There was an empty space all around.

There was nothing but the bright sky above his head and the solid earth under his feet. Even the ubiquitous wind seems to have stopped flowing. There was a dead silence.

Fu Lingpei was carrying the Huoli Sword in his left hand, and his right hand was habitually trying to touch the Nine Rope Whip. Shizun's cold face suddenly flashed in her mind, and she couldn't help but feel cold, and her hand retracted.

If you don't get through guò this time, you will definitely be cut badly. Thinking of the hot water after that, Fu Lingpei's whole body tensed, and his divine sense cautiously looked around, assuming a defensive posture, waiting for the formation to rise.

Yes, the formation.

The inner disciples of Heavenly Sword Peak have always focused on the foundation of sword cultivation, so the first is hard skill, and chopping is the main thing. When the master thinks that you can get through the first step, then the second step comes, boiling the sword.

The so-called boiling sword, where does it start?

The master thinks that when the time is ripe, he will set up a quadrangular sword array, seal all kinds of simulated sword qi, and then drive the apprentice into and release the sword qi to attack. After staying up like this day and night, until the apprentice can cope with it freely and the master approves it, it can be regarded as a good guò.

Day and night in this formation, the apprentices can only fight with swords, and cannot use other means. And the attacking sword qi is often unexpected, and there is no law at all. In the formation, it is necessary to raise the spirit of 120,000 points, not to rest for a long time, and to fight the sword day and night, which is called to boil the sword.

However, if the master is not careful, or is shy in his pocket, this sword array will be gently picked up and put down. After all, the materials for the formation are all rare and expensive.

Chu Lankuo naturally wouldn't be like this.

Although he practiced his sword with a clean sleeve, he was definitely not a stingy person. Under his lavish spend, he has a lot of money to drink and get drunk today, but every year he saves an extra amount of money for setting up a formation, and he will never use it no matter how urgent it is.

Obviously, Chu Lankuo has been gathering momentum for a long time this time, and maybe when he saw that sword in the main hall of the sect, he had already made up his mind. Without saying hello, he took the back collar of the little apprentice and threw it into the sword formation lightly, intending to pass the sword level.

If it weren't for Fu Lingpei's experience, I'm afraid it would still be in the clouds.

Chu Lankuo is also wide-hearted. In his opinion, it makes no difference whether to remind or not. Sword cultivation is all beaten out. The sword cultivation that came out of the wind and rain has its own hard tenacity and solidity. The soft apprentice who came out of the greenhouse, but he Chu Lankuo didn't need it.

Fu Lingpei stood for a while, about to change his posture to rest, but suddenly caught an unusual aura.

Here it comes!

A blue light suddenly came, as fast as lightning, but it had already reached Fu Lingpei in an instant.

At this point, it was too late to dodge, not to mention that she didn't plan to dodge. Fu Lingpei lifted the sword in his hand, and as soon as he made a mistake, he hit it hard. The sword momentum that was still too immature was directly dispersed.

Qingguang still came with a brave spirit.

"Drink-" Fu Lingpei did not back down, and once again raised his sword and rushed forward, banging three times, before all the sword light dissipated, and it escaped into the air and disappeared into invisibility.

Fu Lingpei's hands were slightly numb. She used her spirit in the palm of her hand and adjusted it carefully, so as not to attack the sword qi for a while, but her hand was sluggish and dragged her legs. The Nanming Lihuo Sword that was accidentally issued before was really a stroke of genius, but after that, he could never find that state again.

Or overestimating yourself. Fu Lingpei couldn't help but smile bitterly, but his eyes were shining. The smoothness of these days made her often feel a sense of floating, and only then did she fall to the ground again.

Before she could react, another sword aura struck, but this time it was as clear as a lark, fluctuating.

Fu Lingpei can no longer use the hard-hitting method. Weight against skill, only when you have the upper hand, you can only use it. One force breaks ten, and it can only be formed if the force has an absolute advantage.

Fu Lingpei's waist was swinging, and he stepped up lightly, and drilled through the sword momentum in a posture that was impossible for ordinary people to twist. When the dress flies, the corners of the dress are torn apart and fall to the ground.

However, the sword qi will not disappear automatically if it is not dispersed if it is controlled by someone. Before Fu Lingpei's toes landed, the sword qi struck from a corner again, treacherous.

"Swordsman, it's wrong to retreat, it's wrong to defend, and it's even more wrong to be proud!" A cold voice came from all directions, it was Chu Lankuo.

Yes. Forget the skills in your mind, forget the experience you had, sword cultivation, the only thing to cultivate is the courage to never retreat, the will to never be defeated! Only by constantly moving forward is the right way! Attack against attack, attack instead of defense! Sword cultivation can be heavy, but it must not be cowardly!

Fu Lingpei emptied his mind, and his heart was empty. Only the shadow of the sword lingering in front of him remains.

She stepped forward again, and the fiery sword rose, and a wave of momentum went forward. The sword qi of the Clear Spirit is gone!

And so it was!

So in the following days, Fu Lingpei couldn't rest day and night, even if he was so mentally exhausted that he seemed to be about to fall down if he took a step forward, he still had to deal with the sword qi that attacked from time to time.

The sword aura is endless, and most of this array has been sealed. Chu Lankuo is indeed generous to his apprentices, and such a sword formation is consumed, and no million spirit stones cannot be placed. It can also be seen that Chu Lankuo attaches great importance to Fu Lingpei.

However, it does work amazingly.

Fu Lingpei is progressing at an almost visible rate. However, for more than 20 days, she no longer needed the assistance of her divine sense, as long as the sword qi attacked, she could intuitively judge castration and make an appropriate response.

A ragged dress, in order to avoid interfering with judgment, the long hair was tied in a messy bun, all piled up on the head, but it looked like a bird's nest from a distance, and it was still a failure.

Fu Lingpei naturally didn't know her image at this time, and even if she knew, she didn't have time to take care of it. The sword qi that came one after another, almost uninterrupted, had already left her with no time to care. Her body was extremely tired, except for a pair of eyes, but they were abnormally bright.

Mechanically dispersed the attacking sword qi again, Fu Lingpei wiped the sweat from the corners of her forehead, her feet were trembling, and her hands were numb, and now she was only holding on with one breath. The process of boiling the sword in this life is much stricter than in the previous life, it can be seen that Chu Lankuo has high expectations for her, and there is no trace of water in the whole process, as if he will not let her go if he does not force her into a desperate situation. However, she could feel her reflexes getting quicker and her sword coming out with more agility.

Fu Lingpei, boiled out.

Chu Lankuo looked at the little apprentice who had no image in the formation and smiled slightly. The coldness in the eyes gradually spread, the alienation and arrogance seem to fade away, the warmth is spring, and the flowers are in full bloom.

Watching a piece of jade being polished into a rare treasure in his hands step by step, Chu Lankuo was naturally proud.

Still, a surprise is needed.

Chu Lankuo thought evilly, and the heart of the 10,000-year-old Gujing Wubo seemed to have the intention of playing tricks on the apprentice. He flicked his fingers, and a sword aura burst out, heading towards Fu Lingpei. This time it contains two-tenths of his strength, and it depends on her creation.

Fu Lingpei didn't know that her unscrupulous master was setting up a problem about her, and she was still struggling with the eyelids that were hanging hard.

Not good! A chill ran down his spine.

Fu Lingpei suddenly became agitated and sobered up. A domineering and awe-inspiring sword qi broke through the air, it was the sword qi of the master!

What a big surprise!

Fu Lingpei didn't think much about it, he picked up the Huoli Sword, gathered the spiritual power of his whole body, and the momentum on his body increased steadily, breaking forward with the momentum of nine deaths and no return! She once again entered the previous artistic conception, her heart was extremely calm, her sword was hot, and she attacked with great momentum!

"Bang-" sound! The sword qi is broken!

An extremely strong force burst open, flying sand and rocks.

Fu Lingpei was also overturned by this energy, his spiritual power was exhausted, his body was exhausted, and he finally landed with an ugly dog gnawing.

Half a lifetime of fame is lost.

Fu Lingpei's face turned red, and he just wanted to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead.

It's a pity, but it doesn't work. She forced herself to get up, kept a paralyzed face, and patted the dust off her body, although it was not clean. Keep an eye on the head of the chicken nest and try to maintain a relaxed appearance.

“……”

Puff hahahaha-

A burst of deep laughter burst out, with a faint spiritual power coming out of the distance, like madness. Fu Lingpei couldn't help but be stunned.

Is this the voice of the Master? Isn't it fake?

Sitting in the main hall of the sect in the distance, Mu Tingyun, who was closing his eyes and recuperating, also heard it, and he couldn't help but feel cold all over his body, and shook his head intuitively. This should be, misheard, right? Well, definitely. So he continued to close his eyes and recuperate without moving.

The rest of those who are familiar with Chu Lankuo also have this attitude.

Only Fu Lingpei knows that this is true. Looking at the master who was still full of smiles in his eyes when the formation dispersed, Fu Lingpei only felt that the world was mysterious.

Is there anything more terrifying in this world than an ice cube face but smiling in front of you?

Apparently not.

Fu Lingpei walked messily all the way down the cliff in the wind, his dress was tattered, and the bird's nest was piled up, and almost everyone looked sideways.

When they arrived at the gate of Dedong Mansion, a white shadow rushed with a hurricane, accompanied by a terrible shout; "Master, master, what's wrong with you? Who did this to you? Let Jiaojiao come, Jiaojiao will go for you! ”

“……”

A burst of crows flew by.

Fu Lingpei was speechless. Sure enough, the dog still can't change eating.

Jiaojiao obviously misunderstood, but this misunderstanding made her extremely rippling, and she couldn't wait to replace her. Thanks to Fu Lingpei, he was moved until he heard the last sentence.

She waved her sleeves and dusted off the wolf claws on her body, and entered the cave with a flash.

Jiaojiao was also stunned for a moment, and with a face full of excitement, she followed in.

Wow, Jiaojiao wants to listen to gossip!

Fu Lingpei changed his clothes and was refreshed and planned to catch up on sleep. The spirit is so tired that I can't even use pranayama. But...... There's still a problem to deal with. She looked at the snow wolf around with a headache, and she didn't even have the strength to speak.

I'm sorry, Jiaojiao!

She grabbed her furry paws, and despite the wail like a broken gong, she teleported directly into the Sumeru realm.

It's finally quiet. Fu Lingpei thought about it, and went straight to sleep.

The moon is as cool as water, and the room is quiet.

Fu Lingpei lay quietly, his little face buried in his long black waterfall-like hair, revealing only his sharp chin. Only the pure spiritual fire in the body is still faithfully refining the spiritual root, bringing a slight warmth.

Nothing was said all night.

Fu Lingpei stretched his waist, only then did he think of Jiaojiao, who had been locked up all night, and hurriedly released it.

She pre-gagged her ears.

Sure enough,

Once again, she deeply understood the meaning of the ghost crying wolf.

Jiaojiao ran out in tears, extremely aggrieved, planning to leave this unscrupulous master and go to the warm embrace of his friends. Fu Lingpei is not worried that she will say anything about this Sumeru realm, Jiaojiao's small things are outrageous, but the big things can still be cleared.

didn't care about her, and carried the Huoli sword as usual, planning to go to the back cliff to practice the sword first.

"Hey, stop!"

But apparently someone didn't want her to live in peace, so they squatted at the door.

It's Mu Linglan.

She touched Jiaojiao, who was lying in her arms and weeping, with a look of pity, turned her head to see her, and immediately turned into angry King Kong. The speed with which he changed his face simply made Fu Lingpei breathtaking.

"What, you're here to be a messenger of justice?"

Fu Lingpei crossed his chest, looking at Jiaojiao who was crying poignantly, but he also felt a rare apology. Until she saw a wolf's head burrowing into Mu Linglan's chest.

Mu Linglan didn't realize it, and while caressing the crying snow wolf in her arms in distress, she said hatefully, "Jiaojiao is so gentle and kind, why did you make her cry again?" ”

“……”

Fu Lingpei was speechless for a while.

Gentle and kind? Lustful and lazy is.

"I'm going to fight you!" Mu Linglan put down Jiaojiao and was about to pull out the scimitar, before Fu Lingpei had already returned to its original owner.

However, Jiaojiao saw that the warmth in front of her eyes had been lost, and she cried even more breathlessly. It's hard for a wolf to make such a gesture. The claws pulled the corners of Mu Linglan's clothes and pounced again.

Well done, Jiaojiao!

Seeing this, Fu Lingpei hurriedly slipped away.

"Next!" There was a gust of wind behind him, Fu Lingpei subconsciously reached out to catch it, a storage bag? Or is it the glittering earthy rich style? Why is it so familiar? Let her have a bad premonition.

"Brother Lu asked me to hand it over to you before leaving." Mu Linglan smiled maliciously, "I also said, let you wait for him!" ”

“……”

Really.

Lu Lingpei's scalp was numb, and he put it in his sleeve casually, shook his head and didn't want to think about it anymore, and the light smoke step made it faster.

The back cliff of Tianjian Peak.

Fu Lingpei didn't come early today, and there were already many people practicing swords on the field.

And Chu Lankuo had already stood for a while. A face was tense, and the cold air was even more intense, freezing that a large piece was empty in front of him, and there was no one in front of the sword shadow wall, only the tips of his ears were slightly red.

Could it be that you are ashamed of Meng Lang's laughter yesterday? Fu Lingpei secretly guessed. Looking at it again, it was still as cold as ice, and she couldn't help but veto such an idea.

"I've seen Shizun!"

"Meet ......" Chu Lankuo paused, and then said, "You can enter the sword pool today." ”

There are two treasures in Heavenly Sword Peak, one is the sword pool, and the other is the sword shadow wall.

The sword shadow wall is erected on the back cliff of Tianjian Peak, which is the sword qi left by the sword cultivators of the Tianyuan faction who practice swords all year round, and everyone can understand it.

However, the sword pool is full of sword qi, and the perennial spirit grass in the pool is infiltrated, refining the body with medicinal power while quenching the body with sword qi. Although it is not like a body cultivation, it can greatly enhance the sword cultivation physique.

If you don't go through the level of boiling the sword, the level of the sword pool will not be able to hold on no matter what. Even after the day and night practice of boiling the sword, some monks could not hold on to jump out of the pool after entering the pool for only a moment. In this way, there will not be much gain in kendo cultivation, and it will also be invisibly abandoned.

Chu Lankuo didn't give Fu Lingpei time to breathe, and after the first level of sword polishing, he immediately ordered Fu Lingpei to go to the sword pool to cultivate. Obviously, he has great confidence in Fu Lingpei. He believed that her perseverance would surprise him greatly.

Fu Lingpei took the sword pool order, arched his hand, and did not hesitate, and went directly behind the sword shadow wall.

There is a mechanism behind the Sword Shadow Wall that leads directly to the Sword Pool. As for where the sword pool is really located, it is a secret that only the peak master of the Heavenly Sword Peak knows, and even the head of the sect does not know.

If the Heavenly Sword Peak Peak Master unfortunately falls, then the rest of the Six Peak Peak Masters can only open the highest authority of the sect, obtain the confidential file, and then hand it over to the newly elected Heavenly Sword Peak Peak Lord, and the rest of the people are not qualified to visit.

In the midst of a mechanical buzz, Fu Lingpei arrived.

The space is enclosed, with dark walls as smooth as mirrors and no exits. The white steaming pool in the center occupies an extremely large area, but it is the most conspicuous and unique thing in the entire space.

Sure enough, it was in line with the consistent style of sword cultivation, and there were no furnishings, except for the pool, which was a lonely wall, straight to the point.

The white fog in the pool is thick, and you can vaguely see many people sitting inside.

Fu Lingpei didn't twist either, and stepped forward directly.

As soon as he came to the edge of the pool, a male cultivator jumped out of the ground, holding his legs and screaming, and the hem of his robe was half wet. Obviously, he couldn't stand the sword pool, and as soon as his legs went down, he jumped out.

Fu Lingpei shook his head secretly, this one, I'm afraid it's useless to cultivate the sword. Even in her previous life, she sat upright in the pool, and after a day and night of tempering, she couldn't help but get out of the pool.

There were many male cultivators sitting faintly in the pool, closing their eyes and refining, most of them looked pained and sweated on their foreheads, but none of the female cultivators were there.

Hearing the sound of the newcomer wading in the water, no one was curious, and he cultivated himself. Obviously, the pain in their bodies has left them with no time to take care of it.

However, there are also surprises.

In the deepest part of the pool, a male cultivator did not close his eyes. A pair of extremely bright eyes looked around, eyelashes flickering, and with innocent curiosity, they looked at Fu Lingpei.

He had already immersed most of his body in the pool, only one broad shoulder was exposed, but his expression was calm, as if he did not feel anything.

Fu Lingpei didn't dwell on it.

Most of the places in the sword pond were already occupied, but some shallow corners remained. Still, it's clear she's not going to rest on her laurels.

Fu Lingpei endured the piercing pain and slowly walked deeper.

The reason why the sword pool is so powerful is that this endless sword qi, with the domineering of herbs, tempers the monk's body, and slowly transforms it from the muscle to the inside. In the process of transformation, the pain like a needle pricking ten fingers is endless, and it is constant everywhere.

Such a chronic torture can be endured for a while. If it is too long, it will wear down people's will, and people will be in pain and eager to get rid of it.

Just as Fu Lingpei was slowly moving, another monk jumped out of the sword pool.

This person didn't cried out in pain rudely, but only used his spiritual power to see that Fu Lingpei had already jumped over the shallow water and was going deeper.

Looking at the female cultivator's calm and even enjoyable face in front of him, he couldn't help but be surprised, "Female? ”

A word shook a thousand waves.

The male cultivators who had closed their eyes and forbearance opened their eyes curiously, and the big-eyed monk from before even winked and smiled at her innocently.

Is it really a woman?

It's not that it's unusual for female cultivators to go down to the sword pool, after all, there are still some junior sisters in Heavenly Sword Peak.

The nun in front of her was walking calmly, although the speed was slow, but she really moved towards the deep water. The expression on her face was painless, and Hibiscus's delicate little face could even make people see enjoyment.

It only makes people feel that she is just walking in the ordinary pool water.

Is this still a woman?

The crowd was shocked.