Strength.

A steady stream of power.

Ji Xiaodao felt that the power in his body was constantly emerging, and a huge amount of energy was overflowing from his body.

He looked at his hands in disbelief and muttered, "Is this the power of a late-stage master?"

"Hehe, in fact, as long as you cultivate well with your own strength, you can also become a ground-level master. It's a pity that I don't have much time, so I can only use this way of pulling seedlings to help you grow and forcibly raise your strength. Dao Lang smiled, when all the power in his body was transferred to Ji Xiaodao, his face became extremely pale, and he only felt a sweetness in his throat, and another mouthful of blood spit out.

Vomit!

"Master, why don't you listen to it first?" Seeing that the master vomited blood again, Ji Xiaodao couldn't help but worry.

"No, I still have my sword intent that hasn't been passed on to Brother Chu Hui. The head of Dao Lang's eyes was resolute and serious, and he said: "As a man, as a gentleman, it is difficult to chase a horse after a word! Since I promised to hand over the sword intent to him in front of the public, then I must do it." ”

"But ......" Ji Xiaodao's eyes were full of hesitation, his mood was very complicated at the moment, he was afraid that his master would consume his body like this, and before they could send the Nine Turns Blood Lotus to the Broken Sword Mountain, the master would not be able to hold it anymore.

At this time, Jiang Yafei, who was sitting cross-legged behind the head of Daolang, spoke, and she said: "Don't worry, Ji Xiaodao, there is Lao Niang, a heaven-level master who has entered the Tao with medicine, and said that your master will die in three months, then he will definitely die in three months! The Valley of the Poisonous Miasma is in Guichuan City, and it will only take you a week at most, and your master will not die in just one week." ”

Belch......

Ji Xiaodao was speechless for a while, Jiang Yafei's words could often make their juniors speechless.

But since there is Jiang Yafei's guarantee, then he can rest assured.

"Daolang, what are you still doing in a daze? You don't have the strength to vomit two mouthfuls of blood? You're too wasteful, aren't you? What about the energy to say handsome things just now?" Jiang Yafei urged Daolang to push the head of the sect, and she said: "Hurry up and finish the transmission ceremony, otherwise your body will really not be able to hold on." ”

"Got it, aren't I taking a breath? I just finished passing the gong and I spit out and didn't even drink my saliva? Let me slow down!" Dao Lang turned his head and shouted, he found that as long as he was with Sister Jiang, the two of them would quarrel.

With a little relief, the head of Daolang clasped his hands together, and he said to Chu Hui: "Brother Chu Hui, next I want to pass on the crystals I have learned all my life to you, you must make good use of it." Although you are not practicing sword techniques, my sword intent can make your pace faster, comprehend the heaven-level avenue one day earlier, and even you can integrate my sword intent into your own fist technique, so that your strength can be further improved. ”

Chu Hui bowed his head, and he said, "Head Daolang, I will definitely make good use of the sword intent you gave me." ”

The corners of Daolang's mouth turned up, "I believe in you." ”

Immediately, the head of Dao Lang closed his eyes, and the white sword shadow floating above his head suddenly appeared!

"Drink!" Dao Lang raised his arms, and the white sword phantom that appeared above his head went straight to Chu Hui's heart!

As an ordinary person, he might be frightened when he saw this scene, and he thought that Dao Lang was going to take the opportunity to kill himself, but Chu Hui's face did not show the slightest panic, he completely opened his arms, dropped all his defenses, and let the white knife enter his chest and integrate into his body.

Bang!

When the white sword mangs merged into Chu Hui's body, Chu Hui only felt that the world around him was distorted, and the memories of the various periods of the Daolang Sect emerged from Chu Hui's mind, projecting like a movie in front of his eyes.

At the age of thirteen, he went to the mountain to learn art, and at the age of fifteen he began to practice wooden knives, and at the age of eighteen, he had a steel knife of his own.

In the cultivation of sword techniques, Daolang clearly realized that he was just an ordinary person.

But how many geniuses are there in the world, and how many are ordinary people?

It is precisely because he is just an ordinary person that he should cultivate more diligently.

Xuan-level - the early stage of the Xuan level, the middle stage of the Xuan level, and the late stage of the Xuan level.

Prefecture level - the early stage of the prefecture level, the middle stage of the prefecture level, and the late stage of the prefecture level.

For more than ten years, although his strength has risen slowly, he has finally reached the late stage of the prefecture level and has the qualifications to become the next generation of the head and heir of Broken Knife Mountain.

At this time, Daolang began to be complacent, he began to be proud of his insignificant achievements, thinking that he had finally come out of the ranks, and he had become a master in the late stage of the prefecture, and even gradually became unpopular. At that time, Dao Lang thought that it was only a matter of time before he was promoted to the peak of the earth level, and it was not impossible to break through to become a legendary heaven-level master after a few years.

But Daolang was wrong, he found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through the late stage of the ground level!

One year ...... Two years...... Three-year ......

Three full years have passed, and his skills have only grown a little insignificant, and Daolang collapsed, thinking that he could only stop here.

One day, the collapsed Daolang met a farmer, who was dressed simply, and did not exude any aura on his body, and at first glance he was an ordinary person. After the two talked, the farmer decided to ask Daolang to test the knife technique with him, Daolang was stunned, thinking that the farmer was crazy.

Because the peasant is just an ordinary person, and there is no knife on his body, how can he test the knife technique?

But at the strong request of the peasants, Daolang still agreed.

The two separated for some distance, Daolang made a gesture of drawing his knife, and the peasant also made a gesture of drawing his knife.

Daolang couldn't help laughing at himself in his heart, trying his knife skills with a farmer who didn't have a knife, is he a child?

When Daolang had such an idea, he saw the serious eyes of the peasants.

He, is he serious?

Daolang was touched by the seriousness of the peasants, and the next moment the two of them pulled out their knives at the same time.

Bells.

The sound of steel falling to the ground was heard in Daolang's ears.

His knife was broken.

"How is this possible!" this is Daolang's sigh in his heart when he saw his knife breaking.

"The world is as big as the heart. Daolang, have you ever heard such a sentence?" the peasant smiled innocently, the peasant at the moment was not only like a peasant, but also not like a peasant, "You are both a knife, and a knife is both you." The knife is your world. How big your heart is, how sharp your knife is!"

After hearing what the peasant said, Daolang had an epiphany.

After that, he never used a knife again, and he never paid attention to his realm again.

He took over the class of the head of Broken Knife Mountain and began to teach his disciples to live a normal life every day.

When he came back to his senses, he had already broken through the barrier of the late earth-level stage and stepped into the heaven-level realm in half a step.