Taking advantage of the beautiful moonlight, Chafeng did not return to his residence, but came to the martial arts training ground of the spiritual temple.

The martial arts training ground is built on a large open space between the north and south courtyards, which can also be said to be a large square, with several rings in the middle, leaving a large open space for the disciples in the courtyard to practice magic, the ring is mainly used for the disciples to learn from each other, and everyone usually practices their own magic on the open space.

At this time, it was late at night, the moon was in the middle of the sky, and the entire martial arts training ground was empty.

When he came to a clearing, he couldn't wait to take out the book directly from his arms, with excitement on his face.

"Ground-level swordsmanship, thunder sword!" Thinking of the old man's attitude of throwing it away, Chafeng was a little helpless, "Guarding the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, it is the ground-level swordsmanship at hand, who is that old man? Why did he give me such a precious thing? How did he know that I practiced swordsmanship?"

A series of questions appeared in Chasing Wind's mind, he remembered that he had never made a move, but at this moment Chasing Wind felt that he had no secrets to speak of in front of the old man, and all his hidings were as transparent as if they were clearly laid out in front of the old man.

"No matter, as long as it's good for me, it doesn't matter who he is!" I really couldn't figure it out, so I could only shake my head, retract my thoughts, and focus on the book in my hand.

"Thunder Sword, earth-level swordsmanship, created by the peak powerhouse Heavenly Sword Ancestor, once relied on this sword to kill the enemy beyond the ranks, and slashed the power of robbing the realm!

"The sword is like lightning, I'm afraid even the third-layer Guanme sword can't do it!" Chafeng muttered to himself, there was a light in his eyes, the power of this earth-level swordsmanship was a little unexpected to him, he slowly flipped through it for a long time, closed the book in Chafeng, and let out a long breath, "I owe that old man a favor!"

Although Chaser Feng didn't know what the strength of the realm tribulation power mentioned in the book was, but being able to cross the level to kill it showed that this earth-level swordsmanship was extraordinary! On the first floor of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, he hadn't even seen a book of Xuan-level spells, which showed that even in the Spiritual Cultivation Academy, the ground-level spells were probably extremely precious, but they were thrown to him by the old man at will.

Chasing the Wind doesn't think that he has anything that can be looked at by the old man, if there is, it is the mysterious selfless sword technique! But that is the deepest secret hidden by the Chasing Wind, and the old man will never know!

"I don't want to do that much!" Chafeng shook his head, and immediately wanted to start practicing the Thunder Sword, but suddenly patted his forehead again, he only remembered now that he didn't even have a weapon to use.

"Looks like we're going to have to find a chance to find a spirit sword!"

In desperation, Chafeng could only jump onto a big tree not far away, broke a branch, and used it as a sword for the time being!

Because the Thunder Sword is different from the Sword of Crossing Me, there must be something to take on the power and gather momentum in order to burst out its power! Although the Wind Chasing can condense into a sword, it will be too big in that case!

"The first type, the wind type, is based on speed, borrowing the wind to move, and killing instantly with one move!"

Holding the branch in his hand, he groaned softly, and the momentum of Chafeng changed instantly, becoming as fierce as a sword! There were bursts of spiritual power fluctuations around him, and the next moment, Chafeng's figure disappeared, and a sword qi appeared out of thin air, slashing forward, the air suddenly exploded, and there was a shallow sword mark on the ground!

"The earth-level swordsmanship is really too domineering, it seems that you have to find a sword first, at least it must be a magic weapon sword to withstand such a domineering power! This is only the first style!" Chafeng casually threw away the branches, shook his head helplessly, and the momentum of his body instantly converged, just like an ordinary person.

There are three types of thunder swords, the wind style, the swinging sword style, and the thunder style! The first style focuses on speed, and kills with speed before the enemy reacts! As a swordsman who has been immersed in kendo for many years, Chafeng knows very well the importance of speed to swordsmen. In the last life, very few people were able to catch the first move of chasing the wind, because he was fast enough! The second style of swinging the sword style focuses on strength, the momentum of opening and closing, and breaking ten times with one force!

"However, although this earth-level sword technique is very powerful, it is also extremely difficult to cultivate, first find the right spirit sword! The most important thing is the selfless sword technique! Break through to the third layer as soon as possible, whether it is to deal with the Divine Dragon Club or to meet the upcoming hunting conference, I have enough confidence!"

Putting the Thunder Sword in his arms, the figure of Chafeng jumped through the darkness, and soon disappeared into the darkness.

The next day, the news of the wind injuring the people of the Divine Dragon Society spread like a storm among the beginner disciples, and even spread among the inner disciples. Many beginner disciples were afraid to go out, hiding in their residences and practicing quietly, for fear that the people of the Divine Dragon Society would find them. However, the person in charge of chasing the wind is as if nothing has happened, he should eat and eat, and he should cultivate, as if the person who provoked the Divine Dragon Society was not himself.

Time passed day by day, and a month passed in a flash. To everyone's surprise, within a month, the people of the Divine Dragon Society did not even have trouble chasing the wind.

Chasing the wind is also happy, and even spent the remaining five low-grade spirit stones, went to a shop called the Divine Weapon Pavilion in the outer city to change a high-grade magic weapon long sword, and started the cultivation of the Thunder Sword again, and in a month, finally practiced the first style of the Thunder Sword to the fullest! In contrast, because there is no assistance of the spirit stone, the cultivation of the selfless sword technique has fallen, and there is still a distance from the third-layer Sword of Viewing Me!

Since the experience of the last spirit stone cultivation, Chaser Feng is not very satisfied with the current speed. If you continue to cultivate at the current speed, I am afraid that you may not be able to break through to the third layer in two months! Before, you may have felt that your strength was not enough, so you cultivated safely and steadily, and you wanted to reach the third level before making plans, but now that you have practiced the Wind Style, your confidence in Chasing the Wind has also increased greatly, and you suddenly have a plan in your heart!

"Return the book to the old man first, and then go to the Hall of Merit to have a look!"

made up his mind and chased the wind to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The sloppy old man is still the same as before, the standard sleeping position, if it weren't for the fact that the old man is fine, Chafeng really can't believe that he is far superior to himself!

"Yun Lao, I've finished reading the book!" came to Yun Lao and bowed to the wind.

"Huh?" Yun Lao's eyes suddenly opened, and the saliva at the corner of his mouth was instantly sucked back, and then he got up and looked at Chafeng, "Yes, I have practiced the first style in a month, and my talent is average!

Chafeng handed the book to Yun Lao, Yun Lao took it, but the book disappeared directly, and Chafeng's eyes lit up. When Chasing Wind wanted to ask Yun Lao why he handed over such a precious earth-level swordsmanship to himself, he saw that Yun Lao was already lying down, and it was a standard sleeping position, and a sparkling saliva on the corner of his mouth almost lit up Chasing Wind's eyes!

"I ......"

Rao is reliving a life, chasing the wind and almost bursting into a foul mouth, and a thousand grass and mud horses are galloping in his heart. But thinking of Yun Lao's mysterious strength, Chafeng finally endured it.

Leaving the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he came directly to the Hall of Merit.

The Hall of Merit is one of the most popular places for disciples in the Spiritual Academy, just because it can be exchanged for things needed for cultivation, such as elixirs, ritual weapons, exercises, etc., and similarly, the disciples of the Spiritual Cultivation Institute receive the same monthly cultivation resources here.

But today, Chafeng is not here to exchange things, but to take over the task! There is also a task bar in the Hall of Merit, which is used to motivate the disciples in the courtyard to practice, and you can get contribution points by completing the task, and at the same time, there is also a certain amount of spirit stone reward, and the contribution points can be used to exchange for cultivation resources, but the contribution points required are not low, and Chafeng is here for the spirit stone reward!

There were a few teenagers in the hall, and their faces changed slightly when they saw Chafeng, but Chafeng didn't notice it. Chase the wind to the taskbar and pick it up slowly. Chasing the Wind is an introductory disciple, and there are only one or two tasks that can be chosen, and the danger of this kind of task is generally low, and it is not challenging for Chasing the Wind at all.

"Huh?" Chafeng's eyes suddenly stared at a task, and the corners of his mouth turned slightly, "It's you!"

I saw that the task was written like this: The second-level task, chasing and killing the old man Guyun, in the early stage of the psychic realm, he was insidious and cunning, and he was good at disguise. There is also a note at the end of the task: Complete the task, fifty contribution points, fifty spirit stones, be sure to do what you can!

Chafeng smiled slightly, directly took down the task card, and came to the front of the hall platform. An old man in front of the stage leaned on the seat and squinted, and when he saw the wind coming, he only opened his eyes and closed them.

"Elder, I'm here to receive this month's cultivation resources, as well as this task!" Chafeng handed out his identity card and the task card, and said respectfully.

Once the task is accepted, it needs to be completed within three months, and if it cannot be completed on time, it will also be punished, and each disciple can only receive two tasks at the same time. Otherwise, anyone can take the task first and complete it slowly, which is unfair to others and inconsistent with the original intention of the monastery to set up the task bar!

The elder took the identity card and the task card at random, and couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the words on the task card, looked at Chafeng, and frowned: "Are you sure you want to take this task? This is even more dangerous than the ordinary third-level mission!"

Chafeng nodded, "The kid will do what he can!"

Hearing Chasing Wind say this, the elder didn't say anything, just sighed lightly, and after registering, he handed over a clue and identity token about the old man Lonely Cloud to Chasing Wind. Chafeng also did not linger, and left the Hall of Merit directly.

Looking at the back of Yun Feiyang leaving, several disciples in the hall had their eyes flashing, and they also quickly left the Hall of Merit.

......

In a large hall, a man in white stood with his hands behind his back, and behind him were three teenagers kneeling.

"Are you sure he's leaving the monastery?" the man in white said in a voice, unable to hear any emotion.

"Yes, President, a few of us saw him take on the task with our own eyes!" said several teenagers who were kneeling.

"Okay, you guys go down!" The man in white waved his hand, and after the teenagers left, the man didn't even turn his head, and said, "Bloody hand, I don't want to see that person appear in the monastery again, you know what to do, right?"

"Yes!" the burly man standing aside replied, and quickly exited the hall.

Only the man in white was left in the entire hall, he raised his head to look at the portrait of the golden dragon above the hall, there was no expression on his handsome face, but the red flame symbol on his forehead was terrifyingly cold!

"Having made you comfortable for a month is the greatest gift to you! The dignity of my Divine Dragon Society does not allow any ant to provoke!" After half a salary, a voice slowly came out of the man's mouth.

A hidden storm is coming......