"Hey, Eagle Mask, I want your Divine Water Manipulation Art!"
The Nine Forms of Startling Grace was not written by Jian Guan, so it was meaningless to Princess Linglong. Princess Linglong naturally chose the Divine Water Manipulation Technique that was most useful to her. "What do you think?"
"Of course!" Ying Feiyang heaved a long sigh of relief after finally getting what he wanted after going through so many twists and turns.
"Then catch it!" Something flew towards him and Ying Feiyang grabbed it. It was the last Mysterious Ice Token.
"You should know the rules. Once the Linglong Sea Market is over, follow my ship back to The Crystal Palace. You can take anything you want from the storage. Remember to come early, we won't wait for you!"
"Of course I wouldn't dare to slight you. See you later, please!" Ying Feiyang cupped his hands and returned to the Soaring Eagle Hall. The others continued to trade.
Once in the room, Mu Xiaomei smiled with two dimples. "That's great! I didn't expect the sword manual to be fake. What a false alarm! Brother Tianming, well done! "She patted Ying Feiyang's shoulder as a reward.
However, Ying Feiyang's body swayed, and he was knocked down by the palm. He vomited a mouthful of blood, and blood kept gushing out of his nose through the gaps between his fingers.
"Brother … Brother Tianming, what's wrong? Did I hit you too hard?" Mu Xiaomei looked at the blood on the ground and her hand. She was so scared that her face turned pale.
The Angel went forward to check. After taking his pulse, she said with a serious face, "He has overexerted himself and damaged his heart meridian!" As she spoke, she took out some pills and fed them to Ying Feiyang. She then used her inner energy to help him digest the medicine.
After a while, Angel Ling Xin slowly stopped and wiped away the cold sweat on her forehead. She said with lingering fear, "Fortunately, his Qi and blood are still strong and he was treated in time."
"Overexerted himself? How did this happen? "Mu Xiaomei asked when she saw Ling Xin stop.
Goddess Ling Xin did not answer. Instead, she looked at Ying Feiyang with a complicated expression and said, "Brother Ying, the 'Nine Stunning Grand Styles' just now … is it real?"
"Yes." Ying Feiyang nodded weakly.
"Really? But you didn't even see the last few moves. How did you use them? "
"Those moves …" Ying Feiyang's face was as pale as a piece of paper. His entire chin was dyed red by the blood from his nose. He looked miserable, but the corners of his lips curled up, revealing a proud smile. "I created them on the spot …"
"You created it?" Mu Xiaomei couldn't help but exclaim. She looked at Ying Feiyang as if she was looking at a monster.
That's right. The 'Nine Stunning Grand Styles' in Mr. Dodger's hands was indeed written by Gu Jiansheng. It was the real deal. Ying Feiyang was sure after opening the sword manual.
Looking at his master's work again, looking at the familiar brush, ink, and sword intent, Ying Feiyang felt sentimental and cursed in his heart, "What an unlucky master. He's already dead, but he still doesn't forget to give his disciple a difficult problem … Fine, I'll accept this test!"
After making up his mind, Ying Feiyang threw away all distracting thoughts and focused on reviewing the sword manual.
Unlike Mu Zixuan, who was taught by Gu Jiansheng step by step, Ying Feiyang had never been taught a single move by Gu Jiansheng. All along, Gu Jiansheng had allowed him to develop freely.
But compared to Senior Brother, although he had never learned any moves, he was the one who had truly obtained "Dao".
Ying Feiyang was at the age where he was unrestrained. His temperament was similar to Gu Jiansheng's when he created the moves. In addition, he had the same swordsmanship, so after reading the general principles and the first few moves of the "Nine Stunning Grand Styles", he had already understood the theory of the sword.
Then, with the general principles and the first few moves as the framework, he deduced and created the remaining moves!
Of course, this sounded very simple, but if it was anyone else, being able to imitate the first few moves after just a few glances, it would be enough to be regarded as a talented person with extraordinary comprehension.
But Ying Feiyang not only learned the sword moves and analyzed the theory of the sword in such a short time, but also created the remaining moves in such a short time. The difference in difficulty was not just a little bit!
Creating a move on the spot in a short period of time was undoubtedly an enormous pressure on one's mind. Even a genius in the Sword Dao like Ying Feiyang was forced to repeatedly break through his limits, and in the end, he was both mentally and physically exhausted to the point of vomiting blood.
But compared to the mental exhaustion and haggard, Ying Feiyang felt more of the joy of breaking through. He looked at the surprised expressions of the two women and smiled lazily and proudly. The fire in his eyes seemed to be asking, "See, I'm very powerful, right?"
However, he did not receive the praise he expected. Instead, he saw the Angel Ling Xin's face turn cold as she said with a serious expression, "Brother Ying, can you not do this in the future?"
"Huh?" Ying Feiyang did not speak and blinked his eyes in confusion.
"The search for the Tomes of Arcane has nothing to do with you. If I knew that this matter would involve the Crystal Palace, I would not have invited you to come with me in the first place. In the end … you took such a risk. If something went wrong, how could I be at ease! "Although the Angel Ling Xin was reprimanding him, her concern was evident in her words.
Ying Feiyang could not help but be stunned. Then, he smiled and said, "I'm fine now, aren't I …"
Seeing that he didn't seem to care, the Immortal Daughter blushed slightly. "Putting one's heart and blood into it is a small matter, but it is also a big matter. If one is lucky, all one needs to do is vomit blood and rest, but if one is unlucky … Think about how many scholars and national Go players have died young because of mental exhaustion. How can this be taken lightly? If something really happened to you, it would be too late. "
The Angel Ling Xin rarely reprimanded him with a stern face. Ying Feiyang's momentum was taken away and he shrunk his neck. He said guiltily, "This … I understand. I'll be more careful next time."
Seeing his expression, the Angel Ling Xin restrained her anger and sighed softly. She said pitifully, "Brother Ying, you always pretend that you don't care, but in your heart … You're already advancing very quickly. Don't push yourself too hard …"
Ying Feiyang did not speak and lowered his head gently as if he did not want the Angel Ling Xin to see through him. However, Mu Xiaomei, who was beside him, saw a flash of fanaticism in the depths of his eyes. Mu Xiaomei did not know why she felt a little scared.
It was as if there was a wildfire in his heart. He was afraid that it would burn the people close to him, so he hid it very deeply.
However, at the same time, he was using his body, flesh, spirit … Everything as fuel to make this wildfire burn stronger and stronger until it could burn the sky!
The two ladies used silk handkerchiefs to wipe the blood stains on Ying Feiyang's face. Ying Feiyang's face also regained some color. At this time, the treasure sale finally ended. Then, Mr. Dodge said in a clear voice, "Thank you all for your support. Today's treasure sale has ended. Please take care. Those who want to trade with Princess Linglong can board the ship at the port now."
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