Wen Yiming was holding the seemingly light Ziyan, and was meticulously practicing his sword moves, and unconsciously half an hour passed. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wen Yiming picked up the two sword flowers and stopped, sat cross-legged on the spot, and put Ziyan on his knees.

At the last moment of the practice just now, with the blessing of concentration, he felt the sword intent in his body looming with his sword moves.

At that time, he was in the artistic conception of implementing Pei Yu's killing on the battlefield in his mind. He remembered that Meng Wuregret had said that he was a sharp sword with Shura sword intent.

Shura, take charge of the killing!

Wen Yiming said in his heart, it seems that what he needs is to infuse killing intent when practicing swords, so as to more effectively arouse the latent sword intent in his body.

But he understood that if he really wanted to achieve something in killing intent and completely fuse Shura's sword intent, he had to go deep into the battlefield to fully reach this step.

"It seems that the Shura Sword Body can only be advanced in Northern Xinjiang!" Wen Yiming spat out two words, he had learned that this place in Northern Xinjiang was itself a battlefield full of smoke.

Wen Yiming closed his eyes and rested for a quarter of an hour, then got up again to practice swordsmanship.

With the cultivation foundation of the king of a hundred soldiers, his cultivation plan is extremely perfect; with the experience of comprehending the gun intent, he is more comfortable with controlling the artistic conception; and the sword intent is in his body, coupled with the gain of concentration and blessing, his comprehension of cultivating swordsmanship has improved by leaps and bounds.

As Wen Yiming stabbed out with a sword, new insights kept emerging in his mind, and he sweated tirelessly, while quickly digesting new realizations in his mind.

In this process, he understood that the first realm of blade equipment is the unity of man and machine, and the first step he needs now is to achieve the unity of man and sword, so that the sword becomes a part of the body, so that it can be like an arm and a finger.

He understood that to achieve this realm, there is no other way to do it, but to temper it a thousand times!

Wen Yiming is now like a toddler, repeating and repeating.

Three thousand tempering, never tired of it, and become a stunt!

He only needs to practice all the basic sword moves to instinct, and then practice makes perfect, skill makes perfect, and essence produces absolute!

At this point, he will give birth to a kaleidoscopic killing move in any of the basic sword moves.

At that time, he will no longer practice sword moves, but will raise swords and give them a life of their own.

And at this point, it is completely natural, and no one can facilitate this step faster than Wen Yiming, because Ziyan, who is a growing artifact, has a connection with him with essence and blood, and all he needs is to grow with Ziyan naturally.

At this moment, Wen Yiming's mood is not enough to describe with ecstasy.

Because no matter what blade Zi Yan's advancement becomes, he will only be closer to him, and the speed at which he will reach the realm of the unity of man and weapon will be unmatched.

Wen Yiming didn't guess wrong, his seemingly clumsy sword dancing at the moment, if Wu Zhong was here, knowing that he had only been practicing for less than two hours, he would definitely be shocked and stunned, and then go crazy.

In the early hours of the morning, Wen Yiming left himself a little time to rest.

At the moment of the junction of Mao Chen, Wen Yiming was awakened by a heavy knock on the door, he knew that it was Dongfang Zhiyu, and after replying, he glanced at the sword bag containing Ziyan, and carried it behind his back with his backhand, although it was a little nondescript, he didn't bother to care, and went straight to the square.

Wen Yiming's arrival caused a burst of cries, and his passionate blind game yesterday had many more fans who were keen on it.

There were only two positions left in the candidate testing area, and Nightdance didn't show up first this time.

It was still three o'clock in the morning, and the six judges and a group of elders walked into the Sage Square, but this time it was not Ye Mingzhen who was the leader, but Wu Zhong pushed Meng Wuregret to walk in the forefront.

Night Dance Frost followed behind the Five Great Hall Masters, which gave Wen Yiming a hint of bad premonition, but he didn't find anything suspicious in his expression.

When Night Dance Frost sat down in the candidate area, she turned her head and nodded at Wen Yiming, smiling kindly.

Nima! Wen Yiming turned his head away, and his heart was creepy, he couldn't understand it.

The appearance of Meng Wuregret made the whole square a sensation, cheering loudly, Wen Yiming couldn't help but sigh secretly, this old man Meng is deeply loved.

After waiting for everyone to sit down, Pu Fan's big hand was slightly raised and pressed, and with only a small movement, the scene suddenly quieted down, as if it had never been noisy.

"Hahaha" Meng Wuregret first burst into a hearty laugh, which made the atmosphere of the scene instantly relaxed, and then said: "Everyone, the old man is very happy today, not only because the Chuangyi Pavilion is thriving, but also because of the birth of the heir of the pavilion master today. ”

Then, Meng Wuregret said some encouraging words, which mobilized the atmosphere, and then smiled at Ye Mingzhen: "Mingzhen, you are still in charge of the overall situation, the old man has long ignored the affairs of the cabinet!"

Ye Mingzhen got up and bowed slightly towards Meng Wuregret, then clenched his fist in his sleeve robe, glanced at the night dance frost not far away, and took a deep breath and stepped out of the judge's seat.

Meng Wuregret's face remained unchanged, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes; the five hall masters were also a little puzzled, they didn't understand why Ye Mingzhen had to step into the middle of the square and stand facing the old pavilion master;

"Old Pavilion Master!" Ye Mingzhen clenched his fists and bowed deeply to Meng without regret.

Meng Wuregret waved his hand and smiled: "If you have something to say, don't be so serious, the old man is just a spectator." ”

Ye Mingzhen straightened his waist, "Old Pavilion Master, Mingzhen requests that the ultimate test be postponed for a month!"

As soon as the words fell, the audience whispered, and the two branches also looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

Meng Wu's smile was still on his face, "Why?"

"Old Pavilion Master, you also know that Shuang'er was seriously injured yesterday, I'm afraid" Ye Mingzhen felt a little struggling to speak under the gaze of Meng Wuzhen.

"Wen Yiming, what do you mean?" Meng Wuxian looked at Wen Yiming kindly.

For a one-month delay, this is something Wen Yiming is absolutely unwilling, even if he does not participate in the final ultimate test, he will leave the Valley of Tribulation.

After a month's delay, he couldn't make it to the north anyway. At this moment, he finally understood what that bad premonition was, and he felt that Ye Mingzhen must have some other trick to delay his granddaughter for a month.

Youmeng has no regrets in the Valley of the Dust Robbery, although Ye Mingzhen will not do anything to hurt him, but there are too many ways to help Night Dance Frost win, he can't afford to wait for a month, and he won't wait.

What's more, he can also see that although Meng Wuregret has the highest status in the Valley of Tribulation, he has no intention of interfering in any matter, and at this point, he has been in a high position for many years, and he believes that he is not mistaken.

"Senior Meng, please forgive the juniors for not agreeing, I'd rather quit and leave the Valley of the Dust Storm immediately!" Wen Yiming didn't hesitate for a moment, got up and said bluntly.

In the Moxiang Shuxuan under the scene, Wen Xiangtong was at a loss, and stomped his feet again and again, and Yuteng Xiang comforted: "Xiangtong, don't panic, with the old pavilion master, there will be no messing up the rules." ”

Dongfang Zhiyu shook her head and said: "Night Dance Frost dares to make this scene, it must be prepared, but I'm afraid it won't be so simple." ”

The fifth autumn girl is much more indifferent, for her, it is not her pursuit to inherit the pavilion master or something. She can come here completely because of the mentality of communication and learning.

However, she was still slightly worried about Wen Yiming's situation, she knew Wen Yiming's character too well.

Meng Wuregret nodded with a slight smile, and he saw Night Dance Frost walk out.

Night Dance Frost walked to the middle of the field and saluted Meng Wuxian and said, "Great Ancestor, Wushuang can not ask for a postponement, but I ask to face off with Wen Yiming in the same field of restrictions. ”

Then he turned his head, glanced at Wen Yiming coldly, and said, "It's like he challenged me yesterday." ”

Meng Wuregret put away his smile and looked at Ye Mingzhen and said, "Is it okay like this?"

Ye Mingzhen pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said, "Old Pavilion Master, Shuang'er she wants to enable 'Loneliness'"

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