The sky was slightly bright, and the day gradually broke through the shackles of night............

Jiufang Ming read through the ancient books on the bookshelf and some illusion martial arts, and sighed a lot.

One is to marvel at the richness and variety of knowledge in the books, but to sigh that Yan Qitong's family is rich, and the magic martial arts are all bound and placed at will.

Moreover, among these phantom martial arts, many of them are Xuan-level phantom martial arts, and the phantom martial arts that seem extremely precious to outsiders are not preserved in jade slips, and are directly bound into books.

Jiufang Ming saw such a rich and willful rich lady for the first time, showing off her wealth invisibly, which was the most deadly.

You know, it's just an ordinary room.

Jiufang Ming sorted out the books, and still left the room with some reluctance.

Early in the morning is a good time to practice swords.

Jiufang Ming walked down the stairs, the first floor was empty, and Jiufang Ming slowed down so as not to disturb Yan Qitong upstairs.

The mangrove trees around Mu Yanxuan were reflected on the surface of the lake, which was as red as if it had been dyed, and soon, a bell sounded in the distance to indicate that the day had come.

A hint of chill in the early morning penetrated into Jiufang Ming's clothes, and Jiufang Ming couldn't help but shrink his neck.

"Wuwei sword, there are twelve styles. Jiufang Ming recalled what he had learned when he was a child.

Jiufang Geng had taught himself only two sword styles, and Jiufang Ming himself could only master the Shangqing Liuying style in front of him before he truly awakened the phantom dust.

And when cultivating to the realm of phantom warriors, Jiufang Ming relied on his broken memories to comprehend the second type of boundless lumen style.

"But the third type, the eldest brother didn't teach me, how should I be a good ......" Jiufang Ming was a little distressed.

Although there are other phantom martial arts in his storage ring that are related to swords, the swordsmanship is different from other phantom martial arts, and if he cultivates a variety of swordsmanship at the same time, not only will he achieve nothing, but he may also encounter magic obstacles in his swordsmanship comprehension.

The so-called kendo demon barrier is to think that he is invincible in the world and his swordsmanship is unique, but in fact, he may not be able to survive for the rest of his life.

When ordinary phantom cultivators practice swordsmanship, they will first carefully choose a sword technique that suits them, and then make a decision whether to cultivate or not.

Most Phantom Cultivators will first master the swordsmanship they currently have mastered to the Dacheng realm, and then start anew to learn other swordsmanship.

Jiufang Ming deeply understands the importance of swordsmanship, without swordsmanship, in battle, even if he holds a famous sword, he is like an ant in the eyes of those who are proficient in a swordsmanship.

Therefore, he was still very entangled in whether to choose another swordsmanship.

The cultivation of illusion martial arts cannot be delayed, Ming Feizhou may have better sword skills there, Jiufang Ming did think of Ming Feizhou, but the old man Ming Shenlong saw the head and the tail, and even his own apprentice didn't know where he was.

Jiufang pondered, it seems that the cultivation of swordsmanship is going to be delayed, and swordsmanship is the most taboo to practice at will, but a kendo master is often proficient in a variety of swordsmanship.

Looking at the long sword in his hand, Jiufang Ming was a little helpless, there was no third form of Wuwei swordsmanship, and he could only master the first and second forms.

The full name of Wuwei Sword is Jiufang Wuwei Sword, which was created by Jiufang Wuwei and has been passed down to this day.

In this distant Youshang country, it is almost impossible to find the third form of the Wuwei Sword, unless it ......

Jiufang Ming naturally thought of Yan Qitong, and Jiufang Ming still trusted her ability to do things very much.

"Let's take a moment. "Before you know it, Jiufang Ming has repeated the Boundless Lumen Style several times.

"There are also innate ten thousand thousands!" "The Nine Directions Condensed the Illusion Yuan Force, conjured up a flying sword, and repeated the Boundless Lumen Style again.

"Forty flying swords?" Jiufang looked at the flying sword in front of him in a daze.

Relying on his phantom power, he can easily conjure up four flying swords, plus the blessing of the boundless lumen-style clone, a total of forty.

"Come again!" Jiufang Ming snorted.

"Seventy handles!" Nine Directions' eyes bloomed.

The seven body flying swords that were conjured this time were very stable, and Jiufang Ming also clearly felt that he could control these seven flying swords freely.

Coupled with the blessing of the Boundless Lumens, this time it was a total of seventy flying swords.

The Nine Directions withdrew the Phantom Yuan Force, and the seventy flying swords seemed to fall into the surface of the lake and dissipated.

Jiufang Ming sensed that some of the phantom power had been consumed, and suddenly had a bold idea.

"What will be the effect of the Boundless Lumen and the Shangqing Flowing Shadow together?" Jiufang meditated.

However, this idea was rejected by actual actions, and the Boundless Lumens style is only a reinforcement of the Shangqing Liuying style, and the two together will only show the effect of the Boundless Lumens.

With a little disappointment, Jiufang Ming withdrew his Phantom Yuan Force and kicked a stone at his feet into the lake.

The stone fell into the water, causing a circle of ripples, and Jiufang Ming turned around and walked into Mu Yanxuan.

However, what Jiufang Ming didn't notice was that in the center of the ripples, a small fish had its belly facing up, its wound was bleeding, and under the shadow of the mangrove tree's reflection, the blood seemed to merge with the lake water.

Jiufang Ming stepped into the threshold, but when he looked up, he saw an embarrassing scene.

A young girl stood in front of Jiufang Ming, her back to the gate, her shoulders slightly exposed, and her back looming under the cover of the tulle.

Jiufang Ming's face flushed, this Yan Qitong seemed to be a little open, embarrassed and quickly walked up the stairs.

Tuk Tuk ......

There was the sound of footsteps upstairs again, it seemed that someone was going downstairs, Jiufang Ming was puzzled, and turned around to look in the direction of the door.

"Ming Jinmeng?" Jiufang was nervous, but he didn't expect it to be this woman, and his vigilance suddenly increased.

"What, haven't you seen enough?" Ming Jinmeng said coldly, and then sorted out some messy clothes.

The footsteps on the stairs stopped abruptly, and it seemed that the people had reached the downstairs.

"Sister Jinmeng, why are you here?" Yan Qitong first looked at Jiufang Ming, and then ran towards Ming Jinmeng with joy.

"I miss you. Ming Jinmeng saw Yan Qitong and smiled gently.

Jiufang Ming saw the charm of Ming Jinmeng at that moment, and he was a little obsessed.

Fortunately, it was only for a moment, and Jiufang Ming came back to his senses and bowed his head slightly to hide the embarrassment.

"Sister Jinmeng, I'm in the top ten!" Yan Qitong said, taking Ming Jinmeng's hand.

"Don't think I don't know, you, for the sake of Jiufang Ming, take the initiative to admit defeat. Ming Jinmeng looked at Jiufang Ming and said with some displeasure.

Jiufang Ming touched the corner of his nose in embarrassment, and then said coldly: "This is a matter between me and Qitong, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

Ming Jinmeng snorted softly, and then pulled Yan Qitong to the guest room on the second floor, ready to whisper.

Yan Qitong turned around and gave Jiufang Ming a smile, and Jiufang Ming was a little hairy.

Ming Jinmeng's whip, he will have to return it a hundred times sooner or later.

It's just that now, the strength is not good, and he can't be hard-hitting, but he can't be overwhelmed by Ming Jinmeng in terms of momentum.

Jiufang stood indifferently, thinking about how to deal with what happened after Dabi.

To be honest, Jiufang Ming was very eager to find Ming Jinshi and Xiao Hei.

After a while, Ming Jinmeng took Yan Qitong down the stairs.

Jiufang Ming was still pondering how to return to the Min Dynasty, as well as the question of Xiao Hei's belonging.

Yan Qitong and Ming Jinmeng chatted for a while, and Ming Jinmeng indicated that he wanted to stay here permanently and temporarily disturb for a few days.

"It's okay, I'm usually here, and I'm very lonely. Yan Qitong said with a smile.

"So you are lonely and empty, and you have raised a ......," Ming Jinmeng whispered.

Yan Qitong's face was full of shame.

"I still have some things to do, so I won't stop, and you have to hurry up with the recent inner door assessment. Ming Jinmeng admonished.

The two looked at each other and smiled, the sisterhood was deep, how could they be finished in a few words?

Just when Ming Jinmeng was about to step out of the threshold, Jiufang Ming stopped her.

"Wait!"

Ming Jinmeng stopped, but did not look back.

"Is there anything else?" said Ming Jinmeng a little impatiently.

Yan Qitong was silent, there was no way for him to intervene in the grudge between these two people.

"Do you know a girl named Ming Jinshi?" asked Jiufang Ming, looking a little impatient.

"No comment!" Ming Jinmeng left four words and stepped out of the threshold.

"Ming Jin Meng. Jiufang Ming's face was gloomy.

"Sister Jinmeng, she shouldn't know, I just asked her. Yan Qitong explained.

"Are you planning to gang up to deceive me?" Jiufang Ming's face remained unchanged and chuckled.

Yan Qitong was silent.

"Well, after all, the two of us still have a grudge. Jiufang's expression returned to calm.

Thinking about it carefully, his own result was also self-inflicted, and his attitude towards Ming Jinmeng just now was not too good, what he didn't want, don't do it to others, and Jiufang can't complain about others.

"Then you don't have to. Yan Qitong said.

"You don't understand. Jiufang Ming looked at Yan Qitong, shook his head, and said.

Yan Qitong felt a little bitter in her heart, but she didn't overflow with words.

.....................

"What weapons are you majoring in? Jiufang Ming took out the long sword and carefully stroked the carved ornaments on the sword with his hand.

"Fan method. Sensing the change in Jiufang Ming's name for himself, Yan Qitong was a little happy.

Jiufang looked thoughtfully at the fan that Yan Qitong often wore on his waist, and he didn't expect that this ordinary-looking fan was actually a killing weapon.

"What? Do you want to learn? Yan Qitong took out the fan on his waist, and with a "swish", a gorgeous picture scroll on the fan appeared in front of Jiufang's eyes.

"It's ...... Phantom Array?" Jiufang Ming looked at the picture on the fan and realized that there was more to it than just a painting on the fan.

"Definitely. Yan Qitong nodded and handed the fan to Jiufang Ming.

When the fan was handed to Jiufang Ming, the hands of the two inadvertently touched, Yan Qitong quickly withdrew his hand, and Jiufang Ming felt that it was nothing.

There seemed to be spices left on the fan, and the moment Jiufang Ming touched it, he felt a very strong aroma coming to his nose.

"True fragrance...... Jiufang smelled the fragrance on the fan, a little relaxed.

"What are you sniffing? pervert. Yan Qitong took back the fan and said with some displeasure, but in fact blushed, this fan is his personal belonging.

Jiufang Ming's face flushed, and he remembered that the fan was pinned to his waist by Yan Qitong just now, and he instantly understood something.

"Uh...... Do you have any swordsmanship or anything like that......" Jiufang Ming said, and the Ming people didn't say dark words.

"No!" Yan Qitong turned to leave, leaving Jiufang Ming who was still a little dazed in place.

"A woman's heart...... It's really incomprehensible!" Jiufang Ming scratched his head and said helplessly.

............

At dusk, Jiufang Ming woke up from his meditative state.

As the sun set and the night darkened, candles were lit in the nine directions, and the room was shrouded in light.

"Is this ......?" Jiufang Ming put the candle on the head of the bed, only to find that there was an extra jade slip next to the pillow.

The Nine Directions instilled the magic power into the jade slip and found out.

"Nine Directions Wuwei Sword!"

"It's actually the Wuwei Sword, and it's a complete sword technique, a total of twelve styles!" Jiufang Ming looked at Yu Jian excitedly.

"This Yan Qitong really didn't let me ...... Disappointed. The corners of Jiufang's mouth raised slightly, it seems that the relationship with Yan Qitong is necessary to do well, but it is necessary to keep a certain distance.

At this time, Jiufang Ming's worries were swept away, and with a complete Wuwei Sword, Jiufang Ming naturally did not worry that his combat ability could not be improved.

"The third style, the seven-star falling style. ”

Jiufang Ming looked at the third style, full of anticipation.

After all, with one more hole card, the odds of winning the battle between himself and Bu Yuan and Shen Xingjin will only increase.

Yan Qitong outside the door held a candle and left quietly.