Xue Zhen was unhurriedly carrying out the music and writing, the "slaughter" of disordered noise, sitting cross-legged, he was still holding a trick in his hand, a recording trick, a trick that allowed him to select the music and text at the same time, he was able to refine to Xuan Tiancong, and greatly improved the sensitivity of Xuan Tiancong's hearing.

This kind of "slaughter" pays attention to the unity of the monk's mind and mind, using his own hearing to select, at the beginning of the time, the selection speed is extremely fast, about half an hour can reach one or two, but the more you go to the back, with the release of various changes in the music, the difficulty of picking out the noise will also increase. After cultivating for fifty years, the efficiency achieved is actually the kind of state that can't "kill" two or three noisy lines in a month.

Xue Zhen did not have any impatience, he still followed the rhythm, and in the end, Xue Zhen's "killing" essay efficiency gradually improved, and after another fifty years, Xue Zhen finally "killed" a strange murmur and completed this selection test. The piece of Xuanyin Meteorite also became dim.

At this moment, Xue Zhen was still in a sea of music, surrounded by wonderful music lines, and a melodious and melodious movement was playing. There was no change in the sound of this kind of music, if an outsider was in it, he still couldn't hear any sound, but Xue Zhen could clearly hear one song after another at this time, which made him feel intoxicated.

And Xue Zhen didn't indulge in it too much, and in the end, in Xue Zhen's hand, a magic trick that had been held for a long time changed suddenly, the sleeve robe suddenly waved, Xuan Xia flashed, and these fluttering flashing words were all gathered on Xue Zhen's palm. One after another, the lines were pressed in, and finally, after half an hour's work, hundreds of thousands of lines had been gathered to form a dazzling song.

Xue Zhen looked at it simply, and the other palm suddenly pressed down on his palm. Then the palms were divided, and two colored flame snakes shot out, respectively, from the palms, and rolled into Xue Zhen's ears, Xue Zhen's ears flashed with a mysterious light, and in about a few breaths, Xue Zhen had already completed the condensation of this to Xuan Tiancong.

"Not bad! It's really good!" Xue Zhen muttered secretly.

Subsequently, Xue Zhen tried his Supreme Xuan Tiancong again, and he had already reached the Blue Rank level, which could be said to be a step further.

However. When he was about to continue the experiment, he sensed a trace of strangeness in the ring on his palm, Xuan Xia gently took it, but Xue Zhen had already heard an impatient voice:

"Xue boy, what's the matter with you?"

"Brother Wan! Xue has cultivated to Xuan Tiancong, and he can't tolerate any foreign sounds, so he has to temporarily close the spirit beast ring!"

"Do you think Wan will make a mistake?"

"Brother Wan, do you think Xue really has this idea?"

Xue Zhen didn't answer the rhetorical question, Wan Su in the spirit beast ring laughed, and the small grudge between the two was eliminated, but Wan Su raised questions about this Xuan Tiancong.

"Xue boy! Especially listening to some special, faint voices, it can indeed have a miraculous effect, but Wan feels that it doesn't seem to be of much benefit!"

"Brother Wan, can you forget your first encounter with me?"

Wan Su in the spirit beast ring recalled slightly. Glared.

"Don't you ......?"

"Brother Wan! You also know that our situation is changing rapidly! If you master one more supernatural power, you will have one more vitality, Brother Wan will not deny it!" Xue Zhenye had already opened the topic.

"Haha! Then let Wan Mou see the power of your supreme Xuan Tiancong!" Wan Su in the spirit beast ring no longer looked for the root cause, and directly spoke loudly.

this time. Xue Zhen took out a blue Xuan stick that was nearly nine feet long from his storage ring, and flicked his fingers lightly. A somewhat dull and dull voice sounded, and Xue Zhen inspired Xuan Tiancong to listen gently, with a faint smile on his face.

Immediately, his divine thoughts merged into this Lingbao-level blue Xuan Stick, and after about a few breaths, Xue Zhen said in a loud voice:

"Brother Wan, can you discern the weakness of this stick?"

"It's just a Xuan stick, the level of a spiritual treasure!

"Brother Wan! This is just a supernatural power that can be achieved by cultivating to Xuan Tiancong, the others really can't be displayed, if Brother Wan is not interested, then forget it!" Xue Zhen said in a loud voice.

Maybe he couldn't stand this kind of provocation, Xue Zhen could feel Wansu's divine thoughts rising, and he also took advantage of the situation, this azure Xuanzhu immediately left his palm and floated, about half a cup of tea passed, and this black demon Wansu still didn't have any words.

Xue Zhen didn't have any urging, just stood with his hands in his hands, waiting quietly, waiting for him was boring but not boring. In the end, almost half an hour passed, and the Black Devil Wansu spoke loudly:

"The weakness of this wretched stick is two-thirds of the way on one side!"

At this time, hearing Wan Su's words, Xue Zhen didn't mean to speak, I saw that he thought lightly for a while, then put his eyes on the azure Xuan stick, the palm of his hand was a little lucky, and suddenly pushed out, a majestic palm wind passed, and a crack appeared in the whirring sound of the blue Xuan stick, which was exactly two-thirds of what Wan Su said.

At this time, Xue Zhen's expression was indifferent, and he was a little cold, he looked at this Xuanstick, and only said after a while:

"Brother Wan, if Xue told you that Xue had just flicked his fingers lightly, and he could identify the weakness of this treasure by listening to the sound, would you believe it?"

Hearing this, the expression of Wan Su in the spirit beast ring did not change much, and the divine thought sent out to look at Xue Zhen, and only after a while did he say like this:

"Xue boy, this is just some small tricks that can't be put on the table, how can you be proud!"

Hearing this, Xue Zhen didn't mean to continue to distinguish, and this azure Xuan stick was also retracted into the storage ring by him, and in the next time, Xue Zhen's mind was raised, and there was nothing unusual outside.

The aura in his hand flickered, and a formation flag, an ordinary array flag, appeared on his palm. This array flag, from the flagpole to the flag, looks quite ordinary, but Xue Zhen looks at it quite attentively and carefully.

After half a day, Xue Zhen had already started to grasp the trick in his hand, pinched the trick, and finally pressed the trick inside, and the time continued. Every once in a while, Xue Zhen stretched out his hand to flick this flagpole, and from the sound, he seemed to discern something, and several magic tricks appeared and were embedded in this ordinary array flag.

On top of this array flag, Xue Zhen spent nearly seven days tinkering, and finally, he flicked it on the flagpole, identified it, smiled with satisfaction, and wiped the glow at the flag, re-pressing the new spiritual text, giving it new value. (To be continued......)