Tianyuan reached an agreement with Long Jiu, Tianyuan knew that Fat Tiger was doing well in the periphery, and Long Jiu also brought a letter written by Fat Tiger, and after learning that Fat Tiger was living a very nourishing life under Long Jiu's care, he also stepped on his heart.

There are a lot of disciples on Jiulong Peak, and there are ten teachers who are responsible for the disciples' practice, and Tianyuan's main job here is to serve tea and water to these teachers, and then clean up a series of messy martial arts training grounds after the disciples practice martial arts.

The life is quite comfortable, the work is not tired, and there is a salary to get, but in the days here, Tianyuan doesn't have any friends except for playing with Timo, and occasionally that Long Xiang'er comes to talk to him in his spare time, and Tianyuan doesn't have any friends to talk to.

Long Jiu hadn't appeared for a long time, and Tianyuan found that the life of this old man was still good, at least there was someone to play with him, and then Tianyuan found out that he still missed the old man.

Idle, Tianyuan took a rag and wiped it around, yawning very boringly.

"Who's that!That, that, Tianyuan!" At this time, a big man's voice came from a martial arts training ground.

Tianyuan knew when he heard it that it was the voice of one of the ten teachers in Jiulong Peak.

"Hey, this is coming!" Tianyuan responded, wiped his hands and trotted towards the martial arts training ground.

"Master Zhao, what's the matter?" asked, Tianyuan came to Dahan's side and asked.

"Bring Lao Tzu's practice clothes, and give these boys some lessons today. Master Zhao moved his wrist and said.

"Okay, here we go. Tianyuan came back with a set of practice clothes after a while.

Master Zhao changed into his practice clothes, and simply sorted it out and said, "This session of yours is the worst session I have ever had! You have all given me a mess of basic skills, when will I get the quota of the peak master's true inheritance!"

Master Zhao said with a look of hatred that iron is not made of steel: "Okay, what I will teach you below is the representative swordsmanship of this sect, only by fully mastering it can you have the opportunity to run for the place of my sect's true inheritance, this is very important, you all cheer me up, do you know?"

"Obey the master's orders!" all the disciples responded in unison.

Master Zhao took out his sword and said: "Next, the name of the sword technique I will teach you is: Phantom Sword Dance, the main purpose of swordsmanship is to be true and illusory, swordsmanship is like a dance, true and false complement each other, beautiful, this is the essence of Phantom Sword Dance, you must keep it in mind." ”

Not only the disciples on the side, but even Tianyuan was also excited in his heart, after all, this was the first move he came into contact with when he stepped into the world of cultivators in addition to the seven-star sword technique!

"The name of this sword is Qiuye! Look!" After saying that, Master Zhao took out his sword, looked at the sword, and his eyes were a lot sharper.

"Phantom Sword Dance!" Master Zhao shouted and stabbed at a scarecrow in front of him.

It's not so much a thorn as a stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and piercing, but looking at Master Zhao's movements is extremely slow, it looks like a slow motion with his left hand and right hand, but this also makes little stars flash in Tianyuan's eyes.

After finishing the work, Master Zhao handsomely retracted the sword to the scabbard and exhaled, "Do you see it clearly?"

A group of disciples nodded in confusion and shook their heads again, looking dazed.

"How many swords did I have just now?" said Master Zhao with a tone that some mud couldn't hold up the wall.

"Ten Swords!"

"Eight swords, right? ”

"No, I looked at Master's shoulder, and shook it twenty times, it should be twenty swords!" As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

Tianyuan didn't seem to hear the discussion of the disciples, and slowly walked towards the scarecrow in a daze.

"I don't think it should be just twenty times, right? I'll see it at least forty times! What are you doing!" the disciple had just finished speaking when he saw the edge of heaven next to the scarecrow and hurriedly stopped.

Tianyuan didn't seem to hear it, and reached out and touched the scarecrow, "Wow!" The whole scarecrow immediately turned into powder and fell to the ground as soon as Tianyuan touched it.

"One Hundred and Eight Swords...... It's amazing......" Tianyuan looked blankly at the pile of straw powder at his feet and muttered to himself.

"Waste, a bunch of stupid people! Lao Tzu, this is a whole hundred and eight swords! Blind your dog's eyes!" Master Zhao was obviously a little hot-tempered, and yelled at the disciples, this roar woke up Tianyuan, who was still stunned, and Tianyuan noticed that he was out of shape, and hurriedly returned to Master Zhao and bowed his head and said nothing.

"Okay, I'll tell you the mantra, as well as the cultivation method, when you use it, give me the highest momentum, and play the sword technique for me!" Master Zhao then told his disciples the mantra.

When Master Zhao said it, he didn't avoid Tianyuan, because this sword technique could only be practiced by cultivators, and they wouldn't have thought that a small handyman would be a cultivator, so they didn't mean to avoid him.

Master Zhao instructed the disciples to practice swords, and some of the mistakes in the disciples' sword practice were also misunderstandings that Tianyuan thought, and Tianyuan looked at it carefully. I kept rehearsing this move in my heart.

"Heaven's edge will bring me a glass of water. Master Zhao said without looking back.

"Heavenly fate?"

"Destiny !!"

"Hmm, ahh

Tianyuan's heart is also quite unhappy, after all, he just learned about this swordsmanship, and he was woken up, and all his feelings were all broken, so he had no choice but to wait for the dead of night to comprehend the swordsmanship.

Tianyuan followed Master Zhao's side, listening to his guidance on the shortcomings of his disciples, secretly remembering in his heart, thinking about going back and practicing again to see if he would make the same mistake in himself.

The sun sets on the west mountain, and the sky is full of red clouds.

"Okay, okay, come here today......! Alas, let's go back! Ming'er and I will go to the woods to practice!" Master Zhao waved his hand to the disciples and left without looking back.

Listening to the disciples complaining one by one, saying that the swordsmanship is difficult, the master has a bad temper, which junior sister has a warped ass, and there is a mess of everything.

The corners of Tianyuan's mouth rose slightly, and he cleaned up alone after all the disciples left. After cleaning up, Tianyuan didn't touch the pile of straw powder, and Tianyuan didn't eat it at dinner, but grabbed two steamed buns and ran to the pile of straw powder and sat down.

Tianyuan held a branch in his hand and watched it quietly, and he didn't move until the moon was on the top of the willows.

The night wind blew, dark clouds shrouded the bright moon, and Tianyuan next to a pile of straw powder suddenly opened his eyes, and the fierce color in his eyes was the same as Master Zhao's previous appearance.

As soon as Tianyuan opened his eyes, he stood up, looked at the branch in his hand, and then his body moved uncontrollably......