Dragon Blood Demon Soldier

Turning her head to
look, sitting next to her is a young girl in a pink dress. Her eyes are like clear water, she has a light spirit, with a smile on her cheeks. A feeling of a girl next door.

Long Bufan not at all superfluous thoughts, since the last time I saw that peerless beauty outside the gate of the sect, after atrial fibrillation, other women have no waves in his eyes.

I stretched out my hand and touched her chest. The hidden pocket of her clothes is the veil that was blown off by the wind that day. I wonder if she is back?

Almost all the newly-income Outer Disciples have arrived, waiting for tutors to come and teach.

At this time, a white clothes youth walked into it from the door, with a hint of arrogance on that water chestnut face.

Seeing this person, Long Bufan couldn’t help but wonder: “It’s really enemies on a narrow road.”

“Because Martial Uncle Bai suddenly had a mission to go out, I specially asked me to come temporarily Be your sword technique instructor, you can call me Yang Feng Senior Brother.” Yang Feng’s voice was loud, and the originally noisy classroom immediately quieted down.

“Yang Feng? Is he the Yang Feng Senior Brother who is number one on the Shek Pik Ranking List?”

“Really? There is such a powerful Senior Brother as our mentor, really the blessing of three lifetimes.”

The students turned from initial surprise to excitement, staring at Yang Feng on the lecture table with wide-open eyes, full of admiration in their eyes.

Yang Feng enjoys this respected gaze very much. Since entering the sect, he has been climbing all the way, and he has always been the focus of the outer temple disciplines. Now that Yang Feng’s cultivation base has reached the late stage of Heavenly Origin Realm, as long as he completes another sect designated task, he will be ready for the inner temple assessment at any time.

“Next, I will explain the sword technique to everyone first.”

Yang Feng looked around the people, without paying attention to the existence of Long Bufan, as if he hadn’t seen it, his voice was like Tie said: “Practicing the sword technique, first of all, you must be calm and feel the existence of the sword and the guidance of the sword.”

“The sword is the body, the man is the qi. The qi is the body, and the body is the qi. The body is also the body, and the body is also the qi. The gas is one to enter the country. This is the root of Sword Art.”

“Yangfeng Senior Brother, how do I fly with the sword? Do I need to recite a formula? “The girl sitting next to Long Bufan suddenly raised her hand and asked Jiao Didi.

Chapter 39 Demonstration of Sword Art

Yang Feng looked towards the girl. Seeing that the other person looks good, he gave a gentle smile and explained: “You don’t need to recite the formula, I just had I said that gas is one. In fact, the so-called Qi is the Origin Force of the martial artist within the body. When the Origin Force reaches a certain level of purity and concentration, that is, the Heavenly Origin Realm’s cultivation base, the sword can be controlled by air. Such as this.”

After finishing speaking, Yang Feng turned his hand, and a long sword of blue color flashed out of his storage ring, and the sharp sword body exuded bursts of cold glow.

Long Bufan’s eyes lit up, and he thought to himself, “This storage ring is pretty compelling, and it’s also convenient to bring things to travel. I had known that I would bet with him on this that day, it’s a mistake~”

But I don’t know the value of the Bai Yujian he won from Yang Feng is much higher than that of the storage ring.

This is also one of the reasons why Yang Feng hates Long Bufan. Bai Yujian can restore the consumption of Origin Force in battle. It can be said to be out of the ordinary weapon human rank and belongs to the Earth Middle Grade Treasure Item. Its value is immeasurable, and Yang Feng can now barely use a Human High Grade iron sword to fill the scene.

Just when Long Bufan was thinking about how to build a storage ring, Yang Feng tapped his toes slightly on the ground, bounced as lithe as a swallow, and stood on top of the sword.

Swish–

Suddenly Yang Feng thought to control the sword, like an azure lightning, flying towards the crowd in an imposing manner like a rainbow, unmoving, and soaring above Long Bufan’s head. If you look away from a distance, it’s like stepping on Long Bufan’s head.

“So amazing!”

The disciples present were in an uproar, and admiration bloomed in their eyes.

The girl sitting on the Long Bufan side was even more excited and stood up and applauded, like an idiot.

Everyone is happily seeing the sword flying at such close range, but Long Bufan has a trace of discomfort on his face. This kid is clearly provoking and humiliating himself, but he is now a cultivation base, no one is strong, last time To be lucky enough to win against him was also because Yang Feng was too arrogant and only had two layers of strength.

“The mountains do not turn, the rivers turn, just wait and see.” Long Bufan touched his nose. Since no one has a big fist, he can only endure it.

“I just want you to know that you are like an ant at my feet.” Yang Feng showed a mocking look in his eyes, the sword light flashed, and he returned to the previous position in the blink of an eye.

“Okay, let’s show everyone the basic skills of the sword technique.”

In addition to Long Bufan, Yang Feng’s lectures are indeed in place, and they are demonstrated separately The offensive and defensive skills of point sword, pierce sword, back cut sword, and draw sword.

“You, come up and demonstrate it!”

The sword pointed forward, and Yang Feng suddenly shouted.

Everyone’s gazes moved towards the direction they were pointing at, and their gazes focused on Long Bufan.

Long Bufan sneered in his heart, without dragging, he got up, walked to the teaching desk, and then drew out the Bai Yujian he carried with him.

As soon as Yang Feng saw Bai Yujian held in someone’s hand, his face sank and shouted: “Long Sword!”

Long Bufan expression calmly, and the long sword in his hand stands with the trend. Bottom to the top one sword out!

“Point the sword!”

Long Bufan’s sword is still moving up. Hearing these words, it’s just a wrist lift, the arm straightened, and the sword tip forward Click below, the posture is elegant, as casual as dragonfly touches the water lightly.

“Cut the sword back!”

Long Bufan knew it was endless, and he didn’t panic under his heart, his feet were like roots, his waist swept back with his arms and his whole body. The sword wind that he brought up slightly twitched the hair of the few students sitting in the front.

“Wear the sword!”

Following Yang Feng’s low drink, Long Bufan’s body was already distorted at this time, I saw him take a breath, and the sword style kept under his feet. , With the force of the body turning, the forearm straightened the tip of the sword, and the cold glow emitted by the Bai Yujian pierced forward like a bolt of lightning!

Chapter 40 Tolerable