The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

At this time, Tang Yixian had already withdrawn his attack, and turned the wooden sword back to his wrist, then stood still and said,

"The three of you can all utilize the magic weapons in this set of mental techniques of my master. As for the extent to which you can use them, it depends on your understanding."

This is indeed the case. The three people use different magical weapons. Tang Yixin is a sword cultivator himself, and he is just teaching them the mental method.

"Master, I would like to ask you something."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sheng Qingye's sharp eyes darkened, and he suddenly jumped up, and the chain instantly flew towards Tang Yixien.

Tang Yixien tapped the ground lightly with his toes, stepped back, and dodged the chains with a leap.

Although he lacks spiritual power, he is agile.

Sheng Qingye curled his lips into a smile, turned around suddenly, and pulled out the chains again. The black iron chains as thin as fingers flexibly wrapped around Tang Yixin's waist and pulled him to his side.

Tang Yixien was caught off guard.

A voice with a hint of provocation and panting sounded in my ears.

"Master, what's wrong? You're using a wooden sword. Don't you like the sword your disciple gave you?"

Sheng Qingye was too close at this time.

Tang Yixian could feel his low panting, carrying the aggressive and vigorous breath of a man. Tang Yixian was a little uncomfortable for a moment. His eyes darkened and he said,

"The sword you gave me as a gift was too full of violence."

After hearing this, Sheng Qingye was slightly stunned.

The sword did have some murderous aura, but it was extremely weak. I didn't expect that Master could actually feel it.

It is not a bad thing to have a murderous aura on the sword. Some monks like to have a hint of murderous aura on the sword, which can make the sword sharper and more attractive.

Only people with extremely pure spiritual power would not be able to adapt to using such a sword.

Tang Yixin took this opportunity to try to call upon his spiritual power, and actually succeeded.

He used the hilt of the sword in his hand, turned around, and untied the chain in the opposite direction with just the right amount of force.

This escape trick is extremely clever, and this is also the brilliance of this sword technique.

The chains were actually dissolved by the other party, and Sheng Qingye was slightly surprised.

Tang Yixin used too much force in his movements, and his spiritual power became unstable. He lost his balance in an instant and fell to the side.

Sheng Qingye put away the chain and was about to take it, but a red figure got there first.

At some point, Xuan Yuran stood behind Tang Yixin.

It seemed as if he had been prepared for this.

Xuan Yuran was still growing and not as tall as Tang Yixien, but he was able to hold Tang Yixien firmly in his arms.

He steadied Tang Yixin's shoulders with his hands, and his eyes darkened for a moment, filled with restraint.

Tang Yixien only felt that he was being hugged by someone, and immediately tried to break free. Turning around, he saw a pair of deep eyes, but in an instant, those eyes became clear again, filled with worry.

"Master, are you okay?"

"It doesn't matter."

When Tang Yixien saw that it was Xuan Yuran, his guard was instantly put down.

He didn't even care about Xuan Yuran's look just now.

What I was thinking was, this kid’s chest muscles are pretty firm.

Almost at the same time.

Xuan Yuran felt a cold light and looked up to see Sheng Qingye looking at him.

With a moment of reluctance, he clenched his palm and let go of Tang Yixian's shoulders.

The glances between the two men were almost unnoticed.

"Master Sheng, Master's spiritual power can be used with a wooden sword just as well, it's more flexible." Xuan Yuran said.

Sheng Qingye's face darkened as he retracted the chains and stood there in a daze.

He understood the hidden meaning behind Xuan Yuran's words.

It's not just the murderous aura of the ancient sword, but the more important point is that the master's spiritual power cannot use the ancient sword.

Why had he forgotten this?

His eyes now fell on the blisters on Tang Yixin's fair palms, which were already bleeding.

He frowned slightly and said,

"Master, why make things difficult for yourself? I...we can protect you."

Tang Yixien is only a few years older than them.

The implication of this statement was simply that it was a matter of marriage for a Taoist partner, and he didn't need to work so hard.

Tang Yixien clenched the sword in his hand, his expression gradually became colder. He straightened his back, his eyes steady with a hint of determination.

Although nothing was said, his attitude towards the matter was self-evident.

No matter how dumb Sheng Qingye was, he knew what it meant. It was a rejection.

His master was completely different from what he had imagined and heard.

Sheng Qingye and Jin Xiaoxiao looked at each other tacitly, like two little animals assessing the situation.

Facing the coveted prey, they patiently build up their strength and tacit understanding.

In an instant, the surroundings were so quiet that the rustling of the wind could be heard.

It seemed as if there was a bit more heat in the atmosphere.

Jin Xiaoxiao lowered her eyes slightly and nodded, saying respectfully,

"Master, this method is indeed exquisite. I am grateful for your guidance."

He said this partly to break the awkwardness, but mostly it was the truth. At least for him, this sword technique was helpful.

No matter what, "The Secret of the World" is the Tang family's unique secret method, which is only passed down to direct disciples.

As a master, Tang Yixien's sincerity towards their relationship as a disciple is impeccable.

Seeing this, Tang Yixien breathed a sigh of relief.

Every day he was like training a wild beast, and he could be pounced on at any time.

Everyone is testing each other's bottom line.

"Alright, I've demonstrated the mental method to you. Whoever can use it first will get 50 extra credits."

Tang Yixien then turned around and left the venue, his tall and elegant figure returning to the house.

He looked through the window of the front hall at the three people outside who were practicing seriously, especially Sheng Qingye, who was concentrating on the moves.

It seems that these credits are still useful to them for the time being.

And this set of mental skills is enough for them to practice for a while.

"Host, here I come."

"That's the sound of the system lady coming online."

"The final data from the last poison analysis is out." Youyou said decisively.

"Okay, send it to me."

"arrow"

Youyou displayed a series of herbal names and chemical element tables in Tang Yixin's mind.

Tang Yixien sat down, picked up the brush, and based on Youyou's pharmacological data, he lowered his head and frowned, and began to calculate carefully on the rice paper.

The entire white paper is covered with chemical element symbols. People who don’t understand them would just think of them as some kind of talisman.

Half an hour later, the antidote was finally figured out.

Even accurate to milligrams.

"Wow, that's not bad." Youyou exclaimed.

Even Youyou, the computer, cannot figure out this kind of calculation on its own.

Originally, this poison was basically uncurable.

If it were someone else, figuring out the antidote would be as difficult as climbing to the sky.

After all, his uncle poisoned him and never thought of an antidote.

I just want to destroy his spiritual roots.