"From now on, you tie stones to your ankles and wrists, and you do whatever I do."

Everyone tied something weighing thousands of catties to their bodies as if they had eaten bitter melon, and the heavy feeling made them unable to move an inch.

Wen Yi: "Start swinging the first sword!" ”

Not to mention wielding a sword, they can't even lift their hands!

Wen Yi was also tied to four black stones, and she stood on the high platform with a blank face and raised her hand to swing her first sword.

The sharp sword is like lightning that splits the night.

The light flashed, and a terrifying ravine as deep as a hundred feet suddenly appeared in everyone's eyes.

In a flash.

All the beautiful male cultivators who were mourning were silent.

Be quiet.

Deathly silence.

The sound of the wind became extremely harsh in everyone's ears, and they couldn't help but hold their breath and look at the impossibly delicate and beautiful girl.

"You say that I am not worthy of practicing qi mirrors, then at least you should be more outstanding than me in the foundation realm cultivation." Wen Yi said coldly: "Now I can wield this sword, if you can't do it, don't show off your cultivation in front of me." ”

Kendo practice, cultivate sword qi, gather sword intent, and condense sword momentum.

The hard work under the thermometer is no less than anyone else's.

"Master." Shang Shang saw that he couldn't even lift his hand, and he was so anxious that he burst into tears: "The disciple has embarrassed you." ”

Thermometer: "......"

She didn't let the merchant tie a thousand catties.

No matter how cruel he is, he will not embarrass a six-year-old child.

"It's enough for you to tie two hundred pounds." Wen Yi divided his stone into four pieces, each weighing fifty catties, "For the teacher, I will teach you to breathe and breathe." ”

With a six-year-old hairy child looking for opportunities in the secret realm, it was the first time that the temperature instrument array was in the array.

While the other monks were trying to raise their hands and swing their swords, the merchants also learned to breathe and breathe, and gather their breath and concentrate.

He is very talented and can learn almost everything.

Wen Yi was not in a hurry to let him practice the Ruthless Dao, but first strengthened his physique.

The other side.

Gong Yiyuan stood by the river, and the mountain wind blew the bangs on his forehead, "You mean that Wen Yi didn't take her group of male cultivators to run around the mountains and fields, gangsters or fornication in the wild, but let them practice swords with weights?" ”

The cardinal disciple who came to deliver the news nodded heavily: "Back to the young sect master, yes." ”

"Alright, don't worry about it." Gong Yuan's voice was still gentle, but there was a ruthlessness in his eyes, "Act according to the original plan, and remember not to clash with the people of the Purple Cloud Palace." ”

He was not afraid of the Purple Cloud Palace, but to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Gong Yiyuan did everything possible to enter the Qingyun Secret Realm, of course, not just to play with his disciples.

"It's the Young Sect Master." Gong Yi paused, "The young master already knows that the Seventh Elder is practicing swords, what should I do if I want to find trouble?" ”

Gong Yuyuan pinched his temples that had a headache, "If he wants to die, let him be." ”

The world thinks that Gong Yiyuan dotes on his nephew, but in fact, all this is just superficial work.

Who likes someone with average qualifications?

Moreover, Gong Yiyuan and his brother are half-brothers, and Gong Yipan's father has long since died, and his grandfather fostered the child in his name.

The public also saluted: "Yes." ”

......

"The treasures in the Young Master Qingyun Secret Realm are really as many as stars."

The disciples of the Cardinals saw something good stuff stuffed into their storage bags like locusts crossing the border.

In just a few hours, half of the spirit plants and spirit trees in the Qingyun Secret Realm fell into their pockets.

The public loser looked at their unproductive appearance, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a mocking smile, "Mouse eyes." ”

These things are good, but where can they compare to the human Lanzhi grass, it is a Xuan-level genius earth treasure.

Treasures and treasures are divided into heaven and earth.

These three categories are divided into upper grade, middle grade and lower grade.

If you can get Laneige grass, you will win a small half.

At this moment, the disciple who was sent to monitor the Purple Cloud Palace by Gong Losing Pan ran over, "Young Master, we have found the traces of the people of the Ethereal Illusion Mansion. ”

"Where are they?" The public loss has a psychological shadow on Wen Yi, can't you still disgust her if you can't beat her?

The disciple pointed in one direction, "They practice swords over there." ”

"Come to the secret realm to practice swords?" The public loser was confused, he didn't know what Wen Yi was planning, "Let's go, let's take a look." ”

Whatever Wen Yi wants, he destroys.

Who let Wen Yi not give him face.

He wrote down this hatred!

......

"Seventh Elder, my hands are too tired to lift, can the weight of the black stone be reduced somewhat?" A beautiful male cultivator looked at Wen Yi with spring eyes, trying to exchange his beauty for Wen Yi's conscience.

"Don't use your face to seduce me, in terms of beauty, you are a big difference from me." Wen Yi took a self-portrait in the mirror, and she sorted out her slightly messy sideburns:

"As for the weight, as long as you say that you give up and you quit, I will immediately send you out of the Qingyun Secret Realm."

The beautiful male cultivator wiped the beads of sweat off his face, and he squeezed out an ugly smile:

"I can do it, it's just a thousand pounds!"

In addition to Wen Yi, the other beautiful male cultivators were also in pain, but none of them said to give up.

If you give up, everything will be wasted.

Wen Yi didn't care at all whether the Ziyun Palace and the Cardinal had obtained the Lingzhi grass, the Sad Heart Bell and other genius earth treasures or magic weapons needed for the Wanfeng Grand Ceremony, she took care of herself to train this group of beautiful male cultivators who were not successful, and were afraid of the heavy.

In just a few days, this group of white-skinned and beautiful people were tanned and yellow, and their palms and soles of their feet were blistered large and small.

Wen Yi did not stand in place and camp to live, but led them all the way to the depths of the Qingyun Secret Realm.

The fragments of the Ice Thunder Immortal Sword and the Qianyuan Immortal Sword, Wen Yi was determined to get it.

She didn't put = hope on this group of beautiful male cultivators who had no ambitions.

Instead, he planned to train their muscles and bones, and let them practice when their physique was strong enough to adapt to the killing array.

As he walked, his spiritual intuition made Wen Yi feel an unprecedented danger.

"Hide." Wen Yi gave an order, and everyone hid in an orderly manner.

In the past few days, Wen Yi has let them swing their swords and practice them in the morning and afternoon.

At noon, these people were taught how to distinguish Ganoderma lucidum and their effects, and how to make talismans.

Swing a sword and practice swords at night.

When everyone saw that they could get benefits, they naturally cooperated.

"Master, is there any situation?" The merchant hid under a wide leaf, his little fair face tanned, and his eyes bright and shiny.

"Stand here and don't move." Wen Yi flew into the air with a solemn expression.

She relied on her spiritual instincts to find danger.

Hiding his figure, Wen Yi saw the disciples of the Cardinal Courtyard hiding high on the mountain peak.

There were about eight or nine disciples of the Cardinal, and they were huddled together in a circle, as if they were plotting something.