Click...!
With the sound of ice crystals breaking, the next moment a large number of ice crystals covering Tang Xue also melted, and a new power of law shrouded it like stars over the moon.
Buzz!
At this moment, Tang Xue's Yuanli cultivation also skyrocketed again, crossing the semi-saint bottleneck and truly stepping into the Xuansheng realm!
"At the first level of the Xuansheng Realm, coupled with the Frost Law and the Non-Teaching Technique taught to me by my master, even if the woman Mu Qingying has the support of the old sect master behind her, she can't do anything to me...!"
Tang Xue's plump chest rose and fell slightly, and her beauty was even more beautiful against the ice and snow. Her eyes were full of unwillingness, as if she was recalling some unbearable past event.
"Jinghai Sect, I'm back...!"
Tang Xue was wearing a purple dress, and her slender hands were quietly clenched.
Uh-huh!
The next moment, the other party's figure completely disappeared into the ice and snow, disappearing without a trace again.
....
Jinghai Sect, the sect's forbidden area, inside the main sect's main hall
There was only a faint wisp of fragrance, and there was no one around. The entire hall seemed very empty and quiet. Only a tall figure could be seen standing in the middle of the hall not far away.
The tall figure was a woman, with a slender figure, covered with a veil, and a white skirt that fell like snow on the ground. Her waist was as small as a water snake, and she seemed to be able to hold it with one hand. Her whole personality was free of dust. Seems to be aloof.
"rustle..."
The hem of the skirt swayed slightly, and the next moment the woman in the white skirt turned around, her eyes full of calm.
Although the woman in the white dress hid her face, revealing only a pair of black eyes, her movements and gestures vaguely exuded an irresistible domineering air, as majestic as a superior, which made people secretly fearful.
"In the year 2025 of the Xuanxing Calendar, almost three years have passed since the last time new disciples were introduced. Calculating this, it will soon be the day of the draft for the Thousand Sects War..."
The woman in the white dress thought to herself, and a trace of thought appeared on her face hidden by the veil.
The Thousand Sects War is a martial arts event held every ten years in Central Continent. It is also jointly established by the major sects in order to train their disciples. The training location is usually in the extremely dangerous forbidden areas of the mainland, where there are no rules, whether life or death. , the strong one wins!
In the past, every Thousand Sects War would attract young heroes from all over the Xuanxing Continent to gather in Central Continent. The number of participating sects and disciples was comparable to tens of thousands, so this martial arts event was also known as Thousands of wars.
"Although Xiaolin's cultivation has just broken through to the sixth level of the Xuanzun Realm, it is not yet stable, but it is enough to protect her own life."
The woman in the white skirt looked sideways slightly, as if she remembered something again, and said to herself, "Although I saved your life back then, if you cannot survive the Thousand Sects War, it means you are not qualified to be my direct disciple." , not to mention inheriting the mantle of Jinghai Sect in the future..."
In his opinion, Jinghai Sect is a famous ancient sect in the Eastern Continent. Even among the many third-level forces, it is ranked high and belongs to an ancient and famous sect.
Therefore, every time there is a battle between thousands of sects, Jinghai Sect disciples cannot miss it, and they also have to send people to participate.
For the disciples of Jinghai Sect, this is not only an experience, but also an opportunity, with dangers and benefits coexisting!
"Sect Master Mu! Disciple Guan Xiaolin wants to see you!"
At this time, a weak female voice also broke the loneliness and came from the outer hall.
"Um...?"
The woman in the white dress turned her head slightly. When she saw clearly that the person who came was a woman in blue robe and holding a sword, her face immediately became kinder, "Xiao Lin, this is not the sect's meeting hall, and there are no outsiders, so you don't need to call me I am the sect master.”
"Yes, Master...!"
After the words fell, the blue-robed woman named Guan Xiaolin also cupped her hands, with a blush on her pretty face. She looked at the other party with eyes full of respect, "Master, these disciples have followed your instructions and have been practicing in seclusion within the sect. , Fortunately, I did not disgrace my destiny, and I finally made a breakthrough in my cultivation...!"
"Very good, the draft day for the Qianzong War is coming soon. I hope you won't lose face for the Jinghai Sect..."
The woman in the white dress nodded, looking at Guan Xiaolin with a bit more relief.
After all, the other party is not only her direct disciple, but also an orphan she picked up and raised in the outside world. The relationship between the two is so close that it goes beyond the ordinary relationship between master and disciple, and is better than mother and daughter.
"Disciple, please obey your master's instructions!"
Guan Xiaolin stood with the sword again, bowed her head and said respectfully, a look of determination appeared on her delicate and white face.
....
At the same time, somewhere on the border of the Ming Dynasty, high in the sky
"After half a month, I finally got to know the Yin-Yang Treasure Book..."
Fei Ren sat cross-legged, then exhaled a heavy breath, opened his eyes, and a look of emotion appeared on his face. It seemed that he had just finished practicing, and his face was vaguely tired.
"It is worthy of being an emperor's skill. Even if it is only a defective one, its degree of obscureness and complexity far exceeds that of ordinary skills. If you are a mediocre practitioner with little mental strength and comprehension, let alone half a month, I'm afraid it will only take a few days to practice." Years, even decades, I still can’t figure out the secret..."
Fei Ren reached out and gently rubbed the sore temples on both sides of his forehead. The next moment, he took out a few high-level pills from the spiritual ring between his fingers and swallowed them, and began to restore his excessive mental power.
After all, practicing new techniques not only requires understanding, but also consumes a lot of mental energy and time on the part of the warrior. It is not something that can be accomplished in one day, but is a long-term achievement.
In order to cultivate the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror to the entry level, Fei Ren worked hard during the half-month journey to Jinghai Sect.
"Is this the Yin Yang Ghost Lock..."
Fei Ren slowly spread his hands, and with a surge of energy, several strings of black chains appeared on his palms.
Clang...
Clang...
Clang...
I saw these black chains intertwined with each other, exuding an extremely dangerous atmosphere, and at the same time, they also vaguely exuded a repulsive force to the outside world, as if they could restrain and isolate everything, which was very strange.
"The Yin-Yang Ghost Lock looks a little different from the rumors, and its size and momentum are also a bit weaker. It should be that I am not yet proficient in mastering the Yin-Yang Treasure Book, so it seems that I am not strong enough..."
Looking at the yin and yang ghost locks condensed for the first time in his palm, Fei Ren also looked thoughtful.
After all, he had just practiced this technique not long ago. Compared to the soul-refining technique "Yin Yang Baojian" which focuses on spiritual power, his usual major is still the body-refining technique "Xi Chu Bawang Lu".
