Yunli agreed, but she wanted to go against the will of heaven. As a person who could use the power of the void, she only knew how to create in the void, and she never thought of creating her own moves.
Facing the compliments from the two men, Wei Lin did not raise his tail. He lowered his eyes and looked at Mo Lijian, lost in thought, as if he was reminiscing about the sword strike just now.
Yunli and An Ran shut up silently and did not disturb him.
At this time, the senior officials of Phantom Palace rushed over with surprised and suspicious expressions. When they saw the three people in the courtyard, they immediately wanted to ask, but Yunli hurriedly signaled them not to speak.
With that sword, most of the attacks fell into the void, and it did not cause a particularly loud noise. Only a group of high-level monks felt it.
These people all have rich experience and can already understand Wei Lin's state at a glance. Interrupting him at this time is tantamount to enmity.
Looking at Yunli on the side, no one dared to take risks.
After a cup of tea, Wei Lin raised his sword again, and with the same quick sword moves, he triggered a wisp of void power and slashed out suddenly.
The difference is that this time, there are several gray mist that are thrown together with the sword attack.
No, it should be said that the gray fog is slightly faster than the sword attack. The gray fog that reaches the target first is divided into all parties. After his attack arrives, a small gray fog space is formed.
There was a loud bang, and the world shook. Then, a black hole the size of a bowl appeared in the air, and majestic void energy poured out.
Yunli was stunned. This time, she also saw it clearly.
The gray mist briefly solidified into a separate space, and the sword intent with the power of the void was released in a small area and bounced off repeatedly, maximizing the attack power without wasting a single bit.
If it is used to attack the enemy, who can withstand it!
She turned her head blankly and murmured: "Isn't your speed of drawing inferences from one example too fast?"
Even Wei Lin couldn't help but feel a little proud of such a result. He raised his eyebrows lightly and said, "I've got inspiration, there's nothing I can do about it."
Yunli was so impressed that this was obviously a fusion move, or a fusion move that could be flexibly changed.
Space confinement prevents the enemy from escaping and ensures that the attack can be used to its maximum effect, while channeling the void ensures the attack power. If there are other powerful attack moves later, it can also be combined with space confinement.
In other words, the spatial confinement formed by gray mist is a basic move that can be used to practice complex secret techniques.
Wei Lin casually held a sword flower in his hand and said loudly: "This move is called Zhen Bafang."
Through the words of the two people and what they saw with their own eyes, the senior management of the Phantom Palace made a lot of guesses. Everyone was shocked. Is this really a human being?
He is one of the best sword cultivators in Canglan. He is invincible at the same level, but he is still able to fight against monks at a higher level.
Now he has begun to create his own sword moves again, and it is still such a peerless killing move. Even a Nascent Soul monk who is a level higher than him will probably fall under the sword.
What's even more irritating is that he is not only excellent in swordsmanship, he is also famous in formations, and he also has unique insights into weapon refining.
He was afraid that he was not coming to the Phantom Palace to transform his natal sword, but to attack them.
The next night, the pearls were shining brightly, and people were drinking wine in the hall. After a few glasses of wine, An Ran was slightly tipsy.
After dealing with a wave of phantom palace people who came to toast, she sat lazily with her left hand on the case and her chin. She looked at Yunli Weilin opposite who was surrounded by everyone, and was filled with emotions for a while.
Who would have thought that in just a few decades, the Can Ye Pavilion killer who was once shouted and beaten by everyone in Canglan Zhengdao would now become a guest of the Phantom Palace.
Those days of being on tenterhooks and those cautious dealings are long gone. Nowadays, Lantau is small in size, but its weight in Canglan is no less than that of the four major sects with profound foundations.
Strength is really a good thing.
"Fairy An Ran, I wish you a warm welcome." Several elite disciples from the Phantom Palace came to propose a toast.
Halfway through the banquet, she was not the only one who was drunk. Many Phantom Palace disciples were also drunk. Their usual cautious words and deeds were temporarily forgotten. Someone opened his mouth and said: "You are really amazing. You can survive under the calculations of the Yuanhou monks." Come down and learn..."
There were also those who were still sober. Hearing this, they hurriedly bumped into the speaker and raised their voices to cover up the drunken talk of the fool. "The fairy is a practitioner of alchemy and martial arts. He is so good at alchemy. I didn't expect that his sword skills are far superior to ordinary people. He is really a role model for our generation." also."
After drinking, it was inevitable that his words would not be as clear as his head. An Ran didn't care and drank the wine they toasted happily.
There were people toasting one after another, and as she drank, her vision became blurry. The maid waiting next to her saw her and said softly: "Xianzi An, you are drunk. Let me help you go out and wake up."
Her voice was gentle and distant. An Ran slowly raised his eyes and stared at her blankly, only to find that her face had changed into several, dangling around.
She blinked her eyes, trying to see the girl's appearance clearly, but when she opened them, she saw the maid walking over, talking to Yunli, and pointing at herself.
Yunli looked at An Ran, whose cheeks were flushed and his eyes were blurred. His eyes were completely out of focus. He was a little surprised. Why was he still drunk?
She approached Wei Lin, whispered a few words, and helped An Ran to the guest room. The drunk An Ran was very obedient, tilting his head and letting her support him.
"I'm happy, really happy," she murmured softly.
Yunli rolled her eyes and got drunk because she was happy. With her cultivation and status, no one would dare to say anything if she didn't drink.
Fortunately for her, she accepted everyone who came for one night.
Arriving at the guest room, he helped her lie down on the bed and placed a restraint. Yunli was about to go out when she suddenly heard a soft murmur, "It's such a pity that he is no longer here."
Yunli paused and looked up. She closed her eyes and there was a clear tear trail in the corner of her eyes.
This him naturally refers to Su Xu.
If Su Xu was still alive, now that he and his cousin were no longer at odds and no longer in an awkward position, they would have had unlimited possibilities.
And if he had not returned to save Lin Chen, Su Xu would not have died.
His death was really not worth it.
After a long time, Yunli sighed and said softly: "We will be here, always."
After saying that, she floated out of the room, said a few words to the maid standing at the door, and returned to the banquet.
In the guest room, An Ran opened his eyes and looked at the tent in trance. From the main hall to the guest room, the wind blew all the way, and his drunkenness had dissipated a lot.
The figure in his heart did not dissipate with his drunkenness. Instead, it became clearer, as if it was engraved in his mind.
Guilt was like a raging wave, drowning her in an instant.
If she had been braver, trusted him more, and told him the truth, would the result be different now?
If she hadn't vented her anger, he wouldn't have been so sad.
An Ran sat up, rubbed his stuffy chest, stood up and walked to the courtyard, looking at the bright moon hanging high in trance.
The night breeze was blowing, the leaves were rustling, and a flute sound came from outside the courtyard.
