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"Spiritism. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info no grade martial arts. ”

When Yang Yue opened the yellowed book, the first thing that caught his eye was such a line of words, and he wondered in his heart, how could there be an unknown grade of exercises here.

In fact, he didn't know that this spiritism has been stored so far, and no one has ever learned it, so the exercises that were judged to be of unknown grade were thrown into the vast sea of books.

When Yang Yue roughly skimmed through the opening introduction, he exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, and his heart fluctuated.

This psychic technique, strictly speaking, is not a martial art, but a set of secret techniques, after cultivating the psychic, the martial arts can achieve a high degree of compatibility with their own martial spirits, and the combat power that can be exerted after communicating with the martial spirits will increase exponentially, and the bloodline magic inherited from the martial spirits will also be more refined and powerful.

However, it is very difficult to cultivate spiritism, because the martial spirit is an external thing, which is smelted by the essence and blood of the fierce beast, and there is naturally some estrangement and rejection from the martial cultivation.

The more Yang Yue looked at it, the more he liked it, his face showed excitement, and he hurriedly picked up the last jade talisman and began to rub the spiritism.

The lazy gaze of the Elder Manshu fell on Yang Yue, and when he looked at the broken books in his Yang Yue's hand, a flash of disdain flashed in his eyes, this Yang Yue was really as he guessed, so ambitious, not taking the right path, but blindly pondering some side exercises.

After rubbing the spiritism, Yang Yue flipped through it in front of several rows of bookshelves, although these exercises could not be taken out, but his memory was relatively good, and he could remember some things of interest.

While dozens of outer disciples were immersed in the vast sea of books and couldn't extricate themselves, time passed quietly, and it was close to noon in a blink of an eye.

A sound of footsteps came from outside the door, and a group of powerful martial cultivators wearing inner door clothes walked into the Hidden Scripture Pavilion with a smile.

Surrounded by the crowd in the middle was a handsome young man in white, he listened to the praise of everyone around him with a look of enjoyment, with a proud look on his face, this young man was Nie Xiang, the only son of the elder of the Neimen Dange.

When a group of people walked into the Scripture Pavilion, they saw dozens of outer disciples in the hall on the first floor showing contemptuous expressions.

"You don't have long eyes, you dare to even be Senior Brother Nie's way, get out of the way." In order to curry favor with Nie Xiang, an inner disciple slapped an outer disciple standing in the middle of the road to the ground.

The outer disciple covered his bruised cheeks, glanced at the other party with horror, and did not make a sound, the other party was an inner disciple, and he couldn't afford to provoke him.

Elder Manshu glanced at this place lightly, and then began to close his eyes and recuperate, he had seen a lot of such situations as he had guarded the Hidden Scripture Pavilion for more than ten years, and he didn't even bother to care about it, as long as they didn't destroy the exercises in the attic.

Yang Yue's eyes were slightly cold, a group of inner disciples, they didn't ask the reason to hurt people, and they regarded the outer disciples as something that could be trampled on at will.

The rest of the outer disciples were also taken aback by the movement here, and they all looked here, expressing deep sympathy for the beaten outer disciple, but no one dared to stand up and say a fair word for him.

"What do you see? Look at the dog's eyes that gouged out you. The inner disciple who beat people before snorted coldly, and many outer disciples hurriedly lowered their heads.

"It seems that some people are not convinced!" Nie Xiang laughed and motioned to the young man who had just beaten him to look in one direction.

"That wretch over there, are you deaf, Lao Tzu said that you still dare to stare at Lao Tzu." The inner disciple strode towards Yang Yue, and raised his palm and slapped Yang Yue's face.

"Get out!"

Yang Yue shouted violently, and slammed his fist on the opponent's door, and the man screamed and flew out with blood spurting from his mouth and nose, and his front teeth flew out.

Everyone's hearts trembled fiercely, Yang Yue dared to make a move on the inner disciples, and when he came up, he was slapped in the face, seeing Yang Yue punch the inner disciples, those outer disciples felt extremely relieved, Yang Yue's move was to maintain the dignity of the outer disciples.

"You, you dare to fight back."

The inner disciple's face was distorted, in fact, it was not that his cultivation was inferior to Yang Yue, but that he was used to bullying the outer disciples, and he never thought that an outer disciple would dare to fight back, and he was hit by Yang Yue carelessly.

Yang Yue glanced at the other party as if he was looking at an idiot, does this guy think that the inner disciple is superior, you are not allowed to fight back even if you hit me, it is really idiotic logic.

"Damn, I won't let you get out of the Scripture Pavilion today." The man approached Yang Yue again with a fierce look, and his body exuded the majestic fluctuations of the Forging Spirit Realm.

Yang Yue slapped the storage bag, and the sound of a sharp sword coming out of its sheath spread, and a shimmering cold light suddenly bloomed in the space, and a cold sword qi came out wantonly.

"Humph!" A cold snort sounded, and suddenly a vast coercion enveloped everyone's bodies, and the Barbarian Elder stood up with an unkind face, and reprimanded: "You little cubs still want to dismantle this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, who will cause trouble again, don't blame the old man, I am ruthless." ”

This is a threat, but also a warning, the inner disciple Sen glanced at Yang Yue coldly, and collected the breath on his body into his body, and Yang Yue also put the long sword into the scabbard with an expressionless face.

"Haha, interesting! It's been a long time since I've seen such an outer disciple who is not afraid of death. Nie Xiang, the young man who was surrounded by the crowd, looked at Yang Yue with a sneer and asked, "What's your name?" ”

The best way for this arrogant guy is to ignore him, Yang Yue didn't bother to look at him, turned around and continued to flip through the cheats on the shelves.

Nie Xiang's eyes narrowed, revealing a terrifying cold light, and he pulled an outer disciple next to him in front of him, and asked with a sneer, "What's the name of that guy who doesn't know whether to live or die?" ”

The outer disciple trembled, first glanced at Yang Yue, and then replied tremblingly: "His name is Yang, Yang Yue." ”

"Hahaha...... It turned out that he was that Yang Yue. It's a pity that he won't live long! Nie Xiang laughed wildly and pushed the outer disciples beside him to the ground, trampled on the other party and walked towards the second floor, and the group of inner disciples behind him did the same, trampling past the outer disciples in turn.

After this trouble, many outer disciples were panicked, and they didn't dare to stay here for a while, so they quickly walked away, and if they left late, they would be blocked by the group of inner disciples on the way.

"Little brother, you're too impulsive, those guys are inner disciples! I'm worried about you. The little fat man Lin Kun leaned over and patted his chest and said with palpitations.

Yang Yue chuckled, "If I am besieged by them, will you help me?" ”

The little fat man's face suddenly froze, he thought for a moment, raised his head and looked at Yang Yue and replied very seriously: "Then you have to encounter that scene to know." ”

The little fat man also picked out two good exercises, a set of martial arts and a set of body methods, and after rubbing, the two left the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion together.

Yang Yue gave the jade talisman with the golden silkworm silk recipe printed on it to the little fat man and asked him to hand it over to Shamo.

"Remember, if a woman asks you about me, you say she doesn't know." Yang Yue explained very seriously, he was worried that the little fat man would meet Rosie.

The little fat man looked at Yang Yue with an ambiguous expression, secretly guessing that he must be hiding from his love debts.

Then Yang Yue went directly back to the little fat man's residence, locked himself in the room and began to study the spiritism in the jade talisman.

According to the exercises, most people in the world only know that people have seven knots, but in fact people have ten knots, and the remaining three knots are dissolved in flesh and blood, without a specific form, but they are everywhere.

Jing Yuan represents Life Force, Qi Yuan represents energy, and Shen Yuan represents soul power.

People are born with only seven apertures, so most martial cultivators can't play the full role of martial spirits, and if you open all these three secret spiritual apertures, you can reach the psychic realm that is connected with martial spirits.

The trick is clear, the qi and blood are smooth, and the yin and yang are balanced.

However, it is very difficult to open these three secret spiritual apertures, because they dissolve in flesh and blood, and you don't know where they are.

Human life comes from the innate nothingness, from a little primordial god in the void to the twins, the gods are angry, and the spirit is vigorous.

Yang Yue meditated cross-legged, looking inwardly at his body, and the first secret spiritual aperture was the Jing Yuan Apparatus, which was described in the psychic technique.

In order to find out the specific location of the essence of the essence, he dispersed all the vitality in his body, and the emptiness in his body was the same as that of a mortal.

He sat there like a piece of wood, sitting there for ten days, with a layer of dust on his body, his mind immersed in his body, constantly observing the failure of his body, searching for the location of the essence.

At this moment, his consciousness seems to enter a strange state, forgetting himself, forgetting everything, when the human spirit is highly concentrated, he will enter a kind of mystical realm, the mystical is the door of all wonders, and it is better to practice for a thousand days than to achieve enlightenment in one day.

His mind was locked on a small circular aperture in the sea of qi, which was so hidden that it was only revealed when his body failed, releasing a trace of essence to maintain his body's vitality.

I've finally found you, Jing Yuanjiao.

Yang Yue was overjoyed in his heart, and firmly locked his mind on the position of Jing Yuan Qiao, and then his body, which had been silent for ten days, began to absorb the aura of the outside world, and after his guidance, he directly rushed towards the Jing Yuan Qiao.

At this moment, Yang Yue felt a huge shock in his body, and a surging vitality appeared in his body, which was the powerful vitality of the ninth-level martial spirit that was locked in the essence of the essence, which was connected with his own vitality.

After Jing Yuan Qiao was opened, Yang Yue could clearly sense the throbbing of the martial spirit, and a subtle connection was established between him and the martial spirit, reaching a high degree of compatibility.

As soon as his mind moved, a golden and brilliant iron-armed divine ape martial spirit appeared behind him, and after opening the essence aperture, the phantom of this ninth-level xenomorph martial spirit appeared more condensed, and the hair on his body was golden and dazzling, as if he was about to turn the void into reality.

A flash of excitement flashed in Yang Yue's eyes, his compatibility with the Martial Spirit had risen greatly, although his realm was still the eighth stage of Qi refining, but his combat power had increased exponentially, even in the face of the ninth stage of Qi refining and the martial cultivation in the early stage of the Spirit Forging Realm, he had the strength to fight.

When Yang Yue was immersed in the cultivation of spiritism, Nie Xiang and Tong Baichuan walked out of the deer field one after the other, and Tong Baichuan followed behind him with a respectful face.

"Why haven't you seen Yang Yue's guy come to the deer field to show off his martial arts in the past few days?" Nie Xiang was playing with a pile of yuan stones handed over by the head of the deer chase farm in his hand, and asked casually.

Tong Baichuan said proudly: "Maybe that kid knows that I arrived at the ninth stage of qi refining and was too scared to come, I waited in the deer field for seven days and didn't see him appear, as long as he dares to come, I will let him die here." ”

Nie Xiang sneered and said, "If he doesn't dare to come, won't you find a way to trick him?" This guy even dared to contradict me, and I didn't want to see him bounce around in front of my eyes again. ”

"Give you a month to kill him."

Hearing Nie Xiang's words, Tong Baichuan was shocked and hurriedly nodded his head, he sneered in his heart, this Yang Yue is really not long-sighted, don't say anything about offending himself, even Nie Xiang was offended, and he really dug his own grave.

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