After finishing speaking, Ma Ziheng left the sword pool, and counting that there were still ten minutes before the next sword qi tornado, Fang Yu simply put on his glasses and felt it in advance.

It's like watching a 3D movie in a movie theater, and there seems to be an antique picture scroll slowly unfolding in front of you, a handsome young man with a purple flying sword on his feet, swimming above the sea of clouds.

And not far in front of him, there was also a cyan fairy sword, shuttling wantonly under his mind, drawing a mysterious trajectory in the air.

A sharp voice groaned slowly: "Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has never been tried." Today, I will show you, who has any grievances. ”

After the last word was spoken, the cyan fairy sword suddenly turned into an angry dragon, roaring in the sky, shaking the surrounding sea of clouds and scattering pieces.

A profound and mysterious memory poured into Fang Yu's mind, this is the unique way of transmitting the gong of Shushan Academy, directly through the method of memory transfer, to teach his perception and experience of a certain exercise to others.

A lot of knowledge and experience about sword control appeared in Fang Yu's mind, allowing him to swim in it, unable to extricate himself.

Ten minutes passed in a flash, and the wind began to rise in the sword pool again, and those sword qi slowly rotated again, forming a vortex tornado composed of sword qi.

And Fang Yu was standing in the center of the tornado, squinting, his eyes were empty, as if he was thinking about something.

When the first sword qi brushed against his skin, he suddenly raised his hands as if he had woken up from a dream, stretched out the index fingers of his left and right hands, like a rookie music conductor, and clumsily danced the baton in his hand.

A stream of spiritual energy that could not be detected by the naked eye overflowed from his fingertips, and he began to try to connect with those sword qi, but these spiritual qi seemed to be too weak, and the speed of those sword qi was too fast, and often before he could "hook up", the sword qi had already run away.

So in the next half hour, Fang Yu had to endure the pain of the sword qi cutting his skin on the one hand, and on the other hand, he had to try to use the spiritual energy to hook those sword qi, and it was extremely hard to persevere.

When the half hour was over, Fang Yu couldn't hold on any longer, and suddenly lay on his back on the ground, and stuffed a pill into his mouth with the last trace of strength.

While feeling the tingling of the wound healing, and enduring the emptiness of this depleted spiritual energy, Fang Yu suddenly laughed.

In the past half an hour, he tried to "hook up" with dozens of sword qi, but he didn't succeed once, but he faintly realized that at least his direction was correct.

If he can successfully contact these sword qi, not only can he be less injured, but he can also be regarded as a preliminary master of the basic skills of sword control, which will undoubtedly be of great help to his subsequent cultivation of sword control skills.

Hurrying up, Fang Yu swallowed another pill that replenished the spiritual energy in his body, and then calmed down to recover, and an hour later, the sword qi storm struck again......

In the sword pool, day and night, Fang Yu repeated between injury and recovery again and again, trying to hook up with those sword qi, gradually, the wounds on his body began to become fewer, and the movements of his fingers became much more flexible.

Another storm of sword qi stopped, but Fang Yu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw his right index finger deftly draw a semicircle, lightly hooking it into the air.

A sword qi that had not yet had time to dissipate trembled violently in the air, and then, like a puppy that had seen flesh and bones, turned around and swam like his fingers.

At this moment, Fang Yu had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his hands were flicking various gestures, as if he was a world-famous conductor, and the commander's sword qi drew various shapes in the air.

After a full two minutes, Fang Yu suddenly clenched his hands, and then his five fingers stretched out violently, and that sword qi seemed to have received some kind of induction, and suddenly exploded, as if a firework exploded in midair.

Seeing this scene, Fang Yu felt relieved in his heart, and a smile overflowed at the corner of his mouth.

After this period of hard practice, he finally mastered the technique of using the spiritual energy in his body to hook up the sword qi, which can be regarded as the most basic step on the road of cultivating sword control.

Next, he can try to practice with the flying sword.

After resting quietly for a while, feeling that his physical strength and aura had been replenished, Fang Yu took a breath and prepared to continue his next cultivation.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden sound of "gurgling" water overhead, and then two transparent bubbles were seen floating in from the hole.

The two bubbles contained two acquaintances—Jin Chen and Liang Yufeng—who were gloating at the moment, looking at Fang Yu and pointing.

"What are you two doing here?" Fang Yu frowned and asked, to be honest, he really didn't want to see these two people.

"Why can't we come?" Jin Chen asked rhetorically, and at the same time, he held a piece of paper with the school's seal in his hand and shook it in front of Fang Yu: "The two of us applied to the school to come to the sword pool to collect swords, and we have been approved by the school." ”

"You two don't major in swordsmanship, what are you doing with swords?"

"Can't you play?" Liang Yufeng sneered on the side: "Besides, with my qualifications, it's not impossible to change to swordsmanship now." ”

"Okay, whatever you want." Fang Yu didn't bother to talk to them, just after such a delay, he had already vaguely felt that the wind was starting to rise in the sword pool, which meant that the next sword qi storm was coming.

Sure enough, as he expected, three seconds later, countless sword qi swirled and formed again, forming a sword qi tornado that surrounded Fang Yu in the center.

Lines of sword qi slashed across his skin, bringing up wisps of blood.

And Jin Chen and Liang Yufeng were also standing on the edge of the sword qi tornado, but the two of them did not dodge, the bubbles on the surface of their bodies seemed to have the function of absorbing sword qi, and after each sword qi touched the surface of the bubbles, it was like a mud cow entering the sea and disappearing.

The two of them stood next to them, watching Fang Yu suffer with a smile on their faces, and at the same time commenting, as if they wanted to watch the circus again.

"Brother Chen, look at the clothes on classmate Fang Yu's body, he has a lot of character."

"That's right, beggar's outfit, it's very popular this year."

"The color is also eye-catching, bright red and bright red, beautiful."

"It's really good-looking, and it can set off Fang Yu's temperament very well."

"Oops, classmate Fang Yu seems to be bleeding!"

"Hmm, really, this cultivation method is very chic."

"You need to self-harm to cultivate, it must be a very powerful exercise."

"That's right, I'm so scared now!"

The two of them sang and harmonized, trying their best to be sarcastic, but Fang Yu was putting all his attention on the communication of the sword qi around him at the moment, and he didn't hear what they were saying at all.

The two talked for more than ten minutes, and their mouths were dry, but they didn't get any response, and they inevitably felt like their fists were hitting the cotton.