Chapter Twenty-Three: The Armor Breaker
Xing Yuan listened to the sound of complaining in the stone gate, and his face suddenly turned dark, he didn't dare to be angry or speak in his heart, otherwise, the slap behind the door would slap him to death.
However, when he thought that he could cultivate another spirit body, as if his face had changed, he instantly turned from sadness to joy, and muttered, "Great." ”
Then, he looked at the beast spirit of the Heavenly Demon Thunder Tiger in his hand, and then looked at the courtyard of Ye Xuanzhen's house, hesitated for a moment, and sent the brocade box back to the room, let's go learn the runes first.
"Uncle Ye?"
Xing Yuan walked into the courtyard next door, looked at the rocking chair, and found that Ye Xuanzhen was not lying there, he went into the house to look around, and the entire courtyard was empty except for him.
Although Xing Yuan was a little puzzled, he didn't care.
"Maybe Uncle Ye is busy with something."
With this in mind, he made his own breakfast.
After a while, there was a pungent fragrance from the Ye family's courtyard, and at the same time, Ye Xuanzhen walked into the courtyard from outside, smelling the fragrance of the food, and his stomach growled.
He couldn't wait to walk into the kitchen, looked at the busy Xing Yuan, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and the next moment, he glared at the latter again, and said, "Don't you kid have a kitchen at home?" ”
"Uncle Ye is back?"
Xing Yuan glanced back at Ye Xuanzhen and said, "What I said, how can I be regarded as half a disciple of yours, isn't your family my family?" ”
"You kid..."
Ye Xuanzhen glanced at Xing Yuan, and said angrily: "I taught you the skills together, and I also gave you my property?" ”
"Hey......
Xing Yuan did not answer, but took out the porridge and vegetables in the pot.
Suddenly, Ye Xuanzhen took out something from his arms and threw it at Xing Yuan, who was quick to catch it, almost knocked over the porridge in the bowl, and asked, "What is it?" ”
"Just look at it."
"It's kind of mysterious."
Xing Yuan muttered, spread out his palm, revealing a jade bottle as green as jade, he opened the cork, and suddenly a fierce aura hit.
Xing Yuan used his spiritual power to resist the attack, and driven by curiosity, he hurriedly looked into the bottle, which was a red liquid, a drop of blood.
"What is this?" Xing Yuan looked at Ye Xuanzhen suspiciously.
Ye Xuanzhen said with a smile: "A drop of spirit beast true blood can help you cultivate your spirit body." ”
"Uh......"
Xing Yuan was stunned, the indescribable feeling in his heart, moved? There must be.
But half an hour ago, Xing Feng also gave him a beast spirit, and the two of them discussed?
From the previous attack, Xing Yuan could feel that the original owner of that drop of true blood was only higher than the Heavenly Demon Thunder Tiger's ranking.
"Uncle Ye, thank you."
Xing Yuan raised the jade bottle in his hand and smiled at Ye Xuanzhen, who glanced at him and said angrily: "Thank you, didn't you just say that it was half of my disciple." ”
After that, the two brought the food to the table, and at the same time, Xing Feng, who lived next door, looked for the aroma of the meal, and the three of them had a breakfast 'happily'.
Subsequently, Xing Feng went home, and Xing Yuan continued to follow Ye Xuanzhen to learn runes.
After nearly twenty days of study, Xing Yuan made very rapid progress, and he was already able to sketch ten strokes of the armor breaking talisman, and if there were five more strokes, he would be able to get started and condense.
……
At night, the dark sky was sparsely decorated with jewel-like stars, and Xing Yuanpan was sitting on the bed, cultivating selflessly.
At this moment, in the spirit fetus god hide, next to the lonely stone statue, there was a big golden bird standing, staring straight at Xing Yuan.
Suddenly, its feathers flew up and turned into arrows.
"It seems that only by subduing you can you be honest."
Xing Yuan's voice was cold, and in the next moment, his spiritual power erupted, and a golden crow appeared behind him.
The golden crow was like an emperor in the fire, and he glanced at the golden bird coldly, and in the next moment, the golden crow rose up and slammed into the latter.
The two birds fought fiercely in the spirit womb, sometimes cutting through the sky, sometimes tearing the air, and the golden crow always had the upper hand.
Suddenly, the golden crow turned into a round of fireballs and slammed into the golden bird, which couldn't dodge it, and was hit squarely, and was directly knocked out sideways.
In the next moment, the golden crow was ferocious, and the three legs moved together, tearing the golden bird apart in an instant, and then, the golden bird turned into a drop of blood and flew into Xing Yuan's mouth.
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Time flies, time flies, and half a month has passed in a blink of an eye.
On this day, Xing Yuan sketched runes in Ye Xuanzhen's courtyard, and suddenly felt something in his heart, and his spiritual power surged, turning into a pen, and began to sketch armor-breaking talismans one stroke after another.
In an instant, the first fourteen strokes were completed in one go, without pause in between, and the next moment, he began to sketch the fifteenth.
In fact, the first fourteen strokes, Xing Yuan had successfully sketched ten days ago, but the fifteenth stroke could not be sketched for a long time.
Buzzing!
Xing Yuan concentrated, and the moment he put down his pen, the air was boiling.
In the next moment, he threw away his distracting thoughts, put all the failures of the past few days behind him, and suddenly swiped it, and the fifteenth stroke was completed.
At the same time, the messy strokes in the air, as if they had a backbone, slowly condensed, forming a special rune, the armor-breaking talisman.
The rune started, and Xing Yuan suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "It's done." ”
On the other side, Ye Xuanzhen nodded slowly and reminded: "Xiao Yuanzi, take advantage of the feeling just now, condense the rune seal." ”
"Condensation sigils?"
Xing Yuan was stunned, and then sat down cross-legged and manipulated his spiritual power to enter the Mud Pill Palace.
When all the spiritual power poured into the Mud Pill Palace, it suddenly rioted and became a spiritual whirlpool.
Xing Yuan held on to oneness and began to slowly control his spiritual power to spin in the Mud Pill Palace.
With the Mud Pill Palace, the spirit vortex maintained this peculiar spinning rhythm.
Suddenly, Xing Yuan faintly felt that there seemed to be a faint suction, emanating from the spiritual whirlpool.
"Condensation!"
Just when that faint suction appeared, Xing Yuan's eyes widened, and a soft drink sounded from his mouth, and he controlled the spiritual vortex and compressed it fiercely.
Buzzing!
When the spiritual vortex was compressed to the limit, there were bursts of humming sounds in the entire Mud Pill Palace.
The spiritual whirlpool, which was originally peaceful and steady, suddenly sent out some rebounds at this moment.
"Give me Ning!"
Xing Yuan took a deep breath, and a heavy drink came out of his mouth, now is the most important time to condense the natal talisman, there is nothing wrong with it.
Bang bang!
A strong spiritual fluctuation suddenly spread out from his mind, and in the Mud Pill Palace, the spiritual vortex also emitted an overwhelmed wail.
Subsequently, Xing Yuan's spiritual power was used as a pen, sketching stroke after stroke, wanting to connect the fragments of the spiritual vortex together.
However, his mental power is very limited.
Ye Xuanzhen, who had been observing, suddenly made a move, and a huge spiritual power poured into Xing Yuan's mind, and the latter perked up and continued to outline.
After a while, all the fragments were connected by Xing Yuan, and then, they gradually formed a whole and turned into a special rune.
The rune had just taken shape, and Xing Yuan felt that the depleted spiritual power had returned, and he could vaguely feel that it had improved a lot.
Seeing this, Ye Xuanzhen withdrew his spiritual power and said, "What effect is it to try?" ”