"Pa!"
Under the suction of the crystal nucleus in Xiao Yang's body, the blue streamer almost didn't even resist, so it fell into Xiao Yang's hands.
Behind Lingshu Pavilion.
Lin Lang's eyes, staring like a dead fish in general, can not believe.
The streamer that even he can't capture, unexpectedly rushes to Xiao Yang on his own initiative?
The Arabian Nights!
"This kid..." Yang Kun was also moved.
Xiao Yang, how did you do it?
"Sure enough." The light in his hands dissipated, and Xiao Yang's mouth was full of joy.
The third tablet.
"Shua!"
The inscription turned into a ray of light, which fell into his spiritual door and fused with the crystal core.
"Disappeared?" Yang Kun's upper body can't help looking forward and looking at Xiao Yang in surprise.
That Lingshu is really related to Xiao Yang.
"There are many secrets, little fellow." Yang Kun muttered to himself.
"Let him go, let him go!" Lin Lang looks like he is about to cry. He seems to have been robbed by Xiao Yang.
Seeing this, Yang Kun's heart choked with laughter.
Over the years, Lin Lang has finally fallen into trouble.
"I'm going to make new rules!" Lin Lang roared.
"Shua!"
Xiao Yang was very satisfied when he came out of Lingshu Pavilion.
The third tablet was sent to the door. I don't know what can be made by the combination of three kinds of spiritual power.
And the power of the dark ice.
Xiao Yang has a premonition that as long as he is proficient, the power of xuanbing can definitely play an unexpected role.
"Younger martial brother Xiao has come out!"
A cry of surprise rang out, and a group of people who had been waiting for a long time came around.
They are also curious about Xiao Yang's spiritual skills.
After all, the Lingshu in Lingshu Pavilion, even the second kind, is extremely rare in the outside world.
"Younger martial brother Xiao, what have you got? Can you open our eyes?"
"I haven't been in Lingshu Pavilion yet. What's inside?"
"Needless to say, there must be rows of bookshelves full of psychic books, so you can easily get them."
Some people are full of imagination.
Just then, there was a sudden commotion in front of Lingshu Pavilion.
"What's the matter? The rules for entering Lingshu pavilion have changed!"
"What?"
Dun time, around Xiao Yang's side, a rush in the past, with an urgent color.
After all, the change of Lingshu Pavilion rules is closely related to these disciples.
Looking at the words that just appeared in front of Lingshu Pavilion, someone read them softly.
"First, you can't use Lingbao, only one person can enter."
"Second, no more than two quarters of an hour."
"It hasn't changed." Someone can't help saying.
"Don't interrupt. Keep listening." Someone immediately slapped him in the rear.
"Third, if a multi-source spirit master enters, only one spirit beast can be released."
Many people look strange. This rule is obviously newly added, but it's reasonable.
"Fourth, people with foxes can't enter."
"Fifth, people in black robes are not allowed to enter."
Many people look at each other.
What's the rule? Let's have fun!
"Wait, there's another one at the bottom. Sixth, people surnamed Xiao Mingyang can't enter." After that, the man scratched his head, confused, completely unknown.
"Xiao Mingyang, wait. Isn't this younger martial brother Xiao?"
"That's true!"
There was a lot of noise in the field.
These new rules are all aimed at Xiao Yang?
What the hell did he do?
Just as everyone was talking about it, Xiao Yang had already slipped back to his room and pondered over the power of xuanbing. He didn't know the new rules of Lingshu Pavilion.
After the morning peak, shrouded in a hazy white fog, fresh air.
"Xuan Bing Jin!"
With a shout, a first-order higher Nirvana level burning Falcon shot out at high speed. Before it fell to the ground, its body turned into heavy ice and fell to the ground.
"Bang!"
The burning Falcon in the ice is lifelike and looks at Xiao Yang in fear.
Obviously, it's the wrong prey.
"No way."
Looking at the ice in the palm of his hand, Xiao Yang's brow was tightly wrinkled, and he could not release it.
Xuanbing's strength is indeed a powerful spirit skill. He has practiced it for two days in Houfeng, but he still has no idea.
Not to mention control, there is not even a trace of his spiritual power.
"Go on."Taking a deep breath, Xiao Yang's eyes were firm, and he bombarded a strong tree again and again.
Time will soon pass.
The day of the four peaks will soon come.
Sifengjue, as the name suggests, is an activity in which disciples exchange views among the four main peaks. Those who can participate in sifengjue are limited to new disciples and old disciples of the previous year, while those who are older cannot.
Moreover, if the ranking of the new disciple is the same as that of the old disciple, the reward for the new disciple will be more generous.
In this way, the fairness of competition is guaranteed to the greatest extent.
The venue of the four peaks is located in the middle of the four main peaks.
Early in the morning, there was a uproar.
"Xiao Yang, you dare to show up!"
As soon as Xiao Yanggang shows up, he is held down by the angry Cui bin.
These days, for him, is undoubtedly a nightmare.
Every night, he can only sit on the floor, looking at Sun Wu sleeping on the bed, gnashing his teeth.
There are no two reasons.
He can't beat Sun Wu!
Therefore, he attributed all this to the initiator, Xiao Yang.
"A Nirvana pill!" Xiao Yang, who knew he was wrong, quickly softened up.
"Brother Xiao, if you have something to say earlier." Cui Bin's face, instantly piled up a smile: "I and Sun Wu brothers, talk very happy, let a bed what, all should."
Smell speech, Sun Wu scornfully glanced at Cui bin.
If he hadn't beaten up Cui bin on the first night, he might have believed it.
"By the way, to get down to business, I have bad news for you." As soon as he finished, Cui Bin said solemnly: "this time, the four peaks decision is much more difficult than in previous years, including an you from Dongfeng and Wu Heng from Xifeng, who are not easy to provoke."
"Anyou was able to enter the inner peak last year, but for some unknown reason, he stayed down, and his strength was unpredictable. Wu Heng, however, reached the peak of the fifth level spirit Master, which was extremely difficult to deal with."
"An you, Wu Heng." Xiao Yang touched his chin and wrote down the two names.
"That's not the point." Cui Bin took a deep look at Xiao Yang: "Wu Heng and Wu Hao belong to the same family. Wu Heng once came to Beifeng when you left, claiming to avenge Wu Hao. As a result, Xia Zhen made the ball and rolled it out."
"Besides, in front of all the North peaks."
Hearing this, Xiao Yang narrowed his eyes slightly.
It turns out there's another one.
Without Cui bin to say more, he can also know that Wu Heng will certainly put all the humiliation and hatred on his head.
"In that case, come."
Xiao Yang looks calm.
All in all, it's been a long time without a fight.
Take Wu Heng and sharpen his knife.