Chapter Twenty-Three: Why Find the Next One?

Three days passed in a flash.

Fang Junmei entered the main hall, and after sitting down, he swallowed another fiery pill.

The size of this pill was the same as before, but the firepower contained in it was twice as fierce as before.

Fang Jun's eyebrows were screaming.

Fang Junmei, who burned, doubted life,

Fang Junmei, who was burning, wondered if Chun Yuqian, the old guy, was going to do something to himself.

An hour later, Fang Junmei was like a dead dog, lying on the ground, motionless, if it weren't for the fact that his eyes were still open and there was still breath under his nose, the custody made people think he was dead.

"This time, give you a month to prepare, and come back in a month. ”

After Chun Yuqian finished speaking, ten more spirit stones were thrown.

However, in each spirit stone, the aura contained in it is already a hundred times that of the last time, and the volume is also much larger, and it is clearly ten medium-grade sword spirit stones, that is, a thousand lower-grade sword spirit stones, I have to say that this transaction is finally hopeful.

Fang Jun's eyebrows also lit up.

Slowly got up, picked up ten medium-grade sword spirit stones, and went out again.

......

When I went out, there was still only the statue-like old man guarding the garden, and there was no one else.

Fang Junmei once again drew water from the well and washed himself cleanly. After washing, I took out half of the leftover roast chicken from the storage bag and gnawed it.

This storage bag is also mysterious, and after the food is put in, there is no need to worry about any deterioration.

While eating, I pondered.

A month is not a short time, it is enough for Fang Junmei to go back to Fudo Peak, and even cultivate for more than half a month, but the significance is obviously not great, it is better to find a place to cultivate here.

After three or two bites of roast chicken, Fang Junmei went down to the remote place of this Medicine King Peak, found a valley that was still empty, and cultivated, it was still the Huangquan Ghost Rain Sword Technique.

This sword technique was only comprehended by Fang Junmei to the eighth sword, but even if it was the first eight swords, Fang Junmei needed to spend more time to reach the point of harmony.

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.

From beginning to end, one side is performed over and over again.

Fang Junmei is a natural swordsman, he likes swords as his life, once he concentrates on cultivation, he will soon enter the realm of forgetting things and me.

In the valley, I saw that the figure of the ghost flickered like a ghost, leaving only a white afterimage, and the sword light in the sky was unfolded into a dim flower, stirring up the wind and clouds in the valley.

After a while, I saw the fallen leaves in the sky, and the broken grass and trees, flying together, little by little.

Laugh at!

A leaf, split in two.

As soon as the voice fell, Fang Jun's eyebrows turned into a void, and he thought about it in the fallen leaves and broken grass rolling in the sky.

The white clothes fluttered, and the shadow of the sword disappeared.

The wind in the valley has not stopped for a while.

"The move can't be dead, and I can't be dead either, can the truth in this human martial arts still be applicable after entering the cultivation realm? Why do I feel that the human taste of this Huangquan Ghost Rain Sword Technique is so heavy, what is the clever fairy sword technique?"

Fang Junmei pondered with his eyebrows, and involuntarily, he thought of the glance that Chun Yuqian looked at him, his eyes were like a sword, and thinking that this old man was probably already thousands of years old, Fang Junmei couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

"It's far behind, my current realm is only worthy of performing this sword technique similar to human swordsmanship. ”

After a long while, Fang Junmei muttered to himself.

Call!

After a sound, the wind whistled again, and I practiced again.

Fang Junmei's two eyes, sharp as an eagle, shot out a brilliant essence, the peachwood sword blade, the cast became faster and faster, and the sword quickly became a blurred line.

If a master sees it, he will definitely find that Fang Junmei urged the sword with mana, and at the same time, it began to come and go from a straight line, becoming like a snake, but the traces were quite heavy and a little stiff.

Snort –

There are still fallen leaves and broken branches, inadvertently, cut by the sword.

One day.

Two days.

Five days.

Ten days.

As time passed, it was obvious that the serpentine sword light became more and more agile, and between the spit shots, it cruised through the narrow and subtle space, and the broken leaves and grass became less and less.

The move is alive.

People also lived.

If the Huangquan Ghost Rain Sword Technique that Fang Fang Junmei used before was still only at the speed of the machine, then now it is more spiritual, the finishing touch, and he has woken up.

"I understand, those fire cultivators and thunder cultivators that the third senior brother said are practicing spells every day, just like me, they are familiar with the degree of control of the vitality, but our sword cultivation is performed with the help of swords, which is more complicated than them casting spells empty-handed. ”

The more he practiced, the more enlightened he became, and Fang Junmei became more and more enlightened about the cultivation things introduced by Linghu Jinjiu.

Swish!

Fang Junmei suddenly retracted his sword, stretched out his left index finger, and slammed it forward.

Sou!

The milky white sword yuan flew out from the tips of his fingers, forming a substantial sword ray, striking forward, but instead of going straight, it was curved and agile like a snake.

Sneering –

After cutting four or five leaves in a row, they disappeared into thin air.

Fang Jun shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, but said to himself heartily: "This is the spell of those empty-handed guys, but - I still like to use the sword to get my hands on it." ”

One law, ten thousand laws.

When Fang Junmei was a warrior in the world, he understood this truth, and he didn't need other people's guidance at all, and he could use the sword technique empty-handed.

The sword whistled, and Fang Junmei practiced again.

......

A month passed, and Fang Junmei finally barely reached the realm of not separating the leaves and breaking the grass without opening the Three Breath Divine Stone, and he made a lot of progress in the control of the sword aura.

After returning to the main hall at the top of the Medicine King Peak, Chun Yuqian actually said one more word today.

"Boy, you must already know the story of the seventeen unlucky ones who failed in front of you, and two of the half-dead and three crazy boys failed in this level. If you say that the first two levels, relying on the will to carry it, you can pass, then this level, you have to see how far you can do to guard the mind, once the mind is lost, the vitality of the whole body will riot, Hugh to think that the old man will help you halfway. Useless waste, not worthy of sympathy. ”

Chun Yuqian's voice was stern and indifferent, making it hard to imagine that Song Shede could get along with him.

Fang Junmei was already familiar with this old man's temper, nodded slightly, and opened his mouth slightly.

Chun Yuqian didn't speak again, stretched out his hand and touched it again, and another jade bottle was touched, and the green light in the bottle was shining. Removing the plug, with a fingertip, a turquoise pill bounced into Fang Junmei's mouth, and the color alone made people suspect that it was poisonous.

The third test has arrived.

After swallowing this pill, Fang Junmei closed his eyes, guarding his mind, not daring to be careless.

This pill is also strange and abnormal, after swallowing it, it melts in the mouth, but the power of the medicine does not go down, but rushes towards the door of the brain.

Peng –

After a dull sound like a crash, Fang Junmei suddenly felt his mind, like a big stone, fall towards the boundless darkness below.

Speed, faster and faster!

And below, it was no longer a black patch, but a green light emerged, not static, but moving, more and more, densely packed, and Fang Junmei who was looking at it was puzzled.

Getting closer!

Fang Jun's eyebrows were sharp, and he finally saw clearly what the moving thing was, it was actually a green glow, half centipede, half spider-like strange worm, the worm was four or five feet long, ugly in appearance, and sharp fangs.

They all prostrate on the black earth, but they raised their heads again, and in their two hideous eyes, they shot hungry and fierce eyes, staring at Fang Jun's eyebrows who fell from above, as if they were waiting for a meal that they had been looking forward to for a lifetime.

Fang Junmei was bold after all, he didn't panic, his eyes froze, and he reached out and touched the storage bag on his waist, about to take the sword, this touch, he actually touched an empty one, the storage bag was obviously on his waist, but he couldn't take out anything.

The essence in his eyes flashed, and Fang Jun's eyebrows pointed out with their fingertips pointing downward, but there was still no finger shooting. In this illusory world, all supernatural spells are unreal.

Bang!

Fang Jun's eyebrows slammed and fell to the ground.

Squeak –

Before he could stand up, the worm had already surrounded him like crazy, biting his flesh and biting it.

"Ahh

The first stroke, Fang Junmei let out an extremely miserable wail, that feeling was not how painful his body was, but his soul was stung fiercely, and the painful feeling could not be described in words.

"Get out of here!"

There is no sword, no spell, Fang Junmei can only fight with his fists and feet, he is also a little accomplished in fists and feet, but the hero can't stand the wolf, and after a while, his body is crawling with the terrible insects, piercing his body and tormenting his soul.

There were many more insects crawling from afar.

Soon, from a distance, all I saw was a small hill that emitted a green light, protruding from the ground.

Fang Junmei, who was buried deep in it, was no longer able to move, his body twitched one after another, twitching like never stopping, and the painful appearance of gritting his teeth could make anyone creepy.

"Illusions, they are all illusions, don't take them seriously!"

Fang Junmei kept reminding himself, but the pain was too real and too real to be forgotten.

The howl was loud at first, but gradually became quieter.

Getting weaker and weaker!

......

In the real world, Chun Yuqian didn't get busy with his cultivation anymore this time, but his eyes fell on Fang Junmei's face with blazing eyes.

The face, knotted, twisted, trembling, and bruised like a hideous earthworm, and sweat rolled down.

Little by little, time passed.

Bang –

I don't know how long later, Fang Junmei's body suddenly tilted, his head slammed on the ground, his eyes didn't open, and his body was still trembling.

Chun Yuqian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at it carefully, but he didn't step forward, as if the time had not yet come.

After another cup of tea, Fang Junmei's body trembled and gradually stopped, until there was no movement at all.

Chun Yuqian finally stood up, walked to Fang Junmei's side, lifted his eyelids and looked at it, there was no sign of agility, his pupils were extremely scattered, as if he had become an idiot with amnesia.

"That's it, the old man still has some expectations for you. ”

Chun Yuqian shook his head and sighed, clipped Fang Jun's eyebrows, and walked out of the hall gate.

Whoosh –

A finger struck the door of a house not far away.

Soon, Song Shede walked out, and when he saw Fang Junmei's appearance, he seemed to have guessed something, and he also smiled bitterly.

"Willingly, return him to Fudo Peak, and help me find the next person to test the medicine. ”

Chun Yuqian said indifferently and majestically.

"Yes, master. ”

Song Shede should have come up, and he was going to take Fang Junmei.

At this moment, Chun Yuqian's wrist suddenly tightened and was held.

“...... Predecessor...... Why do you want to find the next one, and what you should pay me...... Haven't given it to me yet. ”

Weak, but with some strange insistence on the voice, came from under the ribs.

When the two of them heard the sound, they were slightly stunned, and looked down, only to see that Fang Junmei had already opened his eyes, although there was still a palpitation-like look in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth had already grinned, and his snow-white teeth were extremely dazzling.