In the battle with Cheng Zixiong, Ling Yi was seriously injured, but fortunately, Ling Yi still had a few Yuan Yuan Pills that Old Man Yan refined for him. With the magical effect of the Yuan Yuan Pills, Ling Yi was getting better day by day.

Although this battle brought physical trauma to Ling Yi, it played a very important role in Ling Yi's cultivation. Human potential can only be stimulated at critical moments. When he fought with Cheng Zixiong that day, there was a huge difference in strength.

It can be said that Ling Yi tried his best, and the benefits were not small. The soul energy group was so solid that he almost thought that he had entered the realm of the soul master. The thunder pill also expanded a little, and the energy in the thunder and lightning became more fierce and surging.

Under Liu Yuerong's careful care, Ling Yi's body recovered very quickly, and with Yanling refining top-grade elixirs, he was able to walk as fast as flying in a few days.

Liu Yuerong was almost shocked by such a speedy recovery. When she first saw Ling Yi that day, she could tell that his injuries were extremely serious. It was estimated that he would not recover in seven or eight days. Who would have thought that he would survive in just three short days?

It was in perfect condition within four days. It's really a freak.

Ling Yi didn't know what others were thinking. He just wanted to recover as soon as possible so that he could speed up his cultivation. The time for the Warriors Conference was approaching and he couldn't waste any more time.

After seeing off Liu Yuerong, who had been caring for him in every possible way in the past few days, Ling Yi looked at the pretty back of this girl with a wry smile on his face. Liu Yuerong's careful care of him made him unable to adapt.

Sitting back on the bed, Ling Yi moved his muscles a little, crossed his legs, closed his eyes and concentrated. After practicing the Tianhan Heart Art once, he felt refreshed.

Taking a deep breath of the cold air, he took out the scroll he snatched from Cheng Zixiong from the ring, holding the scroll and looking at it carefully.

Both ends were inlaid with exquisite stones and jade, making the scroll look very luxurious. Ling Yi put a touch of spiritual power into it, and then gently unfolded the scroll. The four gold-inlaid characters of "Blow Wind Palm" came into his eyes.

"Wind Blowing Palm?" Ling Yi exclaimed, carefully picked up the scroll and looked down.

"Wind Blowing Palm, Xuan-level intermediate weapon, generates powerful wind from the palm of the hand, which is the soul-seizing and tearing hand-rolled back. It is extremely powerful when used alone. If combined with the front-rolled wind-absorbing palm, it is comparable to the Earth-level intermediate**

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Ling Yi looked all the way, and the more he looked, the more surprised he became. Thinking of the weird look on Old Man Yan's face when he handed the wind-sucking palm to him, he suddenly thought clearly. It turned out that Yan Ling had long known that the wind-sucking palm was just a soul-stealing thing.

Tearing the front part of his hand, but why was he smiling so weirdly at that time?

"Haha! Brat, do you know who this soul-snatching hand belongs to?" Yanling jumped out of the ring, floated in front of Ling Yi, and smiled mysteriously.

Ling Yi's brows gradually wrinkled, a look of surprise and amusement flashed in his eyes, "Could this be from the Demon Cloud Palace?"

Yanling nodded heavily, patted Ling Yi's shoulder a few times, and smiled brightly: "In the Moyun Palace branch of the Cangyin Empire, this scroll of soul-seizing and tearing handgun is stored. By chance, I took advantage of it.

I took the scroll out, and later I found out that only the upper scroll was in the wind-sucking palm, and the lower scroll was hidden somewhere. I didn't expect to find it here. This scroll is very cherished by Teng Ying. You

Practice well, but never let others know!"

Seeing that Old Man Yan's expression became serious after he spoke, Ling Yi also stopped joking, looked at the scroll in his hand, raised his head and asked, "Is Teng Ying the master of the branch hall?"

"That's right! That old boy, I don't know how angry he would be if he knew that the body he treasures is in the hands of my apprentice." Yanling laughed loudly, and the wrinkles were squeezed together, making it impossible to see his face.

What's the expression on it?

Ling Yi shook his head, glanced at the scroll in his hand, then grabbed it tightly and said in a deep voice: "Zi Yan was taken away by them, sooner or later I will find them!"

Yanling stopped laughing, looked at Ling Yi's firm face quietly, sighed sadly, and returned to the ring.

Feeling a little more determined, Ling Yi picked up the scroll and started to read it. At this glance, he saw the setting sun. Although there were not many words on the scroll, it was very obscure. Ling Yi looked at it for a long time before reading it.

He understood, but it was another matter to use this kind of magic right away. He tried several times, but all ended in failure.

This kind of thing can't be rushed. Of course he understands this truth, but time is urgent now and he doesn't dare to waste a minute.

An hour has passed since I quietly closed my eyes and meditated. Just now it was sunset, but now the night has stretched on.

There was no light in the room, and Ling Yi sat quietly on the bed, with the wind palm in front of him. At a certain moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, raised his eyes, and looked at the window in the distance where a few rays of moonlight were shining in.

Lines of soul energy instantly flowed through the meridians in his body, suddenly gathering in the palm of his left hand.

Gently raising his left hand and pointing it at the window, a whistling wind suddenly blew, causing the window to sway unsteadily.

"Successful!" Ling Yi was overjoyed. He looked at his left hand and showed a slight smile. After several attempts, he finally achieved some results.

Maybe it's because he is very familiar with the wind-sucking palm, so he is also not unfamiliar with the blowing palm, so he can learn so quickly, Ling Yi thought in his heart, but when he calmed down the joy in his heart, he wanted to combine the two skills*

*When used together, there is no clue at all

"Two strong winds with completely different directions must be used together to force them out. How should this be done? How powerful is it?" Ling Yi asked helplessly as he looked at the five words "Soul Seizing Hand" on the scroll,

He shrugged his head and let out a long sigh.

"Ling Yi! Ling Yi!" Liu Yuerong's charming voice came from in front of the door. The voice was very urgent, but it also revealed excitement.

Ling Yi opened the door and looked at Liu Yuerong. She must have something to do if she called him so late.

Liu Yuerong glanced at Ling Yi up and down with her big eyes, a sweet smile appeared on her face, she took his hand and ran to the Liu family meeting hall: "Grandpa is looking for you!"

Ling Yi was thinking in his mind and came to the meeting hall not long after.

"Grandpa! Bring Ling Yi here!" Liu Yuerong let go of Ling Yi's hand and came to Mr. Liu with a naughty smile.

Ling Yi looked along Liu Yuerong, and saw that the old man beside her was energetic. Although his hair and beard were all white, his eyes were very sharp. He looked a bit like Liu Yi, but his aura was restrained, and he could not tell the depth of his cultivation.

"Are you Ling Yi?" The old man gently pushed Liu Yuerong aside, turned around and asked kindly, but it gave people an irresistible pressure.

"Exactly!" Ling Yi replied neither humble nor overbearing, raising his head and looking directly at the old man.

"Haha! I, Liu Aotian, have lived for such a long time, but this is the first time I have seen such an extraordinary little brother. Yuerong praised you so much. It's really not nonsense!" Liu Aotian nodded and smiled at Ling Yi in admiration, and inadvertently said

When I caught a glimpse of Liu Yuerong, I saw that she was extremely shy. She had her head buried and did not dare to look at Ling Yi. She was stunned for a moment and then understood. There was a complicated look in her eyes when she looked at Ling Yi.

Ling Yi smiled slightly, and Liu Aotian continued: "Yue Rong also told me the promise she made to you. Thank you again for your kindness to Yue Rong. Although the Liu family's strength has declined recently, there are still many good players in the family. Regarding Yin Yang

The poisonous poison, my Liu family can actually get rid of it..."

Seeing Ling Yi beaming with joy, Liu Aotian suddenly changed his tone and sighed: "It's just..."
Chapter completed!