Chapter 464: Cultivating the Stick Technique

"Labor and capital quit!"

Zhao Yi used to be a Martial Emperor anyway, and he was a little upset at being arranged in such a way. When he lifted his palm, he actually broke the wooden stick in two abruptly!

At this moment, it seemed that the entire desert world began to freeze.

"It turned out to be!"

Zhao Yi passed the examination by mistake, and his body that was about to disappear also recovered. At the same time, in the endless desert, it twisted strangely. Finally, it becomes a continuous mountain.

And among the continuous mountains, a majestic figure sat cross-legged on a high mountain. Just sitting there, Zhao Yi could feel a wave of coercion continuously emanating from him.

"Congratulations to those who are destined to pass this emperor's assessment. When you learn to let go of something important, you can truly grow."

Wei An's figure was the Demon Stick Emperor. He raised his eyes, as if he was staring at Zhao Yi, and a hoarse voice came from his mouth.

"The Heavenly Demon Stick Technique was created by the emperor all his life. There are a total of ninety-nine and eighty-one styles. Each style contains powerful power. If you can learn all the eighty-one styles, even the strong in the realm of martial arts can be killed. .”

"This martial skill is suitable for the cultivation of Martial Emperors and Martial Venerables."

The vicissitudes and hoarse voice of the Demon Stick Emperor immediately made Zhao Yi frowned. He knew that this stick technique was powerful, but he didn't expect to be able to jump two great realms.

This is almost comparable to the skills sent by the system.

"The next stick technique, I will only perform it once. As for whether I can remember it, it depends on your luck."

After the Demon Stick Emperor finished speaking, he lightly raised his palm, and a wooden stick immediately appeared in his palm.

Zhao Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and tightly locked on every movement of the Demon Stick Emperor.

The Demon Stick Emperor held the wooden stick, and displayed one after another mysterious stick techniques at this moment. Zhao Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and deeply remembered every route and trajectory of his stick techniques.

"Shua!"

Zhao Yi's handprint changed slightly, and the Xutian Demon Pillar immediately appeared in his hand, and began to imitate the movements of the Demon Stick Emperor.

Zhao Yi might still be able to keep up with the stick technique at the beginning, but Zhao Yi couldn't digest the mysterious level behind it for a while, so he could only stop his movements and observe quietly.

Every move seems to be simple and ordinary, but it actually contains special power. When the magic stick emperor performed the last stick technique, the shadow of the stick swept across and slashed fiercely in the endless mountains. .

"Boom!"

It was as if the whole world was trembling here. The endless mountain peaks were actually destroyed abruptly under the stick of the Demon Stick Emperor!

"So strong!"

Seeing the desolate ground, Zhao Yi secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Is this the true power of this stick technique?

"This is the stick method created by this emperor. I hope that those who are destined can pass it on to this emperor, so that this stick method will not be dusted."

The Demon Stick Emperor seemed to glance at Zhao Yi, and said slowly, and then, as if he had completed his mission, his whole body began to become illusory at this moment, and finally disappeared without a trace with the wind.

The Demon Stick Emperor disappeared. There was no strength to maintain this space, and it began to twist strangely, and finally Zhao Yi's body was forcibly driven out.

When Zhao Yi opened his eyes again, he had already returned to his room.

"Heavenly Demon Stick Technique!"

The stick method has been obtained, and Zhao Yi has already begun to practice impatiently.

The training time passed quickly, and when the day and night alternated, Zhao Yi's tightly closed dark eyes opened again, shining brightly.

"It's very easy to learn the magic stick technique today, but it's not so easy to understand the meaning of the stick."

Swordsmanship has sword intent. Although there are very few practitioners who use sticks, they still have the meaning of sticking!

Zhao Yi murmured softly, he practiced for a day, and he only practiced 18 postures, and there is still a long way to go from the 81 postures.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of porridge smelled from outside, and Zhao Yi remembered that it was already daytime.

Zhao Yi and the three girls were having breakfast, Ye Lingyao's abnormal silence did not attract his attention, and he kept thinking about the cultivation method behind the Heavenly Demon Stick Technique, so as to break through the bottleneck.

After breakfast, as usual, I came to Yunlan University for class.

"Zhao Yi, today an archeology expert came to our class to give a lecture, please accompany me to get props from the expert."

Ye Lingyao came out of the classroom office, obviously receiving a certain study task. Seeing Zhao Yi who was in a daze while reading a book, he couldn't help but let out a cry.

"It's just a few props, you can go alone."

Zhao Yi had been trying to find a way to break through the bottleneck of the Heavenly Demon stick technique, but was suddenly interrupted by Ye Lingyao, his thoughts were completely broken, and he said with a little emotion.

"oh……"

Ye Lingyao's eyes dimmed, did he really like the one in the dream?

Ye Lingyao was not as angry as usual, but walked away quickly.

"Zhao Yi, what happened to you and her, did something happen to you?"

Wu Ming is usually careless, but in fact he is very careful. Seeing Ye Lingyao's abnormal behavior today, Wu Ming couldn't help but move closer to Zhao Yi and wink at him.

"Who?" Zhao Yi was taken aback.

"Of course it's Ye Lingyao! Zhao Yi, do you want me to chase her back for you!"

Wu Ming's eyes widened immediately, he looked at Zhao Yi in disbelief, and immediately volunteered.

"Don't worry, I have nothing to do with her, you should study more while you are now, last semester you were the tail of the crane again."

Zhao Yi couldn't help but rolled his eyes. Go straight to Wu Ming's transcript.

"Ouch! It's not that you don't know that I'm stupid, how lonely it is to have no one to accompany me to the end of the crane!"

Wu Ming said pitifully, as if he had been wronged.

Zhao Yi shrugged, didn't bother to pay attention to him, and continued to practice stick techniques.

"Hey, everyone, I'm an expert in the Department of Archeology. It's my honor to come to this class to give lectures. You can call me Mr. Gu..."

When it was class time, an old man walked slowly to the podium, with all kinds of ancient objects beside him. eye-catching.

Immediately, this Teacher Gu talked about most of the class in class, and slowly looked at the antiques on the podium.

"These are all ancient relics that were fortunately unearthed in the ancient tomb, but there are real and fake relics. I don't know which classmate will come up to appraise them?"

Teacher Gu said with a smile, and then picked up a piece of jade. It looked transparent, but it was blood red all over. People can't figure out its color.

After Teacher Gu finished speaking, he immediately glanced around the classroom, and saw Zhao Yi sitting in a daze on his seat, with a look of displeasure on his old face.

What he hates most is when students lose their minds in his class. The topics he talked about were broad and profound, and many people would not be able to listen to his lectures.

"This classmate, it's up to you to tell whether he is real or not, and in what year it was unearthed."

Teacher Gu walked slowly to Zhao Yi's side, and stopped the latter, obviously to embarrass him, and to warn the students around him not to be distracted during class.

"Forehead……"

Zhao Yi was stopped by Teacher Gu, so he had to recover from his cultivation state and looked at Teacher Gu in a daze.

"Hmph! Another thorny student!"

Seeing Zhao Yi pretending to be stupid for him, he snorted coldly in his heart, deliberately stiffened, and repeated the question just now.

The students around looked at Zhao Yi gloatingly.

"Mr. Gu, the stone in your hand is not unearthed, it is fake."

Only then did Zhao Yi come to his senses, and he told the truth. After all, although the stone had a bit of an ancient atmosphere, a forgery is a forgery, and Zhao Yi's eyesight can still tell.

"luck!"

Seeing that Zhao Yi guessed right, Mr. Gu could only attribute it to luck.

"Then can you tell me whether this cultural relic is real or fake?"

Afterwards, Teacher Gu took out another porcelain bottle and waved it in front of Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi's gaze was fixed on the porcelain vase. Inside the porcelain vase, there seemed to be some kind of power rising quietly within it, which was extremely miraculous.