Yang Xiu smiled, his right hand was raised slightly, and the white deer sword in his hand "Canglang!" flew out of the scabbard, crossed a semicircle in the air, and quietly suspended in front of Yang Xiu.

Is this what it feels like to release the aura and control the objects in the air?

Yang Xiu moved his fingers in turn, experiencing this kind of mysterious power that only immortal cultivators have the opportunity to feel, and a sense of accomplishment arose spontaneously in his heart. After more than half a year of lonely and boring hard cultivation, the pain of the expansion of the meridians like hell every day, finally paid off.

It's all worth it!

Now Yang Xiu's ability to control the flying sword is not as good as Meng Jian, and it can't be compared with Lin Shuangchen, which requires a lot of practice and practice to improve, and it's useless to be anxious.

Watching the flying sword dance in the air, Yang Xiu's heart moved, and he lifted the law decision, and several cyan ripples appeared on his fingers, sometimes turning into a vivid palm, sometimes into slender green silk. Yang Xiu played with it for a while, controlling the Immortal Captivator's hand into a straight cyan silk thread, and then shook his palm violently.

The cyan threads flickered in the air, as if they had never been seen before. Yang Xiu immediately got up and came to the wall, and soon found a small hole in the wall, and the stone wall more than a foot thick had already been pierced.

It turns out that this is how the captive hand is used!

At the beginning of the "Mixed Yuan Sutra", the cultivators were reminded that the Immortal Hand must be tempered at least four times to cultivate, Yang Xiu relied on his strong mana to cultivate at the time of the triple, and now it seems that this is the real use of the Immortal Hand, which is much easier to use than any arrow talisman.

As the use of spells becomes more and more proficient. I don't know how many wonderful uses there will be in the future.

Yang Xiu nodded contentedly, glanced back at the room that had witnessed his entry into Xintiandi, and walked out of the door.

......

The first time I saw Yang Xiu. Elder Guo knew that Yang Xiu's breakthrough was successful. Because Yang Xiu's feet did not touch the ground at this time, it seemed that he had taken a step, but in fact he had advanced more than a foot, which was the most obvious feature in the middle stage of quenching.

"One step further on the road to cultivating immortals, it's gratifying~" A group of people led by Elder Guo opened their mouths to congratulate, and for a while, the front of the ancestral hall was full of congratulatory laughter. Yang Xiu smiled and returned the salute one by one, compared to before. Yang Xiu now uses the etiquette between his peers.

is also in the middle stage of quenching, and Yang Xiu can be regarded as a senior in Ranshi Village. Many hunters, including Meng Jian, bowed slightly to greet Yang Xiu. Everyone knew in their hearts that they were cultivating to the same age but were dozens of years apart, and in the immortal cultivation world, Yang Xiu's status was naturally higher than that of Meng Jian and others.

Only Monrou was unaware. Running to Yang Xiu's side with two little thick legs, he looked left and right, and wondered: "It's no different, when Uncle Meng Jian broke through, the whole person was fat, and you seem to have only gotten a little taller." ”

Yang Xiu touched Meng Lu's round head, knowing that this was a normal situation. The physical changes of each person when they break through are different, and the bigger the change, the better. Yang Xiu didn't want to become a muscular man like Meng Jian, and now he was very satisfied with growing nearly an inch taller out of thin air.

In order to improve his cultivation, Yang Xiu's state of mind naturally changed. Looking at Meng Jian and the others with respect, he smiled faintly and said, "We will leave tomorrow." ”

......

The forest sea is turbulent, and the green leaves are like waves. The jungle in the distance rises and falls with the mountains. Like a giant dragon coiled on the earth, it winds its way to the far reaches of its vision. At the intersection of several mountain ranges, the city of Qin stands among them.

Contrary to Yang Xiu's expectations, this big city located in the wilderness was all in the style of the civilized world of Ningguo. Black mud tiles, blue brick walls, and straight stone avenues. It is very different from the rough and primitive architectural style of the twelve villages.

Only when you see pedestrians dressed in exotic clothes on the street corners can you feel a hint of savagery. However, there are also all kinds of people in the crowd. There is no shortage of outsiders wearing robes and long skirts, and Yang Xiu, who is wearing a scholar's robe, is not conspicuous.

Meng Lu carried the big bookcase on his back, followed Yang Xiu and looked left and right, his little face was flushed, and he was very excited.

"Tiger ...... You don't know, sir. Legend has it that Qin City was established for at least 3,000 years, and the current Qin family moved in later, and there are no more than ten big cities like this in the entire wilderness. ”

"More than 3,000 years...... Isn't that even older than Fanjing Mountain?" Yang Xiu's expression moved, and he asked.

Meng Lu pursed his lips, and said with disdain in his childlike voice: "Cut, what is Fanjing Mountain, the oldest ruins in the entire Green Basin are all in the wilderness, lonely and unheard~"

Meng Lu has a competitive temperament, and Yang Xiu learned a lot of wild secrets while arguing with him. These are all histories that have been passed down from generation to generation, and some of them are not seen in the classics.

While walking and talking, the two soon came to the door of a large courtyard. The walls of the courtyard are red bricks and white tiles, and the tall weeping willows on the side of the walls are lined up one after another, and the sun and breeze are full of green. Under the tall gatehouse, the vermilion gate is inlaid with copper nails, and at the top is a large plaque with gold characters on a black background, with four big characters on it: "Qincheng Academy".

Yang Xiu's attention was immediately attracted, the style of these four big characters is close to Xingshu, the penmanship is strong and vigorous, the edge is exposed, and the words reveal the writer's upright and unyielding character, which makes people really feel like seeing words.

"Good words, ......" Yang Xiu was happy when he saw the hunting, and he couldn't help but feel a little itchy when he saw the good words, but now it was not the time to copy and practice words, so he could only nod his head in admiration.

"Is it okay to use it?"

Yang Xiu was immersed in the calligraphy of the plaque, but a not very polite voice came from inside the gate, and when he looked down, a blue-clothed guy came out of the gate and said to Yang Xiu and the two of them very unceremoniously: "Hurry up, hurry up, is the gate of the academy a place to stand casually?"

After speaking, he glared at Yang Xiu impatiently, and beckoned another small guy behind him to join him, intending to close the door. But he lowered his head and pushed it violently a few times, but found that there was a gap in the door and couldn't push it anymore, and when he raised his head, he saw that the scholar at the door was looking at himself with one hand on the door and smiling.

"Excuse me, little brother, I'm Yang Hu who came here to teach talisman making. Yang Xiu said politely with a harmless smile on his face.

The little guy in blue changed his expression obviously when he heard this, hesitated for a moment, dropped a sentence of "you wait", and quickly turned around and ran into the academy.

Before coming, Yang Xiu had already inquired clearly, the status of Qincheng Academy was extremely transcendent, the students in it were both geniuses of the human race and descendants of the great demon beasts in the wilderness, and the nominal dean of the academy was the city lord of Qincheng and the father of Emperor Qin. With this alone, Yang Xiu had to show enough respect.

"What kind of person, the dog's eyes look down on people. Meng Lu muttered in a low voice, but he also knew the rules of Qincheng Academy, and patiently waited outside with Yang Xiu.

......

In the study hidden in the shade of a tree somewhere in the academy, an old man with a childish face was writing something on rice paper, with a calm and smooth gesture and a very focused expression.

After a while, the old man stood up straight and admired it, and put down the brush. The blue-clothed guy on the side stepped forward and whispered, "Mr. Shen, the guy surnamed Yang has arrived and is waiting outside the academy gate." ”

The old man surnamed Shen turned slightly cold when he heard this, and snorted coldly: "If you come, you will come, do you want me to pick him up in person?"

"Definitely not, you are the mentor of our little princess of Qincheng, he is a guy who came out of nowhere, and he dares to snatch the position of this talisman from you, I don't know how thick the sky is!"

The little guy in blue looked indignant, as if he was upset with the old man surnamed Shen, and peeked at the old man who didn't seem to have the intention of talking anymore, so he bowed down and retreated.

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the rice paper on the table, and suddenly felt that the handwriting on the paper was very eye-catching, how awkward it was, he waved his sleeves and turned away, and the rice paper on the table flew up silently, and disappeared in the air without wind and spontaneous combustion.

......

The time of the two pillars of incense passed, and the weather became hotter and hotter. Monroe had already put the bookcase at his feet, his little face was hot black and red, and he kept fanning himself with the corner of his clothes. Yang Xiu stood at the door with his hands behind his back and raised his head slightly, as if he was still immersed in the artistic conception of the plaque calligraphy.

Meng Lu really couldn't help it, ran to the door and looked inside, and then stepped on the wooden threshold in anger, "Oh oh" ran to Yang Xiu's side and said angrily: "Sir, what's the matter with these people, no one has come out for so long a day, I think let's just go home and forget it." ”

"Good. Yang Xiu nodded, turned around and left.

"Huh?" Meng Lu was stunned for a moment, and saw that Yang Xiu had already turned to leave, so he hurriedly ran to the back box under the tree.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

At this moment, several figures flashed out of the gate, shouting and quickly chasing after them. The leader was the little guy in blue just now, and said with a smile: "Mr. Yang, I missed the distance~ I was delayed just now, forgive me." ”

The words were apologetic, but there was no apology in the tone, and there was even a hint of teasing.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. You have been hiding behind the wall for a long time, but it is still cool?" Yang Xiu said solemnly, unaware.

The little guy in blue was stunned when he heard this, and his face was embarrassed. wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, smiled wryly, and didn't know how to speak, and said in his heart, didn't this guy only have the cultivation of the early stage of quenching, how did he find out?

The little man in blue just now came back from the old man's room, intending to cool off Yang Xiu and the others, so he hid in the dark to observe, wanting to reappear when Yang Xiu was impatient and wanted to leave. But a few people were obviously hiding in the shade, but they felt that the surroundings were as hot as fire, and they were already sweating profusely after a while, and some of them even had symptoms of heat stroke.

These people are all monks! Although they only weigh one body, they shouldn't have a heat stroke coma, right?

Several people seemed to have just crawled out of the water, and their bodies were soaked with sweat, which made Menglu very strange. Yang Xiu opened the folding fan with a smile and a "pop", and the eyes of several people were subconsciously attracted by the glittering folding fan, and found that there were several black and white characters written on it: "I will kill you." (To be continued)