C75 Wind Separation Spell

When Mingsi and Yuwen Lang walked out of the ten layers of the Flaming Horn Bull Formation, it was already dusk. There were still two to three hours left until the end of the day.

"Did you notice?" Mingsi suddenly asked as he was walking.

"What did you find?" Yuwen Lang raised his eyebrows.

Mingsi stopped and turned to Yuwen Lang. "We only passed the twentieth level in half a day, but our speed is not limited to this. "

Yuwen Lang did not answer, waiting for Mingsi to continue.

Mingsi didn't want to keep him in suspense anymore, he said, "The reason why it is so slow today is because our cooperation is not good enough. "

"Nonsense, do you think I can't see through it?" Yuwen Lang said with a look of disdain.

Mingsi shrugged, "I do have a way to solve this problem. "

Mingsi coughed and organized his thoughts. He said, "There is no time to stop and discuss the trial process. This token has a certain range of usage. In that case, we might as well discuss some special signals. "

"Secret signal?" Yuwen Lang frowned and said.

"Yes! Every time we fail to cooperate, isn't it because the timing of our attack isn't right? It's not you who blocks me, it's me who blocks you. If we exclude the cooperation that was truly calculated wrongly and made a mistake, by solving the two problems above, our efficiency will definitely increase. " Mingsi crossed his arms in front of his chest and said with a smile.

When Yuwen Lang heard this, he rubbed his nose and said, "You are the one who is hindering me a little more. "

"That is not the main point!" Mingsi said angrily.

"Alright, get to the main point. " Yuwen Lang smiled awkwardly.

After that, Mingsi quickly took out a skin scroll and a bamboo pen. He wrote a bunch of words on it and drew a lot of intertwining drawings before handing them to Yuwen Lang with satisfaction.

"This is our secret signal!"

Yuwen Lang took it and looked at it. There was a strange expression on his face. "Are you sure this will work?"

Mingsi immediately nodded. Back when he and Ziming were hunting in the mountains, they used a similar method. Now, if they changed it slightly, it should work.

The two of them rested on the small platform for half an incense stick of time before getting up again. According to the Water Spirit's request, they had to clear the thirtieth floor at least a day. Now, they had less than six hours left, and they still had to clear the tenth floor.

After Mingsi and Yuwen Lang familiarized themselves with the so-called secret signal, they stepped into the one hundred and thirtieth floor.

In the Heavenly Tower, on the street of trade area, Guu Yulou saw a student in black clothes walking up to him. He glanced at him from the corner of his eye and shook his head slowly.

Then he slowed down his pace and shook his head at Ye Qingyun who was behind him.

Ye Qingyun followed him and looked at the portrait in his hand helplessly. On the portrait was a man in black. He was dressed in black uniform and his face was cold. A striking scar ran through the left side of his face.

"Why doesn't this person look like a student?" Ye Qingyun asked.

"I hope the portraits given by those three guys are correct. "Guu Yulou sighed.

"It's hard to say. With your attitude, it's not surprising for others to toy with you. " Ye Qingyun said in a mocking tone.

"Oh?" Guu Yulou raised his eyebrows, "If that's the case, I can use this opportunity to get angry. " After saying that, Guu Yulou walked forward quickly.

"Let's go to the next platform and take a look. "

Ye Qingyun shook his head and smiled bitterly. He sighed and followed after him. "Junior brother Mingsi, you have a good senior brother. . . "

"Achoo!"

In a certain training space, Mingsi, who was flying on a flying sword in midair, suddenly sneezed. He touched his nose and ignored it. He held the token in his hand and shouted, "Have you calculated it?"

After a few breaths, Yuwen Lang's voice came from the token. "Ten breaths later, shoot an arrow towards the north! Twenty breaths later, I'll set up a medium-sized tornado thirty meters to the south. "

When Mingsi heard this, he put down the token and immediately took out his bow and arrow, silently chanting in his heart.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths. . . Nine breaths, Mingsi pulled the bowstring in his hand and spiritual energy instantly wrapped around it.

Ten breaths, Mingsi released his hand, and the Spirit Wind Arrow that had left the bow sped through the air.

At the same time, a spatial crack appeared less than 30 meters north of Mingsi. After the crack opened, a four-winged bird flew out from within. Most of its feathers were wet, and one of its wings had been pierced by a long spear. The other wing was flapping and making a series of hissing sounds.

"Swoosh!" The moment the four-winged bird appeared, Mingsi's arrow came close and pierced the bird's chest. The Spirit Wind Arrow broke through its sternum and pierced through its body, and the tip of the arrow came out from its back.

"Kakaka!" The Four-winged Flying Bird's body twitched, then it fell to the ground diagonally.

Mingsi did not look at the bird, but continued to count in his heart. "Eighteen breaths, nineteen breaths, twenty breaths!"

Twenty breaths came very quickly. Mingsi threw the wind that had been condensed in his hand towards the south, where it landed about 30 meters away.

At the same time, a figure descended from the sky.

"Ah!"

Mingsi raised his head and saw Yuwen Lang spiraling down from the higher sky.

The wind was blowing, and Mingsi looked at the figure in the distance, and the wind was blowing. He had a bad feeling, "Something doesn't seem right about the position. . . " In his field of vision, Yuwen Lang flew past three meters away from the wind.

"What are you waiting for?!" Yuwen Lang was shocked. He wanted Mingsi to use the tornado to help him cushion the wind, but the result was out of his expectation. He had lost thirty feet of distance, and the tornado did not catch him.

Mingsi shook his head and smiled. He drove the flying sword and chased after Yuwen Lang. When he approached, he grabbed his shoulder and pulled him onto the flying sword.

The flying sword that carried the two of them seemed a little unstable. In addition to the huge buffer force, the flying sword trembled and fell diagonally. The two of them slid down from it.

Fortunately, they were not far from the ground. Mingsi's feet lightly stepped on the void, and at the same time, he threw out another wind roll. When Yuwen Lang landed, he caught him by a hair's breadth.

Both of their feet landed on the ground at the same time. They looked at each other, and there was a lingering fear in their eyes.

Yuwen Lang wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead and said with lingering fear, "I almost fell to death. . . "

"You won't die from falling, right? At most, you will lose one leg, which is a perfect match for me. " Mingsi smiled and said.

Yuwen Lang shrugged helplessly. He stared at Mingsi and asked, "I found that all your spells are very useful! Although their power is not good, their life-saving skills are indeed first-rate!"

Mingsi was stunned. After thinking for a while, he scratched his head and said, "Looks like I need to find an opportunity to practice my attacking spells. . . "

Yuwen Lang heard Mingsi say this and thought for a while before saying, "What's so special about this? After the tenth level, I'll buy you a magic scroll!"

"Hmm?" Mingsi was stunned at first, then he said in surprise, "Is that true?"

"Nonsense, do I look like a man who doesn't keep his word?" Yuwen Lang coldly harrumphed.

"Doesn't look like it!" Mingsi quickly replied, his heart was filled with joy, "The progress of Wind's Death and Violent wind lotus's cultivation is too slow, so the power displayed at this stage is still unable to keep up with my needs! Since Yuwen Lang wants to give me a scroll of magic, Okay. "

Mingsi stroked his chin and sized up Yuwen Lang, "Looking at his appearance, I think he must have a lot of spiritual points on him! I wonder if he has a mid-grade spell. . . "

The two of them put away the Spirit Core of the four-winged bird they had just killed and did not stay for long. After adjusting their breathing for a while, they got up again and ran to the next floor.

On this day, it was close to midnight when Mingsi and Yuwen Lang walked out from the one hundred and thirty-third level's training space. When they stepped onto the small platform, both of them were already exhausted. After rushing to trade area, they began to meditate and recover.

It was late at night. Under the dark night, the trading area was brightly lit. Only some small alleys still had traces of darkness.

In an alley close to the center of the street, two figures were swaying in the shadows.

"You actually have so many Spirit Beast King Nuclei!" Mingsi exclaimed.

"Hehe!" Yuwen Lang laughed complacently, his fingers constantly moving. "This one. . . It was the Spirit Core of the Void Ant King. Back then, I had to travel through fifty spatial passageways before I could catch it. This one. . . It was the Blood Devouring Dragon King's Spirit Core. In order to kill this beast. . . My thigh was even bitten! This is. . . "

Yuwen Lang took out nine Spirit Beast King Cores in a row, and at the same time, told Yuwen Lang everything he had learned about the Spirit Core he had acquired. However, Mingsi didn't hear much. In his mind, There was only Yuwen Lang's last sentence, "Take them. These are all for you. "

Hearing this, the surprise on Mingsi's face became even more intense, "These, these are all for me? The spirit points exchanged for this is not a small amount!"

Yuwen Lang waved his hand, "Just take it as exchanging for that Golden Eagle feather with you. "

Seeing that Mingsi still had a look of disbelief on his face, Yuwen Lang spoke again," This is nothing. Are you afraid that you won't have the chance to obtain the Spirit Core in the next few hundred levels? Don't blame me for snatching you away when the time comes. I'll let you exchange these for spirit points first. After all, didn't you say you wanted to exchange for a magic scroll? "

Mingsi was silent for a while, then nodded slightly.

Soon, Mingsi put away all the Spirit Core, walked out of the alley with Yuwen Lang, and walked into the Spirit Core Pavilion.

Not long after, Mingsi and Mingsi came out of the Spirit Core Pavilion. Mingsi smiled at Yuwen Lang, who was leaning against the wall, and said, "The Spirit Beast King Nucleus is actually so precious! One Spirit Beast is at least 50 points! And that Void Ant is actually worth 300 points of spirit! "

Mingsi was grinning from ear to ear. In addition to the normal Spirit Core, he had eight thousand points on his command medallion!"

" Let's go! Let's see if there are any suitable spells!" Yuwen Lang pulled Mingsi and walked forward.

Mingsi looked at the endless flow of students around him and muttered as he walked, "I wonder how senior brother is doing over there. "

"Let's finish our goal first. We'll wait for your senior brother after three days. " Yuwen Lang said.

Mingsi nodded and didn't say anything else.

Soon, the two of them arrived at the Spiritual Spell Pavilion. After walking in, Mingsi walked around and found that the Spiritual Spell Pavilion after the hundredth floor was no longer filled with low level spells. There were twenty mid level spells at the very end of the Spiritual Spell Pavilion!

At this moment, Mingsi was holding a mid-grade spell in his hand.

Mingsi had been staring at the spell for half an incense stick of time. Mingsi closed the skin scroll and slowly opened it. These two movements kept repeating, and his eyes were filled with confusion.

"Are you going to buy it or not?" A student at the side urged impatiently.

"If you can't afford it, don't stare at it for so long. If you accidentally destroy it, can you afford it?" These twenty scrolls of mid-grade spells were treasures to begin with, and many students paid attention to them.

Mingsi was silent. After staring at the number on the skin scroll's cover, he shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Twenty thousand. . . This mid-grade skin scroll is actually so expensive. . . " Then, he stretched out his hand and slowly placed the skin scroll back on the multiplication platform.

Yuwen Lang stood by the side. His cold eyes swept across the students who were clamoring. He coldly snorted and turned around, pressing his token into a groove on the skin scroll platform.

The token lit up slightly. Next, a light screen appeared on the surface of the magic skin scroll on the platform, and then the light screen broke. The skin scroll flew up and slowly landed in Yuwen Lang's hand.

"Take it!" Yuwen Lang waved his hand and threw the skin scroll to Mingsi.

After that, the two of them walked out of the Spirit Spell Pavilion under everyone's surprised gazes.

"Tsk tsk, twenty thousand is enough. How did this kid earn his spirit points?"

"Hmph! If it were me, I wouldn't buy this spell. How much can twenty thousand spirit points buy!?"

"That means yes!"

"The choice is different. "

Walking on the street, Mingsi held the skin scroll and asked puzzledly, "How can you have so many spiritual points!? Twenty thousand!"

Yuwen Lang lightly smiled, "It's a secret!"

Seeing this, Mingsi did not continue to ask. He leaned against a corner of the wall and only calmed down after a long time. He lowered his head and looked at the opened skin scroll in his hand, muttering softly:

"Middle grade spirit art, Wind Separation Art. . . . . . . ”