Chapter 25: Royal Star Prototype

"It's more difficult."
Zong Haoyang sighed, "Sirius Academy recruits students from nearly a thousand cities each time, and each city has an average of no more than ten people. With so many students, only one-twentieth can become formal disciples. That is, five hundred people!"
"Among these five hundred people, there will eventually be a chance to become elite disciples, at most fifty people!"
This ratio can be regarded as extremely terrifying. The one who can enter the Sirius Academy is a genius selected from a million people, and such an outstanding genius, every one hundred people can have a Vientiane Realm Quadruple!
Yang Lie couldn't help but condensed his eyebrows: "After condensing the vision, what are the four important conditions?"
Zong Haoyang couldn't help but shook his head, with a hint of shame on his face: "I don't know that I was not even a formal disciple back then, let alone contact with such mysteries. However, what is certain is that the mood is greater. Advanced, the greater the chance of success in the four-fold impact!"
"If you can comprehend the artistic conception contained in the lower martial arts, then combined with academic resources, the probability of success is as high as 90%!"
The artistic conception of subordinate martial arts?
Yang Lie's expression suddenly became weird.
"The artistic conception of Xiacheng martial arts is several times more difficult than the basic level. At your age, it is extremely rare to successfully comprehend the three basic level artistic conceptions. One day, you should also be able to understand one level of artistic conception. , Unfortunately, time is too late...When you wait for your cultivation to become a success in the future, don't forget to help Qinglan City regain its glory!"
With words, Zong Haoyang had already made plans to destroy the city.
After all, the gap is too big, even if you fight to the death, in front of the crushing force, at most, it is dying to struggle for a little time. At this time, it is really unnecessary to deceive yourself and say something inspiring.
The always optimistic Yu Baiwei looks helpless.
"brother?"
Suddenly, a surprised voice broke the dense atmosphere. Following the reputation, I saw Jiang Yu'er look at a loss--
At her side, Yang Lie slowly sat down cross-legged, the Dragon Blood Spear was also abandoned, and closed his eyes.
"this is--"
Zong Haoyang was puzzled, "Cultivation?"
"Huh? Did Yang Shaoxia just have some insights about Zhan Fengyuntai and need to digest it?"
Luo Zhanhu guessed, hurriedly said, "We will protect him and don't let anyone disturb Yang Shaoxia."
The three top figures in the blue city, with solemn expressions, willingly take on the responsibility of guarding.
...
In the sea of ​​knowledge.
Yang Lie's figure emerged, and a sword appeared in his hand!
The sword body shook slightly, and the thirteen sword shadows roared out, each one zhang wide by half a minute. After flying out several tens of feet, Jian Ying had already skyrocketed several times, flooding his sight.
The sword and shadow are unified!
The mighty sword intent swept past, and acres of space was annihilated and returned to death.
"No, it's still wrong."
Yang Lie frowned and thought hard. Just now, the "Star Swordsmanship" was powerful but powerful, but it still did not break away from the perfect category, and was far from reaching the level of artistic conception.
What is Yuxing Swordsmanship?
Each martial art is part of the mystery of the world that the founder will realize, and it is reflected in the style of moves. Simply put, the mystery of heaven and earth contained in these moves is the artistic conception!
Therefore, to understand the artistic conception, you will truly understand this martial arts and reach the same level as the founder.
Yang Lie pondered.
He thought of the situation when he was attacked by Fengyun Taiyu's Divine Fate's talent before, and subconsciously, he let go of his thoughts and immersed himself in that state of mind again.
"Om!"
The golden beads trembled again, and waves of mysterious energy radiated, slowly sweeping the sea of ​​consciousness.
Although he knew that excessive consumption of brain power would cause him to fall into a drowsiness, Yang Lie couldn't take care of it anymore. He desperately urged this energy to derive the Royal Star Swordsmanship
"Shoo!"
The sword body buzzed and trembled, and layer after layer of sword shadows spun out, overlapping and spreading continuously, shattering one layer of space after another.
Push! Take it back!
This process keeps repeating, and Yang Lie's brain power is rapidly consumed. Gradually, his figure appears a little dim, as if it might disappear at any time.
Once he disappeared, his consciousness would fall into a drowsiness, and this deduction naturally failed.
However, thinking of the despair of Zong Haoyang and others, thinking of his parents, thinking of Feng Yuntai's threat, a stubbornness surged in my heart: I, just refuse to admit defeat!
The brain power ran wildly, the speed of deduction suddenly accelerated several times, and the speed of the layers of sword shadows was disillusioned and reborn faster and faster. This process lasted for an unknown amount of time, and Yang Lie's figure in the Sea of ​​Consciousness suddenly trembled violently, becoming larger and larger, and was about to collapse as soon as he saw it—
"Zheng!"
Suddenly, as if the invisible strings were plucked, there was a pleasant vocal music all around. The long sword stopped abruptly, and the shadow of the sword floated on its surface without flying away.
It seems that this long sword has become a star, and the thirteen sword shadows are planets orbiting it.
"Yu Xing! So, this is the Yu Xing artistic conception!"
Yang Lie really touched the threshold, and there was a burst of excitement in his eyes!
If you are not mad, you can’t survive. Even people in the world have experienced it. When you encounter a problem, you will spend your life thinking about it. Often when you are almost crazy, suddenly a bright light will appear.
Force, push yourself to the limit, and there is no retreat, often your mind will open suddenly!
Of course, this is only for some people with extraordinary talents. If ordinary people are like this, their aspirations will collapse before the aura.
...
"Little brother is over."
Fishy way.
The others turned their eyes, just in time to see Yang Lie slowly opening his eyes. Zong Haoyang sighed and reminded: "You have consumed too much energy in the battle with Feng Yuntai just now. Even if you have feelings, don't be too anxious to digest it, so as not to hurt your origin."
Energy is exhausted and difficult to regenerate.
Whether practicing or fighting, it will consume energy, and in severe cases, it will even lose its source. Therefore, when large forces train their younger generations, they will often have specialized pill masters to refine the appropriate pill for their disciples' physical conditions to nourish the body.
"You can't be in a hurry, I'm afraid that time is too late."
Yang Lie's words made Zong Haoyang and the others startled: too late? What is too late?
Immediately, they were taken aback, staring forward--
The black-clothed boy opened his palms, and his internal force transformed into a small sword. The sword body trembled lightly, and thirteen sword shadows flew out suddenly on the surface.
The thirteen sword shadows whirled back and forth, following a subtle and mysterious trajectory. Gradually, a tyrannical force erupted from them, crazily injected into the small sword below.
In the perception, although the small sword is a imaginary thing, it is extremely important, and the air squeaks unbearably!
"The principal is careful!"
Yang Lie stopped drinking, and flicked the small sword with his finger and flew out, blasting at Zong Haoyang.
"Boom boom boom!"
Zong Haoyang waved his robe sleeves at will, layer after layer of air wall immediately before his eyes. There are countless torn waves on the surface of the air wall, colliding and turning with each other, and then forming a whirlpool circle
Destroy the mood!
"Shit!"
The small sword pierced a vortex, stopped for a moment, then ripped it open arbitrarily, and shot in.
"what!?"
Zong Haoyang was shocked, and a burst of ecstasy emerged from the shock. He waved his hands again and again, the collapse mood suddenly strengthened several times, and in an instant, more than ten Qi walls were placed again.
"Boom boom!"
That little sword rushed all the way and smashed seven or eight walls of Qi before it disappeared.
"Artistic conception! This is--"
Yu Baiwei and the others swallowed with difficulty, "Underlying the prototype of artistic conception?"
Naturally, they can tell from their vision that the small sword is a condensation of pure artistic conception.
Although it was eventually blocked by Zong Haoyang's collapse mood. But that does not mean that the quality of the small sword is inferior, but just because it has not yet been completed, or is still in its embryonic form!
However, no one can deny that the small sword is inherently excellent. Although the tiger cub is no match for the big dog, who can say that it is inferior to it when it is great?
"Royal Star Swordsmanship? Yang Shaoxia, did you learn this swordsmanship from the Ten Refining Array?"
Luo Zhanhu looked incredible.
He knew that Yang Lie had a very young background and had no famous teacher to pass on. And Yuxing Swordsmanship originated from the "Tianji Pavilion" of Yuncang County, even Zong Haoyang wouldn't, Yang Lie's only chance to contact it was the Ten Refining Array!
Doesn't that mean that the young man in front of him only learned swordsmanship after a battle in the white robe array, and it took only six days to successfully comprehend the prototype of the artistic conception contained in it?
day! What kind of evildoer is this?
"Exactly."
Yang Lie nodded and said apologetically, "Principal, my talent is still a bit short. I can only comprehend the rudiment of Yuxing's artistic conception. If there are a few more days, I should be able to push it to completion. I wonder if it is too late?"
It took only six days to comprehend the prototype of the subordinate artistic conception...poor talent...
At this moment, Luo Zhanhu wanted to pinch the young man's neck and shook it furiously: You are short of your head, you can hit people, but is it too much of a hit?
Zong Haoyang's expression was completely sluggish, and he couldn't say a word: Inferior artistic conception, since the prototype has been understood, the next thing is not difficult at all.
Not surprisingly, the young man in front of him will surely become an elite disciple of the Sirius Academy! In fact, he might even be among the "core disciples"!
"Hahahaha, too late, too late! No matter how weak I am, I can still wait for you to grow!"
Yu Baiwei couldn't help laughing wildly, and it took him a while to calm down, "The talents about yours are only known to a few of us, and you are not allowed to spread it out! However, there are still some things that need to be dealt with before this."
"Well, leave these dirty work to me." Luo Zhanhu glanced coldly at the martial artists around Yaowu Platform.
These warriors have a close relationship with the Feng Family, and it is difficult to guarantee that many of them have also secretly sought refuge in Black Point City, so they naturally need to be cleaned. Blindly benevolent will only leave endless disasters.
Along with Luo Zhanhu came the three major iron guards of the Demon Hunter Corps. In front of them, whether it was the Yuntai Army or the Feng Family's direct line, they were naturally vulnerable...