The so-called spirit control technique is actually a technique created by observing the movement patterns of spirit beasts and through understanding and learning.
For example, observing the flying posture and wingspan of a roc can allow practitioners to fly with the speed and flexibility of a roc.
Observing the tiger's attacks can allow practitioners to understand the fierce and powerful attacks of tigers.
This kind of magic is called spirit control.
Of course, not all practitioners have this ability. In order to master the art of controlling spirits, in addition to talent, it also requires hard work and experimentation.
Therefore, there are very few people who master the art of controlling spirits.
"Tiger Fist!"
Following Ye Xiaohu's clear shout, he jumped up, reached out and made a fist, and swung it towards Nangong Qingyuan below.
A small body bursts out with infinite power.
When that punch was thrown, the shadow of a fierce tiger appeared around him.
He seemed to turn into a tiger instantly.
The roar of the tiger shakes the forest, and the shadow of the tiger is majestic.
"What a powerful move!" someone exclaimed.
Nangong Qingyuan's face was cold, and she did not dare to take it lightly. She activated her golden blood instantly, stretched out her hand into a fist to protect herself, and a layer of light shield suddenly formed, heading towards Ye Xiaohu.
Coax~
There was a loud noise and strong winds overflowed.
Ye Xiaohu continued to move forward, but Nangong Qingyuan frowned and retreated step by step.
She was very shocked.
So strong!
She almost couldn't resist.
Soon, Ye Xiaohu retired after his success and was no longer fond of fighting.
He put his hands behind his back and looked very calm.
On the other hand, Nangong Qingyuan's hands were trembling slightly.
"Nangong Qingyuan, how do you feel about this punch?" Ye Xiaohu curled his lips and smiled softly.
Nangong Qingyuan gritted his teeth, "Not so good!"
"Really? Then continue?"
As Ye Xiaohu finished speaking, a bright star gradually flashed above his head, and the shadow of a Kunpeng loomed.
In the void, a sharp scream of Kunpeng seemed to be heard.
"This is...spiritual control?!"
"Spirit Control?!"
"Yes! I wasn't very sure just now, thinking it was some kind of skill, but now I'm sure it's a spirit-control technique!"
...
The spirit control technique is relatively popular compared to the Shadow Stream technique that Xiaohu used before.
However, because the art of controlling spirits requires talent, just like refining alchemy. Furthermore, the art of controlling spirits requires constant attempts, so there are very few people who know how to control spirits.
It’s not that no one in the academy practices the art of controlling spirits, but only those geniuses at the monster level practice it.
For example, the number one person on the Fengyun Stone Tablet is Lu Yunfeng.
In fact, as early as when Ye Xiaohu used Tiger Fist for the first time, many elders on the referee's bench saw the clues.
However, they were very shocked.
Because, in their knowledge, no one can be so proficient in using the spirit control technique at such a young age!
Ye Xiaohu is only six years old!
"Yu Ling, whirlwind!"
Nangong Qingyuan raised her head and looked at the figure above Ye Xiaochen's head, covering the sky and the sun, and her heart sank to the bottom.
She felt an aura of despair.
It seemed that in front of such a Kunpeng, she was as small as dust and as humble as an ant.
Following Ye Xiaohu's order, the Kunpeng bird spread its wings and headed towards Nangong Qingyuan.
The wings are like clouds hanging from the sky, covering the sky and the sun.
With a trembling of the wings, the storm suddenly rises and a hurricane passes by.
The violent hurricane made Nangong Qingyuan unable to open her eyes.
"Damn it!"
Nangong Qingyuan cursed lowly but did not sit still and wait for death.
She stretched out her right hand, grabbed it in the air, and a large golden bow suddenly appeared in her hand.
Take a bow and shoot an arrow.
Arrow is a sword of nothingness.
The bow is a bow of nothingness.
But its power cannot be underestimated.
"Shoot the sun arrow, go!"
Nangong Qingyuan shouted sharply, drew the bow to full capacity, and then released the arrow.
Whoosh~
The sound of the long arrow piercing the air was extremely sharp.
The arrow turned into a stream of light, pierced the void, and shot toward the roc.
Coax~
Chirp~
An arrow and a roc collided in the void, and the light suddenly became brighter.
Two sounds erupted, deafening.
"So strong!"
Many academy disciples reflected this scene in their eyes and were filled with emotion.
Both Nangong Qingyuan and Ye Xiaohu showed strength beyond their years.
"It feels like they're even."
As soon as the words fell, the golden light disappeared, and the Dapeng bird was shattered into pieces. However...
The hurricane remains!
The strong wind turned into a tornado and roared towards Nangong Qingyuan.
Nangong Qingyuan was unable to avoid it and was swept in by the tornado. Then he was thrown out heavily, hit the boundary wall, and finally fell to the battle platform.
"Ye Xiaohu is actually better?!"
This ending surprised many people.
It was obvious that both sides would suffer losses, but I never thought that the phantom of the roc would still have plenty of stamina after it shattered!
"Is this the power of spirit control?"
"The art of shadow flow, the art of controlling spirits, how does this Ye Xiaohu know so many skills?"
"Even if you understand, you are still so powerful! Is he really just a six-year-old child?"
"What on earth was I doing when I was six years old?"
...
After Ye Xiaohu defeated Nangong Qingyuan with the technique of Shadow Stream, he used the technique of controlling spirits to make Nangong Qingyuan look embarrassed, which excited the academy disciples.
They have never seen such a wonderful scene in such a young age group!
On the other side, Ye Xiaochen mobilized countless virtual swords and attacked Nangong Pushen.
The sword shadows filled the sky, like shooting stars.
Brilliant and sharp.
Nangong Pushe looked solemn and did not dare to be careless.
He mobilized the power of the golden bloodline as much as possible, combined with his own cultivation, to form a huge shield in front of him.
Unlike the golden shield, this shield slowly rotated in front of him, with mysterious lines carved on it.
Countless lightsabers shot towards the light shield.
Swish swish swish~
Bang bang bang~
Wherever the lightsaber hits, it's like a gust of wind and rain.
The moment it hit the light shield, it made a crisp sound.
Lightsaber, in annihilation.
The light shield is trembling.
Sparks flew.
Countless lightsabers came one after another, and the light shield seemed to be destroyed in the next moment.
Countless people watched this scene with bated breath, wondering whether Ye Xiaochen's lightsaber was sharper or Nangong Pu's light shield was thicker?
“Don’t overestimate your capabilities!”
Nangong Han looked at this scene and couldn't help but sneered coldly.
This light shield is extremely sharp. To try to destroy it with just a lightsaber is simply unimaginable!
"The light of a grain of rice dares to compete with the sun and the moon? What a joke!"
Hearing what Nangong Han said, Ling Xueyao gradually relaxed and glanced at Ye Xiaochen with great disdain.
In her opinion, her son Nangong Pushe is not only the most noble in the world, but also the strongest!
No one can beat her kids!
No one!
Soon, the winner was decided.
The lightsaber is exhausted.
The anti-sightseeing shield is not broken except for cracks.
"Hahaha~"
When Nangong Pushe saw this, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar.
"Ye Xiaochen, your swordsmanship seems to be nothing more than this!"