Xu Ran's control of the aura on weekdays, Xu Ran can do it as he pleases, but he can never penetrate the aura into the object, he always thought that the use of aura was not hot enough, but after Ah Qing's words, Xu Ran knew that the problem was in understanding.

The sword is a cold iron weapon in his hand, this is Xu Ran's consistent idea, but it is precisely because he does not know how to be flexible, the object is just an object.

Xu Ran stood in front of the wooden stake, slowly closed his eyes, the "life chart" in his body rotated regularly, and the aura was running in his body.

Slowly.

The aura was channeled by him in his arms, and it followed his arms to the palms of his hands. When it touches the hilt, it dissipates immediately.

Airplanes~

The sword chirping of mosquitoes and flies was infinitely amplified in Xu Ran's senses. He felt the life of the sword.

This is a matter of course, Xu Ran has been with this sword day and night for fifteen days, and the sword carries too many things on him.

sentiment

Wish.

Hang on

Dream.

There was no sword intent, but he was instilled into it by Xu Ran, that was his meaning, but it was also the meaning of the sword.

Airplanes~

Xu Ran opened his eyes and slashed down with a sword.

Click~

The stake is split in two and falls in half. The portions and sizes are exactly the same.

Xu Ran exhaled, this sword was not an aura. There was not much spiritual energy left in his body because of the Awakening Morning Bell, and all that was left was to maintain his constantly consumed physical strength.

The qi he used just now was at best just a moment before chopping the stake, borrowing a trace of aura as a bridge, and what he really sensed was his mind, and this sword was still chopping with mortal power.

The stake has a special effect, and it is one thing for the aura to chop and chop, and the aura after Xu Ran rang the bell wants to chop the stake in half with a sword, which is not insignificant.

The current result is very satisfying, at least in five days to complete this sword, so next, what will Mao Jiaoxi teach?

Xu Ran doesn't know where Mao's teaching is, but I hope I can see him tomorrow.

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In a corner of the school, the sun shone obliquely, and the two shadows were stretched for a long time.

"That's what you're for?"

Ye Yuling looked at the figure chopping wooden stakes on the stage, and his face was expressionless.

Behind her stood Mao Jiaoxi, who respectfully saluted when she heard the words: "Senior Sister Hui, this is indeed my purpose, if there is anything wrong, I am willing to be punished." ”

"You don't have to punish you, although you didn't let him choose the exercises. But now it seems to make some sense. ”

Ye Yuling curled the corners of his mouth: "In the end, it is the person who fought on the battlefield, simple and fast." ”

Mao San has always maintained a respectful attitude, and has not changed a trace of his mood because of Ye Yuling's praise.

"Although entering things with qi is the most basic means of anti-void, it also requires the corresponding exercises to learn, but you do the opposite, let him use qi into things in this way in just fifteen days, it seems that you have made a breakthrough in the seven turns of anti-void. ”

Mao San raised his eyelids slightly, looking a little proud.

"In the autumn Inner Court exam, the world, and the place of cultivation will send disciples to come, and I hope that this place is a person from Wu Zhou. ”

"Mao San did his best. ”

"Xu Ran's cultivation foundation is not something that can be filled in a short period of time, but the exchange banquet is close at hand, what do you plan to do next. ”

Mao San thought for a while: "Zhang Miaomiao will break through Naling in these two months, although there is a realm difference between him and him, but the foundation is not comparable to Xu Ran, I still don't want him to come into contact with the exercises, and I plan to teach him a sword." ”

Ye Yuling raised her good-looking eyebrows and was silent for a long time: "But the sword on the battlefield." ”

"Yes. ”

"It is said that this is the most famous killing move in the former Tang Dynasty battlefield, and it is also a sword move created by countless dead soldiers? ”

"Exactly. ”

"You asked him to chop the stake with his sword, did you think about it all a long time ago? ”

"Yes. ”

"You always believe that he can complete his schoolwork for fifteen days?" Ye Yuling turned his head and stared at Mao San.

"I don't believe it, but I've kept it for him. The scar on Mao San's face trembled slightly, and his eyes looked past Ye Yuling to Xu Ran on the martial arts stage:

"He is not afraid of death, he has a tough heart, sometimes crazy, but he maintains his sanity, and it is most appropriate to inherit this sword. ”

"The former Tang Dynasty is already history, and a sword has disappeared with the killing over the years, and there are very few people left who really know, I didn't expect you to be. ”

Ye Yuling's expression gradually cooled: "What is the most taboo for Your Majesty, I think you know it well, this kind of thing that belonged to the Dead Soldier Camp in the former Tang Dynasty should disappear with the demise of the Dead Soldier Camp." ”

Mao San pulled his gaze back and looked at Ye Yuling calmly: "The Dead Soldier Battalion has never done anything wrong. ”

"You're looking for death. ”

An invisible cold aura enveloped this small space, Mao San's hair and eyebrows were covered with frost, his whole face was constantly shaking, and the terrifying scar of the "centipede" began to overflow with blood.

"Am I wrong? There is no Dead Soldier Battalion, no Datang, no Datang, no Wu Zhou, Senior Sister Ye, how many miracles have the Dead Soldier Battalion created for the empire, but what is the result? He has become someone's whetstone, and the ultimate goal is ridiculous deterrence, I don't accept it!"

The last three words were shouted out by Mao San at the top of his voice, but immediately, his whole person was also frozen into an ice sculpture, which was extremely hideous.

Ye Yuling retracted his breath and snorted disdainfully: "You have endured it for so many years, there is really no need to be angry again because of a few words, the Dead Soldier Camp is history after all, and you can't make waves without you." ”

Ye Yuling turned around and left: "You guys, who claim to be loyal, always talk about the nobility and purity of your poor loyalty, and complain about the current ending.

You have never really thought about the cause of your demise, and it is foolish to say that you people, who think you are great, are actually a sword in the hands of others, black and white, self-centered. There are good words about the old things, but in fact, there is no one more false than you.

I know you're not convinced, but don't worry, your identity won't be investigated, and since it's the teaching of the National Academy, you won't be able to die. The first sword was taught to Xu Ran as usual, I want you to see, not every inheritor of the first sword is a fool. ”

Ye Qingyin's figure had long since disappeared, but the voice was wrapped around Mao San's ears, which had turned into ice sculptures.

A wisp of the slanting sun pressed the heavens and the earth, the ice sculpture melted, and Mao San fell down weakly, lying weakly on the ground.

He did, but he was at a loss.

He didn't understand the meaning of Ye Yuling's words, it was obviously me who was wronged, why did it sound like Wu Zhou was even more wronged?

In the past fifteen years, she has been ruthless, seeking to usurp the throne for the sake of power, sharpening knives with the dead soldiers' battalion, and establishing the heads of the ministers.

Is she a saint or not? she can do whatever she wants.

What is bad and what is good, is not to be said?

Mao San looked at the sunset in the west, and his expression gradually returned to normal.

Now that the decision has been made, how can you see the ending if you don't do it in the end.

Like him, isn't it the result of perseverance?

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On the stage, Xu Ran's back seemed to be covered with divine light under the slanting sun.