Luo Fusheng calmly accepted the other party's invitation.

Fu Jiayan immediately started the fight, and couldn't wait to fight Luo Fusheng.

He was born in a family of immortal cultivators, and he was taught by monks since he was a child, plus he had good roots, and he had already refined his qi into his body before he started. Then he worshiped the Heavenly Sword Sect, and after the guidance of his master, his cultivation has now reached the ninth level of qi refining, and he will soon be able to build a foundation.

And this stinky boy in front of him was from a humble background, and he didn't even know what immortal cultivation was before he got started.

Even if he was a Heavenly Spirit Root?

He has only been in the field for just over a year, and he must have just refined his qi into his body.

Fu Jiayan thinks that to deal with this kind of rookie, he can teach the other party to be a new person with just two tricks.

As soon as he thought that he could trample the little genius with the Heavenly Spirit Root under his feet in full view of everyone, Fu Jiayan felt extremely excited in his heart.

He stared at Luo Fusheng closely, his face unconcealed anticipation.

"Come on, let's see how powerful the legendary Heavenly Spirit Root is."

Luo Fusheng was also stimulated by the other party's fighting intent in his chest.

He pulled out the ten directions, and the silver-white sword body drew an arc in the sunlight, with a chilling sword wind.

Fu Jiayan believed that his cultivation was higher than the other party, he did not choose to strike first, but stood quietly in place, waiting for the other party to make the first move in a humble attitude.

Luo Fusheng was not polite to him, and he picked up his sword!

The two swords collided together, making a crisp metallic crashing sound.

The two separated again in the blink of an eye.

Just now it was just Luo Fusheng's temptation, he didn't know the other party's cultivation, and for the sake of insurance, he also deliberately retained most of his strength.

However, Fu Jiayan was even more convinced in his heart that Luo Fu was still only a cultivator at the beginning of qi refining.

"It's just a little rookie, see how I play him."

Fu Jiayan thought about it as he swung his sword upward.

The sword moved the real thing.

He is originally a golden and wooden double spiritual root, among which the golden spiritual root is the mainstay, the golden nature is hard, and with the "Golden Yang Sword Technique" he cultivated, the sword moves are even more domineering, every move is with a fierce atmosphere, and the momentum is magnificent.

The nearby disciples were all attracted by Fu Jiayan's sword moves, and they all stopped their movements and looked at him.

Luo Fusheng has not yet practiced special swordsmanship, and until now, he has practiced the introductory sword moves uniformly assigned by the sect.

The introductory sword moves are very simple, and there are only a few moves to turn over and over.

But Luo Fusheng didn't think there was anything wrong with simple sword moves.

On the contrary, he even felt that the simpler the sword moves, the better.

Everything in the world is changing.

But as a sword cultivator.

There is only a sword in the eyes, and there is only the Tao in the heart.

One man, one sword, one a.

That's it.

When Fu Jiayan's sword blade slashed in front of him, Luo Fusheng not only did not dodge or retreat, but raised his hand to meet it with a sword!

Everyone was shocked.

Luo Fusheng is going to have a hard anal with Fu Jiayan!

Ruan Mianmian saw this scene through the glass mirror, and couldn't help but show a look of relief: "This kid is really suitable for becoming a sword cultivator." ”

There are many methods and ways to cultivate immortals, and sword cultivation should be regarded as the most numerous, the most lethal, and the most laborious one among them. Many people aspire to become a sword cultivator, thinking that the flight of the sword is very chic, as long as you take a sword and join the immortal gate, you can become a sword cultivator.

However, true sword cultivation requires the abstinence of love and desire, and the need for self-denial and strictness.

A sword and a sword are all they have, and everything else is a burden and must be abandoned.

Lonely, lonely, boring......

These tortures are unbearable for ordinary people, but they are accustomed to sword cultivation.

When Luo Fusheng raised his sword to meet him, Ruan Mianmian had already seen that this kid had an extraordinary comprehension in swordsmanship, and he was a natural sword cultivator.

In this competition, at the moment when the two sides played their swords, they were already destined to win or lose.

Luo Fusheng's sword seemed simple and simple, but it directly pierced the fierce sword wind created by Fu Jiayan.

Fu Jiayan was shocked.

He saw the opponent's sword rapidly approaching, and he hurriedly retreated in fright.

Luo Fusheng jumped up to catch up, no matter how many tricks the other party used, he only had a few simple moves.

In the end, Fu Jiayan's spiritual energy in his body was exhausted, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment.

The tip of the sword that was extinguished in all directions stayed one finger away from the tip of his nose.

It only takes an inch closer to shave his nose off.

Fu Jiayan stared at the tip of the sword in front of him, cold sweat slid down the tip of his nose, his face was pale, and he was obviously frightened.

Luo Fusheng put his sword into the sheath: "Accept." ”

After speaking, he stopped looking at Fu Jiayan and looked around.

"Is anyone else willing to compete with me?"

The crowd was silent.

They were all shocked by the momentum that Luo Fusheng had just shown.

Luo Fusheng looks young, white and beautiful, looks more porcelain doll-like, and has no lethality at all, but when he was fighting against Fu Jiayan just now, his desperate momentum and would rather die than back down was really terrifying.

Although everyone is a sword cultivator, they don't think they can do it to the point of Luo Fusheng.

It's just a competition, can you use it so ferocious?!

Luo Fusheng was quite disappointed to see that no one was fighting against him, but he didn't say anything, and simply turned around and left.

After he left, everyone turned to look at Fu Jiayan.

Fu Jiayan's face was blue and white, and it was very ugly.

Just now, in front of everyone's eyes, he was defeated by Luo Fusheng's stinky boy and lost his face.

Thinking of this, he became more and more annoyed with Luo Fusheng.

It's all because that kid suddenly came out, not only stealing the attention of the head of the house, but also causing him to lose face.

New hatred and old hatred, sooner or later he will have to get it all back!

……

Back at Frost Peak, Luo Fusheng deliberately bathed and changed his clothes, dressed up neatly, and then went to visit Shizun and told Shizun about his defeat of Fu Jiayan.

After finishing speaking, he looked at Shizun with sparkling eyes, expecting to be praised by Shizun.

However, Ruan Mianmian always looked indifferent, and she didn't mean to praise the little apprentice at all.

"Since you can't find an opponent in the sword training field, then you can go to the back mountain for a turn, there are many spirit beasts there, and you should be able to be your opponent."

Without receiving praise from his master, Luo Fusheng was very disappointed, but he still maintained a well-behaved appearance on his face: "The apprentice knows." ”

At night, Ruan Mianmian reappeared next to Luo Fusheng's bedside.

Luo Fusheng slept deeply, and didn't seem to notice anyone next to the bed.

Ruan Mianmian placed a blue sword spike on the side of the pillow.

There is a system chime in my ears.

"Daily quests have been completed, and ten points will be awarded."

Ruan Mianmian floated away satisfied.

Luo Fusheng opened his eyes, he sat up, and carefully picked up the sword spike.

"Is this handmade up by Shizun? It's so beautiful. ”

When Ruan Mianmian came in just now, he pretended not to see anything in all directions, and looked dead lying upright on the table, and when he saw Ruan Mianmian leaving, he immediately flew up and came to Luo Fusheng.

"Is this sword spike for me? Put it on for me. ”

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