Fire Sword!

It was the Huoli Sword that Ding Yi had taken at any cost before, and now it was lying quietly in front of her, the sword light was like water, and the hustle and bustle was gone.

Fu Lingpei was expressionless, quietly looking at the thing in front of him.

Why?

To say that Ding Yi was filmed specifically for her, she didn't believe it. After the goal is achieved, it is quite possible that you don't want to stay around and be an eyesore. If you only offer Buddha to see flowers, it is inevitably too precious. It is also a lot of income to sell it.

In order to repay the previous gift? Pay somebody back in the same coin?

Fu Lingpei thought about it, but he was still puzzled.

Since I can't figure it out, I don't want to.

Thinking of the two bottles of 10,000-year-old stone stalactites he gave away, Fu Lingpei was also relieved. The Divine Consciousness boy carefully checked up and down, and did not find any secret secrets of the Divine Sense, so he was not hypocritical, and directly dripped blood to refine.

A good sword indeed! I was right, this sword was very harmonious with her. Fu Lingpei waved his sleeves, only to feel the fire spirit dancing in the sword, sending and receiving from his heart. However, the sword still has to be unsheathed.

So, Fu Lingpei carried the Huoli sword and went to the master to learn from the scriptures.

"Whew, master, I miss you so much!"

As soon as Fu Lingpei came out of the cave door, a white shadow rushed in front of him. It's about because she's practiced a lot these days, and she's extremely flexible and reflexively dodges it.

When I looked up, it was the snow wolf Jiaojiao. The fur is oily and smooth, snow-white and plump, and it seems that these days are extremely moist. With a hairy face, he wanted to pounce on Fu Lingpei twice.

"Go away!"

The snow wolf was pushed to the ground.

"Senior sister—"

A familiar voice came, and Fu Lingpei reflexively made a whirlwind, dodging the unknown object that pounced, and laughed at himself that his flying kung fu had been perfected.

"Go away!" Delicate and unpleasant.

But I haven't seen him for a few days, why are there more ugly girls around the master. The mood is not bright at all, huh!

"You're just going away!"

Lu Lishu saw that this snow-white fur was not pleasing to the eye, only to feel that it was cheeky and skinless, so the two simply rolled into a pile and tore up.

Taking advantage of the gap that these two were pushing back and forth and could not be surrounded and intercepted, Fu Lingpei quietly carried the sword, and slipped away.

Buckle in.

Chu Lankuo still had a cold face and a cold look, and when he saw the little apprentice, a trace of warmth melted in his eyes.

Before Fu Lingpei could speak, he took a few steps forward, rolled up the sleeves of his robe, and the blue water sword came out, and he took Fu Lingpei directly to the top of the cliff of Tianjian Peak.

Most of the monks of Heavenly Sword Peak live on the top of the peak, and they usually do their own thing. The back cliff of Weitian Sword Peak is particularly steep, favored by many sword cultivators, who practice swords here and have been inherited to this day. There is a sword shadow wall at the back cliff, and those who cultivate the sword are complete, and there are many sword intent sharp breaths overflowing, and there are many depictions on the wall. Therefore, most of the people who usually practice swords are at this back cliff. Everyone is everywhere, there are discussions, and there are also people who figure it out alone.

Chu Lankuo saw Fu Lingpei coming to find her with a fire spirit sword, and knew that she intended to practice swords.

Like a chicken, Tete brought her here. threw it into the crowd, and only said, "Figure it out here!" Then he came to the wall of the sword shadow with his hands in his hands, and became a statue.

Fu Lingpei was so lost, he was still a little ignorant at the beginning, but when he landed naturally, he realized the intention of the master.

Any powerful sword cultivator does not grow up by teaching it by mouth.

Sword cultivation has always been a rough way of fighting with one force to ten meetings, and the sword of sword cultivation is pure and powerful. Before becoming a qualified sword cultivator, it is necessary to learn to chop, chop, chop to the extreme, and cut to the essence before you can proceed to the next step.

In front of the main hall of the sect, her gesture, the master must have seen that she has a certain chopping skill. Otherwise, she will inevitably be allowed to practice more than 10,000 chops alone before coming here, as she did in her previous life.

It's really high-spirited.

Fu Lingpei looked around at the fellow practitioners wearing the white robes of the sect around him, and felt a long-lost relaxation.

All along, the distant future has been biting and spurring her, making her dare not relax for a moment, and making her often depressed. At this time, she suddenly relaxed in the midst of these pure, young and even elderly monks who did not stop for a moment in pursuit of kendo.

If the mind is clear, it is the way.

Her body seemed to be blowing a breeze, soft, inconspicuous, but extremely ironing, hot spiritual power was silent, only feeling that there was something in her body, it was like being opened, making her indescribably relaxed.

The bottleneck in the later stage of foundation building has been broken. As long as the amount of spiritual power accumulation is reached, she will naturally enter the late stage of foundation building. This is a difficult thing for ordinary people, but she only did it under her soothing. Therefore, monks and immortals often have unfathomable opportunities. This kind of opportunity is related to understanding, and it is related to the right time, place, and people, and all kinds of things are unpredictable.

The side is analogy, sword fighting, and the monks who have realized it have not noticed.

Only, the statue in front of the sword shadow wall was found. He pursed his lips and smiled in an extremely rare way, and even if he smiled, the arc was extremely subtle and imperceptible.

This apprentice really received a good harvest. The mind is well understood.

Fu Lingpei grabbed the sword in his hand, pointed the sword forward, sank into the dantian, and said, "Raise the sword!" ”

"Sword up!" A white-clothed monk walked slowly, raised the long sword in his hand, and pointed the sword forward.

The two quickly fought together. No spiritual power, no tricks, just the simplest, split! It's fast, and it's fierce.

The other party did not underestimate Fu Lingpei because he was a woman, and he never gave up a point. In this world of sword cultivation, Jean is the biggest blasphemy against the opponent! Sword cultivation does not distinguish between men and women, only kendo cultivation.

Pair split! Pair split! Pair split!

Fu Lingpei didn't know how long he had been fighting, but he felt hearty. In this way, it only acts on **, throwing away the sword of spiritual power, so that she can abandon a qiē distracting thoughts, and let her move forward! She kept adjusting the direction of the tip of the sword, constantly adjusting the chopping part, this body that had not yet been tempered trembled slightly, but her fighting spirit was extremely high!

The battle between the two did not attract the attention of others. This kind of grinding, on the top of this cliff, has to come hundreds of times a day, and it is not worth paying attention to.

"Bang-"

Fu Lingpei's body is still too immature after all, and when he was cultivating, although he had aura infusion, it was the first time that he used a sword to fight hand-to-hand. The body has reached the limit, the hand has trembled and cannot hold the sword, in the process of an attack, the sword was chopped down, the momentum was suppressed, and he could only admit defeat.

If the two of them completed an ordinary fight, they didn't say much, and turned around to breathe.

Fu Lingpei was already out of breath and sweating on his forehead. A plain pink skirt shirt is also sweaty, wrinkled, sitting on the ground, without any image. The face of the red and pink servant is more vigorous and bright. At this time, she showed her youthful liveliness.

However, most of the sword cultivators who practice swords here focus on their own affairs, do not look away, or cross-legged to understand, or fight against others. Although it has not reached the realm of red and pink skeletons except for swords, it will not care much about a female cultivator sitting on the ground.

Fu Lingpei crossed his legs to breathe, injected spiritual power into the meridians of his body, moistened his body, and relieved the fatigue and soreness of his muscles for a long time.

Fight again!

Fu Lingpei stood up again and fought with the people in the field.

This body is too young, so I can only grind it little by little, to break through the limit, until I slowly adapt to it, until I slowly become stronger!

At any time, he will not lose the long sword in his hand because of external forces, then, this step is boiled out.

Fu Lingpei is not a real little girl after all, she is willing to suffer so much.

Therefore, sword cultivation, in the early stage, was lonely and painful. The real sword cultivation is all the result of thousands of grinds, and once the sword is out, there is no return! However, such a pure sword cultivation, Fu Lingpei has never seen a few.

Master, but he is one. Pity......

She didn't want to think about it anymore, and now, it was time to seize every opportunity to make herself stronger.

She slashed mechanically, pushing her limits little by little, strengthening her endurance little by little.

Chu Lankuo was on the side, also amazed by the tenacity of this child.

However, he is still a child, but he has already shown more perseverance and endurance than adult male cultivators, and in time, it will be extraordinary! He couldn't help but rejoice that he hadn't turned the child away again. If you have understanding and endurance, why can't you do it?

As a result, Fu Lingpei's future days will be extremely regular.

Every morning, I practiced sword splitting and fighting on the top of the cliff for half a day, and then returned to the cave to practice, and occasionally opened the furnace to refine the alchemy. Life is quite comfortable and comfortable.

However, there are also uncomfortable things, and that is:

"Senior sister!" Pounce. Lu Lishu.

"Little junior sister!" One palm. Qin Mian.

"Fight me!" Human-shaped. Mu Linglan.

Fu Lingpei doesn't know why women are so good in this life? Why, surrounded by these unreliable female cultivators? Could it be that her woman's body is covered with a domineering aura, and when the tiger's body is shaken, she will come to the court?

In the daily encirclement, pursuit, interception and battle of wits and courage, Fu Lingpei's dodge kung fu is getting better and better, and his spiritual power is also rising faster and faster.

In other words, Qin Mian is a good person, but he has a hobby, but he makes Fu Lingpei unbearable.

On this day, Qin Mian stood wisely on the top of the cliff, waiting for Fu Lingpei to come back from sword practice again. I plan to let her hide this time, no matter what.

Thinking of the little junior sister wearing the fluffy "rabbit girl costume" with an expressionless face, her blood boiled.

She pestle and pestle, pestle for a long time, but she didn't see the little sister come down. He pulled a monk who was passing by by and asked, "Fu Lingpei is still here?" ”

The man looked at her blankly, "Who is Fu Lingpei?" ”

Qin Mian couldn't help but glance blankly. If you plan to rely on others, you might as well rely on yourself, and go up in person.

only when I got to the top, but I found that the hard and beautiful sister was no longer there.

Walking on the path of Tianjian Peak, I found that countless people were heading towards the main hall of the sect with excitement on their faces.

Qin Mian casually pulled a familiar one in her hand, and only then did she ask clearly, it turned out that this matter was related to her little junior sister.

She also ran to the front of the main hall of the sect without a breach.

I saw that a team of blue-shirted sword cultivators, with a straight posture, led by a Yuanying monk, was talking to the big head of Mu Yunting with a smile, looking happy. The Tianyuan Seven Peaks Peak Masters were also present.

Fu Lingpei also stood behind Chu Lankuo with his head down, with a fairy posture and a obedient appearance.

"What? Propose! ”