entered, the bead emitted a kind of light, gradually shining as bright as the sun, piercing people's eyes.

"Boom".

Thinking of it in a low muffled voice, the bead shook violently, and the transmission of spiritual energy was suddenly interrupted, and Yang Yuanhao couldn't help but snort and hurriedly put away the seal knot.

After the aura was interrupted, the light emitted gradually disappeared, the beads slowly softened, and finally turned into a blue light, which had to drill into Yang Yuanhao's brow.

"Ah......" Yang Yuanhao's eyes darkened and he fainted.

When Yang Yuanhao woke up, it was already night. He opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed, a blue figure drinking from a glass of water at the table.

"Wake up." The blue figure seemed to feel it, turned around, and looked at Yang Yuanhao, seeing that his face was Zhao Wuchang. "How could you be lying on the ground."

Yang Yuanhao glanced at Zhao Wuchang and shook his head. He remembered that he channeled the aura into the orb, and eventually the orb turned into a blue light and burrowed into his brain, and then fell asleep. In between the slumbers, it seems to sit in a dream, in which a word is mentioned, gimmicks.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" A loud voice dragged Yang Yuanhao out of his memory.

"It's fine." He replied lightly.

"Huh! By the way, I heard that you had some conflicts with Guo Lin, and you also hurt him. Hehe, that's funny. Zhao Wuchang stood up and asked.

"Guo Lin?"

"Oh! It's the boy you stabbed in the arm. ”

"How do you know, his name is Guo Lin." Yang Yuanhao looked at him with suspicious eyes.

"Hehe, don't look at me like that. Now the grapevine is there. It is said that he is a member of the Three Great Empires of the Sword Country, and he is also the Emperor of the Empire, the second son of the Sword Venerable. Oh, it may be that the future lord of a country was injured by you, what a miracle. Zhao Wuchang said with a smile, with a hint of schadenfreude on his face.

"He provoked me first." Yang Yuanhao held on to the corner of the bed, stood up, walked to the table and sat down. "If he still comes to provoke me again, I don't mind letting an empire have one less heir, regardless of his backstage, whether it is or not, Sword Venerable."

Looking at Yang Yuanhao's face glowing with cold light, Zhao Wuchang smiled helplessly. I only hope that Guo Lin can know what is good and bad, otherwise, maybe the country of the sword will really have one less successor.

The moon is no longer so dark. Hanging high in the air, the cold color shines on people's hearts. The wind is still blowing gently.

The Luoyun Mountain Range is the Yuan Beast Mountain Range closest to Fengcheng. Located in the east, the Yuan Beasts in it are powerful, and there is no shortage of powerful Yuan Beasts with respect for the body realm.

The Yuan Beast, a beast that survives by devouring the Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth, can practice like a human. Among them, there are also some extremely powerful primordial beasts that can speak, and even turn into human form. The Yuan Beast ranks are divided into one to nine levels. The first-order primordial beast is equivalent to the human level, the mortal realm.

"Bang".

Near the Luoyun Mountain Range, a huge black shadow fell to the ground, and a slender figure landed on the huge black shadow, panting continuously.

Yang Yuanhao wiped the blood on the dagger with his hand and looked at the Yuan Beast under his feet.

"Whew! Sure enough, it was still a bit difficult to kill the second-order primordial beast. It seems that there is a need to practice a kind of exercise, and the previous one is no longer enough. He muttered to himself. The knife fell, and a red prismatic crystal was dug out of the head of the Yuan Beast by Yang Yuanhao. It was the Yuan Crystal, and only the Yuan Beast that was strong enough existed.

Yang Yuanhao put away Yuanjing and looked at the dagger. One word comes to mind, gimmick.

After Zhao Wuchang left, he had seriously cracked that light, which was actually a cultivation method, about another profession, a pattern copying master.

Pattern Painter, another extremely prosperous profession in the Yuansheng Continent. Although they did not possess the same powerful cultivation as a large number of cultivators, they were one of the hundred ordinary cultivators. Their cultivation method is not the body, but the soul.

Soul, also known as Yuan Soul. If the soul of a cultivator or even the root of a person disappears, then it means that the person or cultivator is dead. For the Pattern Painter, the Yuan Soul is even more important. They have a unique means of using a large amount of aura to refine their souls, and use the power of the soul to engrave a pattern on some artifacts and magic circles, and then refine them with essence blood, which will play a great additional role and make these artifacts and magic circles more powerful. The strength of the amplification depends entirely on the strength of a Copyist. The Pattern Masters can also be described as Inscription Array Masters, because they add another magic circle to these artifacts and magic circles to increase their amplification. And they can all be inscribed with circles.

The Pattern Master can be divided into four levels: the Mortal Rank, the Spirit Rank, the King Rank, and the Holy Rank. The gap between each level is like a chasm. Of course, not everyone can become a copyist, it needs to have a high level of talent and strong soul power.

"The Copyist." Yang Yuanhao whispered. Tuck the dagger at your waist, tap your toes, and fly towards the city.

"If I can become a copyist, maybe I will have one more means to save my life, and I will be even more powerful......"

The early sun rises and wakes up all things that are asleep.

Yang Yuanhao walked in his garden, looking at the purple and red, the petals were dotted with early morning dew, which was really beautiful.

He gently stroked the dew on the petals, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, and smelled a faint fragrance, which may be the smell of the petals, or it may be the unique smell of the aura in the dew droplets.

After a night of soul tempering, he felt that his spiritual sense was more keen, and the things in front of him were incomparably clear.

However, he was stunned that he did not touch the door with a trace of the pattern. Eventually, he was relieved. The refining of the pattern master comes from the aura of heaven and earth, and maybe you will get something by feeling it.

"Boom".

A powerful force spread in the distance, although it was far away, but a night of soul refining also had a certain effect. In that energy there was a fluctuation that he was very familiar with, aura. Someone broke through the spiritual realm.

"Is it Xi Meiji?" Yang Yuanhao looked at the direction where the energy came from and muttered in a low voice. Suddenly, he turned his head abruptly and said coldly, "What person?" ”

"Chatter, worthy of being an invisible son, the old man has just come here, and before he can put away his vitality, he was discovered. It's really shameless! Out of the courtyard in the west, a dark shadow gradually emerged, and its face could not be seen clearly, but the hoarse voice could be judged to be an old man.

"Who are you?" Yang Yuanhao's eyes were already a little cold. The palms of his hands were clenched tightly, and there was cold sweat on his forehead, because he found that the old man in front of him was terrifyingly strong, and he was not something he could compete with now.

"Babble, who is the old decay? You don't need to know, I think we'll meet, my host has a lot of interest in you! Looking at Yang Yuanhao, who was tense, the old man smiled. No, I won't be shooting at you for a while. Yang clan, young patriarch? ”

"Who are you?" Yang Yuanhao was shocked in his heart and shouted loudly. Pulling out the dagger at his waist, he instantly covered the dagger with vitality in his hand, and then stabbed at the old man with a "whoosh".

Seeing this, the old man flicked his fingers, and a dark vitality slammed into the flying dagger. The dagger broke in an instant between collisions and fell weakly to the ground. The old man waved again, and a vitality was refined towards Yang Yuanhao, although Yang Yuanhao could be said to have some strength, but in front of the old man, he was an ant. He couldn't dodge it, and slammed it into his chest. Yang Yuanhao spit out a mouthful of blood with a "poof", and his face turned pale.

"Don't worry, young patriarch. One day, you and I will really fight each other. At that time, the old man will no longer show mercy to his subordinates, chattering...... "The old man's arm moved, and a black mist wrapped him, and finally gradually disappeared.

Yang Yuanhao stood up shaky, wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, stared at the place where the old man disappeared, and his eyes became even more awe-inspiring. I made up my mind that I must become a copyist, so that I will be stronger

"No matter who you are, one day, I will trample you under my feet......"

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