"Spirit Foam Technique", as the secret technique at the bottom of the holy land pressing box back then, naturally has its power, and people who are so proud of Song Jiatian, if the Song family has a better secret technique, they will definitely take it out. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Hills closed his eyes, and Fan read the original mystical technique, the reason why the secret art is called the secret art is that it is powerful, and then it is its difficulty. Mastering a secret technique is definitely a skill that only a genius can have, even if you have poor qualifications, as long as you master a secret technique, you can also be called a genius.

The mystery of the spiritual foam technique lies in gathering the spiritual consciousness, exercising the strength of the spiritual consciousness, and at the same time, in a form similar to foam, the spiritual consciousness is swollen, and the spiritual consciousness is in the jade palace in the mind, and after advancing to the Great Star Heaven, the more refined vitality will continue to nourish the spiritual consciousness and make it strong, and the spiritual platform will be cast in the jade palace to communicate with the heaven and earth, which is the spiritual platform realm.

Spiritual consciousness is the most mysterious and fragile existence of the human body, and there are very few secret techniques for spiritual consciousness, and if there is a slight mistake, the soul will be damaged, and the heavy may directly affect the cultivation of Xingqi, and even cut off the path of cultivation. Unless those historical demons have all kinds of abilities to turn decay into magic, the spirit foam technique, as a treasure at the bottom of a holy land, naturally has an unfathomable side.

There are a lot of things that the hills learn, but the knowledge about spiritual consciousness that the stars know very little, and the hills know naturally even rarer. The storage, expansion, and abundance of spiritual consciousness in the form of bubbles can only be imagined, but how to imagine it is elusive. The characteristics of foam are fragile, lustrous, unpredictable, and more often than not, the foam is rendered layer by layer, which can be woven into a beautiful foam ball.

There is one more thing to worry about, there are more stocks and debts to worry about, there are too many things to worry about, Qiu Ling closed his eyes, rubbed his temples vigorously, and his head was swollen and a little uncomfortable. During this time, he has been studying with a high load, and Rao is Xingqi's body can't bear it. But the most important thing for teenagers is to be young, and what is the more difficulty? Hill comforted himself, leaning back in his chair and creaking back and forth, the sound of which was full of rhythm and drifted through the small bamboo forest.

The days are still that day, the years are still the same years, Song Xiaosong is holding a thick quaint book and stacking it on the stone platform, this is the hilly after-school homework, there are forty or fifty books on the stone platform, piled up there like a hill. Hills leaned on the chair, in front of him were dense and complex formations, Song Xiaosong was a quiet and old-fashioned person, doing things very seriously at a glance, in addition to practicing on weekdays, he was practicing, and he was Song Jiatian's favorite disciple, but Mu Ne's character was not very satisfactory to Song Jiatian.

Song Xiaosong's teaching is also very old-fashioned, according to the homework he did before, word by word, completely ignoring the feelings of the hills, perhaps he himself is immersed in his own words, outsiders can understand it, and it has nothing to do with him if he doesn't understand. Such a simple person can delve into the mystical formation, and only such a persistent Xingqi can be the youngest formation master. Qiu Shan still admires Song Xiaosong, but he admires his cultivation attitude.

Song Mosong is Song Jiatian's second apprentice, he is the most active among these people, and he is also the most ridiculous, his combat power is the strongest, and he naturally has proud capital. Song Mosong is known as the little apocalypse and is proficient in ten thousand fire techniques. In the Song family, he is called a repeater, and at the same time he has mastered so many fire techniques, if he can simplify the complex and gather the strengths of hundreds of schools to understand it, he will definitely achieve remarkable results. Song Mosong has been walking this path, and when he reached their level, it was more of an epiphany in the realm.

Song Mosong walked with his head held high, like a victorious red rooster, and the gorgeous cockscomb must be placed in the most visible place. The right hand is behind his back, full of conceit. He is indeed a conceited person, the strongest genius of the same generation of the Song family, if he can he wants to fight with Ling Mengchen and see how big the gap is.

Here, most of the generations rely on cultivation, one realm and one generation, if you simply talk about age, some people are more than a hundred years old, and some people are only twenty or thirty years old. Talent is a very important hurdle in restricting the realm, you say that he is not important, but it can control the fate of everyone. Qiu Ling's body is weak, everyone knows this, and Qiu Ling intentionally or unintentionally rejects the cultivation of magic, he deliberately wants to put on a very weak combat power, and put the identity of the master outside.

Even Song Jiatian couldn't detect the mystery in his right eye, and Song Mosong naturally couldn't find it, in their eyes, Qiu Ling was a genius, a genius of a formation and a master. Let Song Mosong teach him the technique, which has the charm of killing chickens and using a cattle slaughtering knife. Song Mosong was very unnatural, unceremoniously sitting on the bamboo chair where Song Jiatian used to sit, flipping through a novel he liked, and enjoying a rare and idle life.

When the tea on the table had precipitated to a satisfactory level, Song Mosong began to speak, talking about the principles of magic and what he thought and understood in the realm of enlightenment. Hills listened to the lectures very carefully, and everyone couldn't find any fault with them, even the strictest Song Xiaosong was satisfied. Song Mosong finished the class lazily and perfunctorily, got up and left, and didn't want to say half a word. He caught up with Song Xiaosong who was basking in the sun in front of him in three steps and two steps, and the two looked at the azure Langhai Lake.

"What does the old man mean, if you point out Song Zhige, I'm still a little interested, such a rookie, let me point out?" Song Mosong complained, hoping to finish this time quickly and find a task to go out to avoid it. He is a lazy person and a self-centered person, and even Song Jiatian's words dare to avoid Song Jiatian's words when he is so comfortable, and Song Jiatian has no way to do this.

Song Xiaosong never talks about other people's things, he is a good listener, even if you say that Song Jiatian is a dog, you will not say it from Song Xiaosong's mouth tomorrow. He just did it according to his plan, practicing, eating, resting, and tasking, and his life was monotonous to the point of boredom, and his practice was deposited into mystery. Every genius has his own unique side, and if you forcibly change these particulars, it may affect the genius's qualifications.

Qiu Ling put all the books into the ring, and the ring where the items were stored was not a treasure in the Song family, even though he was still a young boy. Every month, a rich resource is sent to the hills from the unique channel, which is approved by Song Jiatian. In the past few days, there is a feeling of explaining the aftermath, these people have assigned tasks for several years, and they have also put down a thick volume of notes, and the hills can be directly remembered in their minds, and then they think about it and put it away.

The pressure is too great, the food has to be eaten in one bite, and the road has to be walked step by step.

The Song family is a family, the family naturally pays attention to the bloodline, different bloodlines bring different talents, most of the Song family belong to metallic, Song Jiatian said before, the Song family has never had a teacher in history. Most of the teachers are from the Jingnan Ge family, a wealthy family that is not big or small, weaker than the family, and stronger than the wealthy family. The master also needs a complete inheritance, and the star apocalypse of the awakened master is also mostly related to the Ge family.

Not all teachers are from the Ge family, it can only be said that the probability of the Ge family being a teacher is greater, and their bloodline makes this family wise. The proudest sentence that Song Jiatian said was that the Ge family also asked the Song family, and those high-ranking masters also wanted to get the Spirit Foam Technique, and the hills had already obtained it.

Cleaned up a little, the hills are a little relaxed today, let go of all the pressure, take a good sip of tea, calculate the time, today should be the beginning of autumn, but why is the weather so hot. There is a fiery red lotus flower in front of the hill, this lotus petal is huge, the huge petals are enough to cover the weak body of the hill, and more than a dozen petals are covered with small bamboo pavilions. Hill sat on a bamboo chair and gulped down the water in his cup.

"It's so hot, it's not going to catch fire."

Qiu Ling stood up, probably sitting for too long, the bones of his whole body creaked, compared to a few months ago, his body was much healthier, and he had grown a lot taller, about one meter six or seven. Compared to his immature face, a pair of perceptive eyes are full of wisdom.

He took out a wide dark purple cloak from the ring, this cloak shone with dull purple and gold lines, and the realm of the hills was still very low, with his understanding of the formation, this dress was of a good level, and it should be able to prevent fire.

Looking left and right, the surroundings were empty, there was no one else, Song Jiatian would not leave anything missing, but the hills were still a little uneasy. His body was shrunk in his cloak, and even if he was very close, he couldn't see his face clearly. Inside the thick cloak, purple rendering, the hills naturally know how to drive the formation of the fire lotus, and the purple vitality flows along the lines of the heart. The fire lotus petals around it converged. The entire lotus flower actually burned, the fire lotus burned rapidly, the scarlet flames were scorching, and even the bamboo forests on the left and right ignited.

How could there be a fire in a compound like the Song family, the scarlet flames emitted a weak aura, but the aura in these auras was so evil.

This is not an ordinary flame, the fluctuations caused by the flames instantly alarmed the Song family's guards, and it was Song Jiatian who came first, after all, his cultivation was the highest. The second to arrive was Song Xiaosong and the two, who had just walked out of the bamboo forest, and Song Mosong's cultivation was almost instantaneous. The scarlet flames burned completely, large swaths of bamboo were burned, and the flames rose into the air, revealing a strange smile.

"Crows?" Song Xiaosong exclaimed, this is the unique smiling face of the crow, the crow is a mysterious killer organization, leaving a strange smile after each assassination. It's just that how could the crow's people come here and come to the Song family's compound. More than one elder already knew that there was a young master in this small bamboo forest, a master that Song Jiatian valued very much.

"The Outer Courtyard?" There is such an idea in everyone's hearts, coming out with a Song Zhige has already made the outer courtyard uncomfortable, if there is another teacher, then Song Jiatian's lineage will really be inherited from generation to generation. There have been many similar incidents in the Song family, geniuses grow up to be geniuses, if they die halfway, what is it called.

It's not just the Song family, other holy land sects will also have similar incidents, but there are very few, the family is very strict about this kind of assassination, once it is found out, the nine clans will be directly killed, this time I don't know who is so mad.

Song Xiaosong and the two glanced at each other, Song Jiatian on the side had a calm face, and walked forward step by step, and the patrol guards on the side wanted to stop them, but they were glared at by Song Mosong. There are more and more Xingqi coming from afar in the family, and all of these people have realms above the spiritual platform. Song Yuhan was also included, and the scarlet flames in the bamboo forest were still burning, and these flames seemed to be afraid of Song Jiatian, and they avoided it as if they saw heaven and earth.

In the position where he sat in front of the hill, a charred corpse still maintained the appearance of sitting upright, if he was still alive, he should be in the formation on the table of enlightenment.

Song Xiaosong's brows moved, in that position, there should have been a demonic genius, he had never seen someone who could comprehend the formation so quickly, let alone Song Mosong was very annoyed by a Nine Star Realm Star Apocalypse. The reason for his annoyance was also because of the strength of the Xingqi, Song Xiaosong remembered Song Mosong's words before, "Why are you so stupid, it only took me half an hour to comprehend this technique for the first time, and you actually used three and a half times, this is a waste, any minute and a second of genius is a waste." ”

Song Xiaosong clearly remembered that the magic made Song Mosong worry for half a month, and it took him half a month to get started, such a demonic genius didn't like spells, this is where Song Mosong complained, so that he was frustrated, and he realized the pity.

Song Mosong is an emotional person, although they have only known each other for a few months. Song Jiatian quietly took two steps forward, reached out to touch the body, and golden light marks emerged from the corpse, gradually returning to the previous appearance of being alive in the hills. This can be regarded as confirming the identity of the corpse, no one questions Song Jiatian's cultivation, and no one will question Song Jiatian's judgment, this body is indeed hilly.

Song Jiatian's face became more and more calm, and those who were familiar with Song Jiatian knew that this time the Song family was going to change. Even if Song Yuhan escaped from marriage back then, Song Jiatian broke more than a dozen precious porcelains in a hurry, and everyone still felt that Song Jiatian was just angry that time. This time was different, the Song family did not allow this kind of murder, this kind of murder against a young genius. I don't know which yard is so unreasonable. Song Mosong glared, just now, just now he was still mocking the stupidity of the hills, and he was only a few breaths away.

Everything around was so scorched so clean that the corpse finally couldn't bear the pressure and shattered into pieces. The sound of broken bones struck everyone's minds.