Cheng Tian walked to a small road, the side of the road was overgrown with weeds, and it was unusually desolate. His speed was not fast, and in ten minutes he walked to a wooden house surrounded by a fence. There are some spiritual grasses and flowers next to the wooden house, and it is very useful for Cheng Tian to not cultivate and only look at the records. The spirit grass he cultivated could be used to make incense, and the flowers were used for blending.

"Looks like weeds need to be cleared. ”

He frowned slightly, and walked slowly to the door. Gently pushed the door open, revealing a neat table and bed. The room was unusually plain, there was nothing else. There was a bag and a one-meter-long sword hanging on the wall, and a pot of flowers like flames on the table. This pot of flowers was seen by Cheng Tian on the periphery of the Demon Beast Mountain Range three years ago. Seeing that it was rather peculiar, he took it back to his room.

Cheng Tian entered the room and looked at the bag. The bag has a white shape, is twenty or thirty centimeters long and ten centimeters wide. He gently took the bag down and pulled out a long green stick. However, the shape has a large mouth of two centimeters, and there are six or seven small mouths under the big mouth, which turned out to be a flute, and the back has it: dust and smoke fall rain clouds and blue birds fly in the forest. Every time he looked at the flute, two people flashed in his mind, but it was very vague. But every time, my eyes are red, and there are tears in the corners of my eyes.

After a while, he put the flute back in. He took out the sword on the wall and pumped it lightly, and the bright sword light illuminated the room. Looking at the sword, his heart had inexplicable thoughts.

"It's been a long time since I've used you, man, it's been so hard to wait. ”

He smiled and walked out

"Hehe, do you know, Cheng Yu was slapped in the face just now. ”

"You deserve it, but who hit it. ”

"Guess who. ”

"Who, you say. ”

"Which piece of waste. ”

"Ah, what kind of rubbish. Then he really deserved it, and told him. Don't mess with that guy, that guy can't be vigorous, just swordsmanship. ”

"That's it, you say. ”

"Ah, no"

In a place with stakes and stones, two teenagers whispered. This is the martial arts arena in the clan, and it is the place where confession is practiced. There are quite a lot of people here, just now. Some voices caught the attention of the two.

"What's the matter, so noisy. ”

"Go over and see. ”

The two ran over quickly, and after running for a long time, they saw a lot of people looking at a boy in black. The boy in black was holding a one-meter sword in his right hand, his eyes closed.

"No, it's him. ”

"Is he finally going to start, and what kind of thing is he going to do this time? ”

Some people's eyes were filled with anticipation, surprise and contempt. They watched him closely, and the breeze gently ruffled the boy's hair. This person is Cheng Tian, and the place he went to just now was nothing else, but a martial arts arena.

To everyone's astonishment, he slowly swung his sword forward, and then stabbed horizontally, vertically, and vertically. Then one turned around and slashed hard, and reflexively slashed flat. Slowly, he swung faster and faster. Then everyone watched as the sword was swinging faster and faster, and a set of swordsmanship was swinging like a stream. At this time, Cheng Tian turned around. A sword is slashed at the stake, and the entire stake is split in two, with a neat incision.

"This, such a strong swordsmanship, and it's useless to even have vitality. ”

"Is this still human, no wonder my father told me not to mess with him. ”

There was a pang of fear in everyone's hearts, and their palms trembled.

"It's been a long time, but this feeling still stays in my heart. ”

His eyes opened, and he smiled as he looked at the stake that had split in two. The sword swung a few times in the air and gently retracted its scabbard. Then he ignored the faces of the crowd and left, leaving only a stake that was split in two.

"What you didn't finish just now should be swordsmanship horror. ”

The boy swallowed his saliva just now, his face was extremely surprised, and with his seven-stage vitality, he couldn't split the stake in two so easily.

"Well, go back and tell your father. ”

Everyone left the martial arts arena in an instant, and each went home to tell his family about Cheng Tian's sword practice. And on this night, there was a shocking lot of news in the Fallen Leaf City of the Aoyun Empire where Cheng Tian was located. The news was only a few short sentences, but it alarmed the three major clans in the entire Fallen Leaf Chengli, Cheng Tian's Cheng clan was a big clan in Fallen Leaf City, and it was ranked with the other three major clans.

"Someone. ”

In one hall, a middle-aged man held a long sword in his hand, his brows furrowed.

"Is there something wrong with the patriarch. ”

A lewd-looking man in armor walked in with an axe with a double blade hanging from his back.

"Contact the people of the Luo tribe, there is an emergency. ”

"Yes, Patriarch. ”

The lewd man arched his hand and quickly retreated, while the middle-aged man turned around. Looking at a flag in the hall, the flag has a big grain character.

"What's the matter, Dad. ”

A young man walked in and looked at the middle-aged man with the wrong face.

"Cheng Tian of the Cheng clan has started to practice swords again, and we are going to be in trouble. ”

The middle-aged man's face changed for a moment, and the young man's brows were furrowed, and his hands trembled slightly. He suddenly remembered that a few years ago, there was a Yuan in Fallen Leaf City whose hands were cut off with a sword by a four-year-old boy, and that boy was Cheng Tian.

"Really, Dad. ”

The young man's face was questioning.

"Really"

Confirmed by his father, he was silent. But the next moment, his eyes sharpened. "Father, I will surpass him. After the young man finished speaking, he walked straight out the door, and the middle-aged man behind him suddenly had an ominous feeling in his heart

After a while, Cheng Tian returned to the room. Putting down the sword, he sat upright on the bed, his eyes were slightly closed, and his soul power slowly swam from his brain to the dantian in his abdomen, and he saw that a vague breath was slowly condensing into the form of a ball. Cheng Tian put his hands on his lap and his cultivation began. The aura of the surrounding heaven and earth slowly surged towards his body, and as soon as the aura entered Cheng Tian's body, it immediately became much thinner. After the aura enters the human body, it will become thinner, and the impurities will be relatively increased. And the aura slowly swam towards the dantian, the aura was slowly refined from white to yellow by Cheng Tian, and the yellow ball in Cheng Tian's dantian slowly sucked the refined aura.

After practicing for about ten minutes, he finally felt a special feeling. He originally thought that it would take him a few days to break through, but he didn't expect to feel like a breakthrough after practicing his swordsmanship, and he didn't have any joy or anger in his heart. His heart was unusually calm, and his handprints changed. The left hand put on the right hand and shouted, and the suction of the body suddenly became stronger. There was a "whirring" wind around him, and Cheng Tian's aura at this time slowly strengthened. The prototype of the vitality ball in the body quickly condensed into a complete vitality ball, and the original white aura quickly turned yellow.

After a while, the suction slowly slowed down. And Cheng Tian also opened his eyes at this time and exhaled a breath of yellow air.

"I've finally been promoted to the sixth stage of Yuan Qi, and I should go to find the next Yuan Technique. ”