At the level of Yang Xingzhou's cultivation, he has already developed spiritual intuition. When someone plots against him, or when someone who threatens him mentions his name, it will naturally appear in his mirror-like inner lake.

There were slight ripples, the ripples were big or small, representing the size of the impact on him.

And if masters of the same realm know about his cultivation, they will naturally find ways to avoid touching his spiritual sense, so as not to alarm him. Only people who don't know that he can have such a keen sense will talk about Yang Xingzhou's name unscrupulously.

"Good guy, how many old guys are watching me secretly?"

Feeling the strange situation surging in the heart lake, Yang Xingzhou looked through the wall of the flaming chariot to the direction of the capital city. In an instant, he broke through the endless void and saw a strange mountain standing in the huge city.

The reason why this mountain peak is weird is that it is actually composed of a series of "book"-shaped mountain peaks.

At the very front of the mountain are several huge stone drums. The stone drums are densely engraved with strange tadpole-shaped characters. Behind the stone drums are stone carvings in the shape of animal skin books, with ancient characters also engraved on them.

After that, there are rolls of "bamboo slips". These "bamboo slips" are so huge that they seem to be woven from ancient giant bamboos. They form mountains of various sizes, standing in the capital, in each place.

Courtyards of various sizes are built on the "tops" of the mountains. In the courtyards, students are chanting and teachers are teaching.

Yang Xingzhou was shocked by the last short peak that resembled a book on the top of these "book" mountains.

The shape of this mountain peak is strange, but it is like a paper book. It seems to have just taken shape and still needs to "grow", but it already gives people a strange feeling that it is slowly growing and "vibrant".

When Yang Xingzhou "saw" the last mountain peak, he felt a very close feeling in his heart. This feeling was inexplicable, but it did exist, which puzzled him greatly. But at this time, he was too focused to think about it.

As soon as this thought came up, he suppressed it.

As his "sight" continued to stretch and lengthen, he climbed over several mountain peaks, and finally a small courtyard on an ordinary hillside appeared in his "eyes".

The moment he "saw" this small courtyard, he saw a scholar in white standing in the courtyard.

The scholar had long hair, a wooden stick plug, and a book in his hand. He looked fresh and airy. When he stood in the courtyard, he seemed to be the center of the entire courtyard, but he did not seem to be the center of the courtyard. He seemed to be drifting away from where he was at any time.

outside.

It is as tall as a mountain and as vast as a river.

Observation is not clear, observation is not clear.

The moment Yang Xingzhou "saw" this person, an alarm bell rang in his heart. He knew something was wrong, so he hurriedly calmed down and prepared to "withdraw" his gaze.

Just when this idea first occurred, the scholar in white suddenly opened his eyes and shouted loudly: "Bold!"

An overwhelming and unrivaled spiritual power that was sensed by Yang Xingzhou instantly burst out from this person. Yang Xingzhou's eyes were like dripping water meeting a red-hot iron block. For a moment, his heart was shaken, his mind went blank, and he felt completely lost.

I don't know where I am.

Just when this force was chasing the source along Yang Xingzhou's "eyes" and preparing to reach Yang Xingzhou's mind, a warm voice slowly sounded: "Old Seven——"

This voice was light and gentle, like warm water. It instantly healed Yang Xingzhou's shattered mental strength. He stopped the pursuit of the white-clothed scholar and said with a smile: "That's interesting. Lao Qi, if you say his name, he will

Yes, it’s your fault if you want to drive someone away again.”

The Confucian scholar in white lowered his head and said, "Yes, that's what senior brother said."

Yang Xingzhou could sense the Confucian scholar in white, but he could not sense the presence of another person.

Just when I was shocked, I heard the warm and gentle voice laughing: "You are really brave to dare to come to the academy to peep. However, you can actually pass through the many layers of the academy and peek into the courtyard. It seems that there must be some truth in it.

Young friend Yang, if you come to Beijing, please come to Baishi Academy to have a talk."

Then a force enveloped Yang Xingzhou's spirit, and laughter rang out: "You go ahead."

In the flaming chariot, Yang Xingzhou was shaken and stood up suddenly. His eyes exploded with light, his long hair exploded, and someone burst into the void like a demon, emitting a fierce sword energy.

His internal strength has now reached a level that is unimaginable to ordinary people. The essence runs through the hair of his body, and every hair has huge power. At this time, in extreme panic, his long hair danced wildly and hit the roof of the car, making a shrill crack.

The sound in the air and the sword energy puffing out made people look horrified.

Lian Guangying was opening the car curtain: "Master, if you sneeze today, do you have a cold..."

The sound stopped suddenly.

Yang Xingzhou's astonishing demon-like appearance in the carriage made her stay at the scene, dumbfounded and speechless.

Yang Xingzhou's eyes were hesitant, his clothes were windless, his long hair was dancing wildly, and his sword energy was flowing horizontally. Fortunately, he had not lost his mind. All the sword energy he fired was locked within three feet of his body, so he did not cause damage. Otherwise, there would be no way out.

Han Pu, who was driving the car, or Lian Guangying, who had just opened the door curtain, would be smashed into sieves by Yang Xingzhou's sword energy.

After a while, Lian Guangying realized what was happening and exclaimed: "Master, what's wrong with you!"

Yang Xingzhou slowly retracted his eyes, let out a muffled groan, and sat down gently, with a look of shock on his face: "Awesome! Awesome! Damn it, is that White Stone Academy? Who is the Confucian scholar in white? The other person who spoke again

Who is it?"

Since he received Ying Yuan's teachings, he has already reached the same level of supreme Zen skills as Ying Yuan. He has also practiced many magic techniques from the magic sect, including "Hidden Secret Intelligence Book" and "Spiritual Dharma of Changing the Sky and Strike the Earth".

They have all reached an astonishing level of cultivation that has never been achieved before, almost reaching the legendary level of spiritual transformation of matter.

Therefore, when it comes to spiritual cultivation, he believes that he is not inferior to anyone. Only in a single glance can he see Lieyanshan, the commander of Hanshi Pass, in a state of confusion and hallucinations. He almost turns into another person in the blink of an eye.

, wash away all memories and erase the original personality.

This terrible method has gone beyond the scope of martial arts and has begun to make great strides towards fantasy. In Yang Xingzhou's mind, with his ability, he would be king and hegemon in the main world. It is probably difficult to achieve it in a short time. After all, Zhao Hairuo used to

The sword energy in his body still makes Yang Xingzhou feel a little afraid now.

The unknown swordsman from Shenyin Mountain is so powerful that Yang Xingzhou feels inferior to him. Among the legendary thirty-three hidden sects in the world, Shenyin Mountain is just one of them. There are also other sects like the one from Shenyin Mountain.

A peerless master.

There don't need to be many of these people, as long as there are three or five, they are enough to suppress Yang Xingzhou without being able to lift his head. Let alone defeat them, even whether he can escape and ascend to heaven in front of such a master is debatable.

He originally thought that all the masters were concentrated in the Thirty-Three Hidden Sects and Demonic Sects, but now he discovered that the really powerful people were always in the open, and the teacher was the hardest guy to offend.

"Damn it, is White Rock Academy so great? I have to go to the academy sooner or later!"

Yang Xingzhou calmed down in the car for a long time, and said to Lian Guangying, who looked worried: "Okay, I'm fine. Just now I was fighting a master thousands of miles away, and it's over now."

Lian Guangying said with concern: "Master, did you lose miserably?"
Chapter completed!