In the secret room, Yu Feifan held a yellow talisman in his finger, which looked very ordinary, but it was a genuine teleportation array talisman.

"Millions of spirit stones!" Yu Feifan shook his head, it seems that when it comes to earning spirit stones, he really needs a certain amount of power.

He had received a message that the Netherworld Temple would summon him to teleport within half a month.

Putting away the teleportation array talisman in his hand, Yu Feifan's eyes flickered, and the magic in his hand moved to close his eyes and contact Jin Shaxian.

At this time, Jin Fuji was completely controlled by Jin Fuji, but it was a corpse puppet itself, and this Jin Fuji was really confident in himself, so he didn't even look at it carefully.

Jin Xuxian, who should have been controlled, suddenly opened his eyes, Mu Ran's expression seemed to move, he glanced at Jin Buji sitting cross-legged outside the room, and a trace of sarcasm flashed in his eyes. Then his figure moved in the direction where Jin Fuji was.

After a while, a miserable scream came from outside the house, and Jin Xuxian's palm pressed on the top of Jin Buji's head, and his eyes flashed with a strange gold.

At this moment, Yu Feifan, who was far away in the Changling Mountain Range, put away the law decision and opened his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and said coldly: "I see, it seems that Yu Linglong is really coming for herself, and she is still a person in the Netherworld Palace." ”

"Is Brother Yu here?"

"Brother Yan, please come in. Yu Feifan made a decisive decision, and the closed stone door suddenly opened.

Yan Baiyu was dressed in white, and his long hair, which was originally a little sloppy, was also tied up again, and with a resolute face, he turned out to be a handsome man.

Yu Feifan brewed two cups of spiritual tea, handed one of them to Yan Baiyu and said, "Brother Yan, please!"

Yan Baiyu and Yu Feifan sat opposite each other, took a sip of the tea in the cup, and nodded: "Tearful lovesickness!" Yan Baiyu's expression was faint, and Yousi seemed to evoke some kind of memory.

"Last time when I was fighting against the demons, Brother Yan once said that my swordsmanship was flawed, and I asked Brother Yan for some advice. Yu Feifan said in his heart.

"I'm here for this matter, to be honest, I'm already planning to close the life and death pass, and this time I'm here to say goodbye to Brother Yu. Yan Baiyu took a sip of tea again, and said with a straight expression: "I said that the swordsmanship techniques practiced by Daoist friends and that flying sword are by no means ordinary. ”

Yu Feifan nodded and did not deny it.

"Brother Yu doesn't have to be surprised, I'm also a sword cultivator. Brother Yu's ability to defeat me is not because your swordsmanship is above me, but because he relies on swordsmanship and swordsmanship. Yan Baiyu was very confident when he said this, and this confidence itself was like a sharp sword, which people couldn't ignore.

"So, why does Brother Yan think it's a real sword cultivator?" Yu Feifan asked.

"Generally speaking, as long as you practice swordsmanship and can communicate with flying swords, you can be considered a sword cultivator, but this kind of sword cultivation is just a surface, and you can't use the sharpness of swordsmanship after all. The second is to be able to condense swordsmanship, once the sword qi is used vertically, it can often suppress the monks of the same level. As a sword cultivator, being able to perform advanced swordsmanship is already a real sword cultivator. Yan Baiyu pondered for a moment and continued, "But if you want to become a true sword cultivator, it is not in swordsmanship at all, but in sword heart!"

"Kenshin?" Yu Feifan said with a shrunken look.

"Yes, Kenshin. Brother Yu must have heard of sword intent. ”

Yu Feifan nodded.

"The so-called sword intent is the natal sword weapon that communicates with oneself and gives the flying sword spirituality. If I'm not wrong, Brother Yu would have been able to communicate with the sword. ”

"Brother Yan is right, I can indeed communicate with the Dripping Sword. ”

"It's nothing, if you can't fully communicate the sword intent, you can't perform advanced swordsmanship. Yan Baiyu had a clear expression.

"But I don't know what this so-called sword heart is?" Yu Feifan continued to ask.

"Condense the sword in the chest, the sword qi bursts out, and it can cut off people's heads for thousands of miles. ”

Yu Feifan's eyebrows moved: "Brother Yan is talking about the sword spirit?"

Yan Baiyu shook his head: "Although condensing the sword spirit can increase the power of the sword weapon, it is still a sword technique after all. And Kenshin is the way of the sword, he is not any kind of swordsmanship, but a kind of will, and transmits this will to the sword weapon in his hand. When the sword senses the will of its owner, it can exert its true power. ”

Yu Feifan's expression became solemn when he heard this, and his eyes flashed with fine light.

Yan Baiyu was right, he had always attached importance to giving full play to the power of the Dripping Sword itself, but he ignored his own influence on the sword.

"The sword itself is indestructible, and only when there is a sword in the heart, the sword in the hand can exert its true power. The stronger and wider the sword in the heart, the sword in the hand can be indestructible. ”

"Sword Heart!" Yu Feifan stood up, since he stepped into the cultivation world, he had always wanted to become stronger, the most direct reason was that he wanted to solve the crisis on his body, and wanted to understand the truth of this side of the world.

"What is your own sword heart?" Yu Feifan couldn't help but ask in his heart.

"Brother Yu, what I want to say is finished, this is my farewell!" Yan Baiyu also stood up and was about to leave as soon as he bowed his hand to Yu Feifan.

"Where is Brother Yan going?" Yu Feifan hurriedly asked.

"If we don't advance to this retreat, I'm afraid we won't have a chance to meet. Yan Baiyu said lightly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"Life and death, is this Brother Yan's sword heart?"

Yan Baiyu turned around and stared at Yu Feifan and said, "Brother Yu, I haven't known you for a long time, but I can feel that you are not an ordinary monk, although you are only a Returning Yuan Realm monk now, I believe that sooner or later your name will resound throughout this world." ”

"Brother Yan has won the award!" Yu Feifan said humbly.

"Haha, Brother Yu doesn't have to be too humble, I hope we still have a day to meet. After speaking, Yan Baiyu walked out.

After Yan Baiyu left, Yu Feifan did not leave, and what Yan Baiyu said made him unable to calm down.

"Sword Heart, what is your own Sword Heart, why do you want to cultivate?" This question has been lingering in Yu Feifan's heart, he is like a wooden sculpture sitting motionless, and the mana in his body does not fluctuate without any fluctuations.

Half a month passed, and Yu Feifan still had no intention of standing up, until the teleportation charm on his body automatically flew out, and he blinked his eyes and came back to his senses.

With one move, the messenger flew into his hand. Yu Feifan's expression finally changed, and his eyes flashed with his usual resoluteness. All these days, he has been worrying about the affairs of the people in Tianshui, which makes his mind unable to settle down.

Now it seems that his belief has been shaken, and the so-called sword heart is his own belief, and only with strong faith can this will be passed on to the long sword in his hand, and only then can he exert his true sword power.

Yu Feifan got up, and with a movement of his spiritual sense, the dripping sword flew out of the storage bag, looking at the dripping sword floating in front of him, Yu Feifan gently held him in his hand.

Controlling magic weapons is generally through spiritual sense, and further is through the use of mana, Dharma seals, and further through the use of divine souls.

In particular, the Divine Soul Weapon can only be used by cultivators who have entered the evil realm.

But after hearing Yan Baiyu's words, Yu Feifan had a new understanding of the sword, and the real way of the sword was not these but the sword heart.

Only by truly transferring one's sword heart into the sword weapon can one be regarded as a true sword cultivator.

Yu Feifan stuck the drip sword in his hand on the stone wall, grabbed it forward with one hand, and the drip sword didn't move at all. Yu Feifan shook his head, it seemed that it was not so easy to pass on his beliefs to the Dripping Sword.

However, he didn't plan to give up, and after taking a few steps forward, Yu Feifan pulled out the dripping sword inserted in the wall, and gently stroked the sword body a few times, and the dripping sword shook gently.

"You are my natal weapon, from today you are me, I am you!" Feeling the vibration on the sword's body, Yu Feifan did not intend to take the dripping sword back into the storage bag.

A mouthful of essence sprayed on the long sword, and the black light condensed on the long sword, instantly turning into a pitch-black scabbard.

"From today onwards, I will use the power of the essence to nourish you until our sword heart is one. Looking at the black scabbard in his hand, Yu Feifan carried it around his waist, not intending to put him in the storage bag.

After doing everything, he took out the messenger again, and after seeing the information on it, he walked out of the secret room.

Jin Evil Immortal didn't leave after killing Jin Buji, and the golden light on his face flashed and turned into Jin Buji's face and sat down again. With Yu Linglong's cultivation, he would soon find out that he was a puppet, but Yu Feifan didn't plan to let Yu Linglong go, at least until he used the teleportation array to fly overseas.