"Just now, when the flying sword suddenly reversed, I was shocked, and I forgot to maintain the cycle of spiritual breath and flying spirit, so I fell off the flying sword, if at that time, I didn't panic, and I made a skill on my waist, I could make the flying sword turn back......"

Fang Gui, who summed up the first experience, immediately started a second attempt, the last time he only flew on the lake for a few breaths and fell into the lake, but this time, he stubbornly held up for a while, and then because the flying sword was not well controlled when the flying sword swirled, he threw himself out, but he immediately climbed back to the cliff again, and rushed down from the cliff for the third time!

Four ......

Five ......

Six ......

......

......

"Knock" "Knock" "Knock"

On the surface of the lake, there is a tragic splash of water from time to time.

But on the cliff, there will always be a stubborn sword light that swoops out again.

Two or three miles, several disciples of the Taibai Sect in the bamboo forest pavilion no longer knew what to say.

They also completely forgot what they were talking about before, but they looked speechlessly and amazed at the little figure that was planted in the water again and again, climbed the cliff again and again, and rushed out with a flying sword, and felt that the three views were a little collapsed!

As Xianmen disciples, of course they have heard of many whimsical ideas, like this kid, there are many people who borrow cliffs to practice flying swords, among these people, either their legs have been broken, or some have been frightened, most of them have become the laughing stock of Xianmen disciples, it seems that this kid is not much different from those people.

It's just that the difference is that after those people have suffered a few times, they have honestly accepted these unrealistic thoughts, and this kid in front of them ......

...... Is he not afraid of death, or is he not afraid of falling?

At first, everyone who had the mentality of watching jokes also felt a little unable to laugh at this time, and the atmosphere in the pavilion seemed a little silent for a while, only the strange screams of the boys on the lake in the distance came from time to time, and they seemed to be a little excited.

"Ding......

In this silent atmosphere, Senior Sister Yan gently plucked the Yaoqin on her lap, and the crisp sound of the piano pulled everyone back from the silence, Senior Sister Yan gently looked over from the faces of the three Wugu Valley disciples, pursed her lips and smiled: "Senior Brother Zhang Jing, Senior Brother Meng Liusoul, Senior Sister Xu Yue'er, all three of you are the best in Wugu Valley, if you want to break into the Ten Mile Valley, it is not much difficult for you to pass the assessment, whether you can enter the top ten, so as to get the reward of the Immortal Gate is ......what you should fight for."

"But for the top ten battles, we can not guide you much, all the taboos in the ten mile valley, you have already understood, the rest need to work hard, although a month is short, but with more effort, you can also have a few more chances of winning, look at the child on the lake, much younger than you, but have such the courage to practice swords, maybe a month later, your competitor has one more person!"

The three disciples of Wugu Valley, Zhang Jing, Meng Liusoul, and Xu Yue'er, were all a little silent when they heard this, of course they didn't want to believe that the death boy who had obviously just come into contact with the flying sword was qualified to become their opponent in a month, but they also knew that this Senior Sister Yan was reminding them that it was better to work hard to improve their strength than to find ways to inquire about the arrangement of the Ten Mile Valley Inner Society.

They all got up and said to Senior Sister Yan and Senior Brother Lu: "Thank you Senior Sister and Senior Brother for your advice!"

Before leaving, those people all glanced at the figure practicing swords on the lake, and Xu Yue'er wrinkled her nose quite unconvinced.

"What's the big deal, my flying sword is much stronger than you......"

When these people left, it was inconvenient for Senior Brother Lu in a white robe to sit for a long time, he glanced at the figure practicing swords on the lake, and there was some displeasure in his eyes, as if he had just said that it was wrong for this kid to practice swords like this, but he insisted on it again and again, making his face a little unpleasant. After being silent for a moment, he said, "Senior Sister Yan Ying, that kid doesn't know the rules, he is shouting above the Mirror Lake, disturbing your Qing Xiu, do you want me to drive him away and not let him mess around in your Qing Xiu place?"

Senior Sister Yan shook her head lightly and said, "Thank you Senior Brother Lu for your kindness, but don't pay attention to him, I was just ordered to cultivate here, but this Mirror Lake is not mine, nor is it a forbidden place for immortals, he is willing to practice swords here, how can I mess with people to practice?"

“......”

“......”

Today's Fang Gui didn't know that he had now become a positive example in the mouth of Senior Sister Yan in the pavilion, he didn't even know that someone was watching him practice flying swords, he just really felt some of the skills of the sword in the process of falling into the lake again and again.

These skills can be understood but not spoken, and if you don't experience them yourself, even if others tell you many times, you can't understand them, and in this understanding again and again, the time for his sword to fly in the air is getting longer and longer.

Of course, although he fell into the lake again and again, he also suffered a lot of sins when he fell down from such a high place, but Fang Gui's cultivation was the Nine Spirit Holy Scripture, and his spiritual breath was strong, but the bruises and exhaustion were healed the next day, and it did not affect the next day's sword practice, and his spiritual breath was strong and endless, which also made him have a lot more time to practice swords than the ordinary third layer of qi training.

For other third-level Qi cultivation disciples, if they continue to use the sword for a pillar of incense time, their mana may be exhausted, and they need to breathe again, but Fang Gui is completely tireless, even if he continues to use the sword, he feels that he can last for more than half an hour.

Day by day, Fang Gui practiced flying swords on Mirror Lake for seven or eight days, and gradually realized that he became more and more proficient in sword driving.

By this time, he was very different from when he first practiced swords here, his body was flying with a sword, a spiritual light shuttled above the lake, spun and swirled, moved and turned around, sometimes raised his sword and rushed into the air, and sometimes he swept the surface of the lake with a low hanging, looking light and skillful, and when the speed was fast, he couldn't even see a human figure, only to see a red sword light flying above the lake, extremely strange.

At this time, he didn't look like a beginner at all, but a veteran who had worked a lot.

"Hahahaha, my noble master is really a descendant of immortals, and his talent is extraordinary......"

Fang Gui himself could also feel that he was flying into the realm, every time he flew with the sword, his heart was full of joy, leaving his triumphant smile on the mirror lake, this comfort in his heart, he really couldn't tell it to others, it was extremely beautiful......

"I actually practiced it......"

What Fang Gui didn't know was that during the time when he was practicing swords, there were often a pair of eyes looking at him in the depths of the bamboo forest.

That gaze, from the curiosity at the beginning, to see how many hardships he could endure before he was willing to give up, to the later gradually developed some admiration for him, and then to see that his sword art had improved so quickly, and gave birth to a little amazement, the owner of the gaze thought of the time it took to practice Fang Gui's step when he first came into contact with the flying sword, and he had a few moments of hope for him.

"This kid is different from the other disciples in the sect......"

She didn't know who this kid was, and why she didn't even care about cultivation at ordinary times, she just devoted herself to practicing flying swords, after all, the disciples of Wugu Valley put their cultivation seriously, and now except for those who are ready to pass the assessment in the Ten Mile Valley trial, everyone else should still concentrate on cultivation, and if this kid is for the Ten Mile Valley trial, the level of the flying sword is obviously not enough......

"Now I'm in a place where there are no obstacles, and I'm already flying well......"

And at this time, on the mirror lake, Fang Gui staggered Erlang's legs, sat on the ghost spirit sword, and he was also pondering: "But this is only the first step, when I broke through the Ten Mile Valley, it was not so easy, but I had to avoid countless obstacles and dangers, so I should continue to practice how to dodge obstacles and avoid dangers, and increase my reaction skills......"

Thinking about it like this, Fang Gui turned his head and looked at the bamboo forest next to him.

The bamboo forest is deep, the endless purple bamboo is tall or short, thick or thin, the branches and leaves are luxuriant, chaotic, between the bamboo, the gap is large and small, the large interval is several feet, the small one is not between the fist distance, it looks like a wall, it is impermeable.

"If I could be in the middle of the bamboo forest, the speed would be as fast as possible without crashing into every bamboo......"

Fang Gui's eyes gradually lit up, and he slowly climbed up from the sword.

"Seeing that he is not very old, maybe he is just the son and nephew of the master in the door, not limited to three years, so there is no need to rush to practice, he is interested in flying swords, so he whimsically ran here to practice flying swords, and now I see him in just a few days, he has cultivated the flying sword to such an extent, it is really like a miracle, maybe a few years later, there will be another genius in the door......"

Now, Senior Sister Yan in the pavilion is also secretly thinking.

She didn't expect that she would be curious to watch a stranger practice flying swords for several days, and she didn't care much about her own cultivation, but now that this person's sword art has been a little successful, it is useless to stay here, and she should probably leave......

Then at this moment, her pupils shrank suddenly: "What is he going to do?"

In her stunned eyes, I saw that the kid who was sitting on the sword suddenly stood up, with a strange scream, "whoosh", the sword under his feet turned into a bloody light, and flew straight into the bamboo forest, and then I heard a crackle in the bamboo forest, and the branches and leaves flew endlessly, and it was visible to the naked eye that starting from the periphery of the bamboo forest, a chaotic line collapsed straight into the depths of the bamboo forest......

"Rushing into the bamboo forest at such a fast speed, don't you want to die?"

That Senior Sister Yan frowned slightly, and patted Yaoqin lightly, but a turquoise flying sword flew out of it, she stepped on the sword, her body was like a light blue light, and flew out of the pavilion, sweeping in the direction of the kid rushing into the bamboo forest.

Always see if he's dead or not......

However, this Senior Sister Yan hadn't flown to that place yet, but when she saw the quiet bamboo forest, there was a sudden sound of shouting and shouting bamboo broken leaves flying, and then she saw a strange blood-colored sword light flying out of the bamboo forest.

The sword light was crooked, as if he was trying to avoid the surrounding bamboos, but the bamboo forest was so dense, how could it be possible, and I don't know how many purple bamboos were torn and cut off by the sharp sword light along the way, and they collapsed all the way, and the kid on the sword was holding his head and running around, and there was already a mess behind him......

In this case, ordinary people are afraid that they have already fallen from the flying sword, and he is still stepping on the flying sword.

This basic skill is really good cultivation.

However, when he rushed to the edge of the bamboo forest, he finally couldn't retract his momentum, and was blocked by a thick purple bamboo, if he rushed straight towards the purple bamboo, it would be fine, but he still wanted to dodge in his heart, and when he boarded the flying sword, he crossed the purple bamboo sideways, and the thick purple bamboo broke in response, and he was also swept by the branches and leaves of the purple bamboo, and fell from the flying sword.

"Boom!"

His head slammed into a rock by the lake and he fainted.