In the square shrouded by the sword spirit, Ling Fan stood quietly, he didn't move, his eyes were firmly fixed on the Qianzhang sword spirit in the void, it was not that he had already understood, but at the moment when the sword spirit light was sprinkled, the small tower in his body trembled. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was a small tower that had existed in his body for more than ten years, the only thing left to him when his mother left, but the small tower had never moved for more than ten years, and at this moment, the sword spirit appeared and trembled.

The small tower existed in Ling Fan's sea of knowledge, and around the small tower at this moment, there was a trace of golden mang, and the golden mangs flickered, penetrating into Ling Fan's sea of knowledge, and under the penetration of that golden mang, Ling Fan suddenly felt that all his perceptions had been purified, and everything was so clear.

The things around him, the thoughts in his mind, seemed to become clear in an instant, even the sword intent and the power of rules that permeated the void, Ling Fan could feel very clearly, this perception was much stronger than before.

Ling Fan closed his eyes, his consciousness penetrated into the sea of consciousness, the small tower that had never moved, he wanted to see what kind of divine thing it was.

The small tower was still blooming with a trace of light, but there seemed to be no next move, Ling Fan's consciousness wrapped it and probed for a long time, but he still didn't see any signs, except for the light that bloomed from the small tower made his perception clear, there was nothing else.

"Could it be that the small tower has any connection with this Supreme Sword Shrine, why does there be movement when I see the Sword Spirit Small Tower?" Ling Fan was puzzled in his heart, the small tower had not moved for more than ten years, and when he saw the sword spirit, it bloomed with light, and there must be some reason for this.

It's just that the reason between this is that Ling Fan can't find out for a while.

Consciousness was separated from the sea of consciousness, Ling Fan opened his eyes and looked at the void sword spirit again, since the small tower couldn't detect anything, he could only focus on the sword spirit.

Thousands of huge sword spirits seemed to fall from the sky, suspended above the head of the statue, blooming with an unbeatable glow, in the square, tens of thousands of people were bathed in the light of the sword spirit, seriously comprehending the sword intent released by the sword spirit.

Ling Fan stood with his hands behind his back, at this moment, he didn't comprehend the sword intent of the sword spirit, but put his perception on the power of the rules.

All laws have a source, the source has rules, the law of regulation, the power of law, Ling Fan fell into a state of emptiness, as if someone in the underworld was telling him that everything has a source, and the source is the place where rules are generated.

Different people, different things produce different rules, and the source of power comes from the person who uses his own rules to derive his own unique power, which will be far better than ordinary power.

In the sword intent in the sky, there is mixed with the power of rules, which must have the intention of the owner of the sword mound, just to comprehend the sword intent, even if you comprehend the artistic conception of the sword, it will not be too strong, if you want to truly comprehend the powerful sword intent contained in the sword spirit, I am afraid that you must first comprehend this rule power.

Because this power comes from the owner of the sword mound, and the sword spirit also belongs to the owner of the sword mound.

"Miss, the sword spirit has appeared, do you want to feel it too?" On the top of a restaurant a hundred meters away from the square, at this moment, two figures stood in front of the open window, looking at the huge sword spirit in front of them.

Except for the maid, it was a lonely slender shadow, his posture was exquisite, his skin was like snow, his eyebrows were like a crescent moon, and he was light and shallow.

Under that eyebrows, there is a pair of moving glass eyes, in the blink of an eye, as if flowing with autumn water, which makes people intoxicated.

Three thousand green silks spread on her slender waist, and her elegant white outfit set off her like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, even if she is veiled, it is so thrilling.

Like a green lotus-like temperament, noble and gentle.

"Forget it! Go out this time, just relax! Moreover, under the sword spirit, my current realm can't enter. Qingruo looked at the flickering sword spirit in front of her, and said softly, there seemed to be a faint sadness in her autumn eyes, this time she came to Qingling County, she didn't come for the sword spirit, but she walked here casually.

She didn't want to provoke too much right and wrong, she just wanted to spend the little time left in the Great Zhou Dynasty quietly.

"With Miss's talent, if you can comprehend the sword spirit, you will definitely be able to comprehend the strongest sword artistic conception, and those people below can't compare with you at all. The maid Lan raised her chin, and when it came to Qingruo's talent, she seemed to be very proud.

"Don't talk too much about everything, the world is big, there are countless people who are arrogant, and there are many people who are better than me. Qingruo said lightly, if you talk about talent, there is indeed no one comparable to her in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, but the world is so big, there are more than one or two top geniuses, compared with those Tianjiao in the top forces, I am afraid that she is not so dazzling.

Lan Xin pursed her lips, she didn't know the outside world, she only knew that there was no one who could compare with her own young lady's talent now, the imperial city didn't have it, and this small Qingling County wouldn't have it.

"Miss, look, how that man has been standing there. Lan Xin's eyes scanned the dense crowd in the square, and his eyes suddenly fell on the tall figure in the middle of the square, tens of thousands of people in the entire square, and only one person was standing.

And this person is none other than Ling Fan.

Qingruo's eyes also looked at Ling Fan in the square, her autumn eyes flickered, and after a while, there was a faint look of surprise on her face.

"I'm afraid he's in a state of enlightenment. "What kind of character Qing Ruo is, he can see Ni Duan at a glance, he is a little surprised, he can actually see people who can enter the state of enlightenment here.

This state of enlightenment is very rare, leaving aside all distractions, as if it has been cut off from the world, and only the spirit is communicating with the things to focus on.

It is not so easy to enter the state of enlightenment, in addition to the need for not weak talents, but also need chance and luck, and once you enter this state of enlightenment, the perception of a thing will reach a very deep level, and it will be much easier to understand the essence of a thing.

"This person's talent should be good, and this time the sword spirit will appear and comprehend the artistic conception of the sword that is not low. Qingruo said lightly, but Lan Xin next to him was a little surprised, his own young lady, but it is extremely difficult to praise a person like this, what is so special about the young man who is standing.

In the square, Ling Fan at this moment did not know that there were two eyes staring at him from the attic not far away, his consciousness and perception had completely merged with the power of the rules, and in the dark, he seemed to have captured some illusory rules.

This kind of rule is very mysterious, looming, every time Ling Fan wants to touch it, but he can't do it, as if it is just a phantom, and he can't touch it at all.

Time passed slowly in this quiet state, the sun and the moon changed, and in the blink of an eye, two days had passed.

When the sun rose on the third day, in the square, among the dense black figures, there was finally a golden light shining in the sight of the crowd.

"Some people have comprehended, and some people have comprehended the sword intent of the sword spirit. In the crowd at the edge of the square, they saw a golden light shining in the square, and some people exclaimed in surprise, and then, countless eyes converged on the source of the golden light.

"That's ....... Murong Feng!" "In the convergence of his eyes, it was a black figure, his face was handsome and resolute, and his whole body revealed an extraordinary temperament, even if he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, it made people feel like a sword was out of its sheath.

"It turned out to be Murong Feng, and it really deserved to be the first day of Qingling County, and he actually comprehended the artistic conception of the sword so quickly. Originally, there was still a look of surprise on the faces of the crowd, but when they saw the young figure, the look of surprise on their faces became much lighter, because in their hearts, Murong Feng's comprehension of the artistic conception of the sword was inevitable, and such a speed of comprehension confirmed his identity as a genius on the first day of Qingling County.

Murong Feng, the genius of the Murong family in the main city of Qingling County, has cultivated to the peak realm of the late stage of the Lingwu Realm at the age of sixteen, and what he has comprehended is also the artistic conception of the brilliant blue thunder, and now he is eighteen years old, and his strength has improved by several levels in two years, and he is recognized as the first genius of Qingling County.

It is said that Murong Feng has already reached the edge of breaking through the Heavenly Martial Realm, just because he is about to come to the Supreme Sword Shrine, he has been suppressing the realm, after the appearance of the sword spirit this time, I am afraid that Murong Feng will completely step into the level of the Heavenly Martial Realm, and by that time, his position on the first day of Qingling County will be unshakeable.

An eighteen-year-old Tianwu Realm powerhouse can be ranked in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty.

"Murong Feng, the pride of our Qingling County! This time I have comprehended the artistic conception of the gold-level sword, and I don't know what level my strength will be raised. ”

"After the sword spirit appears this time, I am afraid that he will have to attack the Heavenly Martial Realm, and at that time, I am afraid that you and I will not be opponents. ”

"That is, although we are in the middle of the Heavenly Martial Realm, but what we have comprehended is the artistic conception of the golden level of martial arts, coupled with the cultivation of the Murong family and the strong martial arts, it is not difficult to challenge us at all. ”

"Among the younger generation, his talent and strength may also be ranked in the top ten in the Great Zhou Dynasty!"

"The next Great Zhou Dynasty Heavenly Pride List will definitely have Murong Feng's name. ”

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The crowd of people watching was talking, and the voices of exclamation and appreciation came and went, Murong Feng, this name once again shocked them.

The people from the Murong family in the crowd heard the surrounding discussions, and then looked at the only golden bright spot in the square, their faces couldn't help but raise a proud smile, even the old man from the county king's mansion nodded appreciatively, obviously, recognizing Murong Feng's talent.

Murong Feng is located in the middle of the square, the closest place to the sword spirit, at this moment he is surrounded by golden light, in the light, there are countless sword shadows, one after another sword shadows with a domineering sharp intent, crazy around Murong Feng, within a hundred meters around Murong Feng, full of violent sword intent.

The lingering golden mangs began to skyrocket under the coiling of the sword intent, and after a while, they were suddenly retracted, and all the golden mangs and sword intent gathered together in an instant, and above Murong Feng's head, they actually gathered into a golden sword shadow.

The golden sword shadow exuded terrifying sword intent, and the entire square seemed to be filled with the humming sound of the sword shadow, shaking everyone's hearts.

Jian Cheng, the sword intent of the sword spirit has been thoroughly comprehended.

At this moment, Murong Feng himself was like a sharp sword, and the sharp intent of his body went straight to the sky, as if it was an unsheathed divine sword, about to pierce the sky.

The crowd secretly exclaimed, it was worthy of being a genius on the first day of Qingling County, just the aura on Murong Feng's body was terrifying, such a talent would be extraordinary in the future.