In the next period of time, Anping's life became extremely regular, and he tried to minimize contact with Tang San's master and apprentice in the academy, so that their plans fell through, and it was best not to appear in front of them to annoy people.

There are classes in the academy, and there are no classes to practice the swordworth, for which Anping bought a Qianjun stone, which is small and heavy, and the goal of Anping's first stage is to keep it flying around the body, and the longer the better.

As time passed, Anping discovered the problem, and when Anping was in the first stage, the same soul power lasted for different degrees of deviation.

"Why, why is there a deviation in time?" Between thoughts, An Ping, who was wandering around the academy and thinking about problems, walked to the street, and An Ping heard the sound of tinkling bells and clanging bells.

I happened to get off work in the blacksmith shop, and I saw two blacksmiths walking and talking.

"Uncle Haote, why don't you feel very tired after finishing your work, I'm almost tired after a day of forging."

"First of all, you are not strong enough, secondly, forging is not the greater the strength, the better, each material feels different when forged, find the most suitable force, use every part of your strength, and you will be like me after a long time."

The middle-aged blacksmith patted the young blacksmith on the shoulder.

An Ping's eyes lit up when he heard their conversation, "Yes, the right force, I just preliminarily completed the sword, and each time the sword has different soul power consumption in the near and far ranges, and the control power is not up to standard, so there will be deviations."

At present, Anping's imperial sword can only be five meters around the body, and the soul power will dissipate if it is far away.

For the deviation of Edgeworth, the soul power control is not enough, and the easiest way is to hit the mosquito with a cannon, only knocking off the mosquito's wings, but the mosquito will not die.

The method of practice was found, and then it began to be implemented, and soon it was rumored that there was a strange person who used his martial soul to cut mosquitoes, ants, and rats every day, but fortunately, Anping was attacking the animals that everyone hated, and he didn't dare to give other people's pets a look, and he couldn't afford to pay if he didn't control it and killed him.

Time flies, time flies, in a blink of an eye, three years have passed, Tang San's addiction to iron has reached level twenty-nine, and our protagonist Anping has been promoted from level thirteen to level nineteen in three years, and it takes an average of half a year to upgrade one level, which shows the big gap.

The setting sun fell on An Ping's face, and An Ping stopped his sword, "It's been three years, and the sword technique is still so slow to break through." ”

In the past three years, Anping has successfully made the sword technique from scratch, and his next step is to go from near to far, the effective range limit of Anping sword art three years ago was five meters, and the limit of the effective range of the three years has only expanded by one meter.

"What's wrong?" An Ping thought as he made his way towards the dormitory.

Back in the dormitory, Anping saw that the bed next to him was missing, and he was a little puzzled.

At this time, Wang Sheng explained in a timely manner, "Tomorrow's graduation ceremony is over, his teacher came to him in the afternoon and said something to him, and Tang San and Xiao Wu left. ”

An Ping bowed slightly at Wang Sheng.

In the Seven Houses at night, everyone entered the state of cultivation.

An Ping simply packed up his things and prepared to start his plan in the night.

Wrote a letter.

"Tang Hao, the wanted criminal of the Martial Soul Palace, lives in seclusion in the Holy Soul Village in the south of Notting City, his son Tang San, twin martial souls, innate soul power, Blue Silver Grass and Haotian Hammer, Tang San is on his way to Soto City."

Then he stuffed the letter through the window into the Martial Soul Hall of Notting City, and took advantage of the night to head towards the Holy Soul Village.

Out of the Notting City Gate, Anping took out the map marked by the village chief from his bosom and began to search.

At night, there is only a faint moonlight in the forest, walking in the direction indicated on the map, gradually coming to a place, with the wall standing thousands of miles can completely describe the mountain in front of you, although the slope and the ground do not form a ninety degree angle, but sixty or seventy degrees are completely there.

An Ping, who had been practicing the sword for three years, of course would not be stopped by this difficulty, and then summoned the martial spirit, landed on the sword lightly on the tip of his toes, and then stepped on the sword and left, although it could not be maintained for a long time, but the soul power of the nineteenth level was more than enough to carry the weight of a twelve-year-old child for a period of time.

After a while, I went deep into the mountain range, heard the roar of the waterfall, and finally appeared in front of me over several large trees and waterfalls.

Without the slightest hesitation, he summoned the martial soul with a leap of life, and rushed towards the cave behind the waterfall with his sword.

An Ping, who entered the cave, patted the water droplets on his body and walked inside with the only moonlight.

Slowly entering the interior, the light slowly appeared, and what caught my eye was a blue silver grass with golden fine lines.

Anping's main purpose was to steal the soul bone, and he didn't have any grudges against the Blue Silver Emperor, so he didn't care about it.

I touched the stone walls around the cave, and successfully got the stone box from a stone wall protrusion.

Without the slightest hesitation, he took out the soul bone and attached it to his right leg.

At this time, Tang Hao must be on the way to Soto City with Tang San, and the cave is the best place to absorb it.

As soon as the soul bone approached the right leg, with a crisp buzzing sound, a cool breath poured into the right leg from all directions, then soaked into the flesh and bones, the root bones, and finally merged into the meridians, and circulated in the meridians in the body at a very fast speed, without any discomfort and hindrance, the cool and comfortable feeling made An Ping tremble slightly.

Anping enjoyed this comfort very much, and gradually sank into it.

When I woke up again, it was already dawn, and I felt the condition of my body carefully, I had already broken through level 20, and with the soul power full of my body, it should be more than level 20 after absorbing the soul ring.

Looking up at Chaoyang Anping, he sighed, "I finally have some achievements in this world." ”

"The Martial Spirit Hall should have also seen that letter, let the bullets fly for a while, and go to the Star Dou Great Forest to go to the second soul ring first."

On the other side, the bishop of the Martial Soul Hall of Notting City saw the letter from his subordinates, and immediately sent his subordinates to the Holy Soul Village to verify it, and then turned out the record of the awakening of the martial soul that year, and was shocked when he saw the blue silver grass full of innate soul power, and hurriedly went to write the report materials, so that his subordinates could be sent to Wuhun City urgently.

Wuhun City.

"Your Majesty, there is an urgent report of overstepping in Notting City."

The Guardian of the Temple.

"Bring it in."

Bibi Dong, who read the emergency report, didn't say anything, and his figure flashed and his reality disappeared.

Offering Hall.

A handsome man with blond hair was standing in front of a huge idol with a pious face.

"What are you doing here?"

The blonde man said to the air behind him.

Then no one appeared behind him, and when the blonde man raised his hand, there was an extra piece of paper in his hand, and after reading it, a trace of heartache appeared on his face.

He knew everything back then, although Qianxun was killed by Bibi Dong, but Tang Hao's responsibility couldn't escape, and he hammered Qianhiro for a soul beast, which gave Bibi Dong a chance.

"Let the sixth and seventh go with you, it's enough for you to have chrysanthemum ghosts under your hands."

The blonde man waved his hand.