Chapter Twenty-Eight: Realization After Madness

Fang Junmei couldn't remember the time, he only felt that his stomach was getting more and more thirsty, as if he hadn't drunk a drop of water for seven or eight days, and there was a feeling of fire and smoke in his throat.

This sensation extends from the mouth of the throat to the belly.

Groaning in the belly.

"Energetic!"

Fang Junmei said in a hoarse voice, he couldn't tell whether this was an illusion or a reality, his body was not painful or itchy, but the feeling of thirst was too strong and too strong.

Fang Junmei can no longer sit quietly, this kind of desire from his body, no matter how he meditates or calms his mind, he can't get rid of it.

After standing up, Fang Junmei walked slowly in this empty cave, breathing slowly and long, calming the anxiety in his heart, and the effect was obviously better than nothing.

......

Time continues to move on, and the feeling of thirst is getting stronger and stronger!

The spit swallowed and swallowed, but it was long gone.

Fang Junmei's throat was not only on fire and smoking, but also had a dry itching feeling, which was a feeling that would only occur when he was extremely thirsty.

Fang Junmei's two hands unconsciously grabbed towards his throat.

Swish!

Halfway through, I stopped abruptly!

"I can't scratch it, otherwise even if my throat is scratched, I won't be able to stop the itch. ”

Fang Junmei's sanity was still there, and his mind was turning rapidly, looking for a way.

"I'm going to be distracted, I'm going to be distracted by something else, to downplay that feeling of thirst. ”

Fang Junmei's brain turned fast.

Zheng –

After the words fell, Fang Junmei began to play the Huangquan Ghost Rain Sword Technique. His peachwood sword now hung from his waist like the Acacia for easy access.

Whew-

The wind howled.

Since the mana and spiritual sense were blocked, Fang Junmei simply used the remaining internal force to perform this set of Huangquan Ghost Rain Sword Technique. In addition to the moves that require a flying sword, other moves can barely be performed.

Soon, in the cave, the yellow spring yin wind roared.

Fang Junmei loves swords the most in his life, this swordsmanship, his mind is focused, and it really has a little effect, and the feeling of thirst has been forgotten a little.

In the first form, the wind rises in the yellow spring.

The second type, sword rain Xiao Xiao.

In the third form, the ghost is accompanied.

......

The eighth type, elusive.

This set of Huangquan Ghost Rain Sword Tricks has a total of thirteen styles, Fang Junmei is still stuck in the eighth style, and among the next five styles, except for the last one, the other four styles all need to enter the state of some kind of crazy ghost before they can be displayed, but with Fang Junmei's sunny and calm temperament, where can he do it.

From the first style to the eighth style, and then from the first style to the eighth style, Fang Junmei performed it over and over again, and the ninth form of ghost crying and sorrow could not be performed.

Time passed little by little.

"Whew-"

After practicing more than a dozen times in a row, Fang Junmei stopped slightly, and when he stopped, the thirst that Fang Junmei had forgotten a little bit suddenly came to his heart again, and it seemed to be more than twice as strong as before.

Dry, itchy!

It's a feeling that keeping can drive anyone crazy.

Swish!

Fang Junmei's two hands, like lightning, grabbed his throat and scratched it, as if in an instant, his reason had been destroyed, and his two eyes also showed the first crazy look in his life, the bloodshot in his eyes was faint, and both eyes seemed to pop out.

Zheng Zheng –

There was another sound, the sound of a peachwood sword falling to the ground.

As soon as this voice sounded, Fang Junmei's mind sounded like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

"No, you can't scratch it, it's over if you scratch it!"

The crazy look in Fang Junmei's eyes suddenly calmed down a lot, and he said again in his heart: "Whether it's Long Jinyi or Gu Xijin, my Junmei won't lose to them, ah————"

With a slam of his arms, leaving his throat, Fang Junmei roared loudly.

After opening his hand and grabbing the peachwood sword, Fang Junmei used it again, this time the speed was obviously much faster than just now, giving people a feeling like a sword demon dancing.

Sou!

Sou!

Sou!

The wind howled.

When he practiced the eighth form, he turned back to the first form, and the frustrating feeling of not being able to perform the next style, little by little, spread in Fang Junmei's heart, and he could clearly understand the meaning of the sword technique, but he couldn't use it.

Anxious, frustrated, coupled with the feeling of thirst that was getting stronger and stronger, Fang Junmei's sanity and calmness collapsed little by little.

The roar grew louder and louder, and gradually became a bit of a fierce beast.

"How can this be true, how can this be reasonable, why can't I perform the ninth form!"

Fang Jun's eyebrows also began to babble, his brain was completely hot, and he lost his calm. The body and the sword danced wildly together.

Again, it's the eighth pose.

This style, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, hitting the wall, making a thumping sound like a rainstorm hitting a plantain, and the wall was full of light, but it did not hit half of the pit.

Fang Junmei's unconscious sword flower rolled up again, casting the ninth type of ghost crying and sorrow, this time, it should have stopped abruptly, and made Fang Junmei depressed again, and recast the first form.

But something strange happened.

Woo –

The terrible ghost cry roared with some kind of impetuous attack.

Outside Fang Jun's eyebrows, in the rolling storm, there were unexpectedly condensed illusory ghost-like things, flashing rapidly, perhaps because of the internal force, it was not condensed.

Seeing this scene, Fang Junmei's sword body stopped, stunned there, and calmed down.

"The ninth-style ghost is crying and sorrowful, and I have performed it?"

Fang Junmei said a word in his heart, his eyes lit up with joy, and after his eyes flashed twice, he hurriedly performed it again.

But he was dumbfounded.

This time, it didn't work again.

I did it several times in a row, and it was like that.

"What the hell, what the hell is going on?"

Fang Junmei stopped his hand again, and thought about it there, recalling what was the difference just now, this concentration on thinking, the feeling of thirst, and a little weaker.

After a while, Fang Junmei's eyes lit up.

"Haha, I finally understand, from the ninth form to the twelfth form, it is not performed at all as before!"

Fang Junmei laughed, the laughter did not fall, and in his eyes, a look of madness appeared again, as if he had lost his mind, and the blade moved again.

The ninth type, the ghost cries and sorrows.

The tenth pose, the phantom of the cup bow.

The eleventh type, greedy ghosts push and grind.

The twelfth style, the sword wind paints ghosts.

These four sword techniques, with only a slight pause, were cast by Fang Junmei, and he noticed that he was not proficient, and he was really excited in his heart, so Fang Junmei simply showed them over and over again.

In the cave, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, the yellow wind is gusting, and the ghosts are heavy.

At this moment, Fang Junmei once again forgot the thirst in his body, and practiced his sword wholeheartedly.

......

Outside the cave, the "Medicine Sword Immortal" Chun Yuqian is also practicing swords.

The old figure, like lightning, flashed on the criss-cross black chain, and a silver thin sword, dancing casually, rolled up a huge wind and clouds, and even the lava below that was still calm, roared, like a fire dragon, slamming upward.

If Fang Junmei came out at this moment, he would definitely be surprised.

At this moment, it seemed that he could sense the movement in the cave, and Chun Yuqian's figure suddenly stopped and looked in the direction of the cave gate.

"It's another set of sword tricks......"

Chun Yuqian muttered: "Last time, I helped Long Jinyi pass the test, this time, do you want to help you pass the test again? You two are natural brothers." But that's not enough!"

The old guy had a sly and expectant look on his face.