To be honest, facing someone who may be the strongest in the world, and telling her that the sword technique you created will delay you, this can indeed give people a lot of pressure.

However, Nan Wushu is a little different, she hopes to be able to cultivate Zhang Qing and use it as her opponent in the future, so that she will not be so boring before she becomes an immortal.

Therefore, after getting Zhang Qing's words, she didn't think much about it at all, and said directly: "Since this sword technique will delay you, then you don't want to learn it." ”

"As long as you can get strong as soon as possible, that's enough!"

Nan Wushu suddenly said in a cold voice: "But if I let me know that you just don't want to practice, and you don't have enough strength in the future, I will kill you with my own hands!" ”

There was a terrifying killing intent in his tone.

This killing intent is so genuine, and it is also the true thought of Nan Wushu's heart.

If Zhang Qing has no way to show her worth, then she will not have any merciless thoughts.

Even if it's your own apprentice, you don't need to care if it's useless.

Zhang Qing looked at Nan Wushu with a smile, and then turned to leave.

It's not time yet, you need to take your time.

With the ability of merit talismans, his strength will improve very quickly, and it won't be long before he can truly stand at the top of the human world.

As for whether to ascend to the immortal realm at that time, then it depends on the situation.

Zhang Qing gave up the opportunity in people's eyes - the stunt thousand-yuan sword technique of the invincible Southern Maniac, and returned to the sword training hall of the Luoxia Sword Sect to learn the Luoxia Sword Dictionary that other ordinary disciples were learning.

This is a low-level exercise that many elder disciples are unwilling to touch again, and this kind of behavior makes many people secretly mutter, thinking that he has finally been infected by the madness of the Southern Maniac and has become a madman.

At this moment, there is no one who wants to communicate with him, completely treating him as a ball of air, and they are far away when they see him.

Zhang Qing didn't care about this, he immersed himself in the sword training hall every day, watching other people practice the Luoxia Sword Codex, and he was also muttering about the Luoxia Sword Codex, and then the scenes echoed in his mind, gradually merging and intermingling.

Although he may not be as amazing as Nan Wuyi, Zhang Qing has gradually moved from the most humble person in the lower realm to the current status of the Supreme Immortal Court, and he also has his own strengths and insights.

The world of cultivating immortals is completely incomparable to the Supreme Immortal Court, at most it is only the level of advanced professions, these exercises and swordsmanship are easy for Zhang Qing to master, and then see through the shortcomings and shortcomings.

One after another sword lights flickered in Zhang Qing's mind, and one by one the figures dissipated in front of his eyes, and countless sword techniques continued to collide, merging the most powerful trajectory and power at the moment.

In a year's time, Zhang Qing sat in the sword training hall for a full year, he saw countless beginner disciples working hard there as basic skills, and also saw powerful senior brothers and sisters who came here to explain the swordsmanship to the new beginner disciples, and even saw the elders of the sect and even the head of a faction come over in person to practice their best sword skills.

These have all become Zhang Qing's nourishment, and his body is like a terrifying furnace, putting countless swordsmanship into it, forging a stunning and peerless sword light.

Yes, there is only one sword light, and it is only one sword.

In a year's time, Zhang Qingyun developed a swordsmanship, which seemed to be a bit child's play, and there was a world of difference between him and Nan Wuving.

But if you really think so......

I'm afraid he'll be able to taste the joy of killing with his own hands.

Although it is just a sword, it is Zhang Qing's understanding and summary of swordsmanship over the years.

His body is in the Supreme Immortal Court, and his strength is not an existence that can be compared to this human realm, he can taste it, although he has eliminated all the things of the Supreme Immortal Court, and only raised it with the sword technique of this world, the power of this sword is also very terrifying.

"I want to see how strong this sword really is."

Zhang Qing stroked the three-foot sword peak in his hand, and the cold light flowed wantonly, and the disciples of the surrounding sword training hall couldn't help but tremble.

They were still wondering why the Sword Training Hall had become so cold, and Zhang Qing had already disappeared here, heading to the location of Nan Invincible.

Nan Wushu was meditating cross-legged in a valley, and there was a terrifying aura faintly around him.

It wasn't an ambush, it was just that her mind had invaded the surroundings and formed a realm of absolute nature.

Once anyone stepped into the range of this, they would immediately suffer a terrifying blow from Nan Invincible's awakening.

Zhang Qing stood outside this range, looking at Nan Invincible in the center, he could feel that even if he was her disciple, as long as he dared to step into it, she would definitely not show mercy.

Now it's just Tsukiki, and he is naturally not Nan's invincible opponent.

So he didn't enter with his own strength, but stood outside the range, slowly pulled out the long sword in his hand, his eyes were sharp with a little evil spirit, and he looked straight at Nan Wuving, who was sitting cross-legged.

Nan Wushu didn't feel it, because Zhang Qing's strength was too low, and he didn't look down on his strength at all.

"Master, please appreciate my sword."

Zhang Qing slashed a sword from afar, and a breeze blew.

Nan Wushu seemed to be unaware, and came with the breeze, and it was only a moment when his closed eyes trembled slightly.

After that, everything went on as usual, without the slightest change.

Zhang Qing didn't have a frustrated expression, but showed a smile, didn't speak, inserted the sword into the ground in front of him, turned around and left easily.

His distance did not allow Nan Wushu to make any moves, until Zhang Qing's back disappeared completely, and a figure appeared next to Nan Wuyi.

The figure is tall, but it is obscured by a black mist, and there are no features that can reveal its identity.

"Senior sister, is this Zhang Qing a little too arrogant? If you don't practice swordsmanship, you can go to the sword hall and sit for a year. ”

"I finally came out to see you, and I just cut it casually, and I didn't see anything."

Nan Wushu looked at the figure, and with a flick of his fingers, he saw that the figure was suddenly hit by something, and was directly knocked into the air, disappearing into the surroundings at a very fast speed.

"Why, senior sister!"

The voice narrowed dramatically, and soon it was no longer heard.

Not mentioning the figure's surprised mood, Nan Wushu just looked down at his collar.

Then she let out a maniacal laugh of joy and anticipation, which lasted for a long, long time, until the struck figure returned, invisible and silent, and she closed her eyes again.

A natural breeze blew, and a strand of hair blew from Nan Invincible's collar, flying out of the sky with the breeze.

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