Cultivating at night was just normal homework, and after a night of cultivation, Fang Li really liked the cultivation environment of this Guiyuan Dao Sect from the bottom of his heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 At the same time, I also understand to a certain extent why the disciples of the big sects are always very good, and at the same time, geniuses also appear in the big sects.

You must know that just this kind of cultivation environment is not something that ordinary people can compare, if two people with the same talent, if they can only exert eighty percent of their talents in a small sect, then the talent that can be exerted here is twelve percent, that is to say, the talent of the monks here is not only as simple as fully exerting themselves, but even being expanded to a large extent.

And after a night of repairs, Fang Li's injuries from being beaten by Zhou Qi yesterday had already disappeared, and even in the process of cultivation, he felt that many of the confusions before had already been understood, and it could be said that this beating had really improved Fang Li's combat effectiveness.

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After the sun rose in the morning, Fang Li packed up his clothes, put on the blue-striped feather dragon suit that was distributed, and matched it with the long sword that was distributed by the core disciple. At this time, Fang Li remembered that although he knew that his master lived on this Sword Grinding Peak, he didn't know where his master lived. You can only bow to the open space in front of you as a sign of respect.

"Master, I'll go first, you're fine!"

Fang Li looked very solemn, and just when Fang Li had just bowed down and had not finished his salute, a figure suddenly appeared in the space beside him, and after the figure appeared, it was impossible to say that it slapped Fang Li's head.

"Bastard boy, I don't know where Lao Tzu is to shout no, do you need this, Lao Tzu, I'm not dead yet!"

When Fang Li was slapped, he heard your angry voice, of course, Fang Li knew whose voice it was for the first time, and secretly said that it was not good, he didn't even dare to turn his head, and his figure disappeared directly in a flash, leaving Zhou Qi standing alone, shaking his head helplessly, and he didn't know whether it was better to cry or laugh.

At this time, Fang Li had already flown out of the range of Grinding Sword Peak and went to prepare for class.

In the Guiyuan Dao Sect, there are many courses held every day, and different courses are set up for different levels of monks, of course, the annual course is a piece of cake for Fang Li and the others to complete.

But when Fang Li came to the Six Arts Peak where he was teaching, he found that there were too many people here, because the inner disciples and the outer disciples could choose the same course, so when Fang Li came to the outside of the Six Arts Peak, looking at the scene of worshipping like a group of immortals, he stepped forward and gathered the two streamers towards the Six Arts Peak, and then separated out of their respective queues in an orderly manner, and flew in different directions.

Fang Li calculated, according to this kind of intensity, basically at least two-thirds of the disciples came to the Six Arts Peak today, and in this way, on average, each person would come here almost every day, which was already too much more than the prescribed class time.

Fang Li looked at the class schedule, and today he chose a course about swordsmanship, which can be regarded as a course between a theoretical class and a practical combat class.

When Fang Li was sandwiched between hundreds of people, he entered the kendo hall wearing a distinctive blue-striped feather dragon suit. Fang Li found that almost everyone along the way was looking at him intentionally or unintentionally, of course, Fang Li also knew that it was his own blue appearance that caused the trouble.

In the Guiyuan Taoist Sect, there are three main types of standard clothing, one is the cyan robe on a white background worn by the outer disciples, which is considered a magic weapon with good opinions. The inner disciple is a black and white gossip robe, and there is a big difference in rank, because this kind of clothing itself is the most important existence, from the upper grade magic weapon to the lower grade spiritual weapon.

Further up is the blue-patterned feather dragon suit that Fang Li is wearing, and the eye-catching color seems to clearly tell everyone that he is different. In fact, the elders of China and Mongolia are not required to wear the prescribed clothing.

In this spacious kendo hall, most of them were outer disciples wearing cyan robes, and only more than twenty people were inner disciples wearing black and white Tai Chi Taoist robes. As for a core disciple like Fang Li who was wearing a blue-veined feather dragon suit, there was only one person.

After the people in the class were basically all there, in the midst of the bell ringing in Chenshi, a long sword appeared out of thin air in front of Fang Li and the others, and a man in a white military uniform and about twenty years old with sword eyebrows appeared in front of Fang Li and the others.

When choosing a course, Fang Li naturally knew who this was, not any of the nine elders, but like Yuan Rang whom Fang Li had seen before, he could be regarded as an elder who was not in power in the sect.

Elder Emerald Sword!

The cultivation in the later stage of the Xuan Realm can be regarded as a very powerful master among the Guiyuan Dao Sect. Because the Nine Great Elders are not only highly cultivated, but also the colleagues who hold the power of the sect are actually responsible for a lot of things, usually the nine elders are relatively busy, even if there are lectures, it is very limited, most of the time, it is the more idle elders in these sects to teach.

In fact, what Fang Li didn't know was that although the monks who arrived at the Xuan Realm all had their own cave peaks in the sect, at the same time, these elders were also under the leadership of the Nine Great Elders.

For example, the second elder Zhou Qi, in the sect, Zhou Qi is responsible for criminal law, but even if the Guiyuan Dao Sect is quiet and peaceful, there are also many things that Zhou Qi needs to deal with, if he does everything himself, even if Zhou Qi does not cultivate, he will not be busy. Therefore, there are also several elders of the Xuan Realm in the sect who are under the leadership of Zhou Qi, of course, Fang Li's strength is not enough now, if Fang Li's strength can be a little higher, there are also Fang Li's things in it, and it can even be said that after a period of time, when Fang Li is familiar with everything here, he will also help Zhou Qi deal with the affairs of the sect, or carry out the tasks of the sect.

Although Elder Cuijian's cultivation could not be compared to Zhou Qi, as a lecturer of this kind of combat course, his comprehension of kendo was naturally not comparable to that of ordinary people.

At the beginning of the lecture, Fang Li felt greatly inspired, and after an hour of explanation of the theory of kendo supernatural powers, there was a practical demonstration.

Of course, this time is better, everyone did not choose to fight each other, but directly appeared in the kendo hall hundreds of dolls made of metal, each of which was made of a hundred alchemy, the size of the puppet was almost no different from that of a normal person, each puppet held a long sword with a cold light in his hand, and Fang Li could see at a glance that the long sword was actually a low-grade spiritual weapon, just the long sword had the degree of a low-grade spiritual weapon, and the level of this puppet was even more than that.

"Next, you can compete with this kendo puppet and test the results of your learning today. Just remind you in advance, this puppet can reach exactly the same realm as you under the urging of the spirit stone formation, and each puppet has mastered a kind of sect's top-grade sword dao supernatural power, which can definitely be called a master!"

After finishing speaking, the emerald sword elder put the sword back into its sheath, but when he turned to leave, he suddenly turned his head to everyone and said strangely, "Don't worry, they won't want your lives!"