In this way, Ling Feng only needed to focus on cultivating the other two exercises, practicing the "Heavenly Light Cloud Shadow Sword Technique" in the bamboo forest during the day, and meditating on the couch at night, practicing the "Phoenix Dance Nine Heavenly Formula", and the spiritual power of the "Purple Emperor Proud Heavenly Technique" was allowed to operate secretly in his body, and he couldn't be in a hurry if he didn't care about it.

In this way, a month passed, Shui Rou had come to test his cultivation progress, Ling Feng left some bottoms, did not dare to expose all his strength, and only used five success forces to compete with Shui Rou.

Rao is like this, which also makes Shui Rou praise him a lot, love him a lot, and give him high expectations.

Time flies, half a year is fleeting, Ling Feng practices every day, but he feels that his life is full, but after a long time, when he calms down, the shadow of Yan Zhiyan always appears in his mind.

I don't know if she has been doing well in the past six months, do you remember my good friend, has her illness improved?

It's a pity that Ling Feng hasn't learned the art of the sword yet, so he can't go to Yao Wang Feng to visit her, and he can't help but feel stunned.

"Little junior brother, what are you sighing for?" At this time, a beautiful voice like a silver bell came from behind him.

"Senior sister, why are you here?" Ling Feng turned his head to see that it was Zhao Nanruo approaching.

Zhao Nanruo looked at his lost expression, and couldn't help but smile and said, "What's the matter, junior brother, senior sister came to see you, are you still not happy?"

"Of course it's not Senior Sister, you're very nice, the back mountain is desolate, you always come to me to play in your free time, it's too late for me to be grateful." Ling Feng said hurriedly.

"That's - I was sick with lovesickness, right, I seem to remember that on the day of the apprenticeship, you kept staring at a girl, she looked very pure and beautiful, it seemed to be called Yan - Zhiyan, right, now you have worshiped the Medicine King Peak. Zhao Nanruo said playfully.

"Senior sister, don't talk nonsense, what······ Lovesickness. Ling Feng's gaze dodged, not daring to look at her.

Zhao Nanruo smiled and said: "Little junior brother, you have grown up, you should have someone you like, what's so embarrassing about this." ”

Ling Feng's face was blushing, and he was secretly angry, and ignored her anymore.

"If you want to see her, Senior Sister will take you there, last time I went to visit Master Baicao with Senior Sister Yang. Senior Sister Yang has a magic weapon for flying, but I don't need to bring her the sword. Zhao Nanruo said seriously this time.

Ling Feng's eyes lit up and said, "You don't have to take me with the sword, can you teach me the sword technique?"

Zhao Nanruo was surprised: "Why, haven't you started to learn the sword technique yet?"

"Master didn't teach me!" Ling Feng said truthfully.

Zhao Nanruo patted his head and said: "I don't know what's going on with the master, I don't even teach you the introductory swordsmanship, and now the disciples who have just started to learn the swordsmanship have been practicing the swordsmanship since half a year ago, and now many juniors and sisters have completely mastered it." ”

Ling Feng said in frustration: "I have never been in contact with the outside world here, and I don't know anything about what my fellow disciples and sisters are cultivating. ”

Zhao Nanruo said dumbly: "Then what are you cultivating in the back mountain all day?"

Ling Feng took out the two secret books from her arms and showed them to her, her face changed suddenly, and she exclaimed: "It's the supreme technique of the lineage 'Phoenix Dance Nine Heavenly Technique' and Master Wan's famous stunt 'Heavenly Light Cloud Shadow Sword Technique', oh my God! ”

Ling Feng was surprised: "I thought you were also practicing these exercises every day, is this exercise rare?"

Zhao Nanruo really wanted to punch him hard, and said calmly: "The Nine Heavenly Techniques of the Phoenix Dance This set of exercises can only be cultivated by a very small number of our disciples in Luoxia Peak, and they are all some of them with high talents, fast entry, and other exercises can be taught by the master when they practice them at home." It has been decades since I came to Luoxia Peak, and I have only practiced the "Phoenix Dance Nine Heavenly Formula" to the second level. Senior brother, how heavy have you been practicing?"

Ling Feng's heart twitched, and he said secretly: "It turns out that this exercise is so difficult to practice, I have been practicing for half a year, and I have already reached the fifth level, in order to cover up my practice of the realm, tell the master that I have only cultivated the third level, oh my God! I should lose two more weights." Trying to calm down, he barely squeezed out a smile and said, "A little faster than you." ”

If Zhao Nan is really about to vomit blood, this little junior brother's talent is too rebellious, but he is quite happy for him, after all, Luo Xiafeng can produce such an excellent disciple, and he is also a senior sister.

In the past, Luoxia Peak was suppressed by Luo Xian Peak, Tianzhu Peak, Ling Xiao Peak, and Fuyao Peak, which had more disciples, and there was no future, and even Wu Yu Peak, which had only one disciple, was also praised, because at the age of Leng Zining who was less than twenty years old, her cultivation had already reached the realm of Lingyuan, and looking at the disciples of the same generation of the whole sect, there were only two people who had reached this realm, she and Luo Xianfeng Su Yi.

Zhao Nanruo returned the cheats to him and said, "Since this is something that the master gave you, you must keep it well." If you want to learn swordsmanship, my sister will teach you. ”

Ling Feng was ecstatic and said, "Really, Senior Sister, you are really good. ”

Zhao Nanruo pulled him to sit down cross-legged, asked him to take out his sword and put it on the ground, and said: "Inject spiritual power into the sword, try to sense it with your heart, cultivating the sword spirit is also simple, just cultivate the tacit understanding between yourself and the magic weapon, and those who master the trick can learn it in a few days." Once your fairy sword has a sword spirit, you can use this to urge it to soar above the nine heavens with your mind. ”

Ling Feng did as he was told, but the Soul Blade remained motionless. Zhao Nanruo comforted: "The art of the sword, although it is easy to learn, is also broad and profound, it can not be achieved overnight, you must not be impatient, and it will affect the induction between the sword and the spirit." ”

It was getting late, and Zhao Nanruo had already gone back, and Ling Fengwu continued to grope for the sense between him and the Soul Blade.

In the dead of night, Ling Feng was not sleepy, looking at the dark brown long sword in his hand, he couldn't help but think of his father Ling Ziyang talking about the past before he died, and the adventures he told when he was young made Ling Feng yearn for it.

This soul blade was originally given to him by the Xuanwu seniors in the Endless Sea of Qingluo Spirit Valley, and the original form was a 10,000-year-old wood spirit, which should be of the same origin as the mountain ghosts. And when he was in the Heavenly Dao Sect, Yuan Xiaotian once said that Xuanwu was one of the four great mountain protection beasts of the Heavenly Dao Sect, and it had a great relationship with the Heavenly Dao Sect.

Ling Feng thought of this, and thought that the spiritual power in the dark veins was extremely magical, and he had already seen it. He took back the spiritual power of the Luo Xian Sect and used the spiritual power of the Heavenly Dao Sect instead.

The pure cyan spiritual power slowly wrapped the soul blade, and the sword body slowly rose, and it trembled endlessly. Seeing that it had reacted, Ling Feng was overjoyed and continued to use his mind to sense it. But just after holding on for a while, the Soul Blade suddenly dimmed and fell back to the bed.

Ling Feng tried again, this time for a little longer, but the result was still the same. After the results, he enjoyed it and continued to inject spiritual power into it.

On the second day, if Zhao Nan continued to instruct him on the art of the sword, this time Ling Feng did not dare to use the spiritual power in the dark vein, so he used the spiritual power cultivated by the Luo Xian Gong in the bright vein, but the soul blade still did not move, which gave him a big headache.

Every night, Ling Feng used the spiritual power in the dark veins and the soul blade to sense, for seven days, he was finally able to make the soul blade fly, he walked out of the house, stepped on the soul blade, and tried to fly with the sword, but only flew a few feet, and then even fell down with the sword.

He didn't give up, and after ten more days of cultivation, he was finally able to reach the sky with his sword, and he could fly from one mountain to another. But during the day, after all, he didn't dare to use this spiritual power sword, so he had to work hard to promote the spiritual power sword in the bright vein.

With the experience summarized earlier, Ling Feng was able to sacrifice the Soul Blade with the spiritual power of the Ming Vein, which was worth a month, and he could even cross a mountain with a sword. But people are still shaking violently in the sky.

Zhao Nanruo saw that his teaching had been effective, and secretly thought that although it took a little longer than expected, fortunately, he had already seen the way, and then he only needed to master his balance and intensify his practice to be able to fly thousands of miles in one go.

On this day, Ling Feng's sword technique was first completed, and he couldn't wait to fly to the Medicine King Peak.

At this time, Yan Zhiyan was dealing with weeds in the medicine garden, but saw a person falling from the sky, and happened to smash it into the seven-leaf Ganoderma lucidum seedling that Master Baicao cherished the most.

Ling Feng was about to get up, unkempt and covered in mud, smiling at Yan Zhiyan. But when he saw the other party smiling, he immediately leaned forward and closed, the flowers and branches trembled, and Ling Feng was stunned.

At this moment, Baicao heard the movement and rushed over, and when he saw Ling Feng burning the medicinal herbs that he had painstakingly planted and usually cared for, he was immediately furious, and he was about to eat him alive.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ling Feng hurriedly said goodbye to Yan Zhiyan and hurriedly escaped with his sword.

This was the first time the two had met since they were separated, and because of this incident, Baicao told Ling Feng to Luoxia Peak Shui Rou.

When Shui Rou heard this, she was also furious, and when she summoned Ling Feng to the front mountain to kneel, Feng looked at her, picked up a log, and raised her staff to fall.

Almost all the disciples of Luoxia Peak came to watch, and when they saw that the master was so angry, they were also secretly frightened, Zhao Nanruo and other slightly older disciples usually loved this little junior brother very much, and had the heart to step forward to plead, but when they saw Shui Rou's stern appearance, they didn't dare to step forward again.

Baicao, who came to complain, saw that her corporal punishment of her disciple was so severe, and most of her anger was gone, if she was allowed to fight like this again, a young disciple who had just started would definitely die if he had a weak cultivation foundation, so he stepped forward to comfort and stop him, Shui Rou gave up, but the remaining anger did not disappear, and he still told him to kneel on the ground.

That night, late at night, Ling Feng was still kneeling there, not daring to move. At this time, he saw Zhao Nanruo come out of Shui Rou's room, walked up to him, and wanted to help him up, but Ling Feng was unwilling.

"Hurry up, the night in the mountains is cold and dewy, what if you catch a cold?"

"Is that what Master meant?"

"Of course, Master specially ordered me to send you back. Zhao Nanruo said gently.

Ling Feng got up at this time, his legs were numb, and he almost fell down, but fortunately, Zhao Nanruo was quick and helped him up.

"It's been a long time since I've seen Master so angry, you have to apologize tomorrow. Although you are the only male disciple of our Luoxia Peak, and you are young, you can't be naughty and cause trouble everywhere. Zhao Nanruo instructed.

Ling Feng thought to himself: "I've caused trouble to the master this time, in fact, the master already knew that my spiritual power was profound, so he was relieved to put down such a heavy hand." Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile gratefully.

The two of them slowly marched towards the back mountain, and Zhao Nanruo sent Ling Feng back to his residence, and then turned back.

Ling Feng was lying on the bed, thinking about it, he couldn't sleep, the stick wounds on his body quietly healed at some point, it seemed that his healing ability was really as miraculous as Liu Chan'er said.

When he walked out of the house, he faintly saw that there was a place in front of the mountain where candlelight was still lit, and he could recognize that it was the residence of Master Shui Rou.

She hasn't slept yet, maybe she should go and apologize to her in time and be forgiven. After thinking like this, Edgeworth went to the front mountain, hid his breath, and quietly came to her window.

Ling Feng listened carefully and found that there was another person in the room, and the voice was Zhao Nanruo.

Shui Rou was sewing a piece of clothing under the lamp, and there was still tiredness in her eyes, but she heard Zhao Nanruo say: "Master, you are so good to the little junior brother, and you also make clothes for him with your own hands, I really don't know if you are for the love of Master Wan or for the little junior brother." ”

Shui Rou looked angry on her face, glanced at her and said, "You children, I grew up watching, but fortunately, they all let me worry and didn't cause much trouble." But Feng'er, this child, has no father and mother since he was a child, and his background is pitiful, for some reason, he looks very honest, in fact, he is really sensible, but sometimes it is inevitable that mistakes will occur at his age, if he is not disciplined and restrained, he will inevitably go astray, I am afraid!"