Lu Chen didn't know that the senior management of Qingyun Sect had set his way of retreat against him with a strong spiritual sense. He even checked his body while he was in a coma and came to an end, which was still qualified for the Five Spirit Roots.

When he woke up, it was the fifth day!

"The fifth level of Qi training?"

Sensing the changes in his body, Lu Chen was delighted. Since the Shitai assessment had made some breakthroughs, he was about to enter the stage of concentration, so that he could use his spiritual energy.

The realm of Qi training, but laying the foundation, is not considered entering the great way. Only the period of concentration can be considered entering the door.

Not long after, a few figures rushed in outside the house. It was Fang Yu and others. Then Lu Chen learned from him that he had also entered the inner door.

"Which sloppy leader is trying to get some trouble?" Lu Chenxin was confused.

Fang Yu and the others were very excited, especially Zhang Dagen, with the mouth foam flying everywhere, and Lu Chen's face was full of splattering. The few of them left in the evening when they were talking. Lu Chen was alone in the house. He thought about it and immediately thought of Tang Zhen.

"The entire Qingyun Sect poses the greatest threat to me, this person is the one!" Lu Chen looked solemn. After all, the two of them had too much difference in cultivation. Once an accident occurred, they had no chance to resist.

As for the three-point magical consciousness sword control technique and spiritual talisman, this may be invincible for the Qi training realm, but Lu Chen is very confident about the concentration above the first level.

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes and looked inside his body, and saw that the black cocoon was still circling and exuding a strange aura.

"The little black fish has not yet broken out of its cocoon, so we must practice while we are in time!"

He quickly swallowed the Spirit Gathering Pill and the Spirit Root Pill, and started to fight against time. In his body, without the black fish competing for spiritual energy, his cultivation began to slowly advance.

.....

Sword cultivation has been struggling in the early stages, and only after understanding one's own sword intent can one become truly powerful and even fight over several levels.

Just like Qingyun Sect, although his foundation is weak, he can match the four major sects with the strength of the fourth elder. Unfortunately, his sword cultivation is difficult to practice in the early stage, which also leads to few disciples of Qingyun Sect. Some disciples who have practiced for a long time have limited patience and have turned to other sects.

For example, Dharma practice!

The monks who rely on magic weapons and magic to dominate the world will be extremely powerful as long as they improve their cultivation level.

After Lu Chen and his friends entered the inner sect, the benefits were greatly improved, so there was no need to worry about pills every month, and the library in the door was also open at will.

Lu Chen was half lured and half-killed by Elder Chen Tian, ​​and finally settled in a small courtyard next to the weapon refining hall.

However, after stabilizing, Lu Chen had to plan for the future.

He felt that the little black fish was about to wake up, and a pill was not enough at that time, and the pool of spiritual herbs was consumed, so he had to find a new way to make money.

Of course, he was also looking forward to it. After breaking out of the cocoon, the little black fish turned into a dragon. At that time, it was awesome. It flipped around in the air and soared in the nine states. When he saw injustice on the road, he pulled out his dragon's claws to help.

With expectations, Lu Chen's life became regular. In the morning, he happily recognized the materials with Chen Tianxue, practiced the Sword of the World in the afternoon, and practiced until dawn in the evening.

On this day, the head of the sect, Sima Kong, came to the weapon refining hall, but his face turned pale and he was extremely dissatisfied. He saw that the little ghost was learning weapon refining happily. As for the swordsmanship, he had already been thrown out of the sky.

"We are sword cultivators!"

Sima Kong glared at Chen Tian complainingly. Lu Chen, the disciple, has not yet had the time to concentrate and his future path has not been decided. How could he give up practicing swordsmanship?

Chen Tian blew his beard and ran away without a trace.

There were two left in the yard, and Sima Kong once again reminded: "We are sword cultivators!"

Lu Chen was still browsing the jade slip. When he heard this, he nodded absent-mindedly, still paying attention to various materials. Obviously, it is not important to not practice swords or swords, but refining weapons is a promising profession.

Helping people refine weapons, they can collect spirit stones. If they have spirit stones, they can buy magic weapons. If they change their spirit armor, they will use magic weapons to kill them. Moreover, they will raise a fish in their stomachs, so spirit stones are indispensable.

Seeing the boy responding with a smile without laughing, Sima Kong was secretly angry. The boy raised his butt, farted or shit. He knew very well that the typical countryman thoughts were practical.

How can I continue like this? It’s a mess!

Sima Kong touched his beard and pondered for a moment, saying, "Your cultivation is not enough to be in the concentration stage. I have 365 basic sword skills. You have to practice it for me, otherwise... I will tell Chen Tian not to teach you how to refine weapons."

"What?"

Lu Chen threw the jade slip and stood up, his face full of anxiety.

"Hmph, that's it!" Sima Kong looked serious, but he felt a little satisfied. If he didn't fight for three days, he would lift the tiles in the room. So what? The outer disciples rioted, scraped Zhou Rou with his palms, and sang the stone platform for assessment. So what?

No matter how naughty the donkey is, it will have to plow the fields obediently when it falls into my hands.

Lu Chen's eyes twitched. He saw that the sloppy sect's face was serious, but the scoundrel light flashed in his eyes. This made him think that the sect's leader was a local snake and it would not be pleasing to offend him.

"The pride of swordsmanship, disciples dare not forget it. This is certain to practice swords!" Lu Chen said seriously, and then bargained: "Practice one set a day, come to learn to refine weapons in the morning, and practice swords in the afternoon, how about it?"

Sima Kong sneered in his heart. He knew this kind of problem boy very well, was awesome and stubborn, and was not afraid of anyone. He could break the sky without paying attention, so he had to give some sweetness at the same time.

"After, I will be able to pass the assessment in a year. I will beat you up and my ass!"

Lu Chen smiled and said in a big red color: "Sloppy... Master, you can practice swordsmanship, but I want to go home and have a look."

When Sima Kong heard this, he immediately became angry: "Nonsense, you are a cultivator of immortality. You must cut off your mortal roots, otherwise your mind will be unstable and the great way will be achieved!" However, after speaking, he found that the young man glared back. Although he didn't say anything, his stubbornness was revealed.

Sima Kong pondered for a moment and said, "You have not had the concentration period, so you can't control the sword. I'll go back and see it for you. Where?"

"You?" Lu Chen frowned and said, "Longhu Mountain - Qingshui Town!"

"Longhu Mountain? What a powerful name!" Sima Kong was stunned and said as if: "No wonder I was thinking about the unlucky man who came from poor mountain and bad water, it turned out to be here!"

Lu Chen ignored it. He took out all kinds of pills, strange magic tools, and handed them to Sima Kong: "Miss Zhang has a bad stomach, this Qingling Pill is for him, Uncle Lin has rheumatism, this wind-removing ointment is for him, and this paper crane is for Xiaoyan..."

Sima Kong was stunned. He found that the baby was talking about this matter, and his face was full of excitement. The dimples on the mouth were on the right and there was no one on the left, so he wanted to twist people.

"Come on, mother-in-law, I'll help you with the things, practice swordsmanship well." Sima Kong waved his hand, but his heart warmed up. The baby who had not been fighting for these three days finally looked a little like a normal child.

After putting away the things, Sima Kong left the courtyard carelessly. However, when he recalled the previous scene, he felt a little frustrated. Damn, is this a disciple? This is the uncle!

Since he used some small means to urge his disciples to refine swords, the disciples still bargained. If this matter spread, he was afraid that he would laugh out loud.

"The ancestor is above, not because the disciple is weak, but because the baby must be well-behaved step by step..." Sima Kong comforted himself, but in addition to getting rid of the headache, he also had a kind of love from the bottom of his heart, and for nothing else, his personality and appetite, he urinated to the same pot.

When Sima Kong left, Lu Chen took out a thick stack of books. They were all mortal sword skills, and they were used to lay the foundation. However, after he took out one and read it, he didn't realize how difficult it was.

After picking up the sword and exerting it, everything will be like flowing water and easy to get started.

"The Mortal Sword Skill is a bit simpler. It is far worse than the awesome sword technique of the Sword Intention Pearl. One set a day, it should be a foundation."

Think about it, Lu Chenxin has a plan.

Of course he didn't know that even if Fang Yu and others practiced these mortal sword techniques, they would not be familiar with them for a month.

......Yyjun is so amazing, he can help Yu think of stories!
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