There were no three days to prepare, for the letter was on the way and it was a day's errand.

The people of Daozi Courtyard went out to inquire about the news of Meng Yanhu, but they didn't hear much, they were outsiders after all.

I only know that Meng Yanhu is good at swordsmanship, but I don't know which style it is.

Zhao Yingyun felt that the other party's swordsmanship had not entered the transformation realm, so he was still at this stage of mastery.

Is it just that the opponent's sword is fast? Is it heavy? Dense? Or is it smart?

He didn't know any of this, as for what magic weapons there were, or even magic weapons, he didn't know very well, but he heard that the other party had a magic weapon-level flying sword, but no one had seen it.

And the most seen is a sword that he asked someone to refine himself, which is said to be called 'Electric White'.

As for whether there are other magic weapons, it's not that I haven't heard about it, but I have heard too much news, although this Meng Yanhu is not the head of the Meng family, but he is the first heir to the next head of the Meng family, so he has a lot of resources, and it is not surprising that there will be a lot of small magic weapons.

Everyone in the Binghuo Hall looked at Zhao Yingyun.

In fact, Zhao Yingyun himself didn't know that he was still very famous in the lower courtyard.

It's just that he has been gone for a few years, and he was only with a few people when he was in the lower house before, so he doesn't know everyone, but everyone knows him.

And there are many legends about the truth and falsehood of Zhao Yingyun.

At this time, Zhao Yingyun was sitting there, there was no open flame around him, but everyone felt that with his body as a wick, he exuded a fire light that was invisible to the naked eye.

But if they felt it, they could feel that in the void around him, there was a dull firelight, churning and surging.

The sun slowly turned from the east to the west, and those who had gone out to inquire about the news returned, but they did not make a sound, and they all sat there silently.

At this time, a person stood up and said, "Senior brother, the time is almost up. ”

Zhao Yingyun opened his eyes, stood up, glanced out the window, and then walked out.

All the people followed.

The sun is in the west.

Zhao Yingyun walked on the street, many people looked at him, but he walked in silence.

He didn't go to Feiteng and heard the cacophony of the streets on both sides, and felt a lot of people leaning out of the windows to point and point.

Zhao Yingyun didn't seem to hear it.

Because Zhao Yingyun didn't say anything, the juniors and disciples who followed him didn't say anything, just followed silently.

Suddenly, someone ran out of the alleys on both sides of the street and cursed.

Pointing at Zhao Yingyun and scolding, Zhao Yingyun ignored it, the junior brother behind him wanted to take care of it, but Zhao Zhiyun said: "Don't pay attention to these." ”

So everyone let these people scold there, and some of the junior disciples were angry in their hearts, but they still moved forward silently, all the way to the city wall in the south of the city.

He had almost crossed most of Guangyuan Mansion, and when he first arrived at the south wall of the city, he saw that the walls were full of people, and most of the people who scolded people along the way were ordinary people, but now they are standing on the roof, and the people on the walls and trees are all cultivators.

Zhao Yingyun walked up from the stone steps on one side, and the other people followed, the city wall was very large, and it would not be crowded with a dozen or so people standing on it.

Meng Yanhu has not yet come.

The sun is in the west, shining brightly, stretching the shadows of people, trees, and mountains for a long time.

The people around him were all quiet, one person stood, but one person and one figure stared at him quietly.

Zhao Chengyun stood there, he felt the fire of the sun, but he felt that along the way, everyone's shadow seemed to exude malice.

He asked everyone not to respond because he knew that it was all arranged by the opponent.

That letter didn't say what Tiandu Mountain would pay if he lost, but he was sure that there would definitely be a huge pay, and if he won, there would be a huge gain.

So, whatever the opponent does, it's not surprising.

The malice felt along the way is like the dark side of people, like the shadow of people at this moment.

A gust of wind blew, and the clothes on the people fluttered, causing the shadows to shake, but they were like hideous demons.

Zhao Yingyun's heart moved, if it was based on the evil thoughts in his heart, and the shadow of the person was conjured, then ......

With this in mind, he wanted to test his spell immediately, but now was clearly not the time.

A spell requires not only the experience of its predecessors, but also its own comprehension, and the spell that you think of or comprehend is often more suitable for yourself than what you learn from others.

It is said in "Hu's Illusion Mind Method" that illusion is from the heart, and all things can become illusions.

He felt the sun at this time, and thought about the method of transfiguration, which was an extension of the idea that came suddenly.

Meng Yanhu wanted to make Zhao Yingyun anxious through this off-court way, and make the opponent fail by affecting the opponent's mood, but he couldn't do it.

As the unitary hour passes, the sun's rays float up.

Meng Yanhu appeared.

He did not come from the earth, but from the sky, and not from a distance, but from a high place, before he was hidden in the void, and the moment he suddenly appeared, he did not mean to say hello at all, but directly out of the sword.

A white light flew down from the void, and with the white light appeared a person, floating in the air like a goshawk.

Zhao Yingyun sensed the danger and turned around, and at the time of this turn, the sword had already arrived in front of him.

However, as he turned, his sleeves swung as well.

There was a red light condensed on the sleeves, as if the sun was bringing, rolling up a glow, deflecting the sword light, and pulling it down, making the sword light fly towards the void on the side.

At the same time, a flash of fire popped out of his right hand.

The light of the fire was only a little at first, but it quickly expanded into a huge fireball, and a fire dragon roared out of the fireball.

Meng Yanhu laughed.

He felt like he was going to win.

Because someone told him that what Zhao Yingyun did was mainly the fire method, and said the general appearance of the fire method, none of which escaped what the other party said.

Dragon!

Later, there will be a finger drawing of golden light, and he also has a way to deal with it.

This conjured fire dragon, the man told him that he had some ways, but he already had a magic weapon to restrain him.

I saw that there was an extra copper whip in his hand, and the copper whip had nine sections, and the sections were covered with runes.

This copper whip has a name called the Bronze Whip of the Fighting God, which can not only disperse people's souls, but also disperse spells.

I saw the bronze whip in my hand swing out, and a ray of light fell with the copper whip.

With a little thought, he controlled the flying sword to circle in the void and stabbed towards the back of Zhao Yingyun's head.

Single-mindedness, split-mindedness, this is an ability that a monk must practice.

The juniors and disciples in the lower courtyard all sweated for Zhao Yingyun, because swordsmanship has always been a skill that is good at killing, and if there is no smart body, there is no way to escape the stabbing of swordsmanship.

At this moment, Zhao Yingyun moved, his body seemed to be swimming, his feet stepped into the void, the sleeve in his hand waved, with the sword that fell crookedly, and his body floated to the side with his strength.

But the fire dragon on that side was beaten and scattered under the bronze whip of the god.

All of a sudden, the sword light was stabbing and slashing smartly, and Zhao Yingyun was on the city wall, turning his body, a pair of sleeves were rolled, and the Xuanguang around his body was like a wave of fire surging with his sleeves.

obviously looked precarious, but he turned his body and was not stabbed under the sword light that was sometimes dense and sometimes wide open and closed.