When Zhan Liang in the top pavilion came to his senses, his surroundings were completely covered with rich white mist, and he could not see anything except the endless white smoke.
"Ding...ding...ding...ding..."
The sound of cloud board knocking still came from above his head, and it seemed that only this sound was left in Zhan Liang's entire world.
Zhan Liang sneered: "Hmph! I just learned the cloud trapping array of my Baiwu Palace, so I want to trap me? It's so naive!"
As he spoke, the familiar seal was quickly twisted up in his heart, and an ice-blue water spirit qi surged out from his fingertips.
With the water spirit qi running at his fingertips, Zhan Liang quickly wrote a rune in the void in front of him.
As soon as the rune is complete, the water spirit Qi is given to it. Zhan Liang uses more surging pure spiritual Qi. He slapped the rune in front of him with his palm and shouted loudly: "Seeing the sun with a clear cloud!"
The rune suddenly burst into water and light, and the thick fog around it instantly dissipated.
Zhan Liang looked around again and found that he had actually arrived in front of the small courtyard where Yan Yan lived.
"Hmph! Just like this, the cloud trapping formation is still far from it!"
With a cold sneer, Zhan Liang stepped into the yard.
When he arrived at the door of the main room where Yan Yan lived, Zhan Liang stood in front of the door and bowed: "The three-day appointment has arrived, and today is the day to compete for the martial arts. Zhan Liang came here to ask Miss Yan for advice!"
In fact, Zhan Liang came in just to take a look, and did not have much hope to meet Yan Yan here.
Yan Yan has probably gone to the training ground at this time, and even felt that he was not sure to fight them, so he had left the Baiwu Palace.
But as soon as he finished speaking, the door where Yan Yan lived was slowly opening.
No one came out of the room, but Zhan Liang heard a gentle voice: "Come in."
He frowned.
Although he heard that Yan Yan was talking, he could not be sure whether it was coming from the room.
It sounds a little ethereal, as if it was passed down from the sky, and it seems to be born from his spiritual consciousness...
Hi! What if it doesn't matter, since she lets it in, go in.
Let’s beat that girl up first!
Zhan Liang didn't think much about it and walked into the room.
In the room, Yan Yan sat upright at the tea table, twisting the tea cup with his forehand, and looking at him with a smile.
When Zhan Liang saw Yan Yan, his brows frowned even more: "The three-day deadline you set yourself is waiting for you now. You are still sitting here steadily, and you can really sit there!"
While speaking, Zhan Liang quickly twisted a trick in his spiritual sense. The cloud chain on his waist was not as good as the one who stabbed Yan Yan's face. With the sound of the wind, it was as straight as an arrow.
Yan Yan jumped up from his seat, and a bright silver chain appeared in his hand at the same time.
While leaping up, Yan Yan's toes stabbed the silver chain close to the front, and the chain in his hand rotated like flying, forming a circle of phantoms.
The center of the circle is actually the Yin-Yang Pisces, the first two tails are entangled with each other.
A faint smile was hanging on his face. Yan Yan possessed himself and looked down at the bottom but failed to hit the attack. Zhan Liang, who ran the magic again, said slowly: "The chain is the softness of the weapon. It is soft on the outside and tough on the inside.
Then weakness can overcome strength. Fish cannot escape from the abyss, and our sect's sharp weapon cannot be shown to others..."
Yan Yan's voice came into his ears, and Zhan Liang's heart was shocked.
This sentence is difficult to understand. He was ambiguous when he heard it, but he felt that it had a profound meaning and was indecent.
Although he felt that this was enlightenment, Zhan Liang was determined to win at this moment and had no time to figure it out. His skills quickly and constantly attacked Yan Yan.
Although Yan Yan also used the fifteenth style of Baiwu Palace to fight back, more moves were something that Zhan Liang had never seen before. Although he was sure that he had never seen them, he looked familiar.
Although he realized that things are strange everywhere today, Zhan Liang had no time to think at this moment.
Because he found that the other party not only took all the tricks he attacked Xiang Yanyan, but also looked even easier than him.
Zhan Liang was eager to win, and in his subconscious, he never felt that Yan Yan had the possibility of winning.
However, the situation in front of him was completely out of control, which caught Zhan Liang off guard and was still eager to win, which made Zhan Liang more anxious, and even the seals he made in his hands began to frequently deviate.
At the same time, the disciples on the practice field were like Zhan Liang, surrounded by thick white mist.
They couldn't see each other at all, but they were having a lot of fun fighting at the same time.
At this moment, there is a scent in everyone's eyes.
When each Yan Yan deals with disciples of various sects, his moves are different and unpredictable.
Everyone felt that she was using the White Mist Technique, but it was different from the White Mist Technique they learned.
At first, almost all the members of the White Mist Palace, from the elders to the disciples, tried their best to win.
Because everyone felt that Yan Yan could not use the white chain technique to beat them in just three days.
With the preconceived superiority in their hearts, they have a natural contempt for Yan Yan.
However, gradually they discovered that the white chain exercises performed by Yan Yan were very different from the white chain exercises they performed.
Their moves are combined and used in combination between the fifteen styles.
The white chain technique used by Yan Yan is like the tide rising and falling in the wind and clouds, and the waves are endless, and the illusion is endless.
Zhan Liang, You Changqing and Qi Haoguang, the elders in the sect, naturally had a deeper understanding of the white chain technique than ordinary disciples. In the duel with Yan Yan, they gradually began to gain some enlightenment.
When even Zhan Liang began to become unwarranted and was completely immersed in the state of equality, Yan Yan's voice sounded in everyone's ears:
"If a great success is lacking, its use will not be bad.
If the big surplus is like a rush, its use will never be endless.
A big straightforward thing is like a bend, a big clever thing is like a clumsy thing, and a big argument is like a dull thing.
Yan Yan's voice seemed to resound through the world, or it seemed to come from everyone's consciousness.
When the last word "六" was spit out from Yan Yan's mouth, all the elders and disciples of Baiwu Palace stopped their discussions.
Everyone stood up respectfully and looked at Yan Yan in front of him seriously.
Yan Yan continued to use the white chain technique, but at this moment, the spells and seals she used were completely gone from the killing aura she had just now. She raised her hand and seemed to go straight into the depths of the white clouds, searching for a path through flowers, and showing the vast energy of the colorful pictures...
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After the collection, the white chain in Yan Yan's hand suddenly disappeared, and his whole body slowly landed from the void.
At the same time, Yan Yan, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the martial arts training ground, completed the last sequel and slowly opened her eyes.
"Ding...ding...ding...ding..."
The melodious sound of cloud boards resounded through the entire Baiwu Hall again.
All the elders and disciples all gave a deep gift to Yan Yan on the opposite side from their hearts.
Zhan Liang saluted deeply to Yan Yan in front of him, with no arrogance on his face as he had been three days ago, and he respectfully said: "Thank you for your personal advice, Liang has received the teachings!"
When he finished speaking, he heard the sound of cloud boards in his ears again, and the house and Yan Yan in front of him collapsed and were fragmented in an instant.