"It's time to do it." Fang Zheng and the others gestured to a young man with a white complexion beside him. The young man nodded, with a gesture of his hand, the air in front of him shook like ripples, swaying out a transparent piece of paper, the young man's left hand smoothed the ripples, lightly twisted the wide sleeve hem, and stretched out his empty right hand, the gesture of the fingers was like holding a brush full of ink.

The arms are fiddling, light and natural.

There seems to be transparent handwriting in the pen, which quickly disappears.

The young man kept dropping out of the pen, and seemed to devote himself to the suspended transparent paper and to his own creation. With his pen and ink, the faint wolf howl in the distance became a little closer, and there was a sense of getting closer and clearer. The joy on the faces of the people was even greater. Lin Yu and the two used it as bait, and the young man used it as another insurance, which they had discussed before.

Everyone present jumped out at random, and they could all be said to be the best among the many transcendents in the ancient world, and except for a very few people who were still traveling and selecting, and had other calculations in their hearts, most of them had already entered the suitable hundred schools. Among the transcendent groups who worship the Hundred Schools, they are still the first to be familiar with the power and use of the Hundred Schools.

Young people who are regarded as insurance and back-hands are naturally no exception.

Home-Moyan.

Mo Yan used to be an online writer in reality, and Mo Yan is also one of the pen names he uses for creation. Or after becoming famous, he was supported as the main pen name vest. After entering the main god world, he obtained a hybrid of a title and rank similar to [Caifeng], which was of little use, and he never changed it. The reason why he was able to get rid of the auxiliary bonus brought by the title and still be able to rank in the world-class strength level of the ancient style was because he entered early, and his own indulgence and hard work. Since entering the world of the main god, he has almost completely confirmed the title of the head of the king's house.

After the opening of the 100 camps, he successively chose two of his favorite mainstream 100 schools, but they were politely rejected and persuaded to retreat, so he could only choose a home to settle down temporarily according to his own title attributes. I thought that if my home did not return to the mainstream, it would be more difficult in the future, but after entering the familiarity, I found that I had a misunderstanding. The knowledge and skills of the family can not only be used as a "mascot" and so on.

Because the core strength of the hundred schools of thought comes from the same place and the same kind, the difference is only in the way and convenience of use, in short, the power is obvious or not. Obviously, it can be easily used immediately, and if it is hidden deeply, it is necessary for the user to dig and study how to use it. MOST OF THEM ARE JUST A KIND OF REBORN BUFF, JUST LIKE THE SO-CALLED FRUIT, IT IS NOT ONLY A GROWING STRENGTH, BUT ALSO A KIND OF STRENGTH SUPPORT! In the words of a bad street: there is no strongest XX, only the strongest person.

The strength of the family lies in the spiritual level and the rule level. They can use words to guide the spirit of creatures, so that they can unconsciously do something spontaneously according to the planning and setting of words, and they can also communicate with the heroic spirits of history and call them to fight for themselves, and they can also write everything in one book, and put it on a high platform after sealing, so that they can reincarnate in the sealed world and become addicted.

This is a very powerful force, although it has all kinds of harsh restrictions, inconveniences, and the defect of frontal combat, but there is no doubt that it is not a useless force, its use is the same as the power of other hundred schools, it is really a single mind, all depends on people's knowledge and brains.

Of course, with Mo Yan's current strength and control over the power of his family, he can't do it to the extent that he can speak casually. He can use some spiritual guidance at most now, as long as the other party's soul does not exceed him too much, big things, like a puppet in the pen to completely manipulate may not be possible, but in the right scene environment, secretly and quietly pick out the other party's beneficial thoughts, mature and expand, gently push the influence, let it make thoughts or psychological fluctuations that are beneficial to him, he is still fully competent.

This takes a certain amount of time, and it's not an ability that can be easily used in frontal combat, but if you use it well, no one can deny its effect and effect! Just like right now, Lin Yu and the others are in front of them, building a suitable scene for him to play, what Mo Yan does is that he doesn't need to consider the other party's thoughts, he only needs to amplify the other party's desire for blood food, silently suppress and cut off the other party's vigilance, and make it smoothly.

Chenggu is gratifying, and if it fails, it can also show that the wolf demon is not simple, which makes everyone more cautious and cautious. So whether you win or lose, it's acceptable.

The wolf howled, and the pen stopped. The figures of Lin Yu and the faint group of ghost-like lights behind them jumped into everyone's eyes.

"Thank you for your hard work, Brother Mo Yan." Fang Zheng threw a comprehension color to Shen exhaled, stopped the young man who was writing, and then immediately surrounded the people around him.

The young man Mo Yan stood in place for a little relief, quietly looking ahead.

……

It's as fast as the wind!

There seemed to be an echo in the air vibrating, and the square that rushed out was in the center of the shock. In the eyes of everyone, Fangzheng's speed suddenly skyrocketed within the scope of this shock spread, like a demon! With the eyes of the transcendent, if you don't concentrate, you can only see illusory afterimages.

The distance of hundreds of zhang is coming suddenly, the action is fast, and there is a rush of wind!

In the range of the shock spread, even the other transcendents at the center of the shock wave enjoyed a soaring speed.

Lin Yu and the two of them were a little embarrassed, running in rags, and behind them was a werewolf-like human wolf, a giant demon more than three meters tall, with a cruel light in his eyes, and followed closely behind. Every time he approached, there were a few claw winds that cut through the air, leaving a few bloody and hideous wounds on Lin Yu's body who was struggling to dodge. Like a cat playing with a mouse, teasing Lin Yu and the two.

But just after Mo Yan stopped writing and Fang Zheng and a few people suddenly revealed their breath and figure, the giant demon seemed to wake up suddenly, no longer calm, and roared and sped up, wanting to deal with the two who escaped first. Even without the influence of Mo Yan, the giant demon has realized that its previous state is not right, at least with its cunning, it rarely does this kind of cat and mouse thing, but just before, it enjoyed it very much, just waiting for the prey to run to the edge of its territory, and eat them in the desperation of the prey.

This is its own repressed mind, and it has had similar psychological fluctuations, but it is cautious and rarely puts them into practice, and the implementation is also carried out on ordinary people who are powerless to resist.

Immovable as a mountain!

The troll's claws were blocked by a sturdy figure before it approached the prey's body again. Sharp claws cut at the man, and a row of sparks erupted. Before it could close its momentum, the other party had already smashed a fist on its waist.

Aggression is like fire!

The giant demon screamed, and was directly smashed out by Fang Zheng's punch, which had skyrocketed several times in strength. The troll felt nothing but a brutal and domineering force from the man's fist on it pierced its tough skin, rampaging through its body, wreaking havoc on it! There is a pain of being cut by a thousand cuts!

The Art of War - Military Struggle: ...... Therefore, it is as fast as the wind, as slow as a forest, as aggressive as fire, as immobile as a mountain, as difficult as a yin, and as moving as thunder!