Endless and endless.

The sudden change of Qi came made him a little panicked, and he had no idea for a while, only to feel that the mana in his whole body had a feeling that he had nowhere to vent, and he easily used a sword style in the "Demon Refining Sword Technique", only to see a faint light wipe through, as if he could hear a slight sound of the sword, and then a huge rock dozens of zhang away suddenly cracked a slender gap, and then split into two, and the incision was smooth and flat, like a mirror.

After one move, the more energetic he became, the frost Jiao was automatically unsheathed, Han Cheng held the frost Jiao in his hand, and the mana surged in, and he actually used the stunt that had not been practiced for a long time in the "Heavenly Escape Sword Technique" to refine the sword into silk!

When the mana filled the sword body, the frost sword gradually twisted and deformed, and finally turned into a sword wire as thin as hair, each sword wire was infused with a huge amount of mana, flashing with extremely sharp edge, it seemed soft, but the blood sealed the throat, after a strange roar, those incomparably hard rocks scattered in the cave were pierced by the sword wire, becoming a sieve.

The swordsmanship of refining the sword into silk had just been completed, and Han Cheng immediately used the sword qi in the "Heavenly Sword Technique", he waved it casually, it was no longer in order, but he felt that whether it was 'refining the sword into silk' or 'sword qi turning into a rainbow', as long as he brought that trace of sword intent, he could use it as he wanted, and in less than ten breaths, he almost used the sword style he had learned before.

Han Cheng became more and more happy, and a slight smile appeared on his face, once these sword styles were guided by the sword intent, the power immediately doubled, and this was still the premise of only comprehending a trace of the sword intent.

The sword intent contained in those seemingly ordinary sword marks on the stone wall is unpredictable, mysterious, and needs to be carefully pondered and comprehended, not like those sword styles in the sword technique, which can be cultivated hard, and there is obviously a long way to go if you want to thoroughly comprehend and fully integrate it into the sword style.

"Wonderful!

When Han Cheng stopped accepting the recruitment, several fellow brothers and sisters led by Zhuge Ying applauded and smiled at him, their faces were full of surprise and surprise, and at this time, no matter how slow they were, they could see that this little junior brother had gained some kind of huge gain from the sword mark on the stone wall.

Judging from the powerful and even perverted swordsmanship he used, he may have realized some of the sword principles contained in it.

Seeing everyone's appearance, Han Cheng knew that most of his almost unconscious series of actions just now had disturbed them again, so he hurriedly apologized and said, "Senior brother is messing around here and disturbing you senior brothers and sisters, I'm really sorry." ”

Zhuge Ying said: "Where did the junior brother say, you can understand the true meaning of the sword from those sword marks, and your cultivation will increase greatly, and it is too late to be happy for your brother, how can I blame you?"

Zhang Jinwen followed: "Senior Brother Han's genius is really gratifying!"

Only Shi Yuzhu's expression was a little complicated, with doubts, surprises, and even a hint of unconvinced, with a hint of high war intent in his eyes.

"Congratulations to Senior Brother Han for his great advancement, you and I might as well have another chance to learn from each other when we have a chance in the future, and I hope that Senior Brother Han can give me advice at that time. ”

In the face of the congratulations and praise of several senior brothers and sisters, Han Cheng didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only respond with a humble smile.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor, and then the two Wudang disciples ran in, and said with a slightly anxious face: "Senior brothers, the big thing is not good, Yin Sutang and Chichengzi, the two seniors, Xiuzhen, have come over with their apprentices to smash the field, and the real person in charge ordered the senior brothers to go to the Yuan Great Hall quickly, there must be no mistake." ”

Knowing that the situation was urgent, everyone followed the two Wudang disciples out of the ruins of Yuanji Palace, and as soon as they arrived at the entrance of the cave, they immediately controlled the sword light and flew towards Nanyan Peak.

When I arrived at the head of the main hall of the Yuanji Palace of Nanyanfeng, I saw at a glance that there was a commotion in the huge Yuanji Palace, and the black pressure was all human heads, with a total of three or four hundred people. Cups, bowls smashed, all over the floor.

Before he could enter, he heard the sound of ping-pong fighting, accompanied by the cracking of tables, chairs, cups and bowls, followed by a few wails, mixed with the sharp sarcasm of women.

"Just these second- and third-rate goods are also worthy of fighting swords with my beloved disciples?

"Don't insult me Wudang!"

Seeing this, Zhuge Ying was full of anger, and immediately flew in, Shi Yuzhu, Zhang Jinwen and others were also angry, and while walking quickly, they made a gesture of drawing their swords, obviously angry by the mocking words.

Han Cheng's face was slightly cold, and without saying a word, he followed a few senior brothers and sisters into the main hall, lined up the crowd, and came to Ling Lingzi and half of the old nun.

The two martial juniors were all pale at the moment, glaring angrily, surrounded by the four generations of Wudang disciples, especially Yougen Zen Master, who waited for a few people, their bodies were full of scars, limping, and they were obviously not lightly injured.

Yin Sutang, Chichengzi, and Lin Fan were standing dozens of zhang away from them at the moment, especially that Lin Fan, who was standing in the middle of the field, was looking at the junior disciples of Wudang with a provocative expression, his eyes were full of disdain and recklessness.

Next to them, there were more than a dozen seniors of the individual faction, they were standing or sitting, and a few of them had angry faces, putting on a posture of hatred and hatred, and most of them still held the idea of watching the excitement, watching from the wall, indifferent.

After seeing the scene in the field, Zhuge Ying was already furious, and immediately knelt down to Ling Lingzi and half of the old nuns to take the initiative to ask for battle: "Please let the master and the head of the sect allow the disciples to fight!"

After Ling Lingzi and Banbian Lao Ni exchanged a look, he nodded, and said in a secret voice: "Although that person is young, his cultivation is not under you, especially the strength of his physical body is simply incredible, it is estimated that he has practiced some kind of rare side door magic, you must not be careless, you must be careful, you must not let him get close." ”

Zhuge Ying replied with a solemn expression: "Disciple understands. ”

After saying that, he got up and walked to the empty field, and arched his hand to Lin Fan, Yin Sutang's beloved disciple on the opposite side: "Zhuge Ying, the first disciple of Elder Wudang Linglingzi, will teach Your Excellency a high move!"

Lin Fan looked Zhuge Ying up and down a few times, suddenly smiled, and said, "Your cultivation is not bad, and you are qualified to be my opponent." ”