Chapter 1241: Shi Zi Tian Yin

"Yes!" The eyes were cold and Song Xuan’s teeth clenched.
"Teacher's word?" He stunned and Zhang nodded.
I have seen all the books of the Qingyuan Imperial Masters. I have already known this comparison.
The normal teacher's words are to find a certain number of practitioners. During the limited time, give lectures and explore the affinity. The higher the score, the better.
The word of the teacher, the principle is not much different, but with the help of a prop called a Tianyin pen!
The whistle pen is neither a sacrament nor a spirit, but a special magic weapon that has nurtured the ideas of famous teachers. It can recognize the language of a famous teacher. Once it meets the meaning of the avenue, it will automatically tell the story. Mysterious, all recorded.
Other practitioners, observing the texts recorded by them, can also play the role of personally listening to the teacher's words, thus accelerating cultivation.
Of course, this kind of viewing, after one time, the writing will disappear completely.
The reason why it is the most difficult test in the teacher's words is that there are two reasons.
First, the Tianyin pen, the edification of the teacher's idea, the ordinary teacher's words, for it, has become commonplace, want to let it move, the knowledge taught, must be ingenuity, different.
Second, the consumption of the mood is very great, far more than giving lectures to famous teachers. Under normal circumstances, letting them write a word can consume a teacher's mood scale.
Therefore, the two points alone do not know how many famous teachers are difficult to live. Many of the seven stars are famous teachers. After a class, the sound of the day is not moving, even the eight-star teacher, ten words, is the limit, almost no one. Can be broken.
"The teacher's word, every time, it is very harmful to the state of mind, are you sure to test this?"
I heard that the test is actually this. Yao Mantian’s face is not very good-looking. The Tianyin pen is automatically written. The consumption of the mind is extremely great. If you are not careful, it may lead to a collapse of your mind. This kind of comparison is not only difficult but more dangerous.
"Yes!" Song Xuan looked firm.
"This..." paused, and Yao Mantian looked at Zhang Sushang: "Zhang Shi, what is your opinion? If you think it is too difficult, you can refuse it!"
When finished, quietly voiced.
"Song Xuan has specially studied the teacher's word Tianyin. He has created a good score of 'eight characters'. You have never touched the Tianyin pen. You can't do it. You can refuse it directly and change it."
Let the Tianyin pen move, never tried, and I don’t know the rules, almost no one can succeed.
Song Xuan, dare to challenge, because of the submerged empire, has a phonograph, and also created a good performance of "eight characters."
The cross is the limit of the famous eight-star teacher. It can reach eight characters. Even if it is submerged in the empire, it is definitely one of the best.
It can be said that challenging this is very beneficial to him, and for this teacher, the difficulty is great.
"No, just this!"
Knowing that the other person is kind, nodded, thanked, and Zhang Hang smiled.
The word of the teacher is just a voice, although it has not been touched, it should not be too difficult.
"Okay!"
Seeing his promise, a look of indifferent expression, Yao Mantian shook his head, his wrist turned, and the golden brush appeared in front of everyone, quietly suspended in the air.
The length of the pen is more than a foot, the surface is inkless, and the knowledge is swept, giving a unique atmosphere of a famous teacher, resulting in a slight sense of oppression.
"This is the Tianyin pen. Who are you coming first?"
A little finger, the brush is quietly suspended between the two, motionless.
"Since the content of the test is proposed by Song, let him start!"
Zhang Hang’s face is modest.
The test method of the teacher's word, he has read the record, but he has never tried it personally. The specific rules are not clear. Let the other party come first, and observe it. There is a judgment in advance.
"Good!"
Do not refuse, Song Xuan came to the front two steps, his eyebrows rose, his mouth moved.
No sound, but a real voice.
"Using the voice, the teacher can give more hits, not too wasteful... It is easier to make the Tianyin pen move..."
For fear that Zhang Hang does not understand, Yao Mantian quietly voiced.
Zhang Xuan nodded.
Teaching a person and teaching a group of people is two concepts.
As with tutoring, the teacher's one-on-one, coaching effect will be better, one-to-many, unable to take care of, the effect is worse.
The past is very specific, avoiding the distraction of power and greater power.
The mouth opened and closed, Song Xuan kept talking, and soon, sweat came out of his head.
However, the brush in front of me was motionless, as if it was nailed in the air.
The spread of the gods spread, feeling that the Song teacher's accompanying lectures, the mood scale dropped rapidly.
Call!
I don’t know how long it took, the brush that has been stable and unclear, suddenly shakes it a bit, and a big word appears in the air.
Voidal book!
Not familiar words, nor aliens and orcs, but a typeface that has never been seen. Although I don’t know what it is, I can only understand what I want to say. The infuriating in the body will follow and follow the other way.
"God can sweep after the past, but as long as it is scanned, the writing will disappear..."
Yao Mantian continued to voice.
Zizi Tianyin is a kind of teacher's words, which can make people automatically run infuriating. As long as they know each other, they can control uncontrollable, just... this thing is one-off, no matter how It’s amazing, it can only be seen by one person.
It can be said that this thing is stored in the teacher's words, can be carried with you, or even give away.
Because of this, it is very precious. Basically, there is no price and no market to buy.
The first word appeared, and there was more and more cold sweat on Song Xuan’s head, followed by the second, third, and fourth...
With the increasing number of words, the face is getting paler and paler. It seems that the loss of mood has already appeared.
The mentality of the famous eight-star teacher is above 23, so many scales, it is impossible to consume clean once. If you do this, it will lead to the collapse of the mind, the birth of countless demons, and it is difficult to control.
Under normal circumstances, if you reach 15 or less, you will be in danger.
The eyes of Mingli are running, and the hanging is carefully observed. The accompanying fonts are more and more, and the more Song Song’s body is shaking, the Yuanshen seems to have a tendency to collapse.
Fortunately, I have spent four thunders and the soul is strong, otherwise I am afraid I can’t hold it.
"Six, seven, eight... already eight words, reaching the record he had created before..."
After ten minutes, eight fonts have appeared in the air, quietly suspended, and sparkling with special brilliance.
"Eight Characters" is the best result of Song Xuan. It can be done at the limit. The whole person keeps shaking and will fall at any time. His face will become the same as white paper, and there is no blood color.
"Continuing may be ... very harmful to your body."
Looking at the fact that he still didn't stop, he continued to speak to the brush, and Zhang frowned.
Either it is a teacher's words or cultivation, you must do what you can, and beyond the limits of your body, it will cause irreparable injuries.
He is a seven-star physiologist who knows a lot about his body. If he continues to persist, he may be able to exceed the limit and achieve results that he could not achieve in the past.
The damage to the body is also permanent, especially in the state of mind, which is likely to lead to no progress in the future.
For a famous teacher, if the state of mind cannot improve, it is equal to life, and the stop is in the quasi-eight-star rating, so that you can no longer set foot in a higher realm.
Call! call! call!
Despite the ugly face, Song Xuan still didn't stop. Suddenly a blood spouted out, and the whole person seemed to be getting old.
Hey!
The brush swayed in the air and wrote the last word.
Hey!
After doing this, Song Xuan seems to have exhausted all his strength. He fell straight on the ground, and his eyes were dark and fainted.
"Hey, why bother? Why?"
Seeing each other in order to win, overdraft all the power, the spirit can not bear, fell into a coma, Zhang smiled and shook his head.
To pay such a big price, just to be angry... This guy is really persistent.
A few steps came to the front, the fingers squeezed two points on the other's acupoints, and a real air quietly spread out, Song Xuan slowly opened his eyes.
"You..."
The teeth clenched and struggled to stand up. Song Xuan looked like Tieqing: "I don't want to sell well, I won't appreciate it..."
"You don't need your love!"
Zhang shook his head.
Rescuing the other party is just the morality of being a famous teacher. Knowing it, it doesn’t make any sense to him.
Wake up, take a medicinal herb, Song Xuan's face is restored, this is only to look at Yao Mantian not far away: "Yao Shi, I have completed the teacher's word, and I hope to witness!"
"You wrote a total of nine words, although the highest record of the eight-star master cross was not broken, but it is rare in a hundred years!"
Yao Mantian nodded.
The score of the nine-character is not a thing among the eight-star teachers, but in the quasi-eight-star masters, it is definitely the top of the existence. Even the lord of the empire may not be able to.
"Thank you for your testimony!"
Seeing the results recognized by the other party, Song Xuan’s eyes glanced at Zhang Hang, who was not far away:
Please also start Zhang Shi!

"Good!"
Zhang Xuan nodded.
The other party’s teacher’s words, all in the eyes, have been mastered in this appraisal method.
Soon came to the suspended whistle pen, and Zhang hangs his hands behind him. He also passed the voice and his mouth was closed. No one knows what to say.
The brush was still shaking in the air, accompanied by his voice, stiff in place, as if nailed to the top.
"It’s been half an hour, why not have a little movement?

"Yes, it won't be said by the teacher, isn't a word recognized?"
"In this case, it really happened..."
When I waited for half a hour, the brush in the air didn’t move at all. Everyone looked at each other.
So long ago, Song Master wrote almost seven or eight words.
How is the teacher now not moving at all?
It’s hard to be... failed?
(Thanks to the 100,000 rewards of the book lover [丶 夕 夕], the three-day sports meeting, the first one to go to Shanghai to participate in the writer's salon, can only come back on the 10th, plus more temporary is impossible. Come back to make up. Hey, Strive for more and more! Constantly, everyone has to give the monthly ticket! Today's two chapters are getting up at 4:30 in the morning, and daylighting in the day, hehe!)