Drive......

On the wide official road, six young generals in armor galloped towards Tianyu City, all of them in good spirits and full of spring breeze.

Although the six of them all have a maturity that does not belong to their age, it can't hide their outstanding demeanor at all!

"It's not easy, there are still three days to go, do you want to say goodbye to your master?"

"No, the master said, unless my casting technique reaches the grandmaster level, don't go to see him!" Tian Buyi's face was slightly heavy, although his cultivation had been promoted during this time, because of the many affairs in the military camp, his casting technique was still stuck half a year ago - an intermediate foundry!

The foundry masters of the Shenwu Continent are mainly divided into four levels: the lowest is the blacksmith, who can only create the most ordinary utensils, and each level is divided into three levels, primary, intermediate and advanced!

After the blacksmith, then there is the division level, which is also divided into junior casters, intermediate levels, and advanced levels! Further up is the grandmaster level, although this is only the third rank, but there are less than ten grandmaster-level foundries in the entire Shenwu Continent! The number of people in the Shenwu Continent is not only hundreds of millions? But less than ten people have reached this realm, which shows the scarcity of foundries! And the more advanced Grand Master Casting Master, it is really a rare water chestnut, there are only two known, for example, Tian Buyi's master is one of them, the Great Grandmaster is intermediate, and the other is a junior level.

It can be said that Tian Buyi's master is now the number one caster in the Shenwu Continent, at least the first known on the surface!

Back in Tianyu City, everyone had already turned back to their residences to deal with some pre-departure matters......

In the Xianyuan Pavilion, Mu Xuechen stood next to a bamboo forest with his hands behind his back, looking at the sparkling lake, his eyes were far away. This is where Zhao Xinrong often practiced.

"Brother Chen, are you going to go on the expedition the day after tomorrow?" On the side, Zhao Xinrong lowered his head and whispered, his tone full of reluctance and worry.

"Well, sister, how is your cultivation?" Zhao Xinrong didn't dare to look at Mu Xuechen, and Mu Xuechen didn't feel a little embarrassed.

Hearing this, Zhao Xinrong's body was shocked, and he was a little excited: "It's already the peak of the Martial Sect." ”

"So fast?" Mu Xuechen looked at her in disbelief. "Let's talk about it, see if your realm is stable. ”

"Good!"

Zhao Xinrong drew his sword out of the sheath, and the Qiushui sword was launched brazenly, and the sword momentum was generated, giving people a sense of autumn wind and endless fantasy.

Mu Xuechen said yes secretly, his body was already leaning back, his toes were on the ground, and he spun and jumped into the air, and at the same time, the long sword was unsheathed, and the sword body was like a light flowing, making a slight sword groan.

Seeing that Mu Xuechen's body was fast, and he was out of his attack range in an instant, the sword in Zhao Xinrong's hand shook, and he chased after Mu Xuechen, such a reaction actually appeared in a girl who had only practiced for half a year, I have to say that Zhao Xinrong's talent is extraordinary.

Mu Xuechen was also a little surprised, he didn't expect Zhao Xinrong's reaction to be so fast, he knew very well how mysterious his body was, and even Zhao Wouji and the others at the same level couldn't determine their exact location, let alone Zhao Xinrong in front of him.

Maybe it's just a coincidence!

Then, in order to confirm the doubts in his heart, Mu Xuechen also pressed his cultivation to the peak of the Martial Sect and began to fight back, but more often than not, he used his body to move left and right, like front and back, but the more he fought, the more frightened he became!

Zhao Xinrong was a little hurried and overwhelmed at the beginning, but he quickly adapted to his own style of play, and every time he played a sword, he could accurately hit the target!

Mu Xuechen, who does not believe in evil, has changed several body methods and several fighting methods, but without exception, Zhao Xinrong can quickly find out the rhythm of the battle, and Mu Xuechen even has an idea that if it is an ordinary martial artist, even if it is a few ranks higher than her, she can win the battle with this ability to control the battle!

After the blow, Mu Xuechen retreated in the air, put his sword into the sheath, looked at Zhao Xinrong in shock, and asked: "Xinrong, why is your combat experience so rich, even no less than me, have you often fought with you recently?"

"Ah, combat experience, except for the last time I cooperated with Pu Tianji to kill Prime Minister Wu Cheng, I rarely fight, and occasionally I will fight with the ghost sister!" Zhao Xinrong also put away the sword and replied blankly.

Mu Xuechen frowned, it felt too incredible, even if she learned from ghosts, but it would not be like this, ghosts would never fight with Zhao Xinrong, because what she learned was assassination, assassination, and she paid attention to killing with one blow, if she was asked to kill Zhao Wou-ki, it would be 100% successful, and she would even be caught, but if it was said that she was far inferior to Zao Wou-ki, at most she was at the same level as Nanmo!

"What's the matter, Brother Chen, is there any problem?" Seeing Mu Xuechen's appearance, Zhao Xinrong asked.

"No, Xinrong, tell me, why did you know the direction of my move when you were just fighting, and even predicted it in advance!" Mu Xuechen asked.

"I just knew, I didn't think about anything, I just thought that you would fight like that, so I took the corresponding move to crack your move, which is like holding a bowl and chopsticks when eating, an instinct!" Zhao Xinrong was also curious about Mu Xuechen's question, he needed to fight like that, did he need any reason?

This is Zhao Xinrong's loneliness, but all martial artists, those combat experiences are realized from countless battles and killings, no one can be born to fight, can fight! Even if you kill a chicken, you haven't killed it, how do you know where to kill?

But Zhao Xinrong is this exception, he can rely on his instinct to fight without drawing experience from countless battles, and it is even more terrifying than the consciousness of those veterans of the rivers and lakes who are fighting on the scene! Even he is not exempt from vulgarity, and his own combat experience is all learned from countless battles and countless beasts and spirit beasts.

"You say this is completely your instinct, instinct?" Mu Xuechen was very unsure!

"That's right!" Zhao Xinrong nodded, pure and immaculate.

is really speechless, how can there be such a freak in the world, this is born to fight, Mu Xuechen felt a scarlet belly in his heart.

"In this way, Xinrong, in the future, you don't want to cultivate Qiushui Sword Duel, those moves will restrict your fighting consciousness, you have to forget all your moves, specifically look for the opponent's flaws, and cooperate with your instincts, there are no tricks to win! The most important thing is to quickly improve your cultivation, state of mind, and the hidden dangers that other martial artists have, you don't know?" Mu Xuechen cautiously admonished.

(Actually, Zhao Xinrong's combat awareness is not as high as mine, haha, but I don't fight??? ）