Chapter 121

"Jian Hao who can play with the wind?"

Wang Jian blinked his eyes, then suddenly he had an incredible idea. He asked tentatively, "what's the name of the spirit you met?"

"Spirit?"

Jiang Fan Leng for a while, some do not understand what this word means in the end.

Then he recalled for a moment, shook his head and said, "he didn't tell me his name, but..."

His face became a little queer, and he said, "every time he wields his sword, he will give a" hasa ". I don't know what it means."

What did Hassa give me?

The smile on Wang Jian's face gradually becomes stiff. Isn't it really that guy?

"What did he teach you?"

"The way to resist the wind!"

Jiang Fan's face looks a little excited. His face is flushed. His hands are pinched tightly and his eyes are shining with a different look.

"The way to resist the wind!"

"Sure enough! It's the guy named Yasuo, the wind sword hero! "

Wang Jian couldn't help but exclaim. When he heard the way to resist the wind, Wang Jian must be the guy. The wind man named happy is right. I didn't expect that guy had such a high affinity with Jiang Fan.

On second thought, he understood something.

Jiang Fan's first soul skill is related to the wind. Maybe it is this that makes their phase reach a high level, which arouses the will of happy wind man.

At the same time, Jiang fan is also tasting the name that Wang Jiankou just said. Is the old man called the wind sword hero? Sure enough! It sounds very handsome!

Back to God, Wang Jian looked at Jiang Fan and asked, "have you learned his way to resist the wind?"

Jiang Fan face a stiff, faltering answer: "no, no, he said too mysterious, I only heard a fur, do not let me try?"

Jiang Fan looks at Wang Jian tentatively, but he is not as rebellious and uninhibited as before. He also knows that if he wants to continue to obtain the inheritance of the master of the wind sword, it must be through this altar.

And Wang Jian is the master of this altar. If he expels himself from the college, he will have no chance to learn Yufeng kendo.

He didn't feel that he had given in to Wang Jian. It was just a compromise made to learn from the inheritance of the master of the wind sword.

This is self humiliation! yes! It's humiliation! In order to beat Dai mubai better!

He found a suitable reason for himself in order to make himself feel at ease.

When Wang Jian heard Jiang Fan's words, he glanced at him and said, "how can there be such a good thing? This altar can only be used once a month, and not every time you meet the strong wind swordsman, you need to... "

"Chance! Do you understand chance? "

Jiang Fan felt a little disappointed, but he soon perked up and looked at Dai mubai who was waiting beside him.

"So his chance is not as good as mine?"

Having heard of Jiang Fan's experience, Dai mubai is regretting why he didn't choose the biggest star. Then he sees Jiang Fan's schadenfreude. His face becomes gloomy and his eyes twinkle with dangerous light.

What the dean said is true. This guy is in need of beating!

Naturally, Wang Jian couldn't see Jiang Fan's complacency, so he took out his ruler and knocked it on his head, which made Jiang Fan feel painful.

"What do you mean? I don't believe that the stars you just saw are much more white than his? "

Jiang Fan was stunned when he heard the speech, and then his face became a little ugly. He narrowed his eyes and began to look at Dai mubai, a little unconvinced in his heart.

Although I'm not as much as him, I've got the inheritance!

Thinking of this, he perked up again with a faint smile on his lips.

Seeing this, Wang Jian stares at Dai mubai again. He is speechless and angry in his heart. You say that you are so smart at ordinary times. Why did you neglect so much this time? Look at the arrogance of this Jiangfan boy!

This altar can only be used once a month. If we miss this opportunity, we will have to wait until next month. Isn't this a waste of opportunity?

But it has come, and it can't be retrieved.

Wang Jian didn't say anything more, his eyes slowly looked at the nearby Qingshi altar, and then slowly walked past.

This also attracted the attention of Jiang Fan and Dai mubai. They watched Wang Jian go to the center of the Qingshi altar, watched him sit down slowly, closed his eyes and entered the state.

In a hazy space, Wang Jian feels that his consciousness is constantly leaping, like crossing the boundaries of space and time, and then sublimating to an unknown starry sky.

On the sky, as Dai mubai said, the stars are bright, each branch is flashing its own unique light, and each one reveals the traces of the epic of the years.

The deeds of Yingling spread in the years and became epics in the rotation of the four seasons.

The stars in the sky all look the same size, which makes Wang Jian feel strange. Is it difficult for him to be so different from those heroes?

However, there are many stars in the sky. Every time you stare at a deep and dark sky, you will suddenly find many more.

Wang Jian didn't waste his time. He chose a bright star at will to let consciousness communicate in the past. Finally, as Dai mubai said, he entered a vast white world.

Here he has no body, only a shallow consciousness, he tried to call in the heart.

"Hello? Is anyone there

There was no one to answer his question in the vast white world. Wang Jian seemed a little disappointed. With the passage of time, ten minutes passed quickly, and Wang Jian's consciousness gradually became shallow.

But at the last moment when his consciousness faded, he suddenly found that the white space in front of him seemed to have changed, as if it had suddenly become full of vitality, but his consciousness had completely faded.

On the green stone altar, Wang Jian slowly opened his eyes. Naturally, his eyes were also confused. He felt some doubts in his heart. What was the matter?

"Ding!"

All of a sudden, the prompt sound of the system suddenly sounded in his ear, clear and sweet.

"Please note that although the altar of glory can communicate with the throne of the spirit between nothingness, the throne of the spirit communicates with the world of heaven. Every world that can praise the epic of the spirit may call the spirit. The spirit can be divided into thousands of parts, but the subject may leave the throne of the spirit, so sometimes the spirit may not be at home."

Wang Jian was slightly stunned, and immediately his breath began to become short, and his eyes widened.

His eyes just stare at the last few words on the system panel, and ten thousand grass mud horses gallop past in his heart.

fuck! There is even the option that Yingling is not at home!

That was

Wang Jian suddenly recalled that he was full of life when he left. Could it be... Yingling just came back?

"Poof!"

Wang Jian suddenly became dejected, lying on the ground, his body became gray, and his heart was crying!

I am not the chieftain or the emperor of Europe!

"Dean, are you ok?"

Looking at Wang Jian's appearance, Dai mubai couldn't help asking.

"Nothing!"

After all, Wang Jian was a man who had suffered countless blows and surprises. He soon recovered his peace, and then glanced at Jiang Fan. Unexpectedly, only this boy got the inheritance in the end.

Hiss! I don't believe it!

"Mubai, you go, pengfan, they call me over!"

"Good!"