Fiddling with it in a new way, Jiang Ding quickly figured out the role of this Jin Dan clone.

To put it simply, this is something similar to the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, the Great Sun Heavenly Pool, the Aoki Immortal Sect, the Aoki Ancient Tree, the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, the Xuanwu Armor, etc., all of which can give immortal cultivators a huge advantage out of thin air in some aspects.

Don't look at the teachers, but this is a top school in Xianmen!

Dinghai Zhenjun and others, on the road of growth, eliminated many monks with their own abilities, so as to obtain.

The vast majority of the Yuanying Monks did not have any at all.

"When the time comes, continue to cultivate, or go home?"

Jiang Ding thought for a moment.

"Go home, I haven't been home for three months, I'm homesick."

The Taiqing Flying Sword was withdrawn, and the figure flashed, flying into the distance with flickering lines.

In its place, only a naked teenager was left, with long hair reaching to his waist.

I thought about it for a moment.

He paused the comprehension deduction of the concealment spell "Magnetic Concealment", slowly stood up from the silver-white coffin, and gently grabbed it around with one hand.

Blue mana flashed.

On the ground, some parts of the silver-white metal ground became soft, and silver-white metal filaments were pulled out, surging towards the body, weaving and winding on the surface of the body, refining one or two with mana from time to time, and inscribed the first and second order formations.

A moment later,

A silver light robe was draped on the young man's body, shining with spiritual light, and the color of his body changed and turned cyan again.

"Superior Ritual ......"

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and felt it for a moment, and said with satisfaction: "It is so fast to refine a high-grade magic weapon with only a single material of the first order and lower grade such as silver spirit iron." ”

"Dude is worthy of being Jindan Ancestor, this is too strong."

With a thought, a blue maglev cloud rose into the sky.

Even if he doesn't have a magic weapon, his speed is the top among Jindan monks.

"The flying sword without the main body slows down all of a sudden."

Jiang Ding said enviously: "With the Taiqing Flying Sword, with the Xiaocheng-level "Magnetic Sky Flash", you can break through the space and fly away, and the Jindan monk can't compare." ”

The blue clouds are gone.

……

In the middle level of a building.

Wei Hu, as well as men and women in their twenties to their fifties and sixties, lined up in a neat line, waiting anxiously.

"Wei Hu, are you sure Senior Jiang will really come?"

A burly man asked again: "If the seniors don't come, I won't do it, my Dongyang education and training has done a good job, and it is quite profitable, enough for me to support my old age and raise children." ”

"That's right!"

"Me too."

A circle of people followed.

As a very famous teacher in the cold weapon education and training industry, their income is good, and over the years, they have also adapted to their work, and they don't want to change, and it is very difficult to poach a large number of people.

"Senior Jiang said yes."

Wei Hu did not promise or guarantee anything, but only showed them the reply he received.

Some Qi cultivators and mortals were not qualified to ask the Jindan cultivators to do anything, so they could only wait for the results.

"That's fine."

The burly man was relieved.

As long as Jin Dan did promise, even if he didn't come, it would be worth waiting for a few days and months, and it would not be a waste of time.

"You kid didn't make it up."

The people around him were smiling.

Someone showed a look of yearning: "Senior Jiang, he is the one with the highest achievement in Xianmen cold weapons, this trip, even if we don't learn anything, if we publicize it, our reputation will go to a higher level." ”

"What's this fame?"

Some people disagreed: "Most of us can do a good job in the cold weapon industry, most of them have love, and it is not in vain to be able to see a higher level of swordsmanship." ”

"That's right, let's get to this point, we don't have to worry about food and clothing, and it's not difficult to make a small fortune."

"If you can go one step further in cold weapons, you can work for nothing without paying."

The people around him echoed.

On the horizon, a blue maglev cloud streaked across the sky.

A young man in Tsing Yi stepped on the clouds, stood with his hands in his hands, and flew at great speed.

"The whole team!"

"Don't drop the chain!"

Wei Hu Chuanyin said in a low voice, whether these people are famous elders of the Xiandu Education and Training Institution or not, his tone is very rude.

The people around him were not angry, and even behaved even more unbearable, some of them had sweaty palms, stiff steps, and deformed movements.

Jindan Ancestor!

Extend life for 600 years, and the power is boundless.

Don't look at the powerful term of this true monarch flying around in the news, in fact, many people have never seen Brother Jindan in their lives.

At the age of Brother Jindan, even their father and grandfather have to obediently substitute themselves as children here, rather than boasting of being a famous cold weapon in the teaching and training world.

A young man in Tsing Yi flew here, and the clouds scattered under his feet.

"Yes, Senior Jiang."

Wei Hu took the lead, and the remaining more than sixty Qi cultivators and innate martial artists saluted respectfully.

"Well, hello guys."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly, and didn't talk nonsense: "Everyone, practice basic swordsmanship once, innate martial artists practice basic swordsmanship, and qi cultivators practice basic swordsmanship." ”

"Yes, Senpai!"

Wei Hu and others are also accustomed to this style, and they claim to be.

They don't usually come into contact with the Jindan monks, but the Zhuji monks still see them occasionally, and their style has always been straightforward, and they finish their work as soon as possible to cultivate, and they don't have so much time to greet each other.

Sonorous!

Woohoo!

For a while, the sword light here lit up, more than 60 people drew their swords at the same time, the silver light flashed around the innate martial artist, and the qi cultivator flew the sword in the air, practicing the most basic swordsmanship, the sword qi and the strong wind were overflowing, and it was very lively.

After many people practiced, they secretly glanced at the young man in Tsing Yi in front of them and quickly retracted it.

Jiang Ding's expression was calm, and there was no look of joy or anger.

"Xianmen, sure enough, there is no soil for cold weapons."

He lamented in his heart.

"The sword moves are stiff and rigid, overemphasizing the tricks, partial moves, vicious and ruthless, but it can produce results in a short period of time and improve the score, but the future of the sword path is blocked."

"Has there never been anyone who takes care of them?"

"And this is not a person's preference, most people are this kind of quick success routine!"

Jiang Ding knew that, in fact, no one cared.

Parents and schools only need to produce results in a short period of time.

Long-term?

After the college entrance examination, you will talk about a fart for a long time.

"Wei Hu, the bayonet sword style should be like this......"

Jiang Ding didn't substitute his emotions, and said as softly as possible, coaxing a child: "The imperial envoy flying sword will be cut out naturally, don't think about anything sharp, this is the edge that naturally appears after the imperial sword is proficient, and there is no need to deliberate." ”

As he spoke, many places in Wei Hu's meridians and divine soul marked the improper use of mana and divine consciousness.

Under the Jindan peak-level divine sense and sword intent, the shortcomings that were difficult for these Qi cultivators to find were clearly visible.

"Yes, Senpai!"

Wei Hu struck a spirit, and hurriedly followed the guidance of his divine sense, and stabbed out a sword with a flying sword again.

The power of the sword stab did not go any further.

Instead, it becomes messy and floating.

"Senior, it's too dull ...... down"

Wei Hu's face turned red.

"It's okay, do it again, take your time."

Jiang Ding encouraged: "No one can learn it over and over again, and after a long time, they will learn." ”

From school,

Teacher Zhang Dingjun, Teacher Guo Kui, and then Dinghai Zhenjun, Killing Spirit Zhenjun, and Teacher Yuan, no one was impatient and spoke ill of him because he couldn't learn many times.

As their student, he naturally did not lack patience.

"Is your name Liu Ling? Liu Ling, the sword chopping style should be ......"

"Classmate Guo Dongzheng, when you take out the sword, don't always grit your teeth and try your best, the innate true qi and strength are the same, which will reduce the speed and strength of the sword......"

Jiang Ding's divine sense was divided into more than sixty shares, and it was easy to find the inappropriateness between their sword moves and teach patiently.

(End of chapter)