Chapter 35: Devil Training

Calculate that it has been thirty-nine days since I entered the forbidden land. Ji Yutian counted the days with his fingers.

On this day, it was amazing that there was no old man shouting at him.

Ji Yutian came to the col behind the mountain and untied the dark cloud knife.

"It's time to practice, otherwise in the long run, not only will your cultivation not rise, but thank God it will not fall. ”

Concentrate and calm down, luck dantian, a soft groan, dark clouds out of the sheath. That visceral feeling arises. It was as if there was only one person left between heaven and earth, and pieces of leaves flew up, and bursts of sword light sprinkled down on this mountain col, and before I knew it, several hours had passed.

"Ah!" Ji Yutian suddenly stopped, looked around, and was taken aback.

Several old men were staring at him with wide eyes, saliva almost running down their robes.

"Good boy, Dacheng period knife intent!"

"What a good material! I didn't expect you to wash the old man's shoes every day. What a waste!"

"Yes, how old is this, and he actually has the sword intent of the Dacheng stage!"

"At this age, you should have a first glimpse of the door, how can you have Dacheng's sword intent!"

"I didn't expect that I always thought that the old man, when I was one hundred and twenty years old, comprehended the sword intent, and I was extremely talented!

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Several old men sighed. Then, muttering and deliberating.

"I'm going to teach him myself, so that he can directly recognize me as a master!" the short and fat old man had stars in his eyes.

"Why! I decided to accept him as a closed disciple!" the green-robed old man did not show weakness.

"Pull it down, and close the door, disciple! How many times have you closed the door? Besides, how many years have you been out of business? haha....... The green-robed old man retorted.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't argue, you forgot who brought it in! It's me!" said the white-eyed old man.

"What are you fighting for? Do you understand the mistaken children? You! And you! You! Yes, including you!" the thin white old man pointed to a few people who were fighting.

"Whoever is his master, first, depends on fate! Second, it depends on strength, understand? You talk about it, what are you fighting for, let others laugh at it? It's all big and small, like a child!"

Seeing that everyone was silent, the thin white old man continued: "If you want to say, who is suitable to be his master? I don't think you don't have a number in your hearts, right, in terms of intelligence, strength, and appearance, who is embarrassed to compete with me?"

After speaking, he looked at the other old men with disdain.

"You're too ashamed, aren't you, we were in Dabi just now, who begged for mercy?"

After listening to the thin white old man's long speeches, he finally became the most suitable for him.

The purple-robed old man expressed strong dissatisfaction.

"Otherwise, we will speak from strength!" said the short and fat old man with confidence.

"Come on, who's afraid of whom?"

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The old men, for fear of hurting Ji Yutian, the white-eyed old man threw out a formation plate, arranged a large defensive array, and several old men entered the formation.

This battle lasted for three days and three nights!

"This is the real master! Compared to them, those masters outside are really scum. ”

I've always suspected that these old guys may be liars who slipped in, but I didn't expect such a fork, which can't be described as human at all.

After three days, they were all tired, and then they began to negotiate for three long days.

Ji Yutian's ears were almost calloused when he heard it.

In the end, they decided the order in the form of drawing lots, and each of them taught Ji Yutian for a month to see who had a good effect, and in the end who was Ji Yutian's master.

"Oh my God, you've finally opened your eyes!"

Ji Yutian was overjoyed, and finally turned over as a serf and sang!

"If you see the waterfall, take off your sword, replace it with a sword, practice the sword 50,000 times a day, and if you are lazy, you will be punished for practicing 50,000 times. The stocky old man pointed to a waterfall in the valley that had fallen for nine days.

"Ahh

"If the training effect is not obvious, I will hang your kid on the cliff and dry it!"

"That'...... Good...... Let's do it!"

Qianzhang Waterfall rushed on his body, and Ji Yutian was almost directly slapped under the water.

Hold on, hold on! The short and fat old man sat next to him every day and meticulously supervised.

During the day, the waterfall is practiced in swords, and at night the potion is soaked.

After a month of inhumane training, Ji Yutian has strengthened a lot, and the true qi in his body has been condensed a lot, and even his cultivation has broken through a small level, reaching the seventh layer of qi.

But unfortunately, without a trace of sword intent cultivated, the sword intent was more condensed.

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"I said, your broken method is too barbaric, it is not suitable for his cultivation at all, and it is impossible to practice sword intent. The green-robed old man looked proud.

"In the next month, listen to my arrangement, don't engage in those barbaric training, swordsmanship is flexible and flexible, I'll take you somewhere. ”

A house specially prepared for training Ji Yutian, which is full of swords, each of which is like a living being, and will take the initiative to attack him.

"The daily task is to dodge the attacks of these swords and finally try to fight back against them. ”

"Ancestor, so many swords, they want my life!" Ji Yutian wanted to cry without tears.

"Don't be afraid, you're going to die. As long as you are attentive and hide quickly, you should suffer some injuries at most, and I will treat you. Of course, if you don't care, and you don't have arms and legs, I can't care about it. ”

After listening to the words of the green-robed old man, Ji Yutian was sweating profusely.

"Ah......!h

With a pig-killing howl, the training began.

Scarred every day!

By the time it was almost a month, there were finally fewer scars, and even no injuries for a day or two, and I could still do some effective counterattacks.

The month is full.

Ji Yutian's body method, his eyesight has improved extraordinarily.

But he still didn't comprehend a trace of sword intent.

The thin white old man looked at the green robe with contempt and took Ji Yutian from him.

"My approach is completely different from the two of them. Their method was not really the best way to train a sword cultivator at all. ”

The thin white old man devalued the first two methods worthless.

The thin white old man trained Ji Yutian in the dark night, and the scene was as good as the previous two.

The screams of misery sounded at night, and it was terrifying.

......。

After a month, the lost thin white old man handed over Ji Yutian to the next one.

After half a year like this, Ji Yu Tianxiu broke through the peak of the ninth layer of qi. The well-proportioned body contains infinite strength, the combat experience has been increased countless times, and the reaction speed and intuition have been very significantly improved. If he was outside, Ji Yutian could confidently challenge anyone of the Heavenly Sword Sect's peers.

However, there was still no trace of sword intent.

On the contrary, the knife intent is more condensed and rounded, and there is a tendency to break through and reach the god-level level.

These old men, who are extremely sad and angry, are obviously training swords, and even put away the kitchen knife and force the use of the sword, how can it still taste like a knife!

As long as Ji Yu Tianyi grabs any sword, the whole body is like a knife out of the sheath, which is extremely sharp, and it can cut the world!

"Alas, this baby is finished! used to such a promising knife!" the green robe sighed.

"Yes, but no one with intelligence will practice swords!" sighed Thin White.

"Sword cultivators like us are all people with partial demeanor and excellent qualifications!" Humpty Dumpty, posing with peerless qualifications, sighed!

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