With this angry power, Long Fengxuan's sword path became more proficient, and Long Fengxuan, the sword move of the Heavenly Sword Nine Killings, became more and more proficient under the blessing of the Qing Ying Sword, and the changes between the nine sword moves became more and more handy.

Time shuttled, in a month's time, Long Fengxuan was completely proficient in the Heavenly Sword Nine Killings perfectly, and when he felt that it was no longer possible to advance an inch, Long Fengxuan stopped and began to pay attention to the changes in his cultivation.

In this year, Long Fengxuan couldn't count how many demon beasts he had slaughtered, and he had forgotten how many times he was exhausted, the skillful use of various exercises in the field, the mutual conversion between the three Yuan Dans, and the Yuan Dan of the bloody power at several critical moments were all urged, except for another Yuan Dan, after there was no news, Long Fengxuan's overall realm progress was very fast.

After consolidating the realm, it has reached the early stage of Jindan's cultivation, and in this year, Yuandan's urging operation realm has unconsciously stepped into the middle of Jindan, and Xuantian Gong's mental cultivation has begun to move since breaking through the Jindan realm, and the middle-level realm has been improved in this year.

After Long Fengxuan's body was reborn from the sea of blood, after the cultivation of the accompanying Xuantian Gong, it became more and more pure and resolute, and his body became closer and closer to the jade color, and the Xuantian Gong reached the consummation realm, and Long Fengxuan estimated that it was the time when he cultivated the jade body.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed since Long Fengxuan's retreat, and after the first month of the new year, the four of them returned to the mountain, and the right retreat has been more than a month, and in the blink of an eye, it has come to February, and after feeling that he can't get in, Long Fengxuan is out of the customs.

After adjusting the state, after eating and drinking enough, Long Fengxuan walked towards the top of Taihang, and Lao Yan still stood outside the main hall to greet him.

"I've seen Elder Yan!" Long Fengxuan took the lead in saluting.

"The master said, Young Master Fengxuan doesn't need compatriots when he comes, just go in!" said Lao Yan with a smile.

Long Fengxuan nodded and walked in, Long Fengyue and the three of them had already gone out, and within a few days after Long Fengyue's retreat, Long Fengyue and the three of them also recovered, and they all went to retreat to adjust their mentality, and it seems that the recovery should be pretty good at the moment.

"Feng Xuan greets the master!" Long Feng Xuan bowed and saluted.

"Okay, get up, come and sit!" the house slave waved his hand and beckoned Long Fengxuan to come and sit down.

Long Fengxuan nodded, stepped forward and sat on the futon next to Long Fengyu, waiting for the teachings of Shizun Jian Fusheng.

"Go back and prepare well, three days later, the sect will start the competition for the position of the four palaces, although the location of the four palaces is irrelevant to you, but it must not fall into the hands of the second elder, so give me all my best, the four of you are exactly one by one, do you understand?" Jian Fusheng said loudly.

"Yes!" the four said in unison.

"Okay, you three go down and prepare, Feng Xuan stays!" Jian Fusheng waved his hand.

"Yes!" Long Fengyue and the three of them nodded yes again, and then walked out.

"I don't know ..... teacher" Long Fengxuan asked.

"What the hell is going on, why are they so worried?"

"Following the withered leaf Zen master, we have seen the cruel side of the human world, the land of Kyushu is full of dire conditions, natural disasters continue, the demon beast race is in captivity, we have done bad things out of good intentions, resulting in no one in the tribe surviving, and the three senior brothers fell into deep self-blame...."Long Fengxuan said silently.

"So that's the case, sooner or later, you'll know this scene, it's good to see it early!" Jian Fusheng said lonely, pausing, "How is your kendo cultivation?" Jian Fusheng asked.

"I have a little experience, and I ask the master for advice!" Long Fengxuan hesitated for a moment and said.

"Well, go outside!" said the sword, disappearing, and the next moment it had already appeared outside the main hall.

Long Fengxuan's body paused, and he followed the footsteps of his master and appeared outside the main hall.

"Brush...."Without any warning, Long Fengxuan took the lead in pulling out the Qingying Sword, holding the sword and urging the Sword Dao Yuan Dan, and the azure True Yuan instantly covered his body. 137

"Yes, the speed of Zhenyuan's operation has finally increased, but this is not enough!" Jian Fusheng commented slowly.

"Those who are fighting in the front of the army are all arrayed forward....." Long Fengxuan ignored the words of the sword, silently reciting the nine-character mantra in his mouth, and the sword in his left hand pointed at the sword god who brushed the Qingming Festival, and his eyes froze.

"Brush brush brush ......" The sword qi waved, Long Fengxuan disappeared in place, turning into a phantom shadow passing through the floating figure of the sword.

Jian Fusheng frowned, the sword finger in his right hand condensed, and the cyan true distance ran to his fingertips, and he also waved it casually, knocking down the sword qi brought by Long Fengxuan's passage.

"Dingding.....dingding" The sound of the voice kept coming.

"Brush...."A figure of the Mougins sword floated and disappeared in place. The Floating Sword suddenly came out of its sheath and slashed towards its back, and an invisible figure appeared, and the Floating Sword Dragon Feng Xuan's Qing Ying Sword was set in mid-air.

"Boom...."The two swords handed over, and a visible ripple rippled from between the two of them, turning into a gust of wind, mixed with messy sword qi dissipated in the air, and Long Fengxuan's long hair was cut off a few strands....

"Brush...."Long Fengxuan and Jian Fusheng collected their swords at the same time, and then returned to the scabbard, and the two looked at each other.

"Yes, it can force me to draw my sword, and it has made great progress, but this is not enough, your intentions are still detected by me!"

"What the master said is reasonable, it's just that the disciple always feels that something is missing when he uses the sword technique, lacks a trace of fluency, and can't use it as he wants...."Long Fengxuan frowned, and slowly said where the flaws appeared.

"I can see that this is very simple, because the advanced sword tricks are created by people, and people have their own habits, when you practice the sword tricks, you have to treat him as your own, here you have to grasp a degree, first, you can't change the subtlety of the sword moves, and secondly, you also need to integrate it into your own understanding, so I will never teach you sword moves. This also derives two kinds of swordsmen, one is to improve on the basis of the original as just said, of course, it takes a lot of time to experiment, but it is very rewarding to survive, and the other is to create their own sword moves through the sword technique, this kind of swordsman is either alive or dead....." Jian Fusheng explained slowly.

"Then what kind of swordsman does Master Zun belong to?" asked Long Fengxuan.

"The way of a swordsman, I would rather bend than bend, of course I am the second choice!" Jian Fusheng said lightly.

"Thank you for your advice, the disciple understands, the disciple will create his own sword move!" Long Fengxuan hugged his fist.

"Well, other people's are always someone else's, only your own sword moves are unique, Shizun is optimistic about you, but don't be in a hurry, first cultivate for three days, and when the battle for the position of palace master is over, I will take you to the place where I practice swords!" Jian Fusheng stepped forward and patted Long Fengxuan's shoulder and said.

"Thank you, Master!" Long Fengxuan bowed.

"Okay, let's go down, get ready!" Jian Fusheng waved his hand and walked back, and Long Feng Xuanmu sent Jian Fusheng back to the main hall and turned to leave.

"Lao Yan, what do you think of Feng Xuan?" Jian Fusheng asked Lao Yan, the housekeeper on the side.

"Master, you are as wise as a torch, and it is really a great blessing to insist on accepting Young Master Fengxuan at the beginning!" said the old man with a smile.

"That's right, I'm listening to his comprehension at this age is not so high, I was also learning from my senior brothers, and I was practicing a sword technique of a predecessor master, if I didn't wake up at the last moment, I was only afraid that I was the second sword saint, and I wouldn't achieve the name of the sword soul, you must know that I realized this realm for a whole year, and I was practicing swords, Feng Xuan, a bastard boy, had doubts in just one month, and the future was terrifying!" Jian Fusheng said with a hearty smile.

"Congratulations, sir, you have a successor!" said Lao Yan happily.

"Yes, I'm happy today, prepare a table of good dishes in the evening, go to the moon god, I've been busy lately, three days later, the position of the palace master is at my fingertips, let's see!" A smile appeared on Jian Fusheng's face.

"Yes!" Lao Yan bowed and said yes, and retreated......

In the middle of February of the fourth year of the Divine Dao, the high-level strength of the Sword Soul Gate was seriously lacking, in order to avoid the situation of no successor, under the consultation of a group of elders, the position of the four palaces was opened, and the contemporary disciples could face off in the school field, and the winner was appointed as the palace master of the four palaces.