"I've seen your three senior brothers. ”

On the top of the Humble Peak Cliff, the sound of gentle footsteps suddenly sounded from behind Fang Chen, and before the young man turned around, the old peak master's voice had already fallen.

"Fang Chen has seen Senior Brother. ”

So, Fang Chen, who had just gotten up, paused slightly, then turned to look at the three people walking behind him, and bent down to salute.

"Meet the Master. ”

"Hello junior brother. ”

The three of them walked side by side towards the old peak master and Fang Chen, first respectfully bowed to the old peak master, and then turned their heads to look at the new junior brother.

The man in white who covered his eyes was carrying the wooden sword behind him, as if he had noticed the difference in the sword weapon behind Fang Chen, the corners of his mouth suddenly filled with a smile, and he called out the little junior brother with satisfaction.

The young man without arms, the two wide sleeved robes were raised backwards in the breeze, and the young man looked at Fang Chen's tattered disciple's robe, as if he was quite curious about where the master had found such an eclectic little junior disciple.

The man with the green jade wine pot hanging from his waist seemed to be the youngest of the three, but he was quite sensitive to the three words of junior brother, as if because he thought that he was about to get rid of this name, he was the first of the three to call out the three words of junior brother.

"Okay, Fang Chen, this is your third senior brother Xun Liu, fifth senior brother Xu Xin, and eighth senior brother Xing Yan. ”

"This is your new junior disciple, and he is also a closed disciple of the teacher, Fang Chen. ”

After seeing a few people on the cliff looking at each other for a moment, the old peak master of Humble Peak smiled lightly, got up and walked in front of Fang Chen, and said loudly.

"In the future, for the teacher to teach Fang Chen, the three of you need to supervise at all times. ”

"Yes, Master. ”

replied in unison.

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After the battle on the battlefield in the north decades ago, most of the elite of Qingshan Humble Peak was lost, and the inheritance was faintly interrupted.

It wasn't until not long ago that after the Qingshan Chengjian ended, the four disciples who held the inheritance sword weapon entered the Humble Peak with nearly fifty new disciples, and the flame was rekindled.

It has been three months since the sound of the sword on the Sword Ridge resounded through the four fields.

Within these three months, the few elders of Humble Peak began to truly guide the cultivation of this group of new disciples.

In the bamboo courtyard of the mountain behind the Humble Peak, Fang Chen, who worships the master of the old peak, in addition to receiving the same daily teaching as the rest of the disciples, also needs to go to the three senior brothers to practice kendo.

Midnight.

Moonlight is like water.

On the top of the cliff at the top of the Humble Peak, a young man dressed in the robe of a Qingshan disciple closed his eyes tightly, and his hands were intertwined in front of his chest to form a complex mark.

Shen Yuan slowly volleyed in front of him.

"Fang Chen, the skill of the sword is focused on the traction of the mind, and Shen Yuan is a rare spirit sword, so with your cultivation in the three realms, you should be able to use this sword, concentrate your mind, and shoot the sword at me. ”

Standing in front of Fang Chen, Xu Xin's eyes, which had no arms, were particularly bright under the starlight. Looking at the quaint long sword that was constantly trembling in front of Fang Chen, Xu Xin's expression was solemn.

Fang Chen, who heard the voice, frowned slightly, and his face still showed no joy or anger.

But the abyss hanging in front of him slowly turned the tip of the sword towards the starlight as Xu Xin expected.

From standing upright to lying horizontally, Shen Yuan's U-turn was not an easy task for Fang Chen in the lower three realms, but under the tenacity of the young man, the sword body still gradually stabilized.

Then the sword flashed.

Shen Yuan, known as one of the four great sword weapons of Qingshan, suddenly let out a clear sword roar at the same time that Fang Chen opened his eyes, and then swept towards Xu Xin.

Seeing such a sword weapon attacking, Xu Xin's brows trembled unnaturally, and then the corners of his mouth twitched, and the clouds and water around the cliff were intertwined into a gray and white sword weapon.

Facing the abyss.

There is a hidden sword qi scattered.

After repelling Shen Yuan with the Yunshui Sword Weapon, Xu Xin walked in front of Fang Chen with a light smile, and waved his sleeve robe to pull up this little junior disciple who was already a little weak because of too much mental consumption.

"You have passed the basic sword technique assessment on Xing Yan's side, and the first test of the Three Realms has also been successful today, and the foundation sharpened by the body of the Sword Yuan is really extraordinary, and you can go to the Sword Cliff to break through the Four Realms tomorrow. ”

Although the cultivation of the lower three realms was extremely easy, it only took three months to break through to the third realm, which was something that only a very few Tianjiao could do in Qingshan, not to mention that Fang Chen spent half of his time on kendo cultivation.

Therefore, seeing that the sword Dao Yuanhai in Fang Chen's body was almost overflowing, Rao was Xu Xin, who boasted of his talent, and it was inevitable that he would feel a little envious in his heart.

The body of the sword element is really extraordinary.

After saying goodbye to Xu Xin, Fang Chen only rested for a moment, and then turned to walk towards the back mountain.

During the three months of cultivation of Humble Peak, Fang Chen not only followed the third senior brother Xun Liu to browse the sword scriptures, but also followed Xu Xin to practice the method of sword control, and learned to hold and draw swords under the guidance of Xing Cheng in the back mountain.

As the old peak master said, the cultivation of sword cultivation and the cultivation of Qingshan are nothing more than to teach Qingshan disciples how to hold a sword and how to use a sword.

Xing Yan, who was originally chopping firewood outside the green mountain, seemed to have deliberately transferred the place of chopping firewood to the back mountain for the sake of the cultivation of this new junior brother.

There is a large forest of purple ironwood that grows luxuriantly.

Fang Chen came to the back mountain, in the middle of the lush purple iron wood forest, there were dozens of purple iron trees that had grown the most upright, and eight of them had already been cut down to the ground by sword weapons.

As a purple iron wood that is hard enough to rank in the top ten among the spirit trees recognized by the Great Xia Smelting Division, it is impossible to leave any traces on it with ordinary blades without the assistance of martial artist Wu Yuan when cutting down this kind of spirit wood.

And Fang Chen, who was about to swing his sword in front of the Purple Iron Wood Forest, the sword weapon he held in his hand at some point was not the abyss of the clouds.

It was a wooden sword made of purple iron and wood branches.

The only advantage of cutting wood with such a sword weapon is that the purple iron wood gives the sword a toughness, so that the sword will not break during the logging process.

But the wooden sword is also destined to have no chance between the sword weapon and the word sharp.

Standing in front of a purple iron tree that was more than ten zhang high, his eyes were clear in the faint starlight in the mountains, Fang Chen held the hilt of the wooden sword with both hands, and took a deep breath of cold air.

Then he let out a low sigh.

Swing your sword and slash down.

The wanton sword Dao Yuan Hai on that side seemed to suddenly have a wave when Fang Chen swung his sword.

Sword element circulation.

The wooden sword, which originally seemed impossible to produce the slightest destructive power, suddenly burst out from the blade of the sword when the young man dropped the sword.

The sword body intersected with the purple iron wood, and it was enough to cut out a sword mark more than a foot long from such a spirit wood.

Even the sword is even more than three points into the wood.

"That's right, among the cultivation of the lower three realms, with such a sparse sword element wrapped in a wooden sword, you can cut out such a crack in the purple iron wood, just in terms of the sword element operation of the sword, you are already at the peak of the same realm. ”

Fang Chen was inevitably a little tired when the sword fell, but the young man was still staring at the sword body where the purple iron and wood intersected, thinking about what was still lacking in Fang Cai's sword.

Until the voice with three points of joy behind him sounded.

"Senior Brother Xing. ”

Fang Chen turned around with a smile on his face.

"Little junior brother, what the master said a few days ago, there are four floors in the way of the sword, under the earnest teaching of this senior brother, and now you can be regarded as officially entering the first floor of the word "art", four buildings and eight floors, and you will really start to climb the tower in the future. ”

Walking to Fang Chen's side with the green jade wine jug in one hand, Xing Yan's brown eyes suddenly swept a little smug, this disciple who was ranked eighth under the knees of the old peak master of the Humble Peak, put his other hand on Fang Chen's shoulder quite casually, laughing and drinking.

"Senior brother, the eighth floor of the fourth tower, what floor are you on now?"

Sticking the wooden sword in his hand into the ground casually, Fang Chen turned his head to look at the eighth senior brother beside him, who was still smiling with three points of sorrow between his eyebrows, and asked with some curiosity.

"Little junior brother, the first three floors of the four buildings of Shu, Mind, Heart, and Dao are all foundations, and they can be said to be the ladders of cultivation in order to climb the last Dao Tower, but the stairs are there, but it does not mean that you can walk over and enter another building.

Therefore, there are people in this world who practice swordsmanship, sharpen their sword hearts, comprehend sword intent, and walk three buildings to the top of the building one after another, but they do not see the top scenery of the fourth building.

There are also people who only choose one building to practice, and when they climb the building, it is the time to enter the Tao.

As for your senior brother and me, that's really a glimpse of the scenery. ”

Fang Chen's words fell, but Xing Cheng pondered for a rare moment, and then took a sip of turbid wine, laughing and explaining to Fang Chen.

"Is the sword path that reaches the top of the three buildings and the sword path that reaches the top of one building the same building at the end?

Regarding the statement on the eighth floor of the fourth tower of the sword dao, although Fang Chen had already learned a lot when he studied the sword scripture, his true understanding of the sword path realm was obviously not as good as Xing Yan's, so he asked again.

"Little junior brother, from different towers to the top of the sword, the last glimpse of the scenery must be different. Therefore, the end point of kendo cultivation is often that the avenue is not high, and the path is strong or weak.

Walking only one building and walking four buildings, although the latter will take more time, the view from the final summit is bound to be more dazzling.

This is also why, the path that our three senior brothers have led you is completely different, after all, our junior brother will definitely go further than us in the future. ”

Reaching out and patting Fang Chen's shoulder, Xing Yan's gray pupils suddenly flashed a bit of sadness, and his eyes swept past the little junior brother who had only been in the business for three months without a trace, with a look of anticipation.

"Okay, junior brother, continue to practice, although you are very hardworking, and your achievements are already among the best among your peers in Qingshan, but compared to your senior brother, it is still a little insufficient, after all, when you were the most chic eighth senior brother in the three realms, you once cut off the purple iron wood with a sword. ”

Raising his hand to take another sip of wine, when he put down the wine jug, Xing Cheng had already collected the emotions in his eyes, took out the wooden sword on the ground and threw it to Fang Chen, Xing Cheng finally squinted and smiled, and then walked towards the way he came.

Looking at Xing Cheng's back carrying the wine jug and carrying the breeze away, Fang Chen shook his head lightly while holding the wooden sword in his hand.

"Chic is really chic, but when the Three Realms break the wood, it seems that it is really as the third senior brother said, and the eighth senior brother loves to brag the most. ”

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The moonlight fades.

It was the rising sun the next day.

After wielding the wooden sword to cut off the purple iron wood, Fang Chen also returned to the bamboo courtyard to sit and rest.

After a night of practicing with the Qingshan Naling Method Green Jade Technique, the fatigue caused by last night's cultivation in Fang Chen's body had been swept away.

So, when the sky was just dawning, Fang Chen pulled Zhang Ziping and the others, who had been cultivating in the morning, to the misty green mountain sword cliff.

When the morning sun rises, the bell of the green mountain rings suddenly.

So, after the four of them glanced at each other, they stepped into the Nine Stacks of Sword Formation together.

Today, Fang Chen entered the sword cliff.

I want to break through the four realms.