Song Zhanpeng is a student in the second class of the high school battle system in Heipan City, and in the year before school, Song Zhanpeng was extremely low-key, usually not in contact with people, and silent. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe usual performance tests are also mediocre, and throughout the whole school year of high school, Song Zhanpeng is in this kind of existence outside the sight of everyone.

But when the semester of the second year of high school first started, almost everyone couldn't believe that the man who was full of confidence and exuded such maturity and stability in front of them could be the black boy who had never been cared about by them.

I don't know what the reason is, as soon as Song Zhanpeng came back this time, he showed a strength far beyond his usual level, a giant sword and a giant shield almost made him charge from the middle and lower reaches of the class to the top three of the class at once.

In this exercise, Song Zhanpeng used his family connections to gather all the disciples cultivated in his family around him, just hoping that with this exercise, he could once again attract attention and soar into the sky.

But no one expected that on the second day after they entered the exercise, they encountered a seemingly ordinary team, except for the tall boy who was slightly threatened, and the other three people were simply crushed in the face of his team.

Until this conflict, Song Zhanpeng's original intention was to let his subordinate Shang Lengliu suffer a loss, and change his troublesome temper, but he didn't expect that Shang Lengliu's strength would be so far behind his opponent, and once the other party became serious, he would almost have no power to fight back.

Out of helplessness, Song Zhanpeng had to take action in person, and the original easy torture and killing actually came out halfway again! That tall young man's strange evil method was actually able to seal the secret sword he had asked for from the family pioneer! This accident made Song Zhanpeng shocked and angry.

Without the giant sword in his hand, Song Zhanpeng's means of involving Yang Yan were suddenly abolished! Yang Yan, who had a tyrannical smile on the corner of his mouth, did not hesitate to bully himself, as if a hungry wolf had opened the door of the sheepfold and roared to kill it!

Yang Yan took a big step and instantly shortened the distance between the two. The wind-like fist shadow of his arms shrouded in an instant, and without the giant sword in his hand, Song Zhanpeng's attack means were suddenly reduced by more than half, and he could only barely use the giant shield in his hand to block and counterattack.

Seeing that Song Zhenpeng only defended and did not attack, Yang Yan's fist did not attack the giant shield hard, but turned his fist into a palm. Continuously slapped at the shield surface, and every time the palm and shield intersected, Yang Yan's hand would produce a concussive force.

The overlapping concussive force turned into a huge wave crashing towards the shore, and after a while, Song Zhanpeng's hands were already sore and numb, and he couldn't hold the shield when he saw it.

The matter has come to this point, Song Zhanpeng simply relented. The right hand quietly pressed a button behind the shield. And at this time, Yang Yan, who was attacking the shield, also felt that something was wrong, and almost without hesitation, Yang Yan dodged and retreated!

As soon as Yang Yan retreated, the shield in Song Zhanpeng's hand exploded with a bang, and the fragments that shot out were deeply rooted in the trees in the distance, and the last roots entered!

Seeing that his trick failed to reach Yang Yan, Song Zhanpeng was not ambiguous and shouted directly: "Go!" Reflexively turned and fled into the woods, hearing his captain's order, although the thin eyebrow man and the silent man were also unwilling, they had to accept the status quo, and this move forced the opponent to flee to the forest.

"Damn, I want to run!" Seeing the enemy fleeing in the wilderness, Meng Ruida yelled and was about to chase after him, but as soon as he took a step, he was stopped by Yang Yan: "Wait, poor Kou Mo chase!" Spare them this time. ”

Meng Ruida snorted and put away his sword and said, "Hmph, it's their fate, let me meet it next time, I'll be." Alas! Old Yang ......"

As soon as Meng Ruida turned around, Yang Yan's body was already crumbling like a piece of paper blown down by the wind. Meng Ruida hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold it, and only then did he realize that a large pool of Yin Hong's blood under Yang Yan's feet had gradually spread.

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Where is this? How am I here? In a trance, Yang Yan found himself lying on a huge green lotus leaf, surrounded by a vast white patch, only a huge sun above his head was emitting dazzling light.

"Hey! Anyone? Yang Yan shouted, but no one answered, only one echo in the ear.

"This is your spiritual sea." Suddenly, a bright and quiet figure came, Yang Yan looked at the source of the sound, and a figure that was as black as ink and constantly exuding water vapor seemed to come out of the ink, slowly walking towards him.

"Who are you?" Yang Yan turned over and stood up, staring at the strange figure in front of him with a wary face.

The ink figure shook his head blankly, looked down at his hands again, and finally looked up at Yang Yan, but the empty and dark face made Yang Yan feel a substantial gaze: "I...... It's you. ”

Yang Yan frowned when he heard this: "Me? ”

The ink figure nodded and said, "Yes, I am you!" I have watched you since you were born, from when you were young to when you grew up, from when you had a happy family, to when your father disappeared and your mother died of illness. From your mediocrity to your inheritance. I...... are all watching you! ”

"Humph! I see, you should be the evil spirit buried in me by some bastard! Yang Yan sneered

Hearing this, the ink figure shook his head: "Evil spirit? No, no, no, that's the slander of those who are jealous of us, only those who have really owned us will know what a wonderful thing it is to have us~"

"Okay? I don't think it's any good to be a homicidal maniac who only knows how to kill! Yang Yan sneered

"Of course, you can't experience this wonderful feeling now, but when we become one, you will truly understand this supreme pleasure! Come on. After the ink figure finished speaking, he shrieked and turned into a black light and rushed towards Yang Yan!

The black evil light seemed to be a sharp arrow shot out, and the extremely fast speed made Yang Yan not have time to dodge before he was pounced on his body, as soon as he was stuck by the black light, Yang Yan instantly lost the control of his body, and his body was stiff as if it was a stone, no matter how Yang Yan drove it, he didn't move at all.

"Don't struggle, you'll be able to experience the most wonderful pleasure in the world in no time, ho-ho-ho!" The black light was like a pitch-black python, wrapping Yang Yi from the bottom up little by little.

Seeing that the black light had spread to Yang Yan's eyebrows, but at the moment when the black light touched Yang Yan's eyebrows!

The golden mark suddenly appeared, and the golden light rendered the entire spiritual sea consciousness space into a golden ocean in an instant! In the middle of the two sinuous inscriptions, a crack slowly cracked, like a vertical eye that opened slightly. Indifferently, as if without a trace of emotion, he slowly looked at the black light that had returned into an ink figure.

"How...... How...... Possible! How could you possibly have this kind of power, obviously just an ordinary Heavenly Eye! How could it be! I'm not convinced! Under the gaze of the eyes of the sky, the ink figure continued to let out a terrible howl, and the black ink color on his body began to gradually reced, and the whole person began to fade slowly, until finally it turned into a transparent figure.

It wasn't until this moment that the heavenly eyes on Yang Yan's forehead gradually faded, leaving only two faint golden nicks and a little golden light.

Tianmu disappeared, and Yang Yan suddenly felt a huge sense of emptiness, as if someone had taken all his internal organs out of his body, and he was uncomfortable.

After gritting his teeth and resisting for a while, this feeling of emptiness improved slightly. At this time, Yang Yan also turned his attention to the transparent figure left by this evil spirit, this figure is very thin, far less thick and textured than the original ink figure, this figure looks like a thin layer, but it is extraordinarily pure, and it can see through his body effortlessly.

Yang Yan, who was sent by the ghost, actually reached out and touched this person who had just almost killed himself, if it weren't for this unexpected Tianmu, Yang Yan would have really hit the street.

As soon as Yang Yan's fingers touched the transparent figure, the transparent figure suddenly began to swell, and his body shape began to change.

Yang Yan, who was afraid of changing again, hurriedly stepped back, and the transparent figure rose and fell. A moment later, a figure with the same shape and appearance as Yang Yan appeared in front of Yang Yan's eyes.

It's just that the face of this figure is always chaotic, and it is blurry and difficult to see clearly.

This is? Just when Yang Yan was puzzled, this figure moved! Raise your fists and feet, and practice at a glance is exactly Yang Yan's "Thunderstriker"! It's just that the various changes in succession seem to be more subtle than Yang Yan's cultivation.

By the time the second hit of "Thunderstriker" was completed, this figure would no longer be practicing.

On the contrary, with a wave of his right hand, he conjured up a brush, and when he swayed and flowed, a wooden green lotus talisman was natural, and it was much better than what Yang Yan had drawn!

After doing all this, a pair of eyes suddenly flashed on the figure's chaotic face. As soon as the posture swung, he attacked Yang Yan, but Yang Yan had not yet reacted, so he had to be forced to take the move. And the more he fought, the more frightened Yang Yan became. Every move he made was like sending it to him, and the opponent only needed to block it lightly to defuse his offensive. And when he was about to be defeated, this figure had to stay in time.

In this way, it feels like a senior feeding himself again, since this is the case, then I'm welcome! Yang Yan's eyes flashed, the moves in his hand suddenly became flexible, and some of the ideas he usually thought about were taken out to practice at this time, and at the same time, Yang Yan was also absorbing and learning the moves of this figure, Yang Yan's entire brain was like a superspeed processor at this time, frantically analyzing and processing, and absorbing and merging it.

I don't know how many moves are right, Yang Yan feels that he is about to indulge in this state of continuous learning and growth, knowing that Yang Yan slammed the figure back half a step, and this endless learning and confrontation came to an end.

At this point, Yang Yan shouted heavily in his heart:

This time it's really going to be sent!!

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