Luo Yun's true realm, almost no one in the Immortal Sect monk knows.

But the head of the other eleven immortal sects present in the Immortal Alliance was very clear, he was a disciple of the "Purple Heaven Realm" that the Kunlun Yuan Sect wanted to protect, and at that time, Luo Yun and Feng Cangqiong dared to compare the length of the time, and during this time, their inner universe realm was sensed.

When Bai Heming said the name "Luo Yun", in the Imperial Sword Gate, the three hall masters stood solemnly in front of the Divine Death Ancestor, waiting for the Ancestor to give instructions on this sect competition.

The ancestor closed his eyes and pondered, as if recalling an extremely unpleasant thing, and said slowly: "Kunlun, Luo Yun, if you can't get rid of it, stay away." ”

Although the Xianmen wanted to win in the sect competition, the final limit was - even if they lost, the loss should not be too big.

In the past, there were no monks from the Purple Universe Realm in the Great Competition, so in the competition, no matter how seriously injured they were, they would not damage the star veins and star apertures - that was the foundation of the monks!

The people sent to participate in the sect competition are all the elites of the juniors in the sect, and if they are really injured in the star vein, the gains outweigh the losses.

Therefore, when the candidate for Dabi was decided, almost all the sects had the same warning to the disciples of the reference as the Edgeworth.

Luo Yun didn't know that he had been quietly regarded as the target of many sects or the object to be avoided.

After he broke through the eighth star ring, he returned to Kunlun Yuanzong with Jing Liunian, and then spent nearly three months refining his sword intent on the vermilion rope ladder of Master Fu Donglou.

In the past, when Luo Yun first arrived at the Hidden Sword Peak, he swung the sword countless times without desire or impatience, but he could easily comprehend the sword qi and sword momentum, but now the sword intent wants to go to the next level, which is very difficult.

These three months are really unbearable.

Luo Yun didn't know how many times he had fallen from it.

For him, his body is strong, and he can't break it if he falls, but he has almost no points left of his confidence and pride.

Rao is Luo Yun knew the meaning of the master, not only to hone the sword intent, but also to polish his heart, and he still couldn't help but get anxious.

In the first month, Luo Yun fell from it tens of thousands of times.

At that time, he felt that he could drive the Heavenly Endless Sword Formation, and now he had a sword intent realm, and there were still several majestic sword intents in it, not to mention that he had refined the Natal Spirit Sword - a realm sword at one time, if he didn't have the talent to become a sword cultivator, if he said it, no one in the ten thousand people would think so.

Because of this, he thought that he could quickly reach the realm of Senior Brother Xuanli - and even surpass Senior Brother.

In the second month, Luo Yun was still wrestling.

It's just that the times aren't that frequent.

It's not that he held on longer, but after he fell to the ground, he would look at the blue sky on the Hidden Sword Peak and struggle.

He has the bloodline talent of the Luo family on top of his cultivation, even if he doesn't do a sword cultivator, he can still climb to the top, why waste his time here?

But when he thought of this, he felt a little regretful.

Even if he lies on the ground for a while, the regret will become bigger and bigger, from a small hole in his heart to a big hole that cannot be filled.

In his mind, he would think of the moment when he entered the realm of asking swords with a realm sword, reached a consensus, and broke through this realm, remembered the sword intent he had condensed, and remembered the joy of picking up Jiang Feng's sword in Tiancui Tower at the earliest.

Even, he remembered the distant memories of sitting on top of the crane, looking at the thirty-six peaks, and finally choosing the hidden sword peak.

No matter how many times he struggled, in the end he would always choose to stand up again and continue to climb the vermilion rope ladder.

Two months have passed, and Luo Yun's mentality has calmed down a lot.

He is no longer obsessed with reaching or even surpassing the level of Senior Brother Xuanli in a short period of time, this is the path he has chosen, and the joy he gets from every swing of the sword and every time he has a feeling is not fake.

He silently climbed the rope ladder, day after day, without counting the passage of time, silently looking for a ray of heavenly light that belonged to him in the oncoming sword intent like a waterfall.

During these nearly three months of training, Fu Donglou did not speak, but only meditated in front of the grass house that belonged to him.

The polishing of Luo Yun's sword intent was not his purpose.

The difficulty of sword cultivation is not only the difficulty in the tempering of the body, the integration of sword moves and the power of Xingyuan, the stimulation of sword qi, and the mastery of sword momentum?

It's more difficult in Kenshin, Kenji, and Kendo!

In Fu Donglou's heart, Luo Yun is really a genius of sword cultivation! It's a pity that between master and apprentice, I don't know whether it's a deep or shallow relationship, and Luo Yun has to teach him personally for a long time - almost negligible, basically self-realized.

Because of this, Fu Donglou was even more worried after he probably understood Luo Yun's sword intent now.

Luo Yun is gifted and intelligent, and he has directly gone from inducing sword qi to comprehending sword intent—but among them, he has skipped the crucial step of refining the sword intent.

The sword heart is clear, so that it will not be confused and swayed by any foreign objects in the future.

Kenshin is strong, so that he will not fall into confusion, retreat, weakness and doubt.

If the first month was to shatter Luo Yun's solid shell formed by genius sword intent, then the second month was the stage that Fu Donglou valued the most.

Between every battle between giving up and getting back up, every time Luo Yun stood up, before the sword intent that he couldn't resist and endured defeat, he made the sword heart undergo a tempering and washing.

The more you sharpen, the stronger it gets.

The more washed, the clearer.

Fu Donglou also knew that this was not something that could be achieved overnight, but at least it had to be able to support the sword intent he had at the moment.

As for whether he could reach the height of Xuanli in the third month, Fu Donglou didn't think it was an important matter, or even a thing.

A solid foundation is always more important than blindly stacking high, thick accumulation and thin hair are all natural, where is the need to rush to complete it in just a few months?

But when Fu Donglou saw Luo Yun silent in front of those sword intents, he fell again after a few breaths, he was still shocked.

He was very happy for Luo Yun in his heart, but his face was silent, he stood up, put his hands behind his back, and walked over slowly.

Luo Yun was lying in the middle of the three thatched huts like a "big" character, looking at the layers of rope ladders above.

The so-called cultivation is really like a person drinking water and knowing how cold and warm he is, and all kinds of different feelings are born from the change of the sword heart, and Luo Yun naturally understands it deeply.

Here, a round white-haired old man's face suddenly appeared in front of him, and his heart was sincerely happy, and he stood up and bowed, "Thank you, Master." ”

Fu Donglou let out a "hmm" and said, "The sect is far more free than the competition in the sect, and magic weapons, pills, talismans, and even spirit pets can be brought in. He handed over a bag and said, "These are some things for the teacher, you can take a look, if necessary, go to a place like Lianyu Pavilion to change them, don't be afraid of too many things, no matter how to prepare, it is not too much." ”