Time flies, a year and a half have passed, and on top of the sword, Qian Linghan, who is wearing a white and gold costume and has long blond hair, is wielding a long sword made of special materials, and the long sword does not open.

I saw Qian Linghan closing his eyes, slashing at the air, and all kinds of swordsmanship came at his fingertips, without any confusion or pause.

Qiandaoliu on the side bowed slightly, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, and with a step on his foot, a small gravel kicked towards Qianren's cold face door.

Qian Linghan, who was swinging his sword, seemed to sense something, opened his eyes suddenly, looked at the small stones that were coming towards the door in front of him, and hurriedly smashed them with his fists.

"Okay, good, Xiao Han, you can sense the stone attacking, the first layer of the sword realm, the unity of the human sword You barely stepped into the threshold, the foundation of grandpa's teaching has basically been taught to you, and the rest can only be explored by yourself." Qiandaoliu was pleased, blindly following him to learn and imitate his swordsmanship, so that the future is just to become the next him, only by letting Qianrenhan walk out of his own way, can he have the possibility of inheriting the throne of the god ancestor.

"I got it, grandpa."

Qian Ling Han nodded, looking at the dust on his panicked defensive fist, a trace of dissatisfaction appeared in his heart, and the flexibility of the use of the sword was still a little worse, after all, if it was a real battle, he used his fist to resist instead of the sword, then one of his hands was estimated to be crippled.

At this moment, Guangling Douluo, an old urchin in a snow suit, fell to Qiandaoliu's side, smiling.

"Guangling, what are you doing here if you don't go to cultivate, and you have to mess around." Qiandaoliu said solemnly, it's okay for Guangling to play with his granddaughter, after all, his granddaughter has not awakened the martial soul and has not officially started her cultivation, but his grandson is really like a soul master, he has high hopes for Qianlinghan, how can he throw the precious sword training time to Guangling scourge.

Guangling smiled and said, "Big brother, Xiaohan, I have good news to inform you."

Qiandaoliu asked, "What news?"

"Xiao Dong'er, she has calmed down the influence of the Killing Capital, and she will be back soon."

Qian Ling Han frowned, so fast, Bibi Dong walked out of the killing capital half a year ago to calm down the murderous aura, he expected that it would take at least a year to calm down the murderous aura, but it turned out to be half a year earlier.

"Then we'll talk about it when she gets back." Qiandaoliu calmed down his emotions and admonished: "Xiao Han, practice your sword well, strive to completely enter the realm of human and sword integration, don't mess around with Guangling."

Qiandaoliu also glanced at Guangling Douluo warningly, and left.

"Grandpa Guangling, accompany me to practice." Qian Ling Han stopped Guangling Douluo, who was about to leave.

"Huh? Xiao Han, how does grandpa accompany you to cultivate, our weapons are completely different. Guangling Douluo said with a smile, he used a bow, and Qianrenhan used a sword to guide the use of soul power and control him, but Qianrenhan did not awaken the martial soul.

Qian Ling Han waved a sword flower and replied: "Grandpa Guangling, you are not the most powerful archer soul master in the mainland, you can hit wherever you want to hit with an ice arrow in one hand, and you can turn around at will, come and try to aim at me, I use my sword, and your arrows can be regarded as actual combat simulation."

"That's good." Guangling simply agreed, a person's life should be happy in time, with his talent, reaching the current realm is already the limit, instead of sitting stupidly in the cultivation secret room and doing those meaningless meditations, it is better to have fun.

Ten meters away, two yellow, two purple, five black nine soul rings appeared under Guangling's feet, one was taller than his entire person, the whole body was ice blue, and there were blue-purple ice at both ends of it to form a wing-like decoration, and extremely gorgeous bows and arrows fell into his hands.

"Xiaohan, be careful." Guang Ling's right hand gently pulled the bowstring, and the chill released around his body condensed into a finger-sized Xiaoice arrow, under the control of his meticulous soul power, this Xiaoice arrow could not even penetrate the bark.

The bowstring shook slightly, and the Xiaoice arrow flew out at a speed of ten meters per second under the control of Guangling Douluo's soul power, which was not even one-tenth of the speed of the civilian hunter's bow and arrow, which was enough to prove what a terrible state Guangling Douluo's mastery of his own cultivation had reached, and the old urchin really had no place to cultivate before starting to play.

The sword flashed, and a crisp cracking sound of ice sounded.

Qian Linghan smiled: "Grandpa Guangling, I haven't practiced in vain in the past year and a half."

"Oh yes? Then grandpa will increase the amount. ”

Guangling Douluo's soul power condensed again, and three Xiaoice arrows of the same size as before appeared, and the three paused before and after shooting out in less than a second, and its speed was even faster than before, but it was shattered by Qian Yuhan one by one.

"Xiao Han, your mother will be back in a few days, why weren't you happy when you heard it before?" Guangling asked, the movements in his hands did not stop, trying to distract Qian Ling Han's attention and increase the difficulty.

"Happy, why should I be happy, she will come back when she comes back, if you don't talk about it, I'll forget about her." Qian Linghan replied, not having any superfluous movements in his hands because of answering the question.

Guangling didn't surprise and muttered: "This kid is really indifferent, and Xiaoxue is completely at the opposite extreme."

A minute later, an ice arrow passed through the Thousand Chill defenses, floating on his right shoulder, making close contact with his clothes.

"Alright, Xiaohan, that's all for the practice." Guangling sucked in his hand, and the ice arrow returned to his hand, turning his fingers back and forth.

"It's not over yet, Grandpa Guangling."

Two heavy objects landed sound, and Qian Linghan shook his wrist and drew his sword again.

Guangling was slightly stunned, then chuckled and said, "You kid, then come again."