47 Here Comes the Spirit

Zhou Suren has 23 children, 17 boys and 6 girls. The princesses were born from different concubines and all looked different.

The Ninth Princess and the Fifteenth Princess were obviously in the army. Rather than saying that they were beautiful, it was better to say that they were handsome and cool that ordinary women did not have. They looked like female generals.

The eleventh princess is surrounded by books and her eyes are as gentle as water. She is a rare literary talent. Literary cultivators do not need external objects, every word and word is a weapon.

The Eighteenth Princess and the Twentyth Princess are the disciples of the sect. They are graceful and elegant, and behave dignifiedly. The tokens hanging on their clothes are engraved with the inner disciples, indicating that they have high status in the sect.

The twenty-third princess cannot join the army before she reaches the age of joining the clan, and she is still staying in the palace. He has a round face and is still childish. He is very cute when he peeks at Ye Yong but is afraid of being discovered.

"You young people, please introduce yourselves to each other." Zhou Suren began to enter the topic. After all, he didn't ask his daughters to come here to attend a show, but to make friends with Ye Yong. If they fell in love with each other, it would be even better to have a good relationship. After the previous test, Zhou Suren no longer had any objections to Ye Yong. On the contrary, he felt that the Zhou Dynasty had taken advantage of such a sensible and talented son-in-law.

The first one to speak was the Ninth Princess. She hugged Ye Yong and Qin Shimeng and said in a strong voice: "I have met Ye Shaoxia. My name is Zhou Feiyu. I am at the fifth level of the Golden Core. I am currently serving as a forward staff officer in the Nanling Army. I am good at Lead the team to break through the siege.”

"Zhou Yunqi." Princess Eleven said in a soft voice: "Fourth level of Jindan, a third-grade bachelor of the Holy Academy. His hobby is studying ancient characters and relics. If you find any ancient characters that you can't understand in the future, please come to me."

"Zhou Hongling! Ten layers of crystallization!" Princess Fifteen sounded a bit like she was imitating Princess Ninth, pretending to be mature: "She belongs to the same legion as Sister Ninth, led by a strong cavalry officer, and is good at detecting enemy traces. If you want to know how to identify traces, I can teach you. you."

"Zhou Caiying, a seventh-level crystallizer and an inner disciple of Shang Qian Sect, has admired the reputation of Master Ye and Miss Qin for a long time."

"I am Zhou Baizhu. I am at the sixth level of crystallization. I have joined the Han Qing Sect and am an inner disciple. I am a swordsman. I heard that Master Ye has reached the early stage of the Golden Core Sword Intent. Is it true or not?"

"It can't be true, and it can't be true. Princess Baizhu will have a chance to know in the future." Ye Yong smiled. He wouldn't say that he understood the Nascent Soul Sword Intent through a plug-in.

"Interesting!" Zhou Baizhu looked quite excited. Everyone could guess what she wanted to do, which was to compete with Ye Yong. But before she could say anything, Zhou Suren asked the last twenty-three princesses to say hello.

"My name is Zhou Xiaodie. Well, I am eleven years old. I am on the fifth level of physical training, almost six levels. What I like to eat is..." The twenty-third princess Zhou Xiaodie said softer and quieter. The solution was that she had heard too many rumors about Ye Yong before. How could she not regard Ye Yong as an idol at her age and budding youth? Not to mention that after seeing Ye Yong with her own eyes, she was even more handsome than she had imagined. But wherever she sat, doing nothing, he seemed to be shining and eye-catching. She didn't know where to look, and her heart beat. accelerate.

"Xiaodie doesn't go out much, and she doesn't meet many people. She's a bit shy, don't mind." Zhou Suren patted the head of Zhou Xiaodie, who was sitting next to him.

"Father, I have a heartfelt request." Zhou Baizhu couldn't wait to communicate with Ye Yong using his sword.

"Since you know it's an unkind invitation, don't say anything." Zhou Suren glanced at her. How could there be any reason to fight with the guests when they first arrived?

"But my father..."

"Nothing good but."

"It is rumored that Master Ye is proficient in music. I wonder if Yunqi will be lucky enough to listen to a piece of music?" Zhou Yunqi, as a bachelor, has a high emotional intelligence. She did not blame her sister for being ignorant with Zhou Suren, but changed the subject.

"Does Master Ye know how to play war songs?" Zhou Hongling said: "I want to listen to war songs. Ah, I'm sorry. It doesn't matter if you can't. You can do whatever you are good at."

There were relatively few entertainment activities in ancient times, and gatherings were not like modern times where you could use your mobile phone to relieve boredom, and awkward conversations would only make the atmosphere awkward. Therefore, performing arts became one of the essential activities at ancient gatherings.

Ye Yong looked at Zhou Baizhu, who was a little depressed after being rejected by his father, and said with a smile: "So I do know a war song, and this war song is also related to swords. Since Princess Baizhu wants to discuss swords with Ye, Might as well give it a try.”

"Okay!" Zhou Baizhu suddenly became energetic. She immediately drew her sword and jumped to the center of the hall: "I can do it at any time."

"Then Princess Baizhu, please be careful." Ye Yong took out the Xingyue Ring Flute, turned it flexibly on his fingertips a few times, and then brought it to his lips.

War Spirit Prologue, starting.

As the sonorous and powerful flute sounded, the air next to Ye Yong moved slightly, and soon a skeleton war spirit wearing armor and holding a long sword appeared.

Zhou Baizhu only has six levels of crystallization. Unlike Pseudo Qiongqi, who has the cultivation of golden elixir, nothing will happen to him, so Ye Yong naturally chose to let go.

However, there is no way to release too much water, because this is a third-grade spiritual song, and the war spirit that appears should be at the golden elixir level, but Ye Yong's cultivation limits it.

Under his further restrictions, Zhan Ling reluctantly dropped to the seventh level of crystallized cultivation, a level lower than Zhou Baizhu's.

For a genius, a small realm is nothing. Bu Zhou Baizhu did not retreat at all, but took the initiative to greet the flying war spirit.

"Dang!" The two swords intersected with a clear and resounding sound. Zhou Baizhu felt some pain in the tiger's mouth. Unexpectedly, he immediately distanced himself.

The war spirit didn't give him a chance to breathe. He slashed with the long sword. Every blow was extremely powerful and his moves were smooth, like a warrior who had experienced hundreds of battles.

In the past, Zhou Baizhu would have felt that music did not have much effect other than inspiring people, and those who practiced music were weak. But today she saw the use of music to summon war spirits. It was an eye-opener for her. However, she was not a vegetarian. Soon the sword in her hand made a buzzing sound, and the golden elixir initial sword intention burst out. With the sword moves, she directly The fighting spirit was defeated.

Before he could be happy, the fighting spirit regrouped and continued to attack.

After dodging several attacks and counterattacks, Zhou Baizhu began to lose. Zhan Ling knocked her sword away with an upward move. When she was about to assume a victory posture, a figure rushed in from the door of the hall and scattered Zhan Ling with a sword.

The war spirit that he dispersed could not recover again. It was obvious that it had been attacked too powerfully and its original energy had been damaged. Ye Yong's flute sound also stopped abruptly. Because the war spirit disappeared, he would also be affected to a certain extent, similar to backlash. Fortunately, it was not serious, but the air was stuck in my neck and couldn't come out.

"A little trick." The visitor had a cold and handsome face, somewhat similar to Zhou Suren.

"Fan'er, what do you mean?" Zhou Suren's tone was calm, and it was hard to tell whether he was angry or not.

"Father, how could I be left out of the invitation to Ye Tianjiao?" The other party held a sword in one hand and carried it behind his back, showing his full force.

Ye Yong was a little unhappy at being interrupted from playing, but when he saw the other party's face and heard such lines, he immediately became energetic.