"These flying deer Taoist soldiers are extremely fast and agile, and can be used in conjunction with the magic of scattering beans into soldiers."

A hint of joy appeared between Yan Qingying's brows.

Many years ago, Feitianmen started to cultivate the Beiming Dragon Blood Magic Beans, and later spent a large sum of money to acquire the Gangsha Qi.

After these yellow bean Taoist soldiers were tempered using the fighting method, they put on the tiger-like battle robes.

He charged into battle, walked through mountains of swords and seas of fire, and was extremely brave, just like a tiger in the world.

But the only drawback is that he doesn't know how to fly and has no agility, so it is difficult for him to break through when necessary.

During the last battle between the Zhuxian Army and the Feitian Sect, the shortcomings were clearly exposed.

At this moment, seeing these sixty or so Flying Deer Taoist soldiers, wearing golden armor, with wings flying behind them, extremely agile, just like flying deer, I was really happy.

This was the first time she had seen other Taoist soldiers, so there was a strong interest in her eyes.

"This is a soul-soothing talisman."

"I have planted the sub-talismans on these Flying Deer Dao soldiers. With these things, you will be their master from now on."

"Yes, senior brother."

"The yellow bean Taoist soldiers cooperate to practice the Taoist soldiers' formation."

Yan Qingying picked up the soul-calming talisman, her voice calm and powerful, and she began to set up the formation. The yellow bean Taoist soldiers lined up in a row, and the flying deer Taoist soldiers swam quickly according to a mysterious pattern.

Yan Qingying did not dare to delay and quickly controlled her Taoist soldiers to integrate into the formation. The two complemented each other.

With the support of her magic power, the Taoist soldiers transformed from beans seemed to be given life.
Their movements gradually became synchronized with the Feilu Taoist soldiers, emitting a powerful aura.

Afterwards, the Yellow Bean Taoist Soldiers and the Flying Deer Taoist Soldiers merged with each other, and the Taoist Soldiers formation slowly began to operate, like the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, Tai Chi and the Two Principles, with powerful forces flowing through it.

It seems that as long as you fall into this formation, even the mountains and seas will be crushed in an instant.

Yan Qingying only felt that her mind was closely connected with these Taoist soldiers. She could clearly feel the position and status of each Taoist soldier. This unprecedented experience made her Taoist heart more firm.

"There is a big mission next. Let me see the power of your army."

Ye Yang's voice sounded again.

With a slight wave of his hand, the powerful aura of the True Person realm was released.

Yan Qingying scattered the yellow beans on the ground, and then the yellow beans fell to the ground and rolled, and their bodies suddenly grew bigger, and they grew into a group of yellow turban strongmen.

These Yellow Turban warriors are all tall and strong with bulging muscles. They hold huge axes in their hands, look majestic and exude an awe-inspiring aura.

The formation was originally a bit large, and now it became even more powerful, surrounding a group of

He actually resisted Ye Yang's leaked momentum.

"Is this your trump card?" Ye Yang smiled slightly, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"Now attack me."

Ye Yang's voice sounded again.

He raised his hand slightly, but did not use his full strength in sword skills. Instead, he flicked his finger and endless sword light flew out in a rotation.

It transformed into a tornado of sword-like light that intersected at the head and tail, expanding rapidly and soon spreading throughout the entire compound.

Seeing the sword light coming, the yellow-turbaned strongmen on the outermost edge, who were over ten feet tall, had muscles like cast steel and held huge axes, rushed towards the sword light tornado with great momentum.

Boom!

The soybean warrior collided with the tornado, causing a deafening sound, air waves and dust to rise up in the sky.

However, this kind of power is just a tickle to Ye Yang.

In the tornado, the blade's light was like wings, extremely agile, and it easily cut down one yellow bean warrior after another.

Yan Qingying felt nervous when she saw this, knowing that it would be difficult to win by relying solely on the number of soybean warriors.

She gritted her teeth, took out a blue talisman from her bosom, chanted a spell, and injected spiritual energy into it.

The talisman suddenly burst out with a dazzling blue light and turned into a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket, striking the tornado fiercely.

"Fifth-level Blue Thunder Landing Talisman."

Ye Yang raised his eyebrows slightly, seeming a little surprised that Yan Qingying could cast the lightning talisman.

This fifth-level talisman is enough to cause damage to ordinary late-stage martial arts practitioners, but it is still not enough for him.

He chuckled, and a blade of light emerged from the tornado, colliding head-on with the lightning.

In a flash, there was a loud thunder, and the sword light actually split the lightning in two, and attacked Yan Qingying with undiminished momentum.

Yan Qingying's expression changed slightly, and she hurriedly controlled the yellow bean warrior to stand horizontally in front of her, while her body quickly retreated.

"These alone are not enough." Ye Yang said lightly, and with a slight flick of his finger, the separated lightning was actually pulled by him and condensed into a sword shape again, floating above the palm of his hand.

His eyes focused, and the sword of thunder and lightning split into countless sword auras, which appeared among the yellow bean warriors as if teleporting, and burst out with destructive power.

For a moment, thunder and lightning struck in the courtyard, and the yellow bean warriors seemed to have encountered a lightning disaster, and they shattered and dissipated one after another.

Yan Qingying knew that she couldn't give up just like that.

She took a deep breath, and her whole body was filled with spiritual power. A huge white tiger shadow appeared faintly behind her, and eight divine spears divided the space behind her, as if the god of death had come to the world.

Ye Yang showed some approval in his eyes and nodded.

"In such a short time, you have mastered the White Tiger Sun Fighting Technique. Not bad, it's worth seeing."

"Brother, the Dousha method forged by the Yellow Bean Taoist Soldiers and the Tiger Mighty Battle Robe itself come from the inheritance of the Beast Demon Sect. The three are superimposed on each other and are very powerful."

"You have to be careful."

Yan Qingying shouted softly, and the white tiger spread its wings and flew up. Murderous aura lingered around its body, turning it into a sea of ​​blood, which intertwined with those yellow bean Taoist soldiers to form a spectacular Bagua image.

Ye Yang pressed down lightly with his left palm, and the lightning sword light suddenly exploded, turning into thousands of dancing electric snakes.

He clenched his right palm into a fist and punched out with a bright blade light. Suddenly, a tearing sound was heard in the air.

Wherever the sword wind went, the white tiger was actually dispersed by a punch, revealing Yan Qingying's astonished face.

"Yes, the strength has indeed improved."

Ye Yang stopped and slowly walked towards Yan Qingying.

"But fighting is not just a test of strength, it's more about mind and strategy."

Yan Qingying calmed her rapid breathing and nodded: "I understand, thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother."

Ye Yang smiled slightly: "Very good."

Yan Qingying nodded. She knew that although these Yellow Turban warriors were powerful, they were still not up to par when facing a True Person Realm warrior like Ye Yang.

"Okay."

Ye Yang said this calmly, and with a move of his body, he turned into a shadow and appeared among the group of Yellow Turban warriors.

His movements were as fast as lightning, and each of his blows hit the Yellow Turban warrior's vital points accurately.

Those seemingly powerful Yellow Turban warriors were completely powerless under his hands and fell to the ground one after another. Yan Qingying was shocked when she saw this scene.

Just now, she could see that this Senior Brother Ye did not use any powerful body skills, but just relied on his eyesight.

He saw the weak point in her Taoist formation, then stepped out casually and defeated the group of Taoist soldiers using the least amount of effort.

She originally thought that her Yellow Turban Warriors were strong enough, but she didn't expect them to be so vulnerable in front of Ye Yang.

"You have enough strength, but not enough coordination."

Ye Yang's voice sounded again, and she had returned to the same place, as if she had never left.

Yan Qingying took a deep breath, she knew Ye Yang was telling the truth.

Although her weapon is very good, it still has significant flaws when facing a strong person in the realm of true person.

"For example, when you were dealing with this soldier just now, you were still a little hesitant and a little bit unsmooth."

As Ye Yang spoke, he began to teach Yan Qingying some combat skills and methods of using strength.

Yan Qingying listened attentively. She knew it was a rare opportunity to be able to listen to the guidance of a powerful real person.

Under Ye Yang's guidance, she gradually comprehended some new Taoist-soldiers combined attack techniques and felt that her strength had been significantly improved.

"Come again!"

Ye Yang used all his strength, the air was filled with the aura of swords and sabers, and every move and every style was accompanied by a sharp sound of wind, as if it was going to cut the air into countless pieces.

"Your speed is too slow and your strength is too dispersed."

Ye Yang's voice was low.
Yan Qingying's face changed slightly. She knew that this was not a solution. Taking a deep breath, he suppressed his anxiety, changed his troops, and began to change his tactics.

However, the power of the swords and sabers not only did not stop, but became even stronger.

With a clang!
The Red Maple Sword and the White Horse Sharp Knife appeared at the same time, surrounded by astonishing sword aura and sword light, rocks shattered, and Yan Qingying actually felt a sense of terror that she was doomed to die.

"If I were to kill you with this sword, how would you resist?"

Ye Yang spoke calmly.

Her back was covered in cold sweat. This kind of terror in the face of death was like dancing on the edge of a knife. She hadn't felt this way for many years.

She let out a breath, looking horrified, and then quickly commanded the Taoist soldiers in front of her.

The Yellow Turban Warriors and the Flying Deer Taoist Soldiers spun and danced quickly, coordinating with each other.

On one side is a tough warrior in heavy armor, and on the other side is a flying deer as swift as the wind.

The two formed an indestructible force.

Ye Yang observed Yan Qingying with a sharp gaze.

Under this life and death pressure.

Gradually, he could see that Yan Qingying was a little awkward in commanding the two types of Taoist soldiers.

But as time went on, she got better at it.

Under her precise command, the Flying Deer Taoist soldiers and the Yellow Turban strongmen kept changing their formations, sometimes dispersing to defend, sometimes concentrating to attack. It seemed as if the area within a hundred feet was firmly under her control.

It actually gradually exhausted the power of the Red Maple Sword and the White Horse Sharp Knife.

The sun slowly sets in the west, and the light and shadow on the training ground interweave into a series of flowing pictures.

Sweat slid down Yan Qingying's forehead, but her eyes remained firm and her whole body exuded an indomitable fighting spirit.

"stop!"

Ye Yang's voice cut through the noise that had lasted for several hours.

Yan Qingying immediately ordered all the Taoist soldiers to return to their original state, and the yellow beans and silver light gradually dissipated into the air.

Ye Yang walked down from the height and came to Yan Qingying. He looked at her expectant face and nodded.
"That's all for today's training. You did well."

A tired but satisfied smile appeared on Yan Qingying's face, she knew that she had taken another step towards her goal.

Under Ye Yang's guidance, she not only learned how to use the Taoist formation, but more importantly.

She learned to find ways to break through under pressure.

"Brother, thank you for your guidance."

Yan Qingying said excitedly, her eyes flashing with desire.

"The power of the Dao Soldier Array lies in its versatility and infinite combinations. You currently need more practice and combat experience to perfect it."

Ye Yang said lightly, but there was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"I understand, brother."

As the night deepened, the two walked side by side on the mountain road. There was silence all around them, with only the sounds of insects, footsteps and breathing to accompany them.

Yan Qingying glanced at Ye Yang's profile, he was still so determined and full of hope for the future.

Just like what she saw when she was a child.

Always so full of spirit and extraordinary.

"There is a Hidden Immortal Valley to the west of Tongtian River. There is a Seven-Colored Mountain inside. Take the Taoist soldiers there and see if you can find any information about the Rainbow Monster and the Rainbow Spirit Tree."

"This time, in order to avoid any accidents, Junior Brother Ba Yuan will go with you."

"Qingying obeys your command."

……

Yan Qingying and others, under Ye Yang's orders, went to Qicai Mountain to inquire about the news of Feihong Spirit Wood.

Ye Yang, on the other hand, abandoned worldly affairs, practiced diligently in the sect, and did not care about worldly affairs.

Although he has now broken through to the realm of true person, he still practices every day without interruption.

This is a habit that has been maintained for many years.

Occasionally, I would go and see Zhu Mange’s practice.

Fortunately, Zhu Mange's Tianlong Dianfeng Gong did not encounter any problems during the practice, and his Xuanfeng Yin Yuan made steady progress.

Today, Ye Yang just entered into a state of meditation in seclusion.

Suddenly, I felt a shocking sword whistling sound, as if the sky was collapsing, breaking through the cliff, and rolling in from the sky.

He walked out of the place of retreat, frowned and looked into the distance, with a faint blood light emanating from his pupils. The power of his sword pupils was fully activated, and the eyes were filled with yin and yang chaos.

From the endless cliffs ahead, a devastating sword light shot straight into the sky.

It pierced all the white clouds in the sky and formed a huge white wind column. For a moment, the sky and the earth were dark, and the sun and the moon lost their luster.

The light of a sword chills the nineteen states, and the sword energy reaches the sky and shoots at the Douniu.

(End of this chapter)