At this time, Zongtian is like a child who has just begun to learn words, and the first practice is naturally strokes. However, after all, the sword pattern is not a horizontal and vertical thing, so drawing a smooth arc has become a top priority for Zongtian. However, it seems to be just a simple arc, but it is a completely different feeling engraved on the weapon, although that kind of sword pattern is not something that can be achieved overnight, but the difficulty in it is only known to Zongtian himself.

Such a day and night practice made Zongtian feel that his hair was thinning a lot, but fortunately, it was just an illusion, and the results of his efforts were finally placed in front of Zongtian at this time. After two full days, Zongtian finally drew an arc that satisfied Jingtang.

"Well, according to your situation, it took two days to ......" probably heard something from Jing Tang's tone, and the corners of Zongtian's mouth seemed to have some curvature.

"It's really not that fast." I don't know if it's because Zongtian is a little embarrassed, or if he wants to squeeze the potential of the person in front of him again, anyway, at this time, Jingtang said a word that ignores his conscience.

"Yes, yes......" Hearing such an evaluation, Zong Tian felt a little lost at first, but then he was relieved a lot. It's not fast, at least it doesn't mean it's bad, right? I don't know how much better this kind of evaluation is than the previous despair.

"You're barely above average." Now that the lie has been told, Jing Tang has no choice but to awkwardly maintain his careful thoughts, but such words have been misunderstood by Zongtian as a kind of comfort.

"Then let's move on to the next lesson." It seems that he was a little uncomfortable to be looked at by Zongtian's somewhat grateful gaze, and Jingtang didn't let Zongtian take a break, so he planned to continue the practice in the future, but this urgency was exactly what Zongtian wanted.

"The ability of the sword pattern comes from the soul energy, so different types of sword patterns also have different attributes." After entering the teaching, Jingtang also instantly left everything before behind, "And each attribute also has its own basic sword pattern, just like ice, fire, thunder and ......"

"I learn fire." Before Jing Tang finished speaking, Zongtian had already made a decision.

"Earth, metal, wind." However, Jing Tang just continued to say those words, "You must learn these most basic things." ”

I finally knew why Jing Tang's eyes were a little strange, and Zongtian couldn't help but be a little embarrassed at this time.

"But it's okay if you choose one first, we always need an order." After all, he had only blackened his heart once before, and at this time, Jingtang gave Zongtian some steps, but after that, there was only harsh practice.

Since then, Zongtian seems to have disappeared from this mountain city, but fortunately, there are not many people who can find Zongtian. The soul maker naturally knows where Zongtian is, and she also has her own things to be busy with, and the void is still born in Zongtian's qi, but at this time, Yang Linghui City is looking for Zongtian's whereabouts from time to time. But of course, this is not because he is worried about this missing person, the reason is only because of Xiao Jiu's entanglement, and finding Zongtian is the only way to end this status quo as soon as possible.

Ten days is not a long time, but it is not a short time, and when Zongtian appeared under the sun again, the accumulated stale atmosphere finally dissipated from Zongtian's body. first stretched his body well, and then Zongtian was even more exaggerated in this early morning mountain city, running with all his might.

After all, the suffocating time was too long, and even Zongtian himself didn't expect that he could last so long, and the brisk walking at this time just showed how depressing the previous practice was for Zongtian. However, the gratifying thing is also equivalent to Zongtian's effort, not only did he master the basic sword pattern of fire, but the short knife for the air was also completed at this time, and the days of nesting in the weapon shop not only did not make Zongtian's body too rigid, but his speed of running with all his strength at this time was actually a lot faster. Thinking about the soul creation that has rarely appeared, this is probably the result of her efforts, but it must also be due to the fact that Zongtian is enough to dwarf ordinary souls to absorb soul energy.

After venting to his heart's content, Zongtian finally slowed down his pace, and after taking a deep breath, Zongtian also moved towards another difficulty, and that is gift-giving. Simply giving a gift is naturally not a difficult task, but Zongtian's gift is more like an atonement, after all, in order to give this gift, he deliberately broke the empty short knife.

Some apprehensively came to the empty residence, and Zongtian seemed to be thinking a lot along the way. Although he had always felt that it was a bad idea for him to interrupt the short knife, the previous Zongtian felt that he should be like this. However, after his stubbornness has passed, although giving things away is indeed a way to show kindness, it is like a forced gift made by himself, but it is completely a manifestation of causing trouble to others.

Thinking of this, Zong Tian also stood in front of the familiar house with some sincere apologies, and when the door opened, he also saw the old city lord first.

"Oh? I thought you were gone. The surprise on the face of the city lord was also full of sincerity, but it was naturally impossible for Zong Tian to feel offended because of this, after all, he had been closed for so long, and it was natural for people to misunderstand.

"It's just been delayed by something." Learning to forge a sword is not a big deal, and at this time, Zongtian is still in a hurry to do something.

"Is it empty?" So such a question was also hurriedly asked by Zongtian.

"If it's empty......" The castle lord pointed to the empty room, but when Zong Tian wanted to walk over, the castle lord stopped in front of him.

"What's the problem?" Naturally, he didn't understand the reason why the city lord stopped him, could it be because the other party felt that he had something to do with his granddaughter.

"She's not at home."

"Then why do you even point to it?" Speaking of this, Zongtian also pointed to the empty room, but the city lord told him without looking at it,

"It just happened to be in that direction."

Zong Tian left the house in embarrassment without having time to ask anything in detail, but along that direction, Zong Tian easily found the vacancy. The open space here is like a martial arts arena, and Zongtian is wielding something there alone. I just wanted to step forward to apologize, but Zongtian couldn't help but stop at this time, because the figure standing on the martial arts arena was wielding a long sword.

"Heavenly?" Just when Zongtian was a little stunned, Sora noticed him at this time, "You didn't leave." ”

First surprised, then a faint smile, such a gentle-looking person, or the emptiness that the sky knows? Just when Zongtian was puzzled like this, Sora also walked to his side, and the fist that he had been guessing about before also fell on his face.

"What are you doing!" It's really a merciless punch, although he was ready to be beaten before, but after being punched in such a blindfolded state, Zongtian still subconsciously said this sentence.

"It's for my knife." However, at this time, Sora didn't look angry, "Because the weapon was broken, Grandpa gave me his sword, so this punch will be even if we tear it off." ”

Such a rapid change is really only a superficial phenomenon, but such a result can only blame Zongtian for being too simple.

"I thought you were gone." Again, these words are similar, but Zongtian's answer is completely different.

"yes, if it weren't for the fact that I knew what I was doing, I would have thought I was gone." Such a tongue-twisting sentence, of course, is full of unhappiness in the sky, but he seems to be unhappy, can that punch be returned?

"Angry?" Although the empty smile had a bad feeling, Zongtian still took out the short knife he made at this time.

"What is this?" Because it was wrapped, Sora didn't realize what it was for a while, and when she opened it, surprise appeared on her face.

"Isn't this my knife?" Although I have doubts in my heart, I think so, both visually and in terms of feel, but shouldn't that knife be broken?

"What is this?" So such doubts can only be asked to Zongtian,

"That's why I've been gone for so many days."

"It's because of you, but thank you."

Although he was punched, it was enough for Zongtian to get such a result, but some of the attention of bad intentions also appeared in his heart at this time.

"Don't underestimate this dagger." Zongtian's face showed a slightly serious look, "Although it looks very similar to your previous one, it is just because I am trying my best to imitate it, but its essence is completely different." ”

"So, you're really doing that?" Until this time, the sky seemed to be a little disbelieving, and such an attitude seemed to be no wonder to her. After all, Sora doesn't know so much about Zongtian, and this weapon is indeed too similar to the one she used to have.

"After you hear what I've said, you can really do it." Zongtian didn't look angry, at this time he just pointed to the blade of the short knife, "Do you see these patterns?" ”

Looking carefully at the place pointed by Zongtian, Sora really saw some repetitive patterns there, and under observation, the blade was all covered with patterns like fish scales.