In the valley of the hanging island, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

A young man's voice is like the sound of the avenue, slowly ringing, echoing between heaven and earth, exuding all kinds of avenue charm, constantly impacting everyone's souls.

The voice made them mesmerized and enlightened their hearts.

Every time Yan Qing gave a lecture, he attracted many disciples of the Immortal Sword Sect, and even those elders came. His combat power has reached the level of an immortal god, and he is even infinitely close to the Great Emperor, and his perception of cultivation and the Great Dao is probably not comparable to anyone in the entire Immortal Sword Sect, even a blue fish.

Moreover, Yan Qing will not hide anything, she will talk about what she should say.

At this time, in the valley, the disciples of the Immortal Sword Sect were sitting together in groups of three or five, and there were more than a dozen elders scattered among them, adding up to four or five hundred people in total. There are only more than a thousand people in the Immortal Sword Sect, but now almost half of them have come.

Moreover, there is no shortage of elder-level figures.

Although Yan Qing didn't talk about too profound things in his teaching, even so, those elders gained a lot after listening to it, and they felt that their hearts suddenly brightened, which was very beneficial to their cultivation.

In the blink of an eye, years have passed.

In the past few years, no matter how Yan Qing suppressed the realm, under the kung fu of the water mill, his cultivation had also reached the Mahayana realm, and his strength had almost recovered to when he was in the Great Wilderness World. Of course, it is impossible to reach the combat power of the immortal gods now.

However, even so, he became the first person in the entire Xiaoshan realm.

"Now we are a little short of the Great Perfection ......"

In Xinghua Village, Yan Qing, who was sitting under the apricot blossom tree and cultivating, exhaled a breath of turbid air and said lightly, then he looked up at the sky and said, "Now is the time to practice the sword master......

A moment later, his figure turned into a streamer of light and flew into the sky.

"Brother herring. ”

Outside the Sword Mountain, Yan Qing said lightly.

"Coming?" Qingyu smiled, knowing Yan Qing's intention.

In the past few years, Yan Qing has taught the Immortal Sword Sect every other month, and in just a few years, the overall strength of the Fairy Sword Sect has been raised by a notch. Especially those disciples who were originally outstanding have become real peerless geniuses, and they have also cultivated a lot of masters for the Immortal Sword Sect.

Those elders who had originally had a lot of opinions about Yan Qing's cultivation of the sword art immediately shut up, for the Immortal Sword Sect, Yan Qing's contribution was really not small.

"Come with me. ”

At this time, the herring flew away from Sword Mountain and flew towards a hanging island.

This hanging island is located in the middle of Xianjian Mountain, and it is also the largest hanging island in Xianjian Mountain. At this time, Yan Qing also flew away, and then landed in a square on the hanging island.

The square is small and looks very ordinary.

However, sometimes the more ordinary things are, the less ordinary they will be, and all kinds of magic are hidden.

At this moment, the blue fish had words in his mouth, and several rays of light appeared from his body, and the light fell on the square, and immediately turned into an obscure formation.

The array was full of light.

"Open!"

The herring snorted softly, and with a roar, a large hole appeared in the square.

The big hole is like ink, even Yan Qing can't see the situation inside clearly, but in the big hole, he feels a sword intent like a broken bamboo.

The sword intent is indestructible and incomparable.

"Elder Yan, the sword technique is inside, whether you can learn it or not depends on your chance. Qingyu said quietly, practicing the sword art also depends on chance.

Of course, the sword technique in the big cave is the most primitive sword technique of the Immortal Sword Sect, and it is not a simplified version of what most disciples practice now.

Yan Qing pondered in the square for a while, then nodded at the herring, and then flew into the big hole. The cave was pitch black, with no fingers visible, and silent, a dead silence, making people feel like they had come to a void space.

At this time, Yan Qing was quietly suspended in the cave, although his eyes could turn darkness into light, but at this time, he couldn't see anything, and it was still pitch black in front of him.

Black as ink.

Yan Qing knew that this was just a test of the sword-making technique, so he didn't pay much attention to it, and besides, it would not be difficult for him.

At this time, he sat down quietly, and his whole body was still hanging in the air.

"Edgeworthiness ......"

He meditated for a moment, then closed his eyes and felt everything around him.

At this time, his whole person seemed to melt into the darkness, and also turned into a darkness, a nothingness. I don't know when, an old voice suddenly sounded in the cave, like the sound of the avenue, exuding all kinds of charm, making people feel suddenly enlightened.

"The sky has to be clear, the earth has to be peaceful, the immortals have to be spiritual, the valley has to be surplus, and all things have to live. The Tao can not return to the sky, raise people but can not survive forever, sigh for a moment, a streamer, hurriedly drowned in the clouds and flowing ......water for a hundred years"

At this time, Yan Qing suddenly opened his eyes, but what he opened was not the naked eye of the human body, but the heart eye of the Yuan Shen. In the void and dark space, he saw a white-haired old man with fairy wind bones, and the white-haired old man was strolling with a sword on his back.

He read as he walked, his white hair fluttering, his sleeves flying, like a fairy descending to earth.

"He regards life as grass mustard, life as dust, and sages and saints, all of whom regard it as if people do not support their lives, there will be a day when people do not refine their qi, and it is difficult to get out of the cage. Naturally, rushing silently, all my life, all my strength, all my spirit......"

At this time, Yan Qing watched quietly and listened quietly, her mind fluctuating with the voice. When he heard this, he immediately understood what swordsmanship was after thinking about it in his heart.

Could it be that this sword art was created by the white-haired old man?

In the dark hole, Yan Qing opened his eyes, but he still couldn't see anything clearly.

"There is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the heart, and the sword qi is condensed, so that the sword can fly......"

At this time, Yan Qing's index finger and middle finger merged, and with a lifetime of thoughts in his heart, a small qi sword was immediately condensed in front of him. Although the qi sword was small, its light flowed, exuding a fierce aura.

"Go!"

Yan Qing drank lightly, and the qi sword suddenly sprayed away, disappearing into the darkness.

However, this is only the simplest sword condensation of the sword, and the real swordkeeping is still to come. After a few moments, he sat down cross-legged again, closed his eyes, and melted into the darkness again.

And at this moment, the old voice appeared again.

"With the return of the gods, the reason for the life and cherishing the truth, one breath stays for a long time, one spirit lives for a long time, and the gods and spirits are one......" At the bottom of the big hole, there is a huge stone stele, the stone tablet is like a sword, wanting to break through the sky, scattering terrifying sword intent.

And inside the stele, a white-haired figure can be faintly seen.

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