Chapter 3: Ice Seals
Qi Xianxia took a step lightly, the purple light in his black pupils was flourishing, as if it was about to overflow, a complex inscription kept spinning and subverting in his eyes, and the young man's confident laughter and words echoed in the oppressive martial arts arena.
"The Spirit Pupil should indeed be proud, but the girl should be quieter. β
Just when the girls were a little suspicious of him, then, an incredible scene appeared.
Click, boom, boom.
After Qi Xianxia took a small step, all the ice chips in the air turned into fragments and fell on the white stone slab with ice mist, the sparkling sparkle on the ground was very good-looking, but this good-looking ground fell into Yang Jin's eyes, and his face became ugly and serious.
In the real realm, she can see the high and low with potential, although her ice dance is just a prototype, but not everyone can crack it so easily, not to mention that this person is still a sick man she looks down on.
Qi Xianxia clasped his hands together and made a tedious and obscure handprint, his eyes were even more purple, Qi Xianxia looked at Yang Jin, who was close at hand and better than the end of the world, and smiled harmlessly, his immature face was clean.
Then Qi Xianxia lowered his head and shouted: "Lotus seal, cut lotus." β
The martial arts arena surrounded by ice and mist became a little weird after losing the control of Yang Jin, the backbone of the backbone, and suddenly appeared pale pink lotus flowers in the weirdness, and the lotus flowers were also covered with a thin layer of ice, like a frozen lotus, but in this endless sea of lotus, Yang Jin didn't feel that this was a beautiful scenery at all, and beautiful things were always a little fatal.
Just like this lotus, the more beautiful things that do not look like the world, the more careful you must be, and a solemn expression appeared on Yang Jin's face.
I don't know that the red pupils who are high in the sky and the earth are thick stretched out their white and tender little hands, and forcibly grabbed the pale pink ice lotus that was not stained out of the mud and put it in the palm of their hands to watch it, and their big eyes narrowed like a crescent moon, which made Yang Jin's dignified lotus flower behave ordinarily in front of the red pupils, which really surprised the girls.
A girl with pale red pupils closest to the red pupil said in a loud voice: "Miss, is this lotus flower okay?"
The girls who all want to know the answer have been waiting with their ears pricked up for a long time.
The red pupil pouted and said viciously: "Little jacket, this is a big problem, it will explode." β
The girls around him didn't wait for the little jacket to speak, and they all avoided it far away with pale faces.
The girl named Little Jacket doesn't have too many expressions, and it's impossible for Miss Explode to ignore her, what are you afraid of.
The aura in the sky condensed, and she was arbitrarily urged by Qi Xianxia, as if the lotus ocean was going to surround her, which made her put away her previous contempt, and looked at Qi Xianxia with focused eyes, and the ten fingers of the two palms continued to overlap and interleave, twisting a slightly simpler handprint, but although this handprint was simple, it made Qi Xianxia's face change a little.
After Yang Jin finished twisting his handprint, he smiled a little confidently, with a hint of self-satisfaction on his bright little face, and said lightly: "Ice dance, invite the moon." β
A bright moon suddenly rose in the sea of lotus flowers, like a fairy flying into the sky, this crescent moon was unscrupulous in the air, and did not put the lotus in the eyes at all, and when the moon rose to the height of the sun blocked, an incredible scene appeared, this round of the moon will be shrouded in martial arts, and then the ground began to freeze, and the sky began to fall ice silk, the girls got up and stood in this small world composed of ice, looking at Yang Bingshan suspiciously, and many girls saw this scene probably understood why some senior sisters called Yang Jin Senior Sister Yang Bingshan in privateγ
The moon that is high above the nine heavens is like a goddess looking down on all living beings, disdainful? No, some are just indifferent.
Tiny strands of ice float towards the lotus, and every ten threads of ice forcibly pull the lotus, and the lotus can't move in it, like a trapped beast.
The originally white moon in the air also oozes cold, the chill is getting more and more biting, the girls' already thin bodies are a little unbearable, and those who are a little lower in cultivation gritted their teeth and shivered, but they still refused to go in place, and learned experience in actual combat, which is the best way.
The red pupils of the red pupils flashed red in her eyes, and the cold seemed to be nothing, and at the same time, the girl with light red pupils who called her a young lady and called her a small jacket was also taken care of by the red pupils, and she didn't feel the cold at all.
As for the dean of the three thousand gold threads, she didn't feel it at all, on the contrary, she looked at the ice powder lotus on her finger with great interest and pursed her lips and chuckled.
To say that the prestigious seal method on the continent may be known to everyone but will not know so completely, but if the continent is shortened to the north, then even children must know that one is the Long Moon Seal and the other is the Ice Seal, the former is only qualified to be learned by members of the royal family of the Long Moon Empire, and the latter can only be learned by the descendants of the Yang family of the Long Moon.
The ice dance is a copy of the ice mark, which is not qualified to be called an ice mark under the terrain, but the perfect ice mark can produce ice out of thin air, and Yang Jin's ice dance is obvious, and it is far from it.
Ice to the extreme can destroy all things in the world, but also can contain all things, known as the first pupil in defense and attack, and Qi Xianxia met the ice dance seal of the Changyue Yang family, the first attack, domineering.
Qi Xianxia's face was heavy, although he had heard of it, he had no experience of fighting, and the difficulty of this battle could be imagined.