A crocodile nearly ten meters long, floating slowly in the water, a little baby who was only six or seven years old, lying on a log larger than him, with an arm-sized plank, slowly paddled towards the center of the lake.

The crocodile's sense was sharp, and it quickly opened its eyes, turned its huge head, and floated slowly towards the boy.

The giant crocodile looked at the boy coldly, his teeth opened and closed slightly, it looked very infiltrating, the crocodile seemed to be ready for a big meal, but such a small teenager didn't seem to be enough to stuff his teeth, but it didn't want to let go of the prey in front of him, as the saying goes, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is meat, it turned its head and kept approaching the boy on the log.

When the giant crocodile was less than a meter away from the boy, the giant crocodile took the lead, it opened its bloody mouth, and bit at the boy, to be honest, if it bit firmly, it could easily swallow the boy, and the bones couldn't spit out a few bones.

Just as the giant crocodile opened his mouth, the young man showed a sly smile, and he actually took out a huge cobblestone out of nowhere and stuffed it directly into the giant crocodile's mouth.

The giant crocodile took a big bite of the blood, only to find that the taste was not quite right, and then found that his mouth was tightly stuck by the huge stone.

The giant crocodile angrily wanted to spit out the stone, but the stone happened to be stuck in its tooth socket, and there was no way to spit it out for a while.

The boy didn't bother with him at all, but stepped directly on its head, jumped onto the stone in the center of the lake, and began to concentrate on the black sword stuck in the center of the stone.

I'm back again.

This young man was naturally Lu Xianjue two years ago, and it took him as long as a year to barely reach this stone, but it took a whole year before he could pull out this strange sword.

Lu Xianjue was secretly depressed, although he was only seven years old, but in the past two years, he has been following the old fisherman everywhere to catch fish and shrimp, what they caught is not ordinary fish and shrimp, they are all animals that have stepped into spirit beasts or demon beasts, and their strength has long been extraordinary, but they still can't move a single inch of this sword.

The giant crocodile quickly bit the boulder and spat out the gravel chips, but did not dare to approach the stone, but hid to the side, swimming around the stone, as if afraid of the sword, and when he saw that he could not eat the meat, he left in a boring manner.

Lu Xianjue touched his chin and took out a beautiful pocket from his waist, this pocket was thrown to him by the old fisherman, it can hold a lot of things, according to him, this pocket is called the Qiankun bag, the old fisherman said that he picked it up on the ground, so that Lu Xianjue was envious, but now this Qiankun bag is already his, and the Qiankun bag that the old fisherman gave him is obviously very high-end, and even a mountain can be fitted.

Lu Xianjue kept taking out all kinds of tools, stones, and wooden sticks from the bag, looking sophisticated, as if such things were already commonplace for him, he carried out all kinds of attacks on the long sword, and sometimes wanted to pry the long sword out of the stone, but no matter how Lu Xian Jue attacked, the long sword itself would not move a bit.

He was very depressed, this sword seemed to be inserted there naturally, as if it was integrated with heaven and earth, after two whole years there was no change in the slightest, he was thinking about countermeasures, this question made him frown deeply, pondering and meditating.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, he jumped into the water, took a deep breath, and then sank, the lake was not very deep, about three meters, he quickly stepped on the bottom of the river, found the place where the stone was rooted, and then hugged the stone, as if he wanted to pick up the stone directly.

The stone is very large, and it is not proportional to Lu Xianjue's young body at all, but the strength of Lu Xianjue's physical body is not at the same level as his current realm, the old fisherman does not know how to cultivate at all, and Ya Lao, that is, the man in black, did not teach him any cultivation methods at all, just let him figure it out by himself, but according to what he said, the physical strength of the first few realms of spiritual cultivation is the most important, so he follows the old fisherman all day long, digging birds and eggs, dealing with all kinds of strange spirit beasts without rank, constantly and frantically exercising his body, and looking for various elixirs in this demon abyss, and these elixirs have also successfully helped him shape a powerful bodyAccording to what the old fisherman said, his physical strength has far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators, and it is not a problem to move a few thousand catties of things.

Lu Xianjue himself is also very confident, he slowly stabilized his footing in the mud, then put his hands into the boulder, and began to try to exert force, the stone first slowly shook a little, Lu Xianjue slammed it again, the stone actually really left the bottom of the river, he increased his strength again, and directly threw the whole stone out of the water and threw it on the riverbank.

"Haha, senior, I got the sword out"

Lu Xianjue floated up from the water, laughed loudly, and said to the man in black lying on the stone.

"Get out. ”

The man's concise words made Lu Xianjue blush a little, as if it was indeed not a sword drawn, at this time, the crocodile was not pressed by the sword, and swam towards Lu Xianjue again.

I don't know whether to live or die, the moment the giant crocodile opened its bloody mouth, Lu Xianjue took out a bamboo sword, passed directly through the tongue of the giant crocodile, and nailed it to the jaw of the giant crocodile.

The giant crocodile rolled in pain, Lu Xianjue tied a rope to the bamboo sword, then swam to the shore, and began to pull the rope hard, the giant crocodile wanted to struggle, but the position of the bamboo sword insertion was very exquisite, it couldn't spit out at all and bit constantly, he was not an opponent than strength, he could only roll and try to break free, and then everything was in vain, Lu Xianjue only took a few minutes to pull the giant crocodile ashore, and then a sword stabbed into the giant crocodile Tianling Gai, resulting in its life.

Dinner has arrived.

Lu Xianjue clapped his hands, threw the giant crocodile corpse aside, and didn't care about it anymore, but focused on the sword and continued to try to get the sword out of the stone.

He took out a hard stone and smashed the stone with the sword in it little by little, and the black sword fell to the ground, and then returned to a state of immobility.

Lu Xianjue seemed to see a little hope, reached out and grabbed the sword, trying to pick it up, but the sword seemed to be fixed there, still not moving.

"I*"

Lu Xianjue couldn't help but want to burst into foul mouth, he turned his head and took out a piece of cloth and wrapped the hilt of the sword, wanting to isolate the breath, but he still couldn't hold the sword.

This sword is obviously not so easy to pick up, and there is some kind of rule in it, unless Lu Xianjue lifts up the river bank, but there is no point in doing so, it still doesn't count as picking up the sword.

"Little baby, look at me, what do you look like when you're fishing? ”

The old fisherman said leisurely beside him.

Lu Xianjue was a little speechless, what can you look like when you are old fishing, a fisherman.

Lu Xianjue was a little speechless in his heart, he looked at the old fisherman in a daze for a while, and did not find anything abnormal.

No, he looked at the old fisherman again, and fell into deep thought, when the old fisherman fished, he was indeed just fishing, very ordinary, and very casual, but he seemed to be integrated into this world, very natural, as if there was no one sitting there, and as if there should have been such a person fishing there.

Integrate into the world, Lu Xianjue is not a stupid person, he was woken up by the old fisherman's words, and he was a little suspicious that the old fisherman said that he was just an ordinary person.

He couldn't pick up a single sword, but the sword stuck in the stone could be lifted by him, which was obviously not a matter of weight, but of the sword itself.

Taoism is natural, all things are the same, the three thousand worlds are different, the three thousand worlds are the same, integrate into the world, and integrate the world into oneself.

The so-called way of the sword, think about it is nothing more than that, Lu Xianjue seems to have understood, he sat cross-legged next to the sword, quietly to feel everything around him, he closed his eyes, tried to feel everything around him, flowers and plants, trees, and even fish in the water, birds in the sky, a trace of aura began to surround him, constantly absorbed by his body, and then circled and gathered in his body, around the belly dantian.

Spiritual Mist Realm! Control the aura of heaven and earth, gather it in the body, hover in the dantian, run the body, and turn it into your own use.

Lu Xianjue inadvertently touched this realm.

The eyes of the old man in the distance seemed to fluctuate a little, and he was also a little surprised, and nodded slightly.

The comprehension is not bad, he doesn't think there is anything strange about Lu Xianjue touching the Spirit Mist Realm, he is surprised that he has no one to guide him, no one to guide him, and he has actually reached this realm, but this is not too difficult, and it can only be said that the talent is not bad, he turned his head again and continued to lean on the stone and take a nap.

Time quickly turned, and another half a year passed, Lu Xianjue sat there alone for half a year, and his body was also covered with bird feces and dirt, if it weren't for the surrounding aura that had been revolving around him, maybe others would have thought he was dead when they saw it.

At this time, Lu Xianjue had already comprehended the wonder of this realm, he was able to control the aura to run around his body, and his perception ability had also become very powerful, and any movement within a radius of one mile was controlled by him in his heart.

He tried to feel the vitality of the old fisherman, the old fisherman's heartbeat was very slow and low, and his breathing was also with the air flow between heaven and earth, which was completely different from ordinary people, and he didn't pay attention to it, and he didn't even notice it at all, Lu Xianjue secretly admired it in his heart, and he continued to feel the flowing water, even as small as falling flowers, everything in this world has its own spirit and heartbeat, this is the realm.

He tried to feel this sword again, after half a year of meditation, he felt that this sword was not only a sword, but also seemed to have some kind of soul, three months ago he was meditating and inadvertently felt a wisp of tremor coming from this sword, he felt that that moment, was his chance.

His attention was completely on this sword, he waited quietly, time kept advancing, he was not too anxious, finally, when the three-year period was about to arrive, the air was more abnormal and quiet than before, suddenly, this sword trembled slightly, just for a moment, Lu Xianjue's eyes lit up, and he quickly stretched out his right hand and grabbed the sword, but after only grabbing it for a second, the sword sank again, smashing a deep dent on the ground.

He excitedly pulled his hand out of the dirt.

"I finally did it!"