Yang Xiu's voice was as loud as thunder, exploding in his ears!
Master Mo Yun's old face was stunned, and a confused expression appeared on his originally angry face, an expression of "Am I dreaming?"
Is this kid really stupid or crazy?
He was a senior elder of the Magicians Guild, a third-level magician! Didn't he hear what he said and was he really not afraid that the Magicians Guild would blame him? This curse immediately made him stunned.
Before he could speak again, an evil aura spread out from Yang Xiu's body. He looked at him with starry eyes and said coldly: "Old guy, you also know that you are a senior elder of the Magicians Guild and a third-level magician?
"
"As a magician, you don't even know what Ling'er's divine body is, so you rashly take him a fire spirit pill with violent attributes. This kind of behavior that treats human life as a joke, do you still have the nerve to call yourself a magician?"
"As a magician, you pride yourself on being noble. You shout out the word "magician" every time you open and shut. You completely forget why you entered the art world in the first place. You are blinded by the flattery of the world, and you are only left with the way of being a magician.
But it’s stagnant.”
"You have long lost your heart for magic."
"How dare you say that you are a magician like this?"
Yang Xiu's questioning voice was like thunder, and he drank one after another, like thunder exploding in his ears.
Master Mo Yun was suddenly startled and looked at Yang Xiu in disbelief. He never thought that one day Master Mo Yun would be educated by a young man.
Although I was extremely angry inside, I couldn't refute it!
Is it true, as Yang Xiu said, that he has lost his original intention of practicing martial arts and has stopped here?
There was an inexplicable sadness in his heart, but as a third-level magician who was used to being superior, he was being scolded by a junior in front of the old man. He stretched his neck and said forcefully with a slightly red face: "Hugh
You are talking nonsense! The sea of magic is boundless and vast. What do you know if you are not a layman? This little girl is cold and has a weird body. I am really helpless. What about you? Is there any way?"
Master Mo Yun snorted heavily, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked cold.
A magician is not even a layman, no matter how right you are in scolding him, Mo Yun will never be convinced!
"way?"
Yang Xiudao: "What a coincidence, I really have it."
"Hahaha, do you have any idea?"
"Just you?"
"I really don't believe it!"
As soon as Yang Xiu finished speaking, Master Mo Yun burst into laughter. He couldn't hold it back anymore. He laughed like a pig and looked at him like he was an idiot. Is there any way? This little girl's innate divine power is extremely weird.
, even the president and vice-president are helpless, otherwise they would not study in isolation! But you, Yang Xiu, are so arrogant!
I originally thought that Yang Xiu could be considered a quite capable junior because he could say what he said before.
When I look at it now, I see it is really arrogant and extremely childish!
The old man Tianpu also changed his expression and said hurriedly: "Yang Xiu, don't mess around!"
"Coming around?"
Yang Xiu smiled faintly and said: "Why would I, Yang Xiu, joke with my sister's life? I really think I have the same virtue as a third-level magician!"
The smile on Master Mo Yun's face suddenly stopped, and he said angrily: "Humph! Boy, this is what you said! If you can suppress the cold power in Nizi's body, I can do anything for you!"
"Haha, Master Mo Yun, this is what you said, don't deny it when the time comes." Yang Xiu sneered.
"Hmph! Have I ever told a lie?" Master Mo Yun said coldly, it doesn't matter, it will take a while for the guild to react to this matter and send out people.
It depends on what methods your kid has!
The old man Tianpu still wanted to speak, but when he saw Yang Xiu's firm eyes, he took back his words and sighed, anyway, since he met Yang Xiu, the latter had given him too much shock.
Maybe this time, we can create a miracle.
Yang Xiu walked up to Ling'er and looked at the petite girl lying on the bed. He thought of the sister who followed him with a runny nose when he was in Yang's house in the ancient city. She had endured great pain and persevered in the past two months, and felt a wave of pain in her heart.
Muscle pain.
"Elder Mo Yun, I heard that you have a set of black silver needles, which are made from silver silk spun by the third-level magic beast Snow Silver Silkworm."
"Borrow it for use."
Yang Xiu said calmly.
"Boy, what are you doing with this?" Mo Yun frowned, but still threw out a wooden box. He wanted to take a closer look at what Yang Xiu could do!
The wooden box landed steadily in front of him. Yang Xiu ignored it. Instead, he closed his eyes tightly and stood motionless. Even his breathing became regular.
Master Mo Yun said angrily: "Boy, what are you doing? Now is not the time to sleep!"
He thought Yang Xiu was too nervous and couldn't help feeling proud.
However, the expression of the old man Tianpu became solemn, and he was secretly surprised, because he could sense Yang Xiu's aura, which quickly stabilized, and actually entered an ethereal state of cultivation. In this state, the warrior's knowledge of martial arts, martial arts, etc.
If you understand it, you will be greatly improved.
He could tell that Yang Xiu was trying to understand some kind of method!
In fact, what Old Man Tianpu expected was good. At this moment, Yang Xiu's mind was rapidly integrating the inheritance of the old ghost who picked up stars. The latter's countless experiences were turned into fragments and quickly turned around in his mind, as if he had experienced them personally. Even if it was picking up stars,
A first-grade elixir that Xing Laogui refined when he first entered the art world. The refining process and memories emerged, and Yang Xiu experienced them one by one.
Suddenly, Yang Xiu opened his eyes, and a mysterious light burst out from the depths of his pupils. It was the countless memories of old ghost Zhaixing, all of which were imprinted in his mind at this moment, as if he had experienced it!
Master Mo Yun suddenly felt a chill and took a breath of cold air. He couldn't help but his face changed drastically, because he felt an aura from Yang Xiu that even Guild President Yu Chijin didn't have!
"rise!"
He shouted softly and stared at the wooden box. The silver needles in the wooden box burst out of the box as if they were induced. Hundreds of densely packed silver needles were suspended in the air like threads, and a faint power of the instrument was dispersed. "Induction of the instrument!
The instrument is inductive! My black silver needle actually took the initiative to recognize its owner! What did you kid do to my spiritual weapon!"
Master Mo Yun suddenly couldn't sit still. He slapped his thigh and shouted at Yang Xiu. His old face suddenly became extremely horrified. This set of black silver needles has been with him for many years and has never changed like it is today.
Just as he was horrified, Yang Xiu made a secret with both hands, and hundreds of silver needles began to line up as if they were being induced, "Senior Star Reacher, I hope your method is effective."
The confident laughter of the old star-catching ghost came from the ancient god monument: "Hahaha, don't worry, kid, this set of acupuncture techniques has been researched by me for many years. It can suppress the cold power in your sister's body without any pressure!"
Yang Xiu nodded slightly.
"Boy, what on earth are you going to do!"
When Master Mo Yun spoke, the black silver needles in front of Yang Xiu began to sing softly one by one, and each one seemed to be spiritual, piercing Yang Linger's body one by one!
"Oh my God."
"This, this is the needle-control style of Shutian's Twelve Styles! God, my God!~"
Master Mo Yun shivered when he saw it, "This is a magical skill in the art. Boy... No, Yang Xiu, how do you know how to use it? This..."