The long sword was once again driven by the Yuan Shen Mind and hung in the air, his eyes were like electricity, and Wufeng shouted: "Go", only to see the long sword disappear in front of Wufeng's eyes with the sound of breaking the sky, but soon, the long sword was cut off from Wufeng.

His eyes were shining, and Wufeng had just seen the law of the wind system that erupted from the tail end of the long sword as it flew out.

"The law of the wind fighting qi can be transmitted to the long sword through telekinesis, it seems that the direction is correct, but the long sword that is blessed by the law of the wind system and telekinesis, if I don't miscalculate the speed, it should have reached the limit of the sound, such speed, lethality is shudder just thinking about it, this method and the sword immortal thousands of miles away to take the enemy's head seems to be no different, but the long sword and I have broken off contact, presumably it should be caused by the inability of telekinesis to keep up with the speed of the long sword, but this problem, it is not difficult to solve" Thinking in his heart, Wufeng felt as if he had found a more powerful way.

Sitting cross-legged directly on the ground, Wufeng decided to sort out the memories in his mind first, and take away others, of course, the memories can't be fused, if they are fused, then the confusion of the two memories will make a person's spirit confused, so many great powers can retain the memory of the original owner after taking it, so that it can be extracted at any time, and there is no contradiction to this point.

Soon, the fragments of memory were sorted out by Wufeng, and a memory that was more critical to him at this stage was found, Wufeng frowned: "Only a saint-level powerhouse can skillfully use the law, less than the saint-level, if you can comprehend a trace of the law, it is a genius among geniuses, it seems that my body is so talented, but my own spatial ability, spatial imprisonment and fragmentation, those demigods say that it is the supreme law, did I also comprehend the law before I reached the holy level?" Fighting Qi is the ability in the dantian, and the ability may be called according to the name of this world, or it may be magic."

"It seems that I still need to understand the situation of the entire Divine Domain Continent thoroughly in the Heavenly Sword Sect," Wu Feng thought in his heart.

In the early morning of the next day, Wufeng was touched on the face by a cold and rough hand, and a spirit, Wufeng jumped up, looking at the old man with unkempt hair and oily face, Wufeng shouted: "Stinky old man, it's so early in the morning, disturbing people's dreams, what are you going to do?" ”。

The old man's face tightened, and his backhand slapped Wufeng's head and said, "What are you doing?" The purple seed in Lao Tzu's space ring is gone, you say, which king and eight lambs stole my seed."

Wufeng squinted his eyes as if he hadn't woken up, and said without raising his head: "I'm Wang Balamb, what are you?" If it weren't for me that day, how would you have found that seed, since I found it first, it was mine, Bi Peng didn't catch it, so he should take the seed to resist."

"Little bastard, Lao Tzu is your grandfather, do you talk to your grandfather like this! Tell you, your mother and your father will come back from the beast clan in half a month, if you don't listen to the old man, wait for them to come back, and beat you to death" Wuqian looked at Wufeng with a posture of a primary school student suing the teacher, and looked at Wufeng proudly.

Wufeng was completely impressed by the old man, don't be so shameless.

"Hurry up and get dressed, and go with the old man to the peak of the sword line" Wufeng said again.

"What are you going to do?" Wufeng looked at Wufeng very vigilantly, he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the old man's gourd.

"What else can I do, in the future, you need to learn the sword drawing swordsmanship in the sword drawing vein, the swordsmanship of the back sword is not suitable for you, the wind fighting spirit is very exaggerated for the bonus of the sword drawing swordsmanship, Lao Tzu has found a good master for you, you have to study hard" The old man looked at Wufeng Dao with a smug expression.

"Can I not go?" Wufeng asked weakly.

"Bang" gave Wufeng another head, and Wufeng said angrily: "Stinky boy, do you really want to cultivate the god-level sword canon?" ”。

"The old man who gave me the sword codex, didn't he say that he had also cultivated, don't you see that people have also become demigod powerhouses" Wufeng retorted angrily.

"You know what a fart, that old guy is the previous sect master, when he was a child, he took the Blue Dragon Inner Pill, and soaked in the blood of the Blue Dragon, after a whole blue dragon was killed by his Lao Tzu back then, in order to lay a foundation for him, such a talent cultivation of the god-level sword canon is not successful, then no one in the world can succeed, look at you, you were weak and sick when you were a child, and your body was very weak, Lao Tzu, in order to make your body strong and not affect your future cultivation, I caught a supreme-level female demon ape who failed to transform for you to milk and drink, It's not easy for you to be able to cultivate now, don't think about cultivating the god-level sword canon, in case you can only stop at the ninth level in your life, you will regret it for the rest of your life" Wufeng preached very seriously.

This matter was stunned by Wufeng, searching for the memory in his mind, there was really no such paragraph, thinking that this flawless old man was really afraid that his grandson would cultivate that god-level sword codex.

Glancing at the old man, Wufeng felt a feeling of being cared for by his elders for the first time from the bottom of his heart, nodded, and said to Wufeng: "Stinky old man, I know the way, wait for me to sort it out for a while, and then go and draw the sword."

It's a little strange how this kid changed his temperament, and as a result, he was half angry to death.

"Why didn't you kill a dragon for me in the first place?" Wufeng complained to Wufeng while changing clothes.

"Bang" didn't answer, only a hard slap.

After the most trouble, Wufeng still didn't mention the purple seeds, and the old man seemed to know that Bi Peng didn't catch his grandson, and he didn't open his mouth to ask for it.

Coming to the peak of the sword line, Wufeng was a little nervous, thinking that this invincible guy in his memory had offended the young disciple who drew the sword. Looking at the old man weakly, Wufeng asked, "Grandpa, who is the master who called me swordsmanship?" Isn't it just teaching me alone? ”。

Wufeng turned his head to look at Wufeng, and replied with a playful face: "Little bastard, even grandpa has been called, you must be very nervous now, hum, you are not clear, I don't know about Lao Tzu, you can provoke a lot of little girls who draw swords!" This time, as you wish, your master is the father of the little girl of the butterfly, and she spends ten products."

"Her father is also a demigod powerhouse?" Wufeng looked puzzled.

"Think beautifully, the demigod powerhouse doesn't have the kung fu to teach you, her father is a respected powerhouse," replied without defects.

"Stinky old man, I want to go back, why don't you change my master" Wufeng is not stupid, he wants to fall into the hands of Hua Die's father, wouldn't it be a sheep into the tiger's mouth and be bullied to death by that little girl.