The so-called "word spirit" can be formally summarized as the ability to control elements by reciting special dragon language by hybrids and dragons born from dragon genes.
Each character and syllable is extremely compressed, striving to sing a short poem or even a long poem in the shortest possible time.
Similar to the Buddhist six-character Great Ming Mantra, Om, Mah, Ni, Ba, Mi, Hum, or the Taoist nine-character mantra, when fighting, all are in formation, in front.
The former six characters are worshiped by countless devout believers in the prayer wheel. After completing the 129,600 turns, each character has supreme power. The latter is accompanied by complicated and mysterious seal blessings. After each character is recited,
The meanings they represent are all different.
In the library building, Li Longyuan casually pulled out a heavy book from the neatly arranged nanmu bookshelf and handed it to the handsome young man with an icy face next to him.
"So, senior brother, if you want to further control the extent of Jun Yan's explosion, you have to start with the singing of the spirit spirit."
Chu Zihang took the brown-faced yellow leaves and bound the books on the spine with rough and textured hemp rope. Spiritual was written on it in Italian italic English.
in, the hot gilt handwriting is smooth and clear.
"The Origin of Word Spirit?"
His sharp brows furrowed slightly, not knowing Li Longyuan's purpose in giving him such a book that was equivalent to a child's entrance education book.
"Senior brother, please don't underestimate this book. Although it is listed by the principal as one of the ninety-nine books that must be read by freshmen entering Kassel, few people can understand the truth in it."
Li Yongyuan continued to walk in the long corridor filled with a heavy atmosphere of knowledge and lined with brown bookshelves, his tone was calm and easy-going.
"For example, you can say that the "Three Character Classic" is easy to understand, but you cannot say that its principles are shallow. And who can truly implement what is said in it and die as a martyr, who has not left a profound mark in the history of history?
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Seeing that Chu Zihang's eyebrows were still slightly furrowed, the young man in a green robe smiled lightly and said.
Many people think that such a dress may seem awkward in a modern library, but for a person like Li Yongyuan, who comes from an orthodox background and has the elegance of the ancients in every gesture, his temperament and decoration are extremely suitable for the library's tranquility and profound knowledge.
, solemn qualities.
The expression on Chu Zihang's cold face softened slightly. He seemed to have some understanding, but not very clearly.
"Brother, come on, work hard!"
After pointing out the direction, Li Yongyuan made a funny expression and stretched out his right fist to cheer him up, pretending to be serious.
Chu Zihang still had a dull face, and no change in his expression could be seen. He just responded with a faint "hmm".
"Obviously Liu Miaomiao did this to you, and you called her dad the day you woke up..."
The handsome young man's whispers were forced to stop under Chu Zihang's murderous gaze.
At first, the three of them looked at each other silently and tacitly chose to forget about this incident.
"You study hard first, I'll leave first."
Realizing that something was wrong, Li Longyuan warmly reached out and patted Chu Zihang on the shoulder, and then trotted out of the library.
"It's just a joke, I don't really want you to call me daddy."
After leaving the library, Li Longyuan looked up at the sky, still recalling the atmosphere that was so cold that it was almost frosty, and couldn't help but sigh.
However, his instructions to Chu Zihang on how to use the spirit spirit this time may not have been without his own experience.
The guy with the abbreviated name "Red King" was indeed a mysterious and difficult opponent. His aura as deep as hell almost dyed the sky and the moon with blood at that time.
The joking expression gradually subsided, and Li Yongyuan's already handsome and flawless face became more and more lonely and cold.
After experiencing the previous battle, he had a better understanding of his spiritual spirit and status.
"There is no hybrid in the world who can release two kinds of spirit spirits."
This is a sentence that Hilbert Jean Angers would mention at every freshman orientation party. It is as unbreakable as the status of Newton's three laws in the world of physics.
Whether it is the history of modern hybrids over the past century or the ancient history that can be traced back to the entanglement between hybrids and dragons, every living case has good evidence for this statement.
It's just that they ignored one thing. They ignored that Yanling, which has never appeared in the "Periodic Table of Yanlings" and research experts for thousands of years, represents the supreme emperor's supreme position.
Even though the Word Spirit and Zunshi will continue to develop and capture the power of Word Spirits similar to the Eyes of the Wind King and Indra, they all belong to the same Word Spirit after all.
So integrating the two powers he currently has into one place is what Li Longyuan is eager to find, a new way to improve himself.
In the few days before coming to the Arrow Arena, Li Yongyuan had already compiled his inner thoughts and confusions into an email and sent it to Li Chengqian.
And the orthodox patriarch immediately summoned a group of the most professional pundits as quickly as possible, used the most extensive historical biographies as a data base to analyze the possibility of success in conjecture, and finally encrypted the improved results through the prime minister.
The channel was sent to Li Yongyuan's mailbox.
A green robe is as freehand as thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and the embroidered cloud patterns are like hazy clouds and mist. The slender figure walking out of the dark passage seems to be walking out of a scroll. As soon as it appears in the bustling archery venue, it attracts many people.
gaze in amazement.
The huge venue is divided into four sections by transparent metal glass doors, including a novice area, a general area, a professional area and a bar that provides drinks and drinks. The silver-white lighting makes the entire venue look more technological, and is surrounded by green plants for embellishment.
In front of the archery path in the professional area, a beautiful girl with short chestnut hair was bending her bow and setting an arrow. She half-closed her eyes and stared at the archery target 25 meters away with bated breath. A thin layer of sweat slid down her slender white neck and seeped into her body.
White long sleeves.
But the girl didn't care at all. The cold wind blew by with a "whoosh", and the training arrow originally mounted on the competitive recurve bow had already hit the target, and the arrow feathers still stopped on the target and trembled slightly.
She put down the bow in her hand and turned around, only to find the young man in green robe standing not far away with his hands behind his hands, looking around, with a rare shyness on his originally calm and beautiful face.
"You are..., classmate Li Yongyuan, right?"
The girl walked forward generously and greeted the young man who was still looking at the venue facilities.
"Who are you?"
Li Longyuan looked at the girl in front of him, a little confused. They must have never met before.
"My name is Mary Elizabeth, and I am also the vice president of your support group."
Seeing the surprise on the boy's face, the girl felt a little disappointed, but she introduced herself generously.
Li Longyuan suddenly realized that this was the wealthy man who often supported Fengel.
Don't blame him for being unfamiliar, there are actually several girls named Elizabeth in Cassel College, such as Caesar's secretary, and the youngest director of the college, Elizabeth Laurent.