"The Twelve Storms"

Wang Hao was stunned for a moment, "Master, you gave me a total of twelve sword skills a few days ago, right?"

Yan San said with a smile: "That's right, those twelve skills are the core of the Twelve Styles of Fengyun, in other words, you have already learned half of this set of martial arts." Biquge www.biquge.info:ff"

Wang Hao was moved, although Yan San didn't want to accept him as an apprentice at first, but since he accepted it, he helped him grow without reservation.

Yan San grabbed the Xuantie Sword again, "Your kid has a good comprehension ability, I won't teach you to practice the sword by hand, everything is learned from actual combat."

Wang Hao nodded heavily, and the expression on his face became serious.

"Good"

As soon as Wang Hao's words fell, Yan San made a move with a smile on his face, the sword in his hand was as fast as lightning, which caught people off guard.

This move is the tattoo trick that Yan San originally handed over to Wang Hao.

Wang Hao is no longer the same person he was ten days ago, facing Yan San's sword, he instantly activated the eyes of the true dragon, and at the same time stabbed the Xuantie sword in his hand, and struck later.

Wang Hao also applies the stabbing technique, if there is no accident, this time, he will tie with Yan San, who suppressed his strength.

However, just as the two swords were about to collide, the sword in Yan San's hand suddenly changed.

The sword in Yan San's hand suddenly erupted into a deafening wind whistle, obviously nothing had changed, but it gave people a shocking feeling of a strong wind and flying clouds.

"How Master Did It"

Wang Hao's eyes widened, and in a moment, even the eyes of the true dragon could only be seen vaguely.

Wang Hao's hand holding the sword shook quickly, not because he was shocked by Yan San's sword, but because the sword in his hand was suddenly majestic and difficult to control.

"Ding"

The two swords collided, and the tip of the sword countered the tip of the sword, obviously it was the same realm and used the same strength, but Wang Hao's figure instantly retreated.

"Boom"

Wang Hao's body slammed into the wall, smashing a big hole in the wall, he felt that his muscles and bones were almost broken, and the qi and blood in his body kept boiling.

Yan San put away his sword, "I'd better lower my realm a little more"

After saying that, Yan San actually lowered the realm below the Tianwu realm

The battle continued, Wang Hao of the Heavenly Rank Quadruple Realm, and Yan San of the Position Rank Ninefold Realm, Wang Hao tried his best to bring the skills he had just learned to the limit.

But even so, Wang Hao still found it difficult to resist Yan San's attack.

It is still twelve sword skills, but in Yan San's hands, the ordinary Xuantie Sword can also dance with a majestic momentum.

Wang Hao gritted his teeth, his left eye had begun to be congested because of the changes in the recording of Yan Sanjian, but he still worked hard to persevere, such an atmospheric, majestic, and powerful martial art was exactly what Wang Hao longed for

After a stick of incense, the two stopped, Wang Hao lay on the ground, gasping for breath, his body was extremely tired.

Yan San wants this kind of effect, only by constantly honing it in actual combat, can Wang Hao fully understand the Twelve Styles of Fengyun, instead of other martial arts like Wang Hao's skills, which are like flowers, they are useless.

"Comprehend a few percent"

"Ishei"

Yan San raised his eyebrows, although Yicheng was not much, but it was already beyond Yan San's imagination, he thought that he would have to torture Wang Hao like this for at least a month before he could learn this set of Fengyun Twelve Styles.

He secretly said in his heart: "This apprentice I accepted, whether it is talent or temperament, is the best choice, but I don't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing."

Thinking of this, a vague figure appeared in his heart, and his expression dimmed, as if recalling some sad past.

"If you have enough rest, you will continue, as a teacher, I don't want to accompany you to practice martial arts in this dreary underground all the time."

Wang Hao gritted his teeth and got up, he raised the Xuantie Sword again, and said categorically: "Please teach Master"

In the next ten days, Wang Hao will not be able to get up from being tired with Yan San for a day, every time Wang Hao masters one more percent, Yan San's offensive will be one point stronger, and in the end, Yan San will re-establish the realm and raise it to the realm of Tianwu.

On the nineteenth day, in the fourth floor of the Demon Suppression Cave, there were two figures intertwined with each other, and the sound of mysterious weapons colliding sounded from time to time.

Every time these two voices swung a sword, there would be a sound of surging vastness, and for a while, the wind and thunder in the cave exploded, making the monster dare not approach for half a minute.

"Ding"

The two figures collided for the last time and separated, Yan San couldn't help laughing and said, "Hahahahahaha good apprentice, you really didn't disappoint the teacher."

Wang Hao put away his sword and saluted, and said modestly: "Thank you Master for teaching"

Yan San nodded with satisfaction, "You have already started the Twelve Styles of Fengyun, and the rest is to practice diligently, only when you use the sword handily and reach the realm of the unity of human and sword, can you be regarded as truly mastering"

"The Vain Understands"

"This demon cave is a place to suppress monsters, you have to practice swords, just kill demons here"

Wang Hao nodded, whether it was the Cloud Treading Sword, the Dripping Sword Technique, or the Twelve Styles of Wind and Cloud, he had only reached the level of entry, and he couldn't even set it as a quick caster, and this Demon Suppression Cave was the best place to practice.

Yan San said with a serious expression: "With your current strength, you can go to the first seven floors of the Demon Suppression Cave, as long as you are careful, you should not worry about your life." ”

"Although you have good talent, you must not be liberal, you know?"

Wang Hao nodded, taking Yan San's teachings to heart.

"Okay, the master left first, there is no wine in the wine jug, and the days will be boring, wait until you reach the end of the seventh floor, and then come to the bamboo forest to find me"

Yan San left, and Wang Hao began to practice alone, he summoned the Dragon Yuan Sword and walked towards the depths of the fourth layer.

Because of Yan San's existence, the monsters didn't dare to approach, and now that Yan San left, the monsters didn't feel his breath and became restless again.

Especially when they saw Wang Hao arriving alone, the desire to kill filled their bodies again.

Finally, the first monster couldn't stand the killing in his heart, and roared towards Wang Hao, and this roar also drove the other monsters.

Wang Hao stopped, most of the demons in the fourth layer, most of the realms were between the third and fourth levels of the Heavenly Martial Realm, although the loss of reason and strength had decreased sharply, but with such a number, ordinary Heavenly Martial Realm martial artists would probably be torn to pieces in an instant.

Facing the monsters that came like a tide, Wang Hao's eyes showed a cold brilliance, and his steps were staggered, flashing like a group of monsters in an instant.

"Stepping on the Clouds"

Wang Hao activated his body technique, like a petrel in a storm, his body was light, and the sword in his hand flashed red light one after another, illuminating the surrounding space.

"The Twelve"

In the fourth layer of the Demon Suppression Cave, the sound of wind and thunder resounded, and there was also the sound of monsters screaming.

Dozens of days later, the Yuanwu Continent, the domain of Yunfeng.

Four young people in their twenties and thirties are walking together.

Among the four, there were three men and one woman, but amazingly, the tallest and most burly of the four was the girl.

The leader was a cautious young man with a serious face and was not good at smiling.

As he walked, he suddenly stretched out his palm and motioned for the three behind him to stop.

The three of them were immediately alarmed, but they did not find any danger.

One of the young men smiled and said, "Brother Zhou Qian, you must be too vigilant, this place is dozens of miles away from the intelligence department given by the academy."

The oversized woman was also puzzled, "Brother Zhou, the terrain here is vast, if all the dangers come, we will be able to detect it as soon as possible, now that the wind and waves are calm, why are you keeping us on guard?"

The face of the man known as Zhou Qian was undiminished, and he spoke: "The training tasks issued to us by the academy are all distributed according to the comprehensive strength of the participants, Zhao Jun, you are the first year to join the academy, and you are still a newcomer, which shows that this experience task is not difficult, but from the beginning of entering the domain of Yunfeng, I have felt uneasy in my heart."

The burly woman was Wang Hao's friend Zhao Jun, and when she heard Zhou Qian say this, she was also shocked in her heart.

After being promoted to the Heavenly Martial Realm, the martial artist could already sense the will of heaven and earth from afar, and it was no accident that Zhou Qian, who was the strongest among the four of them, felt like this

The man who had not spoken among the four suddenly changed his face drastically, he looked into the distance vigilantly, and reminded everyone: "Be careful, someone is coming"

As soon as his words fell, he saw two figures from far and near at an astonishing speed, and they exuded a strong murderous aura, and they were enemies at a glance.

The four of them greeted them without hesitation, but one of them was put down

"Who are you?"

Zhou Qian resisted one of them and questioned loudly, but the other party covered his cheeks with a black scarf and couldn't see his face.

"Of course it's the ones who killed you"

Zhao Jun knew that he had encountered a strong enemy, and immediately summoned the Blood Soul, and the King of Titans rose from the ground, holding a huge stick, and smashed it down towards an enemy

"Boom"

The terrifying attack shook the earth, and Zhao Jun's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the scene in front of him.

The masked man, armed with a large knife, just casually placed the blade in front of him, blocking the attack of the King of Titans

In the next second, Zhao Jun only felt a flower in front of her, and the masked man slashed her neck with the back of a knife, causing her to suffocate in an instant and pass out.

In the next second, among the four, only Zhou Qian still had the strength to fight.

Zhou Qian knew that he was not the opponent of the other party, he burst out with all his strength, blocked the combined attack of the two, and smashed the distress jade pendant issued by the academy fiercely

After three breaths, Zhou Qian was seriously injured and fell into a coma.

The two masked men put away their Horcruxes and looked at the four people lying on the ground, their murderous aura gradually subsiding.

One of them spoke: "This kid has sent out a distress signal. ”

The other masked man nodded, "Inform us that the people lurking in the Qilin Academy must find a way to bring the candidates of the Ten Sons into the rescue team." ”

"Don't worry, we've been laying out for so long, how can we be ruined by ten little dolls, the boss has already sent killers, and activated all the eyeliners hidden in the sacred domain, ten candidates, all of them will die"

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