After breakfast, Lan Qingyu came to the martial arts arena, where many young generations were cultivating. Lan Qingyu, www.biquge.info pen "Fun" Pavilion, walked to the side of the weapon rack and picked up an iron sword, feeling very light, and sure enough, after being able to cultivate, his strength has become much greater.

Lan Qingyu used to be a martial arts enthusiast in his previous life, and a set of Tai Chi swords and Tai Chi Boxing were superb. He stood with his sword in his hand, slowly mobilizing the divine power in his body, and then slowly waved the iron sword in his hand. Taiji sword takes the thirteen potentials as the core, and expands its sword intent, and its potential is like Taijiquan. The Tai Chi sword is based on the fist and extends to all parts of the body, driving the sword with the body, and the body and sword intent follow each other to form its momentum. He kept swinging his sword, but he couldn't find the feeling that the sword was going with people.

What's missing? I see, what is missing is sword intent. The sword intent is divided into four layers: Agile, Peerless, Infinite and One, and I haven't reached the first layer yet.

"What kind of swordsmanship are you fighting? How do you feel like a? A mocking voice came. Son of Lan Pei, Lan Yun. It seems that if there is a father, there must be a son, and both of them are the same urine. Lan Qingyu complained silently in her heart.

"Create your own swordsmanship." Lan Qingyu said lightly while slowly swinging the iron sword.

"Create your own swordsmanship? Why don't I give your swordsmanship a name, how about calling it a girl's cute sword? Hahaha. ”

"Hahahaha......" The younger generation around them laughed when they heard this.

"Hehe, Brother Qingyu, I heard that you awakened the Shenyuan overnight, and condensed the Renyuan Dan and became a martial artist, it seems that you should be a genius of the heavens. As a brother, he awakened at the age of four, and it was not until he was ten years old that he condensed the Shenyuan Dan. Let me show my brother how powerful your genius-created girl's cute sword is. Although he calls himself a brother, he is only less than a year older than Lan Qingyu. At this time, some young disciples had already gathered around, and everyone wanted to see what level this genius who became a martial artist overnight was.

"Ping!" Lan Yun casually flicked it, and the iron sword in Lan Qingyu's hand was immediately picked up and fell to the ground, making a few crisp metal crashing sounds.

"Hehe, it seems that it is nothing more than that. Boring. You can't even dodge it with a wave of your hand. Lan Yun put away the iron sword in his hand, flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

Actually, Lan Qingyu could easily avoid it just now, but he had just become a martial artist, and he hadn't even cultivated a martial art, so he wasn't sure that he would immediately defeat Lan Yun, who was two realms higher than him, in order to avoid conflicts, so he didn't hide, and did it on purpose. After all, Lan Pei is a god-level martial artist in the Human Yuan Realm, and he has just reached the early stage of the Human Yuan Realm, so it is obviously self-inflicted to cross the two orders to fight him.

After the others slowly dispersed, he picked up the iron sword and began to practice again. In the eyes of outsiders, the girl's cute swordsmanship, which is slow and vulnerable, is slowly entering a special artistic conception with Lan Qingyu. In the entire martial arts arena, there seemed to be no one else. The sword goes with the heart, and the heart reaches the sword. As the sword blade slowly swam, one faint sword qi after another slowly spread, almost imperceptible.

"Look, look at Lan Qingyu's snail swordsmanship."

"Hehe, it's so slow, it's just a snail swordsmanship, look, it's still practiced."

"With my marksmanship, I can knock him out with one shot."

The people next to him kept laughing at Lan Qingyu, and the cold words did not stop, and some people laughed at him for being too slow and full of loopholes. And some people are jealous that he has changed from a frail and sickly ordinary person to a martial artist overnight, after all, among the young generation present, there are still people who are slightly less talented, and there are still people who have not condensed Ren Yuan Dan. At this moment, Lan Qingyu had already entered his own artistic conception, ignoring the gossip of others, after all, he had a mental age of thirty.

The morning's cultivation passed quickly, Lan Qingyu returned to his small courtyard, and when he was just about to meditate and cultivate, a familiar voice remembered:

"Yu'er, are you there?"

"Mother, you're here, I'm here!" Lan Qingyu ran over and opened the door, and saw Qi Fei standing in the courtyard with a smile.

"Your body has just begun to improve, don't be too eager to cultivate, take it step by step." Qi Fei walked over slowly and touched Lan Qingyu's head, "My Yu'er has also grown taller!" ”

"I know, I'll take my time step by step, and when I get stronger, I can protect my mother!" Lan Qingyu raised her head, glanced at this "mother" who cared for her, and said.

After Qi Fei walked into the room, he closed the door, and then took out a ring and put it on the table, which was inlaid with a small blue gem: "Yu'er, look at what this is!" ”

"This is the Star Stone Ring?" Lan Qingyu looked at the ring and asked suspiciously.

"That's right! This ring was worn by your father when he was alive, and my mother felt that now that you can cultivate, it is time to give it to you. Qi Fei stared at the ring and said with infinite tenderness in his eyes.

Lan Qingyu picked up the ring and looked at it carefully, it was no different from an ordinary ring, but the star stone inlaid on it was indeed a sky-high treasure, and such a small star stone was worth at least a thousand taels of gold. This star stone is not an ordinary gemstone, it has its own storage space, and it is said that a star stone the size of a fingernail can hold a large mountain!

"You only need to inject a little divine power, and you can use it, bring it up and try it."

Lan Qingyu picked up the ring and looked at his hand, just enough to put it on his thumb. He injected a trace of divine power into the ring, and he could clearly perceive the space inside. There's a lot of space inside, and there's something inside, apparently from his father's lifetime. As soon as his mind moved, a sword appeared in his hand: the sword was about one and a half meters long, the entire sword body was slender, as thin as a cicada's wings, hollowed out in the middle, the hilt was simple and natural, and the small sword grid connected the sword body to the hilt, which was natural. Tiny runes are hidden above the blade.

"This is your father's saber before his death, and it was jointly created by him and another master, and the sword is called Cicada Wing. My mother wants you to pass on your father's sword, and when you grow up, you will become a great hero who is admired like your father. Qi Fei looked at Lan Qingyu and said proudly.

Lan Qingyu danced lightly a few times, and sure enough, the sword was as its name suggested. It was as light as a feather, and the whole sword was slightly transparent, and it looked like it had no edge.

"Don't look at it as inconspicuous, this is an eighth-order divine weapon!"

Lan Qingyu was slightly shocked in his heart, an eighth-order divine soldier, that is a sky-high treasure! My dad actually uses such a high-grade weapon, could it be that he is a powerhouse in the Shenyuan Realm?