Yan Feng and Lin Chong returned to Sword Peak, the two of them on the mountain road walked one after the other, Lin Chong found some words to chat from time to time, and Yan Feng behind him also replied without a word.

"Senior Brother Yan, let's talk about it next time we have a chance."

"Yes"

“。。。 What I said is true, you can find each other's shortcomings by learning from each other, and you have just entered the Sword Peak, you must not understand a lot by then, I can also point you out" Seeing that Yan Feng replied very coldly, Lin Chong said seriously again.

“。。。 Yan Feng stared at Lin Chong's serious expression for a while, and without saying a word, he walked around and walked forward.

You can't even take my sword now, do you know? Yan Feng slandered in his heart, ignored him, turned around and left.

"Hey, junior brother, if you listen to senior brother's words, you can avoid some detours" Lin Chong's bitter words came from behind, but Yan Feng didn't want to listen to a word, and left quickly.

"Hey, this little junior brother" Lin Chong looked at the junior brother who had already walked away, shook his head, and then hurriedly chased after him.

"Senior brother, the Sword Pavilion of Sword Peak is at the top of the mountain, let me take you to take a look, you can choose the exercises you want to cultivate."

"Okay" Yan Feng nodded and said, he also wanted to see how the exercises in this world were, and he didn't have any sword moves.

Soon the two of them came to the Sword Pavilion, and when they walked into the Sword Pavilion, Yan Feng found that there was an old man sitting on a chair not far from the door. If you don't look carefully, you really haven't noticed the breath of the old man, it seems that some of the old people here are hidden masters, Yan Feng thought in his heart.

I saw that the old man closed his eyes and recuperated, as if he didn't feel anything about their arrival, but Lin Chong respectfully saluted the old man and said.

"The disciple went to the new disciple Yan Feng today to choose the exercises"

"En" The old man didn't open his eyes when he heard Lin Chong's words, but just gave a gentle sigh and then went silent.

"Let's go" Seeing this, Lin Chong was also surprised, and pulled Yan Feng to bypass the old man and walk inside.

Yan Feng didn't ask questions, just quietly followed behind Lin Chong, and soon they came to a bookshelf, Lin Chong reached out and took out a book and put it in front of Yan Feng's eyes and said.

"This is the cultivation method of the Heavenly Sect, and all the exercises are based on this cultivation."

Yan Feng saw a book of Qi training methods written "Heavenly Imperial Decision" being put in front of him, Yan Feng casually opened it and looked at it, and found that a kind of qi training method recorded in it turned out to be the introduction of the qi of heaven and earth into the body and operated in the body for a week, but this kind of qi training method must be practiced to have an effect, at the beginning you have to feel the existence of qi, and then you can introduce qi into the body little by little, and then let the qi run in the body for a week, expand the meridians, so that the body can withstand more qi, and finally be able to store qi.

This kind of mental method is too different from the sword meridian mental method he is currently cultivating, after all, running the sword meridian, you can introduce the qi of heaven and earth in one breath, which has the effect of washing the meridians and cutting the veins, and can also transform the body into Yun Yuan power while changing the body.

"You take it first, study it slowly, if you don't understand something, tell me," Seeing that Yan Feng was seriously looking at Lin Chong, he said.

"En" Yan Feng replied lightly, in fact, he was just looking at the differences, so he wouldn't let go of the Supreme Sword Sutra and not practice it's useless, but he still took it, otherwise it would be suspicious.

"Let's go, go over there," Lin Chong said and took Yan Feng to the other side.

"These are ordinary sword techniques, you can pick a book to cultivate," Lin Chong said, pointing to a bunch of sword techniques.

After picking for half an hour, Yan Feng only picked a sword trick called "Qi Breaking Style", which should be called a sword move, because there was only one sword move in the whole book, Yan Feng just felt strange and chose it.

"Did you choose this one" Looking at the exercises Yan Feng selected, Lin Chong asked, this book of exercises with only one move is basically not practiced by anyone, because no one has successfully cultivated so far, and I always feel that there is something missing in this book.

"Let's change it, there is a problem with this exercise, and no one has successfully cultivated it so far," Lin Chong reminded.

"That's it, let's go" Yan Feng said lightly, taking the book and leaving first.

"Okay, when you cultivate, you'll know, you disobedient junior brother" Lin Chong muttered behind his back and went out with him.

After returning to the thatched house, he threw the elixir and the mental sword move directly into the space ring, and then walked to the backyard, and along the path, he came to the edge of the cliff again.

Walking on this path, the sound of "salsa" of the leaves around him, and the coolness of the breeze on his face, made Yan Feng feel quiet, and he seemed to like this environment a little.

Walking through the woods, Yan Feng came to the edge of the cliff, a protruding boulder on the edge of the cliff, hanging strangely on the edge of the cliff, making people look as if they were about to roll down the bottom of the cliff, but it magically grasped the ground.

Yan Feng walked on the boulder step by step, closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, there was much more aura here than he was at the bottom of the mountain, he didn't want to waste it for a moment, he sat cross-legged on the boulder, meditating.

Slowly, the breath on Yan Feng's body became weaker and weaker, his heart became heavier and heavier, and the surroundings seemed to become unusually quiet, and suddenly a sword shadow suddenly appeared in his mind, fleeting, and then another sword shadow crossed and imprinted into his mind, and after a while, another sword shadow appeared, more and more dense, faster and faster, and it seemed to be about to overlap.

Finally, he saw clearly the source of the sword shadow, it was the sword stabbed by the white-clothed swordsman he saw in his dream, it had always remained in Yan Feng's mind, and now it kept flashing in his mind, sword after sword, evolving again and again.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a long time, Yan Feng, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes,

rise

Draw your sword,

Prick out.

A sword stabs, no moves, no style, simple, slow, not hurried.

He stabbed out one sword after another, the sword in his mind became clearer and clearer, he didn't know how many swords he had stabbed, his eyes became more and more hollow, he forgot about his surroundings, forgot his self, and only the sword in his hand was left in his heart.

The breath on the body is getting stronger and stronger, the sword in his hand is getting faster and faster, each sword is pierced, the strong wind gusts, the wind blows around, the sword aura is pervasive, the momentum is amazing, the "poof" air seems to be pierced, the stabbing hand pauses, and the long sword slowly retracts.

Looking at the long sword in his hand with empty eyes, he slowly regained his clarity, "No, it's not like this" Yan Feng thought in his heart, his sword only had a shape, no intention, something was missing, Yan Feng slowly put down the long sword in his hand and closed his eyes and pondered.

I don't know how much later, the sunset has appeared on the horizon, Yan Feng opened his eyes, hollow, ruthless, calm, and waveless "How fast is the heart, how fast is the sword" The sword in his hand has been stabbed out at some point.

"Hum" The sword roared, as if cheering and jumping, Yan Feng's empty eyes looked at the long sword in his hand and smiled slightly.

Suddenly, there was a sound of a piano in his ears, and Yan Feng's empty eyes slowly regained their clarity, and he looked at the high mountain in front of him, which was the ethereal peak on the left side of Sword Peak.

The melodious sound of the piano came from the mountain, and it was a thousand meters away from the ethereal peak, so how could there be a sound of the piano. It seems that the cultivation of this person who plays the piano is not bad. The sound of the piano could actually be transmitted here, Yan Feng thought in his heart.

On a pavilion in the Ethereal Peak Mountain, a purple-clothed girl was quietly stroking the qin, and there was a white-clothed girl sitting next to her, the white-clothed girl closed her eyes and listened quietly, as if she was intoxicated by the purple-clothed girl's piano sound.