Alas, Lu Ming sighed in his heart, for a long time, he has been avoiding the Northern Spiritual Skill, what he is afraid of is that one day he will be blinded by the pursuit of power, and become the pursuit of power and seize power, but now he has become purely for the sake of power, ignoring a lot, and now as long as he looks back at it, he understands that everything in the world is actually power!

For a period of time, because of a series of things, I had to master the power as soon as possible, but I almost went off the rails!

Lu Ming smiled bitterly, turned his head to look at a big tree in the courtyard, this tree was almost ten meters high, and the sand-paved courtyard did not stop it from growing strongly, this is the power of the big tree!

Swordsmanship is also a kind of power!

Lu Ming's brows gradually furrowed, his brain was spinning rapidly, searching for memories that might have existed in the past, and at the same time began to expand and explore his cognitive understanding of kendo.

After thinking about it, Lu Ming used the sword of the ghost swordsman in his hand to start peeling the bark of the big tree, one sword at a time, one sword at a time, the movements were orderly, light and agile like a master of art scribbling.

Zhuo Ligetu stood on the balcony on the second floor of the small floor and saw this scene, and his brows couldn't help but wrinkle: "What is Lu Ming doing? Could it be that he is looking for materials to make a good sword? But on a big tree...... Even if you sharpen your sword, you don't sharpen it like that, do you?"

"That's right. Leng Jian's cold eyes flashed with strong surprise and doubt, surprised that he didn't know why Lu Ming had such a move, and questioned because Lu Ming was the youngest. Even a little younger than Qing'er, but among his own people, he is undoubtedly the deepest and most sophisticated, and he is very strict in his work, and he will not make a mistake in every step, but what is he doing now? Is it because he needs strength too much and can't find what he wants for a while, and he falls into deep thought?

But what can you find by peeling the bark of a big tree?

Leng Jian frowned, and thought through all the cognitions in his sword path with great difficulty. I haven't been able to find the slightest knowledge related to this scene. In other words, can Lu Ming's current actions have anything to do with kendo?

Qing'er was even more surprised, since the young master recovered from that injury. Because of the family. It's become quite a norm to do things. If he had such a move before, it would not be unusual at all, because only Tiancai knew a loser who changed his tricks and spent money to have fun. What kind of ideas can you come up with?

But what happened to the young master now? His move was definitely not out of nowhere, but what did he really want to find?

The Sword Saint of Destruction came to the balcony with his hands behind his back, and saw that Lu Ming was still peeling the bark of the tree, and his brows couldn't help but wrinkle, once upon a time, he had heard that some geniuses among the swordsmen were cultivating in retreat, but in fact, what they needed was not resources, nor materials, but thinking and inspiration. During the retreat, they may do anything, but it is not what they want to do, even if they eat and drink, it is completely instinctive, because their body, mind, brain, and even every little structure of the body are thinking with all their might, or clinging to that little bit of inspiration, and then the whole person will enter a state of miraculous subtlety, which is a bit like ...... Sleepwalking.

The Sword Saint of Destruction couldn't be sure if Lu Ming had entered this state, and he didn't dare to verify it, after all, that would disturb Lu Ming, and if this train of thought was broken, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The Sword Saint of Destruction stroked his beard and quietly watched as Lu Ming peeled the bark of the tree, and as time passed, the bark peeled off piece by piece, gradually revealing the outline of a sword.

Sword!The Sword Saint of Destruction's brows gradually relaxed, it turned out that this kid had been trying to find a sword of his own!

There are a lot of swords, weapons shops, blacksmith shops, you can buy a lot of them everywhere, but among a real swordsman like Lu Ming, he doesn't buy a good sword, that is, his own sword.

The Sword Saint of Destruction has been in a high position for a long time, and the layers of contact are countless, and from the perspective of a swordsman, he quickly discovered that Lu Ming's move was by no means rash.

And he could see that the last time he built a good sword like Twenty-Five Forging, it was actually not his full strength, because of time and materials, he could not continue to forge, but now although the time is in a hurry, he doesn't even have the mind to prepare the materials, it seems that he must have something in mind, and it must be related to this big tree.

"Okay children, tomorrow, you will have to face all the young masters in the entire Qing Yuan Prefecture!" The Sword Saint of Destruction looked at the many young faces one by one, and then waved his hand neatly, and said: "Hurry up and rest, adjust your state to the best, so that tomorrow, on the way of your sword, you can write a heavy stroke!"

Although everyone was not very reluctant, the facts were in front of them, so they all went back to their rooms and began to rest.

The old sword master walked slowly to the balcony, a pair of eyes that hid the essence of light, exuding a deep worry, he saw Lu Ming's state, he couldn't help but sigh quickly, as if talking to himself, "This kid ...... You're not going to be in a stalemate, are you?"

The mood of the old sword master, of course the Sword Saint of Destruction understands, and there has indeed been a peerless genius on the continent who has entered an unsolvable impasse in the process of thinking about the way of the sword, and finally died in it, while the people outside watched him exhaust the last drop of life force like a walking corpse.

The Sword Saint of Destruction shook his head and said, "You see him peeling the bark with a focused expression, as if he has walked into an alley, hehe, if you want me to say, you are concerned about it." You see that his demeanor is clear, his eyes are clear, and although he seems to have no boundaries between swinging his sword, there are traces to follow, which shows that his mind is clearly organized, and he knows what he is doing very well, and now we will give this young man a very independent space to do what he wants. ”

The old sword master nodded slowly, but when he turned around, he saw Lu Ming smiling and glancing at him, but when he looked over again, he was still peeling the bark, and there was no sign of movement on his body......

The old sword master was suddenly stunned, the scene just now was actually the sword intent released by Lu Ming, the child, and it was the sword intent transformation that could only be mastered after the sword intent was used to a certain extent!

The sword intent! It is the sword intent! It is the will of the sword!

Neither the mind nor the will is innate, it requires the swordsman to figure out, understand, know, control, and use!

This series of processes is indispensable, it not only reflects the swordsman's understanding of the sword, but also the swordsman's control of power and the application of the testimony to the perfection of the fire.

I didn't expect this kid's use of sword intent to reach such a point that he almost confused me, an old guy who had been fiddling with swords all his life!

The old sword master smiled, very happy, and after turning around and taking a few big steps, he raised his head and laughed vigorously, like a free and easy master who broke away from the mortal world.

This old monster...... Fang was still nervous just now, but now he was so rampant, it seemed that he was finally relieved! The Sword Saint of Destruction shook his head speechlessly, and turned to rest.

However, at this time, a small head on the balcony was exposed, and Qing'er held a cloak, quietly walked behind the young master, and sat down quietly.

The night passed quickly, and at this moment, the big tree in front of Lu Ming had long since disappeared, and the branches and leaves were scattered all over the ground, and among the piles of wood chips, a wooden long sword was quietly erected.

Qing'er rubbed her eyes, judging from the size, this wooden sword is almost exactly the same as the reincarnation sword that exploded before, and it is full of such delicacy and sharpness, but unfortunately, this is just a wooden sword anyway, just a wooden sword!

As soon as Zhuo Ligetu woke up and walked out, he saw Lu Ming carefully stroking the wooden sword in his hand, and immediately exclaimed: "Damn!

"Yes. Lu Ming nodded indifferently and said, "Today, I will use this sword to participate in the big competition." ”

"This ......" is as cold as a cold sword, when he saw that Lu Ming only had a wooden sword in his hand, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but tremble, with Lu Ming's financial resources and strength, Mo said that finding a good sword is the best sword in Fenghua City, as long as he wants to buy it, it will definitely be able to get it, but who can imagine that the good sword he said is actually just a wooden sword now? And it is carved from a big tree? This is completely inconsistent with Lu Ming's style of doing things!

Freshly baked ...... Nangong Huajian was dumbfounded, among all the people, only he had the shortest contact time with Lu Ming, but all along, he thought that Lu Ming was a genius like himself, and he was also impressed by the means shown by Lu Ming, but he didn't expect that Lu Ming, who had always thought that he was very reliable, actually made a wooden sword, and he still had to participate in the big competition organized by the Sword Hall?

It's a joke! And it's a big joke!

Nangong Huajian pouted and shook his head for a while, and said: "A swordsman, you must have a sword first, and then you can use the sword to become a swordsman, your sword is in the ring, and it is not cut off by someone else's sword......"

"Good sword!" The Sword Saint of Destruction snorted, and immediately strode over, his eyes looking at the wooden sword in Lu Ming's hand, but it was shining brightly, as if he wanted to see a peerless sword. (To be continued......)