Chapter 0029, [Thirteen Swords of Fengyun]

On this side, Lin Xiao was thinking about what Yi Tian said, but Yi Tian continued to say, "And I, I want to stand at the peak of this world!"

This is the pinnacle of the world!

What a great dream it must be!

When will we reach this so-called peak?

The ancients cultivated the Tao for only a thousand years, from Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor to Taoist Laozi, it has been inherited, resulting in the situation that the status of the warrior is noble today, and strength is the last word.

And "the coexistence of the virtual and the real" is just just stepping into the threshold of the path, and breaking through to the realm of transformation is the beginning of the path.

In the real qi realm, the gas in the dantian is completely cloud-like, whether it is in terms of color or texture, it is exactly the same.

Imagine that the cloud-like matter within the dantian can be controlled by itself and transformed into any shape, which is completely a new realm.

But how can the realm of transformation be achieved casually?

Some people spend their entire lives pursuing this legendary realm, and in the end they are nothing more than skeletons.

And some people, luck can be described as against the sky, and they break through to the realm of transformation at a very early age, which is really more human than human, and it is infuriating!

Both of them were staring at this starry sky, and after a long time, Lin Xiao retracted his gaze, seeing that his apprentice had grown up, and the experience of being eight years old seemed to be bad news, but how could it not be an opportunity?

As long as we can get rid of the shadow of failure, then the future achievements are immeasurable. If we can't cross that hurdle once, let's rush ten times, rush a thousand times, ten thousand times, as long as we maintain a belief, we will definitely be able to take that step!

"Yi Tian, what realm are you in now?"

Lin Xiao asked curiously, he was also very strange, since Yi Tian started to cultivate, no matter how low his strength was, as long as Yi Tian did not use Xuan Qi, Lin Xiao always couldn't see through his cultivation, as if someone had placed a special seal on Yi Tian's body.

"Master, this is a secret that can't be said!"

Yi Tian smiled mischievously, at this moment, there was no usual wisdom and calmness at all.

Seeing this scene, Lin Xiao felt very real, maybe this is what a sixteen-year-old should look like, right?

This young man seems to have endured a lot of things, he is not only carrying Lin Xinran, not only Jianlan Sect, he is carrying the whole world!

Following.

It was just dawn, and the pale blue sky was still studded with a few sparse remnant stars.

The earth was hazy, as if shrouded in a light veil of silver-gray.

There was a sound of chickens crowing in the Jianlan Sect, one after another, singing a hundred harmony, just like a fresh morning song, welcoming the arrival of dawn.

It was dawn, the mountains to the east were dark blue, the pale sky above them was fainting, and the clouds above the horizon were shining like red gold.

And it was on the horizon where heaven and earth meet, a cyan black shadow was sitting on the top of the mountain.

This figure is naturally Yi Tian.

After talking to the master yesterday, he did not return to the room, but took the earth as the bed and the sky as the quilt, feeling the mystery of heaven and earth.

At this moment, his body was shrouded in a purple aura, which was slowly climbing and dispersing towards the surrounding areas of heaven and earth.

The morning breeze was blowing in the gorges, and the clouds and mist in the deep streams were filling. As soon as the wind blows, the clouds and mist slowly rise, very softly.

Let the light of Yi Tianjing, who is in the meditation, flash, and the clouds move with the wind, but let the clouds and mist permeate between heaven and earth in the most gentle way.

And why can't your own sword destroy the enemy by the gentlest method, and thus cause the enemy to die silently.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in Yi Tian's mind, holding a sword in his hand, named Lone Star. That figure is Yi Tian's phantom!

And he is learning the sword!

Yi Tian felt that if he wanted to go further in his swordsmanship, he would never be able to go further by relying solely on the swordsmanship created by others.

And Dugu Nine Swords, only attack but not defend.

If you rely on it to kill your enemies every time, you will inevitably cause unnecessary trouble. And Yi Tian, what he is most afraid of is trouble.

The clouds move with the wind, very gently, without the slightest sense of disobedience.

Yi Tian's sword also moved with the wind, without the slightest move at all, the figure in his mind kept dancing, and faintly, there was a set of outlines of swordsmanship.

Suddenly, the clouds and mist in the mountain stream rolled, as if the clouds were roaring with the wind, and it was also like a confrontation between the clouds and the morning wind.

Yi Tian saw it in his eyes and suddenly had a realization.

The clouds can move with the wind because the wind is not forced and is very gentle. But the clouds and mist are roaring with the wind in an instant, so why can't my sword turn sharply and catch the enemy off guard?

Just thinking about it, the sword blade of the figure in his mind turned, and there was a storm pouring out, and the aura of wind and clouds changing color permeated the swordsmanship.

But in an instant, the terrifying power of heaven and earth disappeared, and in exchange for a gentle force waving, this was the exchange of Yi Tian's self-created sword technique.

"What is this set of swordsmanship called?" Yi Tian thought for a moment before deciding, "Let's call you [Fengyun Thirteen Swords]!"

Yi Tian was freed from the meditation, and the lone star in his hand waved again, comprehending a thousand times, it was better to actually try the lone star in his hand.

The sword waved with the morning breeze, looking very soft, as if Yi Tian and the sword were integrated with heaven and earth, without a sense of disobedience.

The morning breeze blows, Yi Tian's long hair is flying, and the lone star in his hand is flying, like a butterfly dancing gracefully between heaven and earth.

"This first sword, let's call you [Soaring Wild]!"

As soon as the words fell, the Lone Star Sword in Yi Tian's hand turned sharply, without giving people time to react at all, and the morning breeze blowing in the air also became uneasy with this swift sword.

The wind was violent, rolling up the clouds and mist in the mountain stream, and suddenly rolling non-stop, rolling straight up with the mighty wind, obscuring half of the sun.

"This second sword is called [Storm and Clouds Covering the Sun]!"

Yi Tian stopped, the lone star in his hand no longer waved, standing on the top of the mountain, watching the dawn sun rise, feeling refreshed physically and mentally.

Today's Wujian has gained a lot, which makes Yi Tian have a faint sense of superiority in his heart, but at the same time, he knows that he still has a long way to go.

Today, it's just luck.

Only then did he realize the Thirteen Swords of Fengyun.

The first sword - like a frightening sword.

The second sword - the wind and clouds cover the sun.

Turning to leave, Yi Tian was full of ambition, he believed that one day in the future, he would definitely be able to stand at the top of this world-

The hall of the Sword Lan Sect.

There are already six purple-clothed disciples waiting here, except for these six people, they are the white-haired old men Lin Jianghao and Lin Xiao.

As soon as Yi Tiancai walked into the hall, he heard Yi Chen's complaint, "Big brother, how can you be so slow? The city lord personally invited us to his mansion for a gathering, and you are still procrastinating!"

"You, you must have taken a fancy to the daughter of someone else's city lord, otherwise you wouldn't be so excited. Yi Tian gave Yi Chen a big grunt and scolded with a smile.

"Brother who knows me. But it's not the daughter of the city lord, that little girl, eighty percent like you, big brother, and ignore me. But when I want to mention you, that look in my eyes is amazing, full of love!"

Yi Chen seemed to be a living treasure, making the entire hall laugh, and even the white-haired old man, who didn't seem to smile all year round, showed a hint of a smile.

"you!" Yi Tian put away his joking face and said hello to Lin Xiao and Lin Jianghao, "Grandpa Lin, master, let's go first!"

Lin Jianghao didn't speak, just nodded, but Lin Xiao waved his hand and said, "Go!"

"Dad, grandpa, then I'll go with my senior brother!" Lin Xinran also said hello.

"Let's go, let's go! Really, it's not that we can't meet again, what are you doing so grandly!" Lin Xiao scolded with a smile.

"Yes!" the crowd shouted in unison.

In a moment, there were only two people left in the hall, Lin Jianghao and Lin Xiao.

"Dad, are you ...... doing this?"

Lin Xiao didn't continue to say anything after saying that, he believed that the old man must have understood what he meant.

"Since ancient times, if a sect wants to carry forward, in addition to talents, it is indispensable to educate people. And in the process of education, a red face and a black face are indispensable!" Lin Jianghao explained, "Since you have a red face, then I can only sing black face!"

"But ......" Hearing Lin Jianghao's words, looking at the old man's appearance of blowing his beard and glaring, Lin Xiao said curtly, "In this case, wouldn't it give a few elders a chance to grab the handle?"

"They? no, they don't dare!"

To be continued.

ps: I'm trying to save the manuscript, in order to recommend it on the homepage, I'm also quite hard.