After surviving the thunderstorm, the artistic conception became small, and Jingqing also began a normal inner door life.

Usually for 100 days, he goes to the lecture hall to listen to lectures, study classics in the library, meditate at night, and occasionally take Jin Yu to the spirit beast gathering place to fight, and exercise the magical powers that he comprehends after the transformation of his bloodline.

Time flies, half a month later at noon.

Jing Qing held a large stack of books made of spirit animal fur in his hand, and while flipping through them, he pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the lecture of a certain Jindan elder above the lecture hall.

This time, the teacher is an elder who specializes in magic, and he has a good temper but a gentle temper, and he is very proficient in theoretical knowledge and speaks funny.

Although the story is all about some basics, in his mouth, it becomes detailed and straightforward, simple and interesting.

Even a guy like Jing Qing, who doesn't know anything about spells, listens to it with relish.

What's more, the avenue of the world, the same end of different paths, swordsmanship and spells, all belong to the way of cultivating immortals, and there is almost no difference in some subtle places.

Confirming the mystery of each other, some swordsmanship questions that had been pondered and meditated hard but could not be answered suddenly became clear.

After the thunder tribulation, the swordsmanship that could not be advanced for dozens of days has also made great progress these days, and the sword momentum is more delicate and mature, with a more hot and hot atmosphere.

This proves that a move that belongs to Jing Qing's own swordsmanship is about to be born.

But today, Jing Qing was obviously a little absent-minded.

Thoughts were soon drawn to the familiar back of a female monk in front of the lecture hall.

The upright posture, the slender and soft curves, and the unique temperament, bright and beautiful, can be said to stand out from the crowd among all the monks who came to listen to the class, and it is very eye-catching.

At least half of the male monks present were attracted to her.

Some female cultivators even made no secret of their jealousy, and the poor order of the lecture hall made this good-tempered Fire Cultivator Elder frown.

"Hey, Yulin, this chick, does she really not know me, or is she pretending?"

Changing to a comfortable position, Jing Qing sighed with some emotion and sighed in his heart.

I talked to her just now, but I was beaten so hard that there are still some people who look at themselves with disdain.

It's like looking at a toad that can't eat a swan and is still thinking about it.

Revenge, you must take revenge, otherwise, it will be too embarrassing.

"Smack!"

Just as Jing Qing was deserting, the Fire Cultivator who was lecturing was finally impatient by the current class, and his anger was raging, and the flames of the blue lake swept over everyone's heads, and then he slammed the door and left in a huff.

Subconsciously took out the sword, the sword qi flashed, extinguished the flames, and looked around.

Jing Qing found that there were many monks who were struggling to use spells to eliminate the flames attached to their bodies.

Especially in the classroom before, the behavior was relatively bad, all of them had purple faces, red eyes like rabbits, and lips bitten to rot, and at a glance, they knew that the fire poison had entered the body, and they were burning the qi and blood in the body, causing huge pain.

This is a little lesson, even if it is not treated, it will only be in bed for two days, but the taste must be difficult.

Friendly nodded to a few of his peers who were still neatly dressed and obviously strong.

Jing Qing didn't care whether the other party returned the salute or ignored it arrogantly, and was about to pack up the books in his hand, when a pitch-black shadow suddenly hit him.

The fleeting afterimage is full of heart-rending bloody aura, and at a glance, in addition to the full killing intent, there is also a strange ghost aura, which is blurred into tens of millions of soldiers, and through the eyes, it invades the sea of knowledge.

The strength of the unsparing hand and the bloody murderous aura seemed to completely break through Jing Qing's sea of knowledge.

"Murderous intent, this chick, it's really ruthless."

Streamer artistic conception, instantly grasp everything in front of you.

Jing Qing's feet moved slightly, his body twisted and moved, and with the help of the perceived flaws of Ge Slash, he easily avoided Yulin's slash, and took this opportunity to take seven steps forward.

Cut the false sword, unsheathed.

Then, the lightning-like pure white sword shadow tore through the air and stabbed straight at the cold-hearted war.

"Zheng" a soft sound.

The sharp blade of the sword, without stagnation, penetrates deep into the interior of the battle.

The power of pure yang stirred up the ghost qi of Na Sen Sen, eliminating it, making Zhan Ge's killing intent completely disappear in an instant, turning into a mass of scrap metal with no spirituality.

Countless evil spirits screamed and fled, and the ghosts roared, but they had no power to resist, like a body condensed by black mist, dissolving under the contamination of pure yang sword qi, and after a while, it turned into nothingness.

For a while, the entire lecture hall was silent, and many people no longer cared about the burns on their bodies, and looked at this scene in a daze.

"What a strong swordsmanship!"

Several of the stronger monks had no intention of pretending to be proud and cold.

But he couldn't help it, silently deducing and calculating in his heart what the consequences would be if he encountered this sword.

"How is that possible?"

Shaoqing, those few people, their eyes widened, revealing disbelief.

No matter how you deduce the battle situation in your mind, change your tactics, and even the terrain and climate, the final result is a lore, and your body, without any resistance, was cut in two by this sword.

Even the divine soul and mind would be completely annihilated by the pure white powerful sword qi.

This guy who is young, looks lazy, and doesn't have the slightest master's bearing, is actually so strong?

Also, this is a lecture hall for magic, this person who practices swordsmanship, what kind of class did he come to listen to? It's not going to be an idle egg, wait, don't you say......

Turning his gaze to Yulin, these people were all in the bottom of their hearts, letting out a sigh of "I see", and then turned their eyes away and silently retreated.

The man, who majored in swordsmanship, came to the magic lecture hall and had a battle with a woman who was beautiful enough.

It's human, you can think of the mystery.

didn't have time to pay attention to the conjectures of these boring guys, Jing Qing and Yu Lin looked at each other and smiled, took back their blades, and walked out of the lecture hall tacitly.

"Senior brother, it's been good lately."

Yu Lin smiled lightly, his body was full of compelling heroism, and he was full of cultivation at the upper level of the foundation, without concealment.

In just over three years, Yulin's cultivation has almost leapfrogged forward, and this kind of talent above hundreds of millions of people makes Jing Qing sigh.

Far more than that, in addition to the progress of her cultivation, there are also some strange flavors in her battles, which seem to have combined the evil ghost technique with her own killing intent technique.

However, the tricks are obviously not mature enough, although the power of Zhan Ge has doubled, the ghost qi and killing intent have not been integrated, making there are a lot of flaws.

Coupled with his pure yang artistic conception, he broke the yin and evil in the world, and he was the nemesis of ghosts and evil spirits, so he simply broke it.

However, if Yulin could perfectly fuse the killing intent and the ghost qi, Jing Qing's sword would not have cut off Zhan Ge so easily.

Listening to Wang Chunshui, after Yulin entered the inner gate, he worshiped under the door of some elders who practiced ghost arts, and it seemed that he was called Ghost Yin.

Looks like a famous teacher.

PS: Today's quiz, so it's a little late, including!