"Teach me quickly!", "Lord Yin, please teach me!"

These disciples stood on tiptoe and hooked their necks one by one, for fear that Yin Tiancheng would not see them and miss this rare opportunity.

The scene was extremely noisy, and some people even directly called Yin Tian a master and begged him to accept him as an apprentice.

And Qingyun at this moment can only be described in one word, that is, embarrassment.

Because Yin Tiancheng did this, it was tantamount to making him unable to step down in public.

Originally, because of Chu Fangxiong's matter, Qingyun couldn't raise his head a little, and now he couldn't establish his prestige in front of his apprentices.

Although his heart was burning with anger, Qingyun had not lost his mind, because he understood a simple truth.

If you want to successfully cast a spell, you must learn the most basic skill in the art of cultivation: Qi Formation.

To do this, it is necessary to burst out the energy stored in the body and condense it into the image of all things, so that it can summon its hidden power to defeat the opponent.

It may not seem difficult to say, but the prerequisite is that you have the ability to break through the Celestial Chong Chakra in the Seven Spirits.

Not only human beings, but all living beings in the world, no matter how high or low, have the opportunity to become immortals in their lifetime.

The first condition for becoming an immortal is to liberate the soul from the shackles of the body.

In this way, you can jump out of the Three Realms and not be in the Five Elements, so as to transcend life and death, not suffer from reincarnation, and become immortal immortals.

The soul is pure and unworldly yang energy, and people's thinking and intelligence are contained in it.

It is divided into three types, one is the heavenly soul, the second is the earth soul, and the third is the life soul.

On the contrary, it is the rough and turbid yin qi, which constitutes the human sensory form.

There are seven kinds of spirit, one is called Tianchong, two is called Linghui, three is qi, four is force, five are centers, six are fine, and seven are Ying.

The Seven Spirits are so named because they are hidden in the seven chakras of the same name in the body.

For cultivators, the first thing to do is to accumulate the vitality of the outside world day by day, purify it with consciousness, and store it in the various meridians in the body.

Once enough vitality has been stored, the cultivator will use it to repeatedly impact his chakras, thus activating the sleeping spirit and allowing it to release its due powerful power.

This is the most basic and indispensable part of cultivation, and cultivators cannot indiscriminately attack the chakras in their bodies.

He had to step by step, in the order of the seven spirits, activating the previous chakra before he could try to break through the next sleeping spirit.

If you are in a hurry and do not forcibly break through according to the laws of cultivation, there is only one end, and that is to go mad!

In the end, his soul was scattered, and he was not even qualified to be a ghost.

In other words, Qingyun's unsuccessful apprentices were all at the lowest stage of cultivation at the moment.

Their immediate task is to collect enough of the vital energy of all things to the best of their ability, and then purify and digest them into their own energy.

For such a kind of cultivation garbage, Yin Tiancheng actually said that he could teach spells on the spot, which meant that Yin Tiancheng had to help this disciple open up the Tianchong Chakra in his body, and then he would have the opportunity to teach the right technique.

Qingyun felt that this was ridiculous, and had already decided that Yin Tiancheng was bragging.

Because the chakras in the body can only be activated by their own power, it is almost impossible for outsiders to help others achieve breakthroughs.

Otherwise, there are so many immortals in this world that they throw a brick at will, and nine times out of ten they hit an immortal!

So after Qingyun's embarrassment, he also regained his composure, so he put his hand on his waist and waited to see Yin Tiancheng's joke.

Of course, Yin Tiancheng didn't care about what Qingyun was thinking in his head, he was thinking about who to choose to be the lucky one.

To everyone's surprise, Yin Tiancheng did not choose any of the disciples gathered around him in the end, but chose Nangong Yan, who was far away from him and no one noticed.

For nothing else, just because Yin Tiancheng's eyes were strafing, he inadvertently saw that Nangong Yan did not blend into the lively crowd, but stood alone in a remote corner, very lonely and depressed.

This couldn't help but arouse Yin Tiancheng's sympathy, so he decided to help her, lest he would not be in Ganzao Mountain in the future, and those bad-hearted senior brothers would come to bully this weak woman again.

Seeing that Yin Tiancheng had made his own decision, those disciples' eyes were bigger than the copper bell, and their faces showed an expression of disbelief.

Many people felt strange and thought: "It's okay if Yin Tiancheng doesn't like him, but he shouldn't pick the ugliest and worst qualified Nangong Yan in the Flying Feather Gate." If this stupid woman can't teach it, then he will shoot himself in the foot. ”

Qingyun saw that Yin Tiancheng decided to teach Nangong Yan the spell, and couldn't help but feel even more proud.

He couldn't wait, and he couldn't wait to see Yin Tiancheng embarrassed in front of everyone.

Only Hua Yangzi's eyes lit up, and he muttered in his mouth: "Sure enough, my personality has not changed, I really didn't recognize the wrong person!"

His voice was so low that no one but himself could hear him.

Seeing that Nangong Yan was cowering and didn't dare to step forward, Yin Tiancheng smiled and said, "Nangong girl, do you look down on me, or do you want me to invite you over?"

"No, no!"

Nangong Yan's face turned red, for fear that Yin Tiancheng would misunderstand him, so he hurriedly walked towards him with small steps.

Along the way, there were envious and jealous eyes, and she found that she had never been so proud and happy as she was today.

For a brief moment, she felt like a beautiful princess, surrounded by praise and boasting.

"Yin Gongzi, what spell are you going to teach me?" Nangong Yan only felt that she was dreaming.

Yin Tiancheng replied with a smile: "Did I say I wanted to teach you spells?"

"Huh?"

Nangong Yan's face was pale, thinking that Yin Tiancheng was teasing herself, and her eyes were rolling in her sockets.

Yin Tiancheng didn't expect her to react so much, and was about to comfort her a few words, when Qingyun yelled beside him: "It turns out that you are a liar! Don't bully my apprentice if you don't have the ability!"

On the surface, he is holding grievances for his apprentice, but in fact he is winning the support of public opinion for himself.

At this moment, Qingyun felt that he had been fooled, Yin Tiancheng was simply a scoundrel, and talking like a fart didn't count.

Dare him fool him for so long, just to embarrass himself in front of everyone!

Thinking like this, Qingyun felt murderous intent in his heart, and said secretly: "Even if Lao Tzu can't beat this stinky boy, I will have to find an opportunity to kill him in the future." ”

But at this moment, Hua Yangzi's faint words made Qingyun pause: "Presumptuous, don't insult our guests!" Brother Yin once said that he taught his disciples spells, what he said was to give pointers, could it be that the master and nephew had water in their heads, and they couldn't even understand such simple words?"

The corners of Qingyun's mouth twitched suddenly, and he was speechless.

His lungs were about to explode, and Yin Tiancheng was playing word games for a long time, setting a trap for him to drill.

It was only at this time that Yin Tiancheng said his true intentions: "Huayangzi senior, Xuanyang Dao Chief, there is an uninvited invitation below, and I want to temporarily add an assessment competition, I wonder if the two of you can give me this face?"

Xuanyang was stunned, and when he was speculating about what Yin Tiancheng was, Huayangzi nodded and said, "Of course it's good, Brother Yin just wants to add ten games." ”

Seeing that Uncle Shi had spoken, Xuanyang didn't dare to rebel, so he asked, "My lord, Nangong Yan is a relatively mediocre disciple in my Feiyu Sect, I don't know how you want to help her cultivate to a great increase?"

Yin Tiancheng coughed dryly, pretending to be serious and said, "There is no shortcut to cultivation, if I can directly teach the spell, then why do you have to cultivate so hard?"

Xuanyang nodded and replied: "Well, cultivation mainly depends on one's own understanding, and others can't help much in this matter, but I don't know what this has to do with the competition?"

"I would like to ask the Daoist to pick a random disciple who has passed the assessment competition to compete with Nangong girl. ”

"Yin Gongzi, how can this be done, how can I be the opponent of the senior brothers, you should choose someone else. A wry smile appeared on the corner of Nangong Yan's mouth.

"Why are you so scared, with me, you'll be fine. ”

Nangong Yan originally wanted to refuse, but when she saw Yin Tiancheng's warm smile, she suddenly felt that her whole body melted.

She couldn't resist the charm and nodded involuntarily.

Nangong Yan accepted the challenge, but Xuanyang hesitated and said to Yin Tiancheng: "Nangong Yan's strength is very poor, if she waits for the next competition and hurts her life, it will be a little ......."

Before he finished speaking, Yin Tiancheng said: "It is precisely because of her poor strength that I have an additional request, that is, to allow me to guide Miss Nangong during the competition. ”

After a pause, he said in a very confident tone: "If this is the case, Miss Nangong still loses, then it proves that I am prejudiced against Qingyun Daoist, and I should apologize to him at that time." But if the situation is the opposite, then Daoist Qingyun will have to reflect on his teaching methods. ”

"Okay, that's a good idea!"

Hua Yangzi applauded, then looked at Qingyun, saying that he was asking, but in fact, his tone was unquestionable: "Senior nephew, you won't have an opinion, right?"

"I ......"

Qingyun only said one word and couldn't continue, Hua Yangzi's face was cold, as if he owed him a huge amount of money and didn't pay it back, which made Qingyun have the courage to refuse, so he had to nod his head and agree.

Xuanyang didn't want to embarrass his junior brother too much, so he immediately picked a disciple who was tall and tall to compete with Nangong Yan.

Taking advantage of the fact that this disciple walked by, Qingyun hurriedly glanced at him.

The disciple immediately nodded knowingly and flew into the ring.

As soon as he came on stage, the disciple didn't greet him, but stomped his foot on the table, shaking the entire ring.

Seeing that her thin body was all shrouded in the shadow of the other party, Nangong Yan couldn't help but tremble, and before she could come back to her senses, the opponent's casserole-sized fist was already aimed at her and roaring!

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, Nangong Yan was suddenly punched in the body, and was knocked away on the spot, falling straight out of the stage.

The audience was instantly dumbfounded, Yin Tiancheng was also stunned, and Qingyun, who was sitting not far from him, was proud.

He was originally worried that Nangong Yan might win this match under the guidance of Yin Tiancheng, but now it seems that this is all redundant.

According to the rules, whoever falls to the ground first loses, but this tall disciple directly didn't give any chance and knocked Nangong Yan away with one punch.

If nothing else, the next moment, Nangong Yan will fall off the stage, and she will no longer have the qualifications to get up and fight.