"Woo Woo ......"

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The sound of two flying swords colliding with each other in mid-air reminded Ye Fan of the scene of lying on the quilt and brushing red envelopes during Double 11 and Spring Festival. In the past, although he scoffed at the marketing of red envelopes for a few cents, he was quite intoxicated by the scope of "artificial festivals" and was happy to share them with the public.

At the moment, Tong Wen and a fifth-layer Qi cultivator called Zhou Wenshuang, the generations of the Zhou family are "Zhaowen Deyuan", Zhou Wenshuang and Zhou Wenhao are the same generation according to their blood relationship, but according to the rules of the cultivation world, he must respect Zhou Wenhao as his predecessor. The flying sword used in the family is an ordinary pear blossom wood material, there is no opening, and it only contains a few spirit patterns suitable for using aura operation, and it is not even a formation. The Qi Cultivator wraps his Divine Thoughts in the Spiritual Qi and throws them into the flying sword, activates the Spirit Pattern to manipulate the flying sword, and the one who attacks the opponent first wins. Under normal circumstances, every time a Qi cultivator improves the Qi cultivation realm, the Divine Thoughts can expand within a radius of ten meters, and if they are condensed into bundles, the wider the range, and the closer they are to their own body, the more flexible the Divine Thoughts will be. Usually, two Qi cultivators with similar realms do not borrow external forces and external objects, and what they fight for in the end is the spiritual energy reserves. Zhou Wenshuang relied on his well-informed, superior young monks of the same realm in operation, and dominated the Zhou family's mid-level qi training for a longer time than the sword.

Zhou Wenshuang prides himself on being a senior master on weekdays, and after a few back and forth, he can't even take a novice who has practiced qi for more than a month, and he feels a little embarrassed on his face. He knew that Zhou Wenhao attached great importance to this child's text, and even faintly regarded him as the third person of the Zhou family, which made him, who had never seen the power of a warlock, a little curious, and wanted to try the depth. As soon as he got out, he felt that this warlock was really evil!

Usually everyone compares swords, and the two swords fight each other, because the flying sword contains divine thoughts, and when they collide, the aura ripples, and the sword body carrier oscurates, and the two have a great impact on divine thoughts. Ordinary cultivators who have not been cultivating for a long time have not been able to have their divine thoughts very strong, and it is not easy to leave their bodies, and they are dizzy and difficult to support after two collisions, and even the monks of the middle level of Qi cultivation rarely suffer from the exhaustion of spiritual energy, and most of them cannot support their divine thoughts before this. Divine Consciousness These things are not like the aura is exhausted, and you can absorb the essence of heaven and earth to replenish at will, they are very delicate, it takes a long time to recover after being injured, and it is light for it to break the muscles and bones for a hundred days. Originally, Zhou Wenshuang had been bullying the middle-level juniors for a long time with his divine thoughts, but he didn't expect that this Tong Wen's manipulation of the flying sword was not a divine thought at all, but a mutated mental power. He didn't need to activate the spirit pattern in the flying sword at all, he just used the invisible hand of mental power to "hold" the flying sword and fight with him, and after dozens of blows, Zhou Wenshuang intuitively felt dizzy, and there seemed to be countless Venus shaking in front of him. He launched a ruthless attack to control the flying sword to stab Tong Wen's body directly, and no longer fought with him, but he didn't want to suddenly spread a traceless telekinetic net from Tong Wen's flying sword, and forcibly entangled his flying sword and contracted, unable to move forward - this was clearly the effect of his telekinetic release, and there was no spirit pattern engraved in the flying sword to cast this spell at all!

"You're fooling!"

Dizzy, Zhou Wenshuang shouted rather angrily. Zhou Wenhao looked at it with a smile, he had already expected all this, otherwise he would not have allowed the middle-level cultivators of the fifth level of Qi cultivation to bully the junior level of the first level of Qi training.

The Qi Cultivation Realm is divided into ten layers, and every three layers are divided into a small realm, which is called the junior high level, and the ten layers are unique, called the consummation level, connecting the upper and lower levels. The gap between each small realm is the difference between cloud and mud, unless there are advanced exercises or spells to offset it, like Tong Wen, who uses the first layer of Qi training to rival the fifth layer of Qi training, all of them are talented and intelligent, and they are all people with strong luck.

"Hey, hey, hey~"

Facing Zhou Wenshuang's accusation, Tong Wen smiled, he knew that he and Zhou Wenshuang were very different from each other in the realm of cultivation alone, but who called him talented and born to be able to cast spells. The name of them in the outside world also comes from this, others have to learn spells and practice diligently, but they are born with it, as if they are the darlings of God.

Tong Wen's strength somewhat redeemed the decadent mood of some of the Zhou family monks, and since the day he broke out with a shocking blow and almost broke through the protective spiritual power of the Golden Horde's foundation, the Zhou family has held several informal discussions to study whether to tilt all the resources of the entire family to Tong Wen in the next step.

According to the records of the wild history, as long as the warlock who is not good enough to give him time to grow, he can at least match the foundation building monk in his later years by relying on natural spells, regardless of his attainments in cultivation. The warlock's innate ability naturally increases with age and cultivation, just like a martial artist tempers his physique, unlike a monk who has to face bottlenecks between each big and small realm, and it is normal to be entangled for ten or eight years at the door.

After thinking about it, the next batch to appear were Ye Fan and Zhou Demeng. In just over a month, Ye Fan crossed the first level of 100-day Qi training and Qi training, and advanced to the second layer of Qi training, while Zhou Demeng, who had practiced for ten years before him, was still stagnant at the level of the peak of the third layer of Qi training, which had to make Zhou Wenhao sigh that the Nether Huaxia in their mouths was really a treasure of feng shui, a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger.

"Zhou Demeng, please. ”

Ye Fan gave Zhou Demeng a look, said solemnly, and then concentrated on manipulating the flying sword, and after a few breaths, the flying sword rose into the air slowly, and his swaying posture was like an old lady possessing her body. Zhou Demeng chuckled, knowing that Ye Fan was sometimes quite serious, and he couldn't tolerate others to release water, so his slender fingers formed a sword-like shape, and he drew at Ye Fan several times, and said coquettishly: "Look at the sword!"

"Woohoo!"

Compared with Zhou Demeng's swift flying sword, the flying sword she controlled was like a terminally ill patient, she was like a sprinter flying at a gallop, facing this scene Ye Fan was on guard, and controlled the flying sword in a close range of only a few meters away from his body, so that the divine thoughts and aura would not escape due to long-distance transmission. If it is a mid-to-high-level cultivator, if you are not careful, you will be defeated by the opponent breaking through the defense line, and their divine thoughts are strong and the remote control is accurate, this move is insignificant.

"Bang bang bang!"

Ye Fan's flying sword protruded left and right under his control, shrinking his divine thoughts to only two meters, barely able to capture Zhou Demeng's sword shadow, and he didn't care about preserving his aura, he just tried his best to meet the opponent, and predicted the attack along the direction of the sword shadow, and he didn't have time to think about it at all. After resisting Zhou Demeng's five stabs one after another, Ye Fan suddenly felt that his head was swollen and painful to the point that it was about to burst, and hurriedly shouted to stop.

"Not bad......

Zhou Wenhao secretly praised when he saw this, he couldn't imagine that this Ye Fan still had the talent of the imperial sword, and the monks who had not been practicing qi for a long time couldn't even control the flying sword well, let alone resist the attacks of Zhou Demeng. Thinking of the hot place, Zhou Wenhao comforted himself in his heart, maybe it would be a good thing to leave Handan, which was brewing a storm. Mengzhou has been peaceful for a long time, even if there is harassment, it is a small share, and after a few decades, these two young talents have grown up, and it is unknown whether the Zhou family will be able to get a formal family when they open up the war next time.