In the classroom of the medical training competition.

On every table, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are placed. Yang Xianchang, who was teaching sword cultivation, stood in front with a smile. Every time a medical disciple came in, a blue aura appeared, and Immortal Yang nodded, "Go in." ”

I understood at a glance, just like a high school exam, change the teacher to look at the exam room to avoid suspicion.

After everyone has checked it, they sit at the table in order.

"Don't use your spiritual power indiscriminately, you have the ability to pass this level and use it on the test field. Yang Xian lifted the hem of his clothes, and Shi Shiran sat down in front of the bookcase in front of him.

Anything else is okay, that is, some disciples of wind spiritual power are completely equivalent to having cheating artifacts.

He picked up the pen, and ink gradually appeared on the spread paper. I skimmed through the whole paper, pondered for a moment, licked the ink, and put pen to paper.

It's not that the question won't.

The key point is that the brush is not very good at using it. When she was in junior high school, there was a calligraphy activity at school, and she was able to learn a little about calligraphy, but she was still not used to writing.

The classroom is calm on the surface, but secretly it is turbulent.

Small pieces of paper were torn off, floating on the ground, floating next to a person's desk, as long as you stretched out your hand, you can touch it, two fingers between it and stuffed into the sleeve, quietly find an opportunity to peek at it, you can see the answer written on it.

Answer: The so-called transaction is carried out in secret.

However, there is a kind of fateful friendship, that is, two scumbags, one dares to write, and the other dares to copy.

Zhang Xianchang raised his eyes, this little trick couldn't be hidden at all.

took a sip of tea, tapped the bookcase with his index finger, and said, "Fellow medical practitioners, a new photo bead was inlaid on the classroom last night......

The cheat sheet, which writhed very obscenely on the ground, suddenly stopped, and the headless fly did not dare to fly anymore.

If the photo bead saw it fly to someone, wouldn't it be certain that that person was involved in cheating?

Several teenagers with pens in their hands turned pale, and they couldn't believe that the invigilation was so ruthless!

Too desperate, right??

The piece of paper had to fly to the corner of the classroom, and was silently torn to pieces by the wind ability, hoping to destroy the corpse and not be discovered by the immortal.

Feeling that those spiritual power fluctuations stopped, Zhang Xianchang raised his eyebrows, in fact, the lingering beads were not pretended at all, they were just saying it to scare this group of bear children.

I wrote hard for a long time, and after the last word was put down, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Shaking the paper that had not yet dried, he looked up and saw that several people had already handed in the paper and left, so he also handed in the paper.

There are several subjects of knowledge on the paper, just like a high school student's essay comprehensive, with a lot of knowledge and miscellaneous knowledge, and many questions.

When I got out of the classroom, the floor was covered with sunlight, and when I looked up, it was already the middle of the day.

In the afternoon, I will come to test alchemy and healing.

Outside the classroom, several disciples exchanged heads and ears together, and did not leave immediately.

"I ate that Divine Memory Pill and read the book wildly, and when I took the exam today, I actually remembered a few!" said a disciple of a medical cultivator excitedly.

"It's so amazing, it's a pity I didn't buy it!, so you made it this time??" the other disciple was envious.

"That's hard to say, it's just a few memories, and I don't know a lot of the rest! It must be that time is about to expire, and you can't eat so early next time." ”

I was speechless for a while, even if I didn't eat anything, I wouldn't be able to memorize a few knowledge points when I flipped through the book, right?

Because I came to the game, I was afraid that I would violate the rules with the hairball, so I had to go back at this time and bring some food for the hairball.

On the other side, Luo Bei'an stepped on the thick and dark trunk of the plum tree, jumped in relay, and all the spiritual power of his whole body gathered to his right wrist, and with a wave of his strength, he blocked the full force of the opposite blow.

Seeing that he couldn't hit a single blow, Liu Mingfei drew his sword and turned around, changed his sword move and attacked again, with a longitudinal cloud ladder under his feet, and his body had already appeared in the sky above Luo Bei'an.

It was obviously an ordinary sword, but at this time, it was glowing with a cold light, and the reflected sunlight also became cold to the bone.

Luo Bei'an only defended and did not attack, only his intention was circulating, his eyes looked directly at the tip of the sword, and he only felt that in an instant, his heart was frozen and solidified, and a cold feeling spread from the bottom of his heart in an instant.

"Sword intent?" Luo Bei'an shouted, and then dodged that move with a whirlwind, and a sword was inserted into the ground, a little embarrassed.

If the sword is out of the hand or into the ground, it is a loss.

"Senior brother agreed. Liu Mingfei landed gently, and the sword returned to its sheath.

is indeed a concession, if it weren't for Luo Bei'an not competing seriously, at least he wouldn't have been forced by his sword moves to fight back.

Because at this time, only the two of them were left on the field. Whoever wins this round will be able to qualify for the finals.

Liu Mingfei was on the field for a while, and at this time she couldn't help panting slightly, and went off the field side by side with Luo Bei'an.

There were the most outer disciples watching the sword cultivation, and Merlin's open space was black. Seeing that Liu Mingfei, a person who had just started for a long time, was able to defeat the famous sword cultivator brother Luo Bei'an, he was amazed for a moment, and then the audience cheered.

"Have you cultivated your sword intent?" Luo Bei'an wiped the dust from the tip of the sword, and put his backhand into the scabbard behind his back.

Liu Mingfei nodded, "It's just a few days." ”

For sword cultivation, if the sword intent is cultivated, it is equivalent to stepping out of the mortal product and reaching the Jindan cultivation.

"But the realm is not matched, and I still need to meditate in a few days. ”

Luo Bei'an laughed, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Are you afraid that the realm is not enough if you have pills?

Liu Mingfei was noncommittal.

The matter of sword intent all depends on understanding. Maybe after practicing swords for decades and reaching the pinnacle of mortal products, if you can't understand it, then you can only be mortal for a lifetime.

Kendo is too sinister and too vicious. An accident may be to hurt others and hurt yourself.

Therefore, to understand the way of the sword, it takes incomparable obsession to do it. There are also accidents, but those adventures, after all, are in the minority.

The sword intent realized due to obsession is different. Some are light, some are dark, some are like idle clouds and wild cranes, and some are like bloodthirsty Shura.

He can understand, but it is not accidental.

The moment his family was destroyed, he was already full of obsession.

Both his father and mother died at the hands of the demon cultivator, and when he learned about it, he hurried back home from outside, leaving only a pool of blood and water.

Mother's sword broke.

Father's sword is still there.

His parents are both sword cultivators, but they are casual cultivators, and they have no sect, and they have always been kind to others, but they didn't expect to suffer such bad luck.

My father and mother are gone. Not even a whole corpse remained.

He wiped the blood with his parents' clothes.

Blood-stained garments, and a broken sword, buried a clothed grave.

He didn't really resent that he wasn't at home at the time. Because he was still young and his cultivation was low, his parents were used to pampering him since he was a child, and he never refused to learn swordsmanship well, even if he was at home at the time, this was just an increase in the soul.

He only hated that he hadn't cultivated hard, and that he couldn't kill the enemy.

Picking up his father's sword named Wuzheng, Liu Mingfei was alone, studying everywhere, and after many years, he was finally accepted as an inner disciple by Lingqi Mountain.

If you become a disciple of the inner sect of Lingqi Mountain, it is something that many people dream of. However, for him, this is only the first step.

His father once told him that in the end, there was no dispute in kendo. The way of the sword should only be used to protect the most important things, not to plunder, so this sword is called no dispute.

"In the future, when you grow up and can lift the sword, I will give it to you. ”

But.

Tears fell one by one, and the young Liu Mingfei had only one thought in her heart.

If he can't protect it, he will definitely go back and grab it back with interest.

No matter the cost.