A month later, the Cloud Spirit Realm, Jincheng.

Returning to this place again, seeing the two big words of "Golden City", Zhao Cangxuan had mixed feelings in his heart.

The sword-wielding old man followed behind Zhao Cangxuan, always in a sleepy-eyed state.

After entering Jincheng, Zhao Cangxuan found the original Jinfu according to the memory in his mind.

"Who is coming, report the name!" At the door, two guards with weapons stopped Zhao Cangxuan.

"Please report ......," Zhao Cangxuan said, and suddenly a person walked out of the house.

The man was armed with a sword, dressed in white, with white hair and white beard flying, it was Li Guichen.

"Zhao Cangxuan!" The one-armed old man was overjoyed when he saw Zhao Cangxuan, stepped forward and hugged Zhao Cangxuan with one arm, and said with a smile.

"Senior Li. Zhao Cangxuan also smiled slightly.

"This is ......" The one-armed old man looked at the sword-wielding old man behind Zhao Cangxuan, with some doubts in his eyes.

"This is my master, and it is a coincidence that his surname is Li. Zhao Cangxuan said with a smile.

"I've seen my seniors. The one-armed old man saluted respectfully, but the old man with the sword only nodded, which made Zhao Cangxuan and the one-armed old man very embarrassed.

"Well, my master and his old man are a little cold. Zhao Cangxuan smiled awkwardly and explained.

"Understand, understand. The one-armed old man waved his hand indifferently, then turned around and led the way into the Jin Mansion.

Everything in the Golden Mansion is almost the same as before, and there are no major changes.

When Old Man Jin and Fat Jin heard the news that Zhao Cangxuan had come to the Jin Mansion, they immediately came to greet them.

"I haven't seen him for a long time, and he's getting more and more handsome. Old Man Jin smiled.

The golden fat man stepped forward and hugged Zhao Cangxuan, speechless with excitement, now he has half a foot in the threshold of the king realm, just need to build a spiritual platform, and then step into the king realm.

After a few greetings, the old man Jin and the one-armed old man looked a little ugly, and they wanted to speak.

"I already know about Bai Yi. Zhao Cangxuan took the initiative to say, there was no emotional fluctuation.

"I'm sorry, there's really nothing we can do. Old Man Jin said apologetically.

This kind of thing is not his turn to intervene in a small golden mansion at all, and if he wants to force himself up, he will die if he touches it!

"It's okay, I just came back this time to find a secluded place where I can practice in peace. Zhao Cangxuan said.

He had discussed this issue with the sword-wielding old man before leaving the Wood Spirit Realm, and in the end, Zhao Cangxuan still felt that it was better to return to the Cloud Spirit Realm, after all, there were still some friends he knew here.

The Jin Mansion is now also thriving on the Yunling Continent, and there is gradually a trend of dominance.

Subsequently, Old Man Jin specially arranged a secluded place with mountains and rivers for Zhao Cangxuan, so that Zhao Cangxuan could practice with peace of mind.

Zhao Cangxuan walked alone on the street, looked at the somewhat unfamiliar green building, and walked in.

It's still the familiar bustard, and now the bustard doesn't recognize him anymore.

"Is Li Huakui here?" Zhao Cangxuan asked out loud.

I saw the old bustard looking at Zhao Cangxuan like an idiot, and Zhao Cangxuan was very puzzled in his heart.

"I'm afraid Childe is not from Jincheng, Li Huakui has already left here now. The bustard said.

Then Zhao Cangxuan walked out of the Qinglou with some distraction, and happened to meet the golden fat man and asked him about it.

"When I came back, Li Huakui had already left, but it is said that Li Huakui was picked up by a woman, and the woman's strength was so strong that even Uncle Li and my grandfather could not see her true strength. The fat golden man said.

Then Zhao Cangxuan was relieved, it seems that Li Lingjue's unique physique was discovered and taken away by the strong men of the big sect, so it is better than staying in the Qinglou for the rest of his life to be an Oiran.

During this period of time, Zhao Cangxuan swallowed the purple qi from the east every morning, practiced the aura at noon, practiced the sword with the old man with the sword in the afternoon, and practiced the Taoist scriptures quietly at night, every day was very fulfilling, and Zhao Cangxuan did not dare to slack off at all.

In the bamboo forest, the old man with a sword held a wooden sword for Zhao Cangxuan.

"Sword practice is not able to see the results in a short period of time, it needs to be accumulated year after year, day after day, and most of the sword moves are based on pumping, belting, lifting, gridding, hitting, stabbing, pointing, collapsing, stirring, pressing, splitting, intercepting, washing these thirteen compositions evolved. The old man with the sword said, waving the wooden sword in his hand, like flowing water, incomparably chic and elegant.

"You just need to practice these thirteen postures diligently, and it will be a matter of course. I saw the wooden sword in the old man's hand fly straight out, turn around and return to his hand.

Zhao Cangxuan admired it very much in his heart, and tried it himself, using the aura to wrap the wooden sword, and with a fierce force, the wooden sword flew out of his hand, but he couldn't do it like the old man with the sword, and he couldn't run it freely, and finally the wooden sword folded back stiffly.

"The real swordsmanship is supplemented by the sword as the main aura, and it is the combination of man and sword, sword and god, and god and will. The old man with the sword taught.

"Sword practice is not different from others, the real Mahayana swordsmanship, even if you don't have a body or aura, you can kill. The old man with the sword said this, his footsteps moved slightly, his wrist flicked, and the wooden sword in his hand shot out sharply, piercing dozens of bamboos one after another, nailing to a boulder.

"You will practice 10,000 strokes today, and then practice the other 12 strokes after you have achieved a small success. The sword-wielding old man turned and left.

This made Zhao Cangxuan very angry, saying that he would teach swordsmanship, but he ran away by himself, and let him practice this kind of basic sword move that is useless at all.

Zhao Cangxuan felt like he had been deceived in a trance, but in desperation, he still held the wooden sword and practiced one move at a time.

Time flies, a month has passed, and now Zhao Cangxuan has practiced the thirteen-style basic sword moves, and every move can be practiced hundreds of thousands of times.

The old man with the sword tested Zhao Cangxuan's results over the past few days, and when he saw that Zhao Cangxuan was handy, he nodded.

As Zhao Cangxuan finished his last action and put away the wooden sword, the old man with the sword clapped his hands.

"I didn't expect you to make such progress in a month, that's good, then the next thing is to find some people to recruit for you. The old man with the sword said.

"Hey?" Zhao Cangxuan said suspiciously.

"That's right, you go and find ten sword-wielding people who are in the pure state of mind to fight you, but you can't use the slightest aura. The old man with the sword said.

"Don't use your aura, wouldn't that make me stand and be beaten?" Zhao Cangxuan said puzzled.

"What are you standing and beating, and what is the sword in your hand for?" said the old man with the sword.

Subsequently, Zhao Cangxuan had to follow the instructions of the old man with the sword, and found the golden fat man to go to the golden city to find ten pure mind masters who used swords.

Old Man Jin arranged a test field for Zhao Cangxuan for Zhao Cangxuan's battle.

On the competition platform, the sword-wielding old man said to the ten Qing Mind Realm sword masters in the audience: "As long as you defeat Zhao Cangxuan, you can get a hundred spirit stones!"

After hearing this, the ten Qing Xinjing sword masters in the audience were all very excited, and the golden fat man and the one-armed old man who were watching the battle not far away were slightly stunned after hearing this.

"Then these people may never get those hundred spirit stones. The fat golden man muttered quietly.

Zhao Cangxuan held a wooden sword in his hand and walked towards the old man with the sword, and soon one person competed for the test platform.

The old man with the sword pressed one hand on Zhao Cangxuan's body, Zhao Cangxuan's spiritual pool and spiritual veins were completely blocked, and Zhao Cangxuan was unable to mobilize his own spiritual energy at all, which made his complexion change suddenly.

"Really. Zhao Cangxuan was anxious, and whispered to the old man with the sword.