Douluo Ball Lottery Draw System

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Sword users, begin to learn sword moves, from shallow to deep, gradually familiar with the heart, and to the roundness and thoroughness, deep into the current swordsmanship style of sword experience, and then to the Dacheng realm, the sword moves have been integrated into the bones, then you can Send and receive freely.

However, this is just a requirement for an ordinary swordsman.

Anyone who uses swords can practice swordsmanship day after day, day after day, even if it takes time.

Without him, familiar.

However, the difference between Jianhao and ordinary swordsmen is that Jianhao has grasped his unique sword intention, which is something that others cannot replace.

As I said before, in the first three stages of Qinglian's sword tactics, Yang Ming only practiced according to the sword trick of Li Bai, the sword immortal, and in the fourth stage of Qinglian's victory, he asked Yang Ming to walk out of Li Bai's shadow Forming your own style is to comprehend the sword.

At first, things like Jianyi did not have much influence on actual combat, and they did not significantly improve the combat effectiveness.

The greatest benefit of Jianyi is to allow Yang Ming to go further on the sword.

Whether you can comprehend the sword intent is a test of the savvy of a swordsman.

Of the 10,000 sword users, there may not be one person who can understand the meaning of the sword.

Even though Yang Ming had the memory of the sword fairy Li Bai and the sword demon fighting alone, Yang Ming didn't realize a little sword intention until the battle with Tylenol yesterday. It can be seen how difficult this is!

At this moment, feeling the touch of sword in Yang Ming's body, everyone was slightly shocked, feeling a little tingling in the eyes, as if being gently pierced with a toothpick.

However, this feeling came and went quickly, making everyone suspect that it was just an illusion.

Yang Ming turned to the few people who reported the news, with a light expression on his face:

"Lead the way ahead."

The men looked at Yang Ming in surprise and suspicion, then lowered their heads and said:

"Yes!"

Unconsciously, these people's attitude toward Yang Ming was like students facing teachers, with a little respect, even they didn't even notice it.

Seeing a good show, the students in the cafeteria were not too late for breakfast, and followed Yang Ming out of the cafeteria in a swarm.

Among the stars holding the moon, Yang Ming's group walked toward the entrance of the college.

Along the way, many people have already heard the excitement, coming from all directions, like a small stream flowing into the river, forming a wave.

Outside the gate of Shrek College, Tyrone and Tylenol stood beside an old man.

The old man's hair must be white, and his short hair is like a steel needle standing on the top of his head. His body looks similar to King Tylenol, but his eyes are much deeper.

Just standing there, he gave a sense of non-self-confidence.

When the father and son of Tyrone and Tylenol looked at the old man, the awe of color in his eyes revealed his position in the family.

This old man has a very domineering name, Titan, and also the patriarch of the Li family.

The name Titan is not something that anyone can take casually. In the Western mythology of Yang Ming’s last life, the Titan is a very powerful creature, even able to tear the dragon by hand and fight the gods.

Of course, in the Douluo continent, this patriarch of the power tribe will naturally not have such terrible power, but his human strength is also quite good.

Watching the flow of people not far away, Tyron's mouth grinned, and persuaded the old man beside him:

"Grandpa, please, can you go home? When you and your dad engage in this, other people think I am a bully. How can I still live in the college in the future?"

With his hands behind his back, the Titan made a superb look, and glanced coldly at the corner of his eyes with his grandson, his shrunken lips slightly opened, saying:

"To shut up!"

With just one sentence and two words, Tyron was so shocked that he didn't dare to answer the call.

It can be seen that the head of the Titan has long been rooted in the majesty of the clan, so that the younger generations dare not dare to have a slight violation.

Not to mention Tyrone, even Tylenol, who was domineering yesterday, was also dare not to breathe, his head was buried deep in his chest, his eyes were fixed on the tip of the shoe, and there seemed to be something worth studying in there.

After Tyno returned home yesterday, he fought out with Yang Ming through the pallets to the Titans one by one, and dared not hide them at all. The result was that the grandfather of Titans gave them a big mouth and a shameful two. Word comment.

As a result, early this morning, the father and son of Tylenol and Tyrone were pulled out of the bed by the old man and rushed to the college directly. They didn't know what to do, but it was not a good thing to think about the old man's somber look.

With such a strong patriarch on the booth, what can Tylenol do?

He is also desperate!

Just as Tyrannostic thoughts were in his mind, he heard a noisy voice from far and near, and looked up involuntarily.

The first to bear the brunt of today's protagonist Yang Ming, surrounded by Tang Sanqi people, and behind them are the lively and unsuspecting students~www.ltnovel.com~ It's as busy as a vegetable market.

The old Titan did not seem to like such a noisy atmosphere, and nostrils snorted.

"Humph!"

Suddenly, a powerful force belonging to a high-level soul master was blown by the cold wind like Xiao Xiao in the extreme north. The sensation of cold was straight into the bone marrow, and a chill came from the spine of everyone. There was a chill.

The originally lively environment suddenly disappeared and became silent, and the silver needle fell to the ground.

Only a few students noticed the goodness of this old man in front of the college. He stood as straight as a pine tree, giving a sense of lofty mountains and immovability.

Many people's eyes flickered, secretly thinking about the strength of the person in front of them.

Seeing no one clamoring, Mr. Titan narrowed his eyes slightly with satisfaction, narrowed a slender gap, and swept towards everyone in front:

"Who is Yang Ming?"

Although his voice was a bit old, it gave a clanging feeling, and the powerful words seemed to make the surrounding air oscillate.

Yang Ming does not seem to be affected by the coercion of the high-level Soul Master ubiquitously in the air, and when the white clothes are blown and hunted, he takes a step forward with his head high.

He was carrying his hands behind him, under the slanting bangs, a pair of blood pupils circulated with a cold light, and he stared coldly at the Titan coldly, and said indifferently:

"What's the matter with you?"

Seeing that Yang Ming was walking in a step-by-step manner, a trace of different colors flashed deep in the eyes of Titan, but it soon passed away. It seemed that the different colors just now were just an illusion.

He is a genius, but he is not far behind Yang Ming. .

The tone of the Titan is slightly cold and aggressive:

"It was you yesterday, hurt my son and grandson?"