Wushuang Sect, Medicine Garden.

The sunset sat alone in the bamboo grove, resting in peace, and the spiritual energy was everywhere.

A majestic aura rose into the sky.

The mountains and rivers were shocked, and the wind and clouds were lost.

Xiyan opened her eyes suddenly, and her golden pupils were as shimmering as the sea.

She looked inward and said in surprise: "My cultivation has actually increased!"

In Wushuang Sect for only ten days, she had already touched the bottleneck of the semi-saint's primary level!

If you stay for another three or five years, you will definitely become the Spiritual Saint!

Semi-saint, after all, is not a spiritual saint!

Under the Spiritual Saint, everything is dust; under the Spiritual Saint, everything is ants!

Martial Arts Hall.

"It's too slow to draw the sword! If you don't attack the enemy at this speed, you will be killed first!"

"Zhanlu is the sword of Rendao, with a sharp edge, not a completely defensive soldier."

"The truly wonderful sword move skill, the moment you draw your sword, you are impatient and have been seen through the intention before you fight, how can you win?"

A shocking figure faced Zhang Lingchuan who was attacking him, and frequently gave advice. Every word was at the critical point.

Teach the elders, all flowers are innocent!

Since Honglian Villa was incorporated into Wushuang Sect, regional autonomy was implemented. Chu Huiye was appointed as the owner of the manor. Baihua Wuxie came to the sect to give instructions and teach.

She has a strong theoretical knowledge and is proficient in various martial arts. With her guidance, Zhang Lingchuan's mastery of "Zhanran Sword Technique" has reached a higher level.

In a remote corner, Yan Ming, a tragic disciple, swept the floor and listened with his ears, secretly recorded Zhang Lingchuan's moves and Baihua Wuxie's comments.

There was a deep hint of passionate desire in the boy's eyes.

He also wanted to become the sect leader's personal disciple, and he also wanted to get guidance from the elders, but the difference between him and these genius disciples was too big!

If you have poor qualifications, this sect will be very laborious to teach you even if you are admitted to it...

Lu Fengyun's words are still in his ears.

This is a thorn, and it is also a whip.

The talent of the earth-class talent is too ordinary in the Wushuang Sect. Only by putting in ten times, a hundred times or even a thousand times more than those geniuses can he barely keep up with them!

Sect Master, one day, Yan Ming will make you look at him with admiration!

I will conquer you with my strength and become your personal disciple!

Yan Ming swears secretly.

Outside the towering mountain, a floating figure stood suddenly.

The eyebrows are like ink paintings, the eyes are like autumn water, the body is dyed with orchid fragrance, and it is indifferent and distant.

A dress of ink purple brocade is fluttering violently in the wind.

The ancestor of the Medicine King Pavilion, it’s never night!

She learned from Jiang Quntian that there was a god who lived in the cave heaven and treasure land and was carrying Tongtian's cultivation level. After she could cure her body's wounds for a hundred years, she left here.

When I looked up at night, I saw the great spiritual energy circling on Fuyao Mountain and the fortune of heaven was rolling.

Before entering the mountains, the spiritual energy has been paved.

After taking a breath of light from Ming Weiye, the qi and blood in his body boiled in an instant, with such a huge amount of energy!

Looking at the autumn eyes, the entire towering mountain range is covered with mist, and it is covered with whiteness.

how so……

She was in the middle of the night, a seventh-grade high-level alchemist, and her mid-stage spiritual emperor, her eyes were like torches, and she could even see through the way of heaven, but she couldn't see through a small mountain!

Unwilling to accept it, not believing it.

Looking at it again, the sea is hazy and the sky is vast!

Outside Fuyao Mountain, feeling the meaning of spying, the thousand-foot candle dragon suddenly opened its eyes, and the dragon energy turned into a shocking energy, rushing straight to the former!

The storm is moving, and space is shaking.

In my heart, I suddenly felt afraid!

A fear that God is coming, but one cannot move, can only be exhausted by God’s punishment!

This energy contains energy that transcends nature. It is neither human nor ghost, and it is the power of creation!

Who can control the power of creation?

The dragon energy attacked, and the secret technique was circulated at night, barely avoided it, but my heart was shocked and getting stronger and stronger.

Under the gate of Wushuang Sect, the angry King of Weihuo clasped his hands cross-legged. Suddenly, he heard abnormal fluctuations at the foot of the mountain, and immediately pushed him away with one palm:

"Who breaks into the mountain? I'm holding my palm!"

The palm print was launched and immediately soared to more than ten feet. The huge phantom of the palm covered the sky and the sun was pressing towards Mingweiye!

The energy of the world-destroying world is like a mountain torrent, gushing violently.

Ming Weiye was shocked and shivered. This attack made her feel more palpitations than the previous dragon energy.

The late stage of the Spirit Queen!

In Wushuang Sect, there are powerful people from the late stage of Ling Queen in charge!

Ming Weiye said loudly: "At Xia Ming Weiye, the ancestor of the Medicine King Pavilion came to visit him because he wanted medicine, not the enemy! Please ask your friends to collect magical powers and allow them to visit!"

Danta, a room.

Lu Fengyun sat upright, looking at a silver sword expressionlessly.

The sword body was clear, the sword light was everywhere, and a clear sword intent quietly emanated.

Half-spirited weapon!

On the side, Qin Kong stood with his head down.

Because of his spare time, the former began to teach him the art of smelting.

Three days of study and successfully forged a sword.

It is already the best for ordinary people to make ordinary sword weapons. Qin Kong's first sword casting was at the level of a half-spirited weapon!

Lu Fengyun looked at the sword carefully and frowned slightly.

A drop of cold sweat instantly dripped from Qin Kong's forehead.

No, Master frowned!

Sure enough, I was still too stupid to satisfy him.

Qin Kong was worried.

Lu Fengyun shook his sleeves and threw the silver sword to the ground. With a clang, his anger was dark, and Qin Kong's legs became weak and he almost wanted to kneel down!

It's over!

Master is angry!

"The material is Thousand Years of Black Silver Iron, the classic is "Casting King Book", the tool is the Yan Emperor Hammer, and the sixth-level magic core is embedded. I give you three days, what are you handing over?"

"The sword body is rough and has insufficient sharpness. The magic core energy is lost by more than half. With your qualifications, can only make a half-spirited weapon? Have you really tried your best?"

"That's bad! Go back and recast!"

Lu Fengyun was angry, and the temperature in the space suddenly dropped.

He knew one truth well: good jade is not afraid of grinding. The more polished it, the more brilliant it becomes, the more brilliant it becomes. Therefore, he taught it strictly and had extremely high requirements for his disciples.

Qin Kong picked up the silver sword, his eyes turned red, and his palms clenched secretly.

Lu Fengyun asked: "Do you think it's too strict?"

The former was frightened and said, "Disciple doesn't dare! As the saying goes, a strict teacher produces a high disciple, and the disciple can understand the master's painstaking efforts. I just lost my composure, but I just blame myself for not satisfying you."

"Well, go recast, this time, you should do a good job."

"Yes, my disciple will leave."

Qin Kongxin went down in fear.

Lu Fengyun was about to get up and leave, but suddenly felt an abnormal fluctuation. The request from Ming Weiye came.

He brought up the 3D map of Fuyao Mountain.

A figure of ink purple sent him a request to enter and exit the sect under the palm of Lielie Buddha.

The ancestor of the Medicine King Pavilion, it’s not too late?

Is this person the person Yang Haihao said to be severely injured?

When we meet by chance, the visitor is a guest, and the stars are still in the Medicine King Pavilion. For the sake of the disciple, we will meet.

Outside Fuyao Mountain, the Xiongheng palm print suddenly dissipated, and a faint voice came from the void: "The Wushuang Sect sees the top of Fuyao Mountain."

Is this the voice of Wushuang Sect Master?

So young?!

Ming Weiye was a little surprised.
Chapter completed!