Wang Yan still did not agree to Jiang Feng's invitation in the end.

First, he didn't have much interest in the so-called breathing method, he had the refining power of the Xianxia world, and he didn't have much demand for the breathing method.

Second, with his grades, he can go to a more top-notch academy, and the Fifth Military Defense Academy of Great Xia is close to the bottom among the top ten martial arts academies in the entire Great Xia.

For a worthless breathing method, he couldn't afford to give up the top martial arts academy and sign up for the first military martial arts university in Great Xia instead.

After being politely rejected by Wang Yan, Jiang Feng's face showed a rather obvious look of disappointment, but he didn't say anything, but changed his mind, even if Wang Yan refused his request, he still planned to pass on the breathing method to Wang Yan.

In Jiang Feng's words, for the sake of the future of the entire Great Xia, a genius like Wang Yan is worth cultivating with all the resources that Jiang Feng has.

This made Wang Yan feel a little guilty in his heart, speaking of which, Jiang Feng was also kind to him, and he had taken more care of him during this time.

Now, although he rejected Jiang Feng's request, Jiang Feng didn't care at all, and still wanted to teach him the breathing method.

No matter how thick Wang Yan's skin was, it was not thick to this extent, and under all kinds of excuses, Jiang Feng finally didn't insist, but just told him that if he regretted it at any time, he could come to him at any time, and he would still pass on the breathing method to Wang Yan.

……

Dream World.

Wang Ember walked in the thin gray mist, a tattered wooden sword levitating behind him.

That's right, levitating.

After hunting and killing many zombies turned into by outer disciples, Wang Ember obtained a lot of useful magical spells.

This is one of them, called Edgeworth.

This is not a rare magic spell, it is one of the lowest level spells of the Thousand Yang Sect, and it can be used only by building a foundation realm.

Wang Ember advanced in the gray mist, the tattered wooden sword hovered behind him like an osprey, flying into the gray mist on both sides from time to time, flashing back, followed by a muffled sound in the gray mist, followed by the sound of sand and gravel spilling, and black lines shot into Wang Ember's body from the gray mist.

This mysterious wooden sword from that little Taoist boy was extremely sharp, and everywhere it passed, it was almost impossible for Wang Yan to see any zombie in the area of this outer disciple who could block the power of this little wooden sword.

Now that he has mastered the Edgeworth, he is almost like a steamroller to move forward without hindrance, and now that he has stepped into the late stage of foundation building, his true energy is far greater than before, and hunting the zombies in this gray mist is like mowing grass.

Wang Ember walked all the way, his sense of consciousness was released, and wherever he passed, as long as the zombies appeared in Wang Ember's perception, they were all beheaded by Wang Ember with a sword, and they were simply neat, without dragging the mud and water at all.

But any zombie who dares to approach Wang Ember will become his nourishment in an instant.

The location where Wang Ember is located today is a long street, with a strong ancient style, and the streets are lined with crooked residences.

This is where the outer disciples live.

After stepping into the late stage of foundation building, at least in the area where the outer disciples are located, Wang Yan already has the capital to run rampant, so he will not have to be cautious with every step.

Brush!

The small wooden sword hovering behind his head moved again, and once again went straight to the side of the gray mist.

Boom!

However, this time, there was no immediate sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and the wooden sword quickly turned back, and the trajectory was a little crooked, and it turned out to be a futile.

"Huh?"

Wang Yan looked up in some surprise, only to see several zombies slowly stepping out of the corner of the gray fog-shrouded street in front of him.

Although the costumes still worn by these seven zombies were rotten, it could still be seen that they were the costumes of the outer disciples.

In the hands of each zombie, there was a broken iron sword, rusty, as if it might fall apart at any time.

Between these zombies, their steps seem to form a strange connection, colluding with each other, and there is a faint sense of sharpness.

It seemed that walking slowly towards Wang Ember was not a few rickety zombies, but a sword, a sharp sword.

Wang Yan's face became slightly solemn, and the wooden sword hovered behind his head, waiting for him.

Several zombies walked very regularly, staggering towards Wang Ash, when they were only a few meters away from Wang Ash, they suddenly took steps, and seven zombies suddenly rushed towards Wang Ash, fast but not messy pace, suddenly dense and clear sounded on the street, the moment they approached Wang Ash, the seven zombies slashed out at the same time in an instant.

Obviously, the seven zombies were just a sword, but in an instant, there were countless strong winds in the air, and the gray mist was torn apart by the sword light, and for a moment, Wang Yan only felt as if he was covered by countless sword qi, and the sky was full of sword blades, and his head was shrouded.

"What is this? Sword formation? ”

Wang Yan was surprised in his heart, and suddenly pinched out a sword trick with both hands, and the small wooden sword behind his head turned into an afterimage and flew out.

Ding Ding Ding!

The sound of continuous sharp weapons colliding sounded, and the small wooden sword staggered backwards, but the seven zombies were unmoved, and the seven rusty iron swords stabbed towards Wang Ember at the same time.

Rumble!

At the moment when the seven wooden swords were about to stab Wang Yan, suddenly a violent explosion sounded, and a ball of flames rose into the sky, and the blazing fire wave instantly engulfed the seven zombies.

Wang Yan's figure appeared outside the wave of fire, and the moment he threw out the three flame burst talismans, he quickly retreated, and immediately withdrew from the explosion range of the flame burst talisman.

Whoop!

In the midst of the raging flames, suddenly a violent wind sounded, and seven rusty iron swords pierced through the flames and stabbed at Wang Ember again.

The seven zombies were unharmed, as if they were covered by some kind of invisible barrier, and they actually resisted the raging flames outside their bodies, and the tongue of fire licked them, but they couldn't hurt the zombies at all.

Wang Shen had already expected that the power of the Flame Explosion Talisman was indeed not small, but the realm of those seven zombies before his death was very likely to be in the late stage of foundation building, and it was undoubtedly a bit wishful thinking to solve it with just three Flame Explosion Talismans.

He didn't panic at all, and while he quickly retreated, he shook his hand and threw out a few flame explosion charms.

Boom Boom!

Seven flame burst charms exploded in an instant, and the flames more than doubled in an instant, wrapping the seven zombies in it, and the strong impact force dispersed the steps of the seven zombies that were connected to each other for a moment.

The moment the pace was scattered, the invisible barrier outside the seven zombies seemed to collapse in an instant, and the tongue of fire surged up in an instant, and the flames instantly wrapped around the seven zombies, and the seven zombies let out a terrible howl, and the little rotting flesh and blood left on their bodies were quickly burned into black charcoal in the flames.

As soon as Wang Yan's heart relaxed, he saw the seven zombies howling, and his pace quickly adjusted, returning to the state of collusion before, and the power like an invisible barrier appeared out of thin air again, blocking the surging tongue of fire.

The seven zombies howled, and once again raised their swords to stab Wang Ember.

"None of this is dead? Xiaoqiang? ”

The tenacious vitality of these seven zombies also surprised Wang Yan, and while retreating quickly, he was also ruthless in his heart, and felt a talisman from his body.

At a cursory glance, there are no less than a dozen.

This is nearly half of the Flame Explosion Talisman that Wang Ember has carved and accumulated in the dream world in the past few days, and he wanted to use it slowly, but these zombies in front of him are so tenacious, and I am afraid that these dozen or so Flame Burst Talismans will have to be consumed here.

"Give me death!"

Wang Yan's heart was horizontal, and while shaking his hand to throw out all the more than a dozen flame explosion talismans, he himself retreated like lightning, only to withdraw a few hundred meters away in an instant.

The moment the body retreated, the True Qi Seal attached to the dozen or so Flame Explosion Talismans instantly detonated.

Bang!

The huge explosion sounded on the long street, as if a bomb exploded on the long street, Wang Yan even felt that the street under his feet trembled, and the impact of the explosion made Wang Yan's body stumble even if he withdrew a few hundred meters at the first time, and the hot air wave rushed into the air, burning Wang Yan's face painfully.

However, when he looked at the seven zombies at the center of the explosion, he found that the seven zombies were still not dead, but their limbs were somewhat mutilated, some of them had lost an arm in the explosion just now, and some had lost their legs.

The zombies were completely scattered, and could no longer maintain the most subtle steps, but they still howled and struggled to escape from the flames.

"Go!"

Wang Ember pinched the sword technique, and the wooden sword behind his head flew away suddenly, flying into the raging flames, one circled, like a steel wire around the necks of several zombies, and the heads of several zombies immediately slipped down from their necks, and the headless corpses knelt down in the flames, and soon they were completely submerged.

The wooden sword spun around and flew back to Wang Yan's side, this wooden sword was made of unknown materials, it was far harder than gold and iron, and it couldn't even burn a single flame at all.

Unfortunately, when Ember got it, it was already broken and corrupted by time.

If this wooden sword is still intact, I am afraid that the lethality will be even higher.

Whoop.

Seven black lines flew out of the flames and burrowed into Wang Ash's body.

Wang Yan closed his eyes and digested the memories of the seven zombies, and soon, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"In the memories of those zombies, there is even that magical formation!"

The realm of the seven zombies before their deaths is most likely to be at the point of the late stage of foundation building, with Wang Yan's current strength, he can control the wooden sword with the sword technique, not to mention that he can kill the zombies in the late stage of foundation building, but it is also a matter of a few times.

These seven zombies were so difficult to deal with, they actually forced Wang Yan to use all the flame explosion talismans accumulated during this period of time, and it was not easy to kill them, relying on the formation formed by their collusion with each other.

It is called the Seven Xuan Sword Formation.

The flames burning on the long street gradually extinguished, and the thick layer of gray viscous material that had been laid on the ground was burned to the ground, and the air was filled with an unbearable stench, like the stench of an incineration plant.

All that remained was a large pool of ash and seven iron swords.

Wang Ember walked over and crouched down to examine the seven iron swords.

The seven iron swords had been burned to the point of almost deformation by the blazing flames just now, but it could still be vaguely seen that there seemed to be some kind of dense pattern all over the iron swords.

This is somewhat similar to the lines on the rotten wooden sword in Wang Yan's hand.

"This seems to be some kind of refining weapon formation, if this pattern is complete, maybe I can also try to refine such a strange weapon in the real world......"

Wang Yan gently stroked the broken lines on the wooden sword, feeling a little pity in his heart.