One day, one month, one year...... It wasn't until more than a hundred years later that Yang Yi was able to pinch out all the fingers and recite all the mantras in six hours, like a purple-robed monk. The purple-robed monk who had been standing quietly for more than 100 years www.biquge.info pen "Fun" Pavilion finally began to move. He stretched out his palms and legs, and assumed all kinds of weird and mysterious poses. Dazzling purple light bloomed from the purple-robed monk's body, and the spiritual power of wind and fire flowed regularly in his various meridians, causing the entire space to produce a mysterious rhythm.

After six hours as usual, the purple-robed monk stopped and looked at Yang Yi. Yang Yi did not immediately imitate the actions made by the purple-robed monk, but recalled and thought about the purple-robed monk's spiritual power operation route. It was only after a long time that he began to imitate the purple-robed monk's first pose. The posture made by the purple-robed monk looked extremely simple, and there was nothing technical to speak of. But Yang Yi was extremely difficult to do, and he tried hundreds of times before he could barely make the first pose. It's a pity that Yang Yi doesn't have spiritual power in his body, he just has his form, and he still needs to continue to practice the first posture.

After more than three hundred years, Yang Yi was able to pose all the postures of the purple-robed monk in six hours, and the spiritual power in his body could also operate correctly. The purple-robed monk, who had remained still for more than three hundred years, finally made a new move. He grabbed the void with one hand, and a purple feather fan was held in his hand. The other hand was held up, and a purple gourd appeared on the surface of his palm. The purple-robed monk gently fanned the feather fan in a mysterious rhythm, and the wind and fire spiritual power in his body poured into the feather fan through strange circuits. At the same time, countless star phantoms appeared in the void, and a strange fire and a shaped wind flew out of the purple gourd and entered the purple feather fan.

Unlike the previous two times, the purple-robed monk's actions this time only lasted for one cup of tea. Yang Yi, like last time, did not immediately imitate the movements of the purple-robed monk, but fell into deep thought. He thought about it for more than a hundred years before he took out the wind and fire fan and fanned it gently. Yang Yi fanned out the rhythm of the purple-robed monk, but he couldn't fan out the wind and fire spiritual power, the illusory shadow of the stars, and the strange fire-shaped wind. But he was not discouraged and continued to fan. Who would have thought that Yang Yi's fan would be more than six hundred years, and finally there was wind and fire spiritual power pouring into the fan, a star phantom appeared in the void, a strange fire-shaped wind flew out of the dual-source purple yao on his waist, and a purple light and shadow crossed the void, splitting the entire space.

Yang Yi had learned from the purple-robed monk for more than a thousand years to refine a star technique, which was originally a waste of time and an extremely shameful thing for a person like him who could cultivate a star art alone in a hundred years. But after Yang Yi came out of the stone tablet, his face was full of joy. Because he knew that if he was given the mantra and let him cultivate this high-level star technique by himself, then the time it would take would definitely not be less than two thousand years. What's more, the more than 1,000 years spent in the stele are actually only a day or two in the outside world.

Leaving the main hall through the illusory portal, Yang Yi came to a huge plain and began a new round of breakthroughs. When he passed six tests in a row as a winner, he came to a square with a radius of 10,000 miles. There is a ban on air in the square, and there is an extremely tall colorful light curtain in the center, which divides the square into two halves. Yang Yi and a moon-level mid-level Wind and Thunder Punishment Alien were standing on the left half, and a Half-Moon Realm Terran Cultivator and a Moon-level four-elephant alien were standing on the right half.

"I didn't expect that I would meet Yang Daoyou here one day, I really don't know if it's my luck or my misfortune." The Terran monk on the right showed a happy expression and said to Yang Yi.

"This fellow Daoist, I don't think I've seen you before, right?" Yang Yi asked suspiciously.

"Yang Daoyou, in Xia Xu Muyang. Actually, I haven't met you in person, but I've been to the Soft Immortal Hall and received your gifts. ”

"It turned out to be Xu Daoyou. The Immortal Restoration Immortal Palace's instrument spirit is the creator of the Softening Immortal Palace, and I haven't done anything, so I can't talk about a gift to you at all. ”

Yang Daoyou's words are wrong. If it weren't for you, then the Softening Immortal Hall might never have appeared. ”

"You Terrans have a lot of nonsense." When Yang Yi was about to say a few more polite words, the four elephants on the same side as Xu Muyang said impatiently.

"Dare to ask what you call Daoyou?" Although he was robbed, Yang Yi was not angry, but politely asked the four elephant alien races.

"Like Mu Kun."

"It turned out to be Mu Kun Daoyou, it's really disrespectful and disrespectful."

"Looks like you still have some impression of my name."

"What's the impression? Why did Mu Kun Daoyou say this? Yang Yi said in surprise.

"If you don't remember my name, why do you say 'disrespectful'?"

"Fellow Daoist Mu Kun, disrespect is just a polite remark of our human race." Yang Yi explained with a smile.

"You Terrans are so hypocritical, you only say meaningless nonsense!" Xiang Mu Kun suddenly became a little annoyed, he complained impatiently, and asked coldly, "Yang Daoyou, do you remember a person from my clan you met in the land of the ancestral spirit of the Wind and Thunder Punishment Clan?" ”

"I don't know which noble person Mu Kun Daoyou is talking about, can you describe his physiognomy to me? After all, there is more than one noble person I have met in the land of the Ancestral Spirit of the Wind and Thunder Punishment Clan. ”

"Yang Daoyou is really a noble person who forgets things! He comes from the same family as me, and he looks a little like me. Xiang Mu Kun replied with a cold snort.

"I remember, you're talking about Xiang Mu Zhuo Daoyou, right? The divine power of Mu Zhuo Daoyou that day is still fresh in my memory. If it weren't for his carelessness, I would have taken another trick, or I would have lost to him. Yang Yi recalled.

"It turns out that you also know that you are invincible."

"To win is to win, and to lose is to lose. People only remember what the end result is, and don't pay attention to what happened in the middle process. The Wind and Thunder Punishment Alien who had never spoken said coldly.

"Xing Wanjin, when will you also learn the Terran set?" Xiang Mukun said with a displeased face.

"I'm just borrowing the words of the Terran monks and telling the truth."

"I don't think it's just borrowing, right? You're ...... sharp teeth now."

"As soon as you come here, you will be arguing non-stop, will it be over?" The Xuanyang Immortal Palace's Instrument Spirit Clone suddenly appeared in the sky, looked at Xiang Mu Kun with a bored expression, and interrupted his words.

"The junior Yang Yi (Xu Muyang) has seen the senior." Yang Yi and Xu Muyang hurriedly saluted respectfully, Xing Wanjin just arched his hand towards the machine spirit clone, and Xiang Mu Kun pretended not to see the machine spirit clone.

"Now let me tell you about the content of your test. The four of you will compete in three battles, the first and second of which will be fought by one of your peers, and the third by each of you on the stage for a scuffle. I will decide which of you will be rewarded based on your individual performance. The machine spirit clone nodded to Yang Yi and the others, and then as he spoke, he stretched out a hand to touch the colorful light curtain. The colorful light curtain disappeared immediately, and a huge colorful ring fell from the sky and landed in the center of the square.

"Wan Jin Daoyou, how about we compete in the first game?" Xu Muyang flew to the ring and asked Xing Wanjin.

"I can't ask for it." Xing Wanjin replied.

"I have heard that the punishment of the nobles is incomparably powerful, presumably Wan Jin Daoist friends will not mind letting me see a thing or two, right?" Xu Muyang summoned a golden-winged Dapeng who had just entered the late eighth rank and said.

"I'm afraid it's hard to do what Xu Daoyou wants. Due to some personal reasons, I haven't cultivated the Punishment Divine Shadow yet. However, before I entered the Xuanyang Immortal Palace, I subdued a strong battle beast, and I must have been able to fight Xu Daoyou. As Xing Wanjin spoke, an unruly moon-level mid-peak Wind Thunder Roaring Heavenly Lion suddenly appeared beside him.

"I'm not subdued by you, we're just making an agreement. I can fight for you once a day, and when the trip to Asgard is over, the agreement between you and me will be invalid. Without waiting for Xu Muyang to reply, the wind and thunder roared and Tianshi shouted at Xing Wanjin with great dissatisfaction.

"Let Xu Daoyou smile." Xing Wanjin said with a little embarrassment.

"It doesn't matter. Wan Jin Daoyou, please take action. ”

"Wind Thunder Sky Sword!" Xing Wanjin shouted, grabbed the void with both hands, and a long-handled big knife was held in his hand. He slashed forward with his sword, and the entire world suddenly became a world of wind and lightning. An image of a blue-purple giant standing up to the sky and controlling the wind and thunder appeared behind Xing Wanjin, and he also stretched out his hand to hold the long-handled broadsword. The long-handled broadsword immediately became incomparably huge, frantically absorbing the wind and thunder between heaven and earth, exuding endless might, and slashing unstoppably towards Xu Muyang. The wind and thunder roaring Heavenly Lion beside Xing Wanjin roared angrily in the sky, and attacked the Golden-winged Dapeng with the technique of merging the wilderness.

"Well done! Wind Gold Sword! Xu Muyang pointed his hands together like a sword and slashed forward. A blue light bloomed on one of his fingers, and countless blue sword qi flew out. A golden light bloomed on one finger, and a huge golden sword shadow flew out. The sword qi and the sword shadow met and fused, turning into a blue-gold giant sword that exuded earth-shattering sword intent, slashing towards the long-handled broadsword. At the same time, the Golden-Winged Roc let out a pleasant chirp, casting the Ancestral Technique, facing the wind and thunder and roaring the Heavenly Lion's Wilderness Technique.