In fact, Chen Xiaomo savored the old man's words, what he meant was not difficult to understand, the name of the young generation is the first name, and the greatest glory is not the identity, but the amazing strength behind it. In other words, Lin Chen's reputation was born from the battle, and he stood on the bones www.biquge.info of countless strong people. Now, looking at him, it was normal for him to look at Lin Chen with an upward gaze, because the third prince was already standing too tall. Thinking of this, Chen Xiaomo closed his eyes and began to cultivate silently, although he didn't need to look up to the third prince, but that feeling made him dislike it very much. The change in mood made Chen Xiaomo put away his usual casual attitude and concentrate on cultivating the mental method on the ancestral dragon's bloodline.

Since Lin Chen sensed the existence of the ancestral dragon's bloodline, he would not stop there, although this time, after he broke through, he restrained his breath in time, and there was also the cover of the lewd stick, but next time he might not have such good luck. In front of such a strong man, it is impossible for thousands of troops to stop his footsteps, if he wants to really keep the secret of his disguise, he must let himself have a better identity.

Feeling the changes in the young man in front of him, the old man's eyes flashed a hint of strangeness, if Chen Xiaomo was still a piece of jade before, at this moment, the jade has begun to show a beautiful brilliance. The most critical factor in the path of cultivation is that talent is indeed correct, but what really matters after embarking on this path is determination and perseverance. The five high-ranking avatars in the world do have immortal qualifications far beyond mortals, but, then again, there are only five avatar gods known in the world. Most immortal cultivators are still mediocre in talent.

Chen Xiaomo didn't know that whether he met Yue'er, Xi Yanzi, or even Luoluo before, they were all rare cultivation geniuses, only twenty years old, and he had already cultivated to the realm of Jindan that other people couldn't reach in their lifetimes, in comparison, he was still quite a genius, because Chen Xiaomo had not cultivated since childhood. However, although he is too much more than a genius, his identity is in the category of "Yue'er", and he is very eye-catching. After all, not everyone is lucky enough to receive the guidance of more than one immortal powerhouse.

Chen Xiaomo's disguised identity now, if he is in the army, he is also a master of a general. The only thing that has some shortcomings is that he is indeed too good at basic swordsmanship. Of course, this is also related to Qingyunzi's reluctance to teach him basic moves, intentionally or unintentionally, because he feels unnecessary. If these reasons are removed, Chen Xiaomo can barely be regarded as a sword cultivator now, after all, swordsmanship can still make up for it. Under the night sky, the treasure hunt slowly moved forward, who would have thought that nearly a thousand people rushed at night just because of one person. In a team, there are two Jin Dan who are standing at the apex of the world, but they still can't stop the edge of the three princes, the cold wind blows, and it is almost bitter and biting. It was not until noon on the second day, when the procession had gone out of the moor and reached a mountainous place, that the deputy chief of the provisional had ordered a halt to rest.

Luoluo has been a huge unknown spirit beast up and down, no one dares to disturb, after last night's battle, everyone already knows how powerful this seemingly weak young lady is. After the team rested for about half an hour, the deputy leader, who was dressed in a defensive magic weapon, had to come up and ask for instructions, because the road ahead was rough, and if he hurried now, it was very likely that he would have to camp in the mountains at night. "Continue on the way" In the gorgeous curtain, a beautiful voice came out, calm, but unquestionable. The deputy leader clenched his fists and led the order, and immediately walked to the front of the group and gave the order to hurry. Half a day later, as the sky grew dark, the tired team finally got a night's rest, and no one cared about it even in the wilderness.

Luoluo went back to his tent early in the morning, and ordered that no one should enter without her permission, Chen Xiaomo naturally would not provoke the former with enough food, he didn't have the cheap problem of being a slave and serving people, as long as Luoluo didn't summon him, he wished he could be happy all the way. When setting up the tent, Chen Xiaomo deliberately put his tent closer to the old man, the bonfire was raised, and after a simple dry meal, most of the monks and ordinary laborers who were tired for a day went back to the tent to rest, leaving only some of the monks who were keeping vigil to patrol back and forth, in case people and monsters with the same destination as them attacked.

Chen Xiaomo seems to find that he is quite talented in disguise, the actor's self-cultivation is not in vain, the proper actor exists, the old man sat by the bonfire and did not go back to the tent to rest, the assassination and the three princes that happened yesterday made him have to pay more attention, everyone knows that this trip will not be easy, but he didn't expect that the people who came are more difficult than the other. After passing this mountain range, he was not far from the news they had gotten, the inheritance of the Qingyun Sword Sect, and before that, he didn't want any more accidents to happen. The old man did not rest, and Chen Xiaomo did not go back to the tent, but accompanied the old man, silently cultivating the mental method, and it was not until midnight that he opened his eyes.

Chen Xiaomo looked at Aoki who was beside him, and sighed, he was always very unhappy with swordsmanship and instinct fighting, and the old man had an idea: "Senior, can you teach me swordsmanship" Ning Chen opened his mouth, very abruptly, the cultivation in his mouth naturally refers to moves, and he has his own mental method, and it is no worse than anyone else. The old man was silent, did not refuse, and did not agree. "Miss is more suitable than me," said the old man hoarsely after a long time. Chen Xiaomo understood what the old man meant, but what he wanted to learn was a sword, not a technique, he just wanted to learn the basic sword method well, so that he would not feel a little unsmooth when using Yanyang, and the sword intent was clear to him.

"She's a young lady," Chen Xiaomo said calmly, and didn't say anything else. The old man was silent again, not knowing what he was thinking. Chen Xiaomo was not in a hurry, and waited quietly on the side, although his cultivation time was still short, he also knew how conservative the concept of the sect was when he cultivated. This request was a bit rude, and if it weren't for the fact that there was no one around him to ask for it now, he wouldn't have asked for it. "One move, if you don't fall, I'll teach you a move" After about ten breaths, the old man said calmly. "Thank you" Chen Xiaomo didn't have joy in his eyes, but he smiled in his heart and kept thanking him, and then got up. He knows how strong the old man is, but if he is not as strong as him, all he wants is to know himself and his opponent, and he is also a sword intent. All the old man gave him was a chance, a chance to teach him, and an opportunity to refuse him. But he couldn't refuse. After Chen Xiaomo got up, the old man also got up, and then, Chen Xiaomo's expression became even more solemn. The old man's behavior showed that he did not release water. One move for another, fair and just, but it is not fair at all, because Chen Xiaomo only uses the strength of the foundation in order not to be exposed. The night wind was cold, even though there was a bonfire under the two of them, and when the dead branches burned, there was a crackling sound, which seemed so clear in this silent night, that the monk who was keeping vigil not far away seemed to feel something and looked over. At this moment of watch, the old man's sword moved, and no one could see how it was unsheathed, and when everyone came back to their senses, the sword was clearly out of its sheath.

A sword without contention and desire, it came without warning, without a trace of mana, and without any mana. This is the only chance he gave Chen Xiaomo, if the sword qi of the Jindan powerhouse, if the mana moves, a radius of ten zhang will be cut off, and this is no longer an opportunity. Therefore, this unfair war seems very fair. The true meaning of the sword is not too fast, accurate, and concentrated. The old man's sword was fast enough, accurate enough, and concentrated enough, originally, Chen Xiaomo had no chance to avoid it.

However, after Chen Xiaomo came to this world, he developed a character of fear of death and caution, especially in the face of Qingyunzi, he would subconsciously avoid half a step every time. Facing the old man today, he also subconsciously took half a step back. But he is not an old man, and his half-step retreat is just right, so the old man's sword is no longer accurate enough. A sword entered the body, retreated in a few steps, Chen Xiaomo's body was ethereal, he used his body technique, and avoided three more steps. The sword still pierced into the body in the wrong direction, Chen Xiaomo could avoid it, after thinking about it, he stopped his pace, Chen Xiaomo still didn't avoid it, but there was no need to avoid it, he didn't faint, every time he fell, it was a victory.

"From tonight, I will teach you to use a sword" The old man pulled out his sword, sealed Chen Xiaomo's wound with one finger, and then said lightly. "Thank you, senior" Chen Xiaomo covered his chest and coughed lightly. "Don't thank me, you earned it yourself," the old man sat cross-legged by the campfire, put his sword on his lap again, and closed his eyes to recuperate. Chen Xiaomo also sat aside and began to breathe, the old man's sword had no killing intent, and the wound was not too deep, compared to this sword wound, it was still more serious than his own sword yesterday. Another hour passed, the old man opened his eyes, and Ning Chen also woke up at the same time.

"You go and swing the sword, practice until I say stop" The old man's hand moved, and on the tent not far away, a black iron sword flew and thrust in front of Ning Chen. "Yes" Chen Xiaomo picked up the sword, walked to the side, and waved it again and again. The old man's eyes remained unchanged, and he immediately closed them again. Chen Xiaomo didn't ask, and waved the sword in his hand attentively, once, twice...... Simply swinging a sword is so simple that anyone can do it, however, Chen Xiaomo swung a lot, and after swinging it for a long time, he found that it was really difficult to swing a sword. No two swords can swing to the same trajectory, and no two swords can swing the same power, Chen Xiaomo swung all night, he didn't use any mana, and he didn't have surging blood, so his arms were almost unconscious, but he still stubbornly insisted, he felt that he liked this old man a little, if there was a chance that he wouldn't kill him, please join the Qingyun Sword Sect.

After dawn, the team hurried, Chen Xiaomo practiced swinging his sword while walking, and the mana in his body played a role at this time, at least it could relieve the soreness of his arm in time. "Tonight, practice stabbing the sword" When night fell, the old man spoke again, still not teaching Chen Xiaomo moves, but changing the way of practice to stabbing. Chen Xiaomo nodded, and then practiced silently, not asking the reason or the result. The road to the mountains is much more difficult to walk than everyone imagined, their team carries too many ordinary people, and it is difficult to ride on ancient trees, but it is not possible to do without mounts, so the speed of the road has slowed down, and the journey of one day has not been able to get out for three days. In the past three days, Chen Xiaomo did not learn moves, but he learned to swing and stab......

In the monotonous and boring three days, Chen Xiaomo harvested more things than in the past. He didn't notice that since his cultivation had entered the Golden Pill, the injuries on his body had recovered much faster than before. After the miraculous elixir conditioning, the sword wound on his left chest near his shoulder was no longer so painful, and the old man's sword was no longer a big problem. In fact, he had always been curious about what the pill in the retreat was made of, but he didn't have the merit to see it, although he had a little urge to be an alchemist.

Of course, in addition to the elixir produced by Shen Qi's Dunyi, the main reason is that his sword hand is his right hand, and his wounds are on the left, otherwise no matter how good the medicine is, it will not be able to withstand his tossing like this. As for Chen Xiaomo's method and progress in practicing swords, the old man and even the four hundred monks saw it, but no one bothered him. Diligent, stupid, this is the evaluation of Luoluo. Diligent, reluctantly, the old man has a slightly different opinion. Industrious, very industrious, gifted, that's what most monks think in their heads. Luoluo is a martial arts genius, so he naturally can't look down on the progress of the younger generations of this family in practicing swords, the old man is not a genius, he believes that diligence can make up for his clumsiness, and he can barely accept Chen Xiaomo's progress, and most of the monks are basically watching the excitement because they don't have a vision. However, no matter who it is, it cannot be denied that Chen Xiaomo is diligent, very diligent, very diligent.

On the night of the third day, the old man picked up the ancient sword and left the team tent with Chen Xiaomo far away. When he came back, it was already more than midnight, and as soon as Chen Xiaomo came back, he sat on the ground and breathed, his expression pale and a little scary. The old man went back to the tent to rest for the first time, and his old face couldn't hide the exhaustion. Fortunately, there was nothing to do this night! No one knew where the old man and Chen Xiaomo had gone or what they had done, and the only two who knew about it went back to pranayama after they came back that night, their faces were ugly and terrible. On the fourth day, the endless journey finally saw hope, standing on the mountain road, looking far away, a high mountain was located on the vast land, and everyone's hearts were immediately inspired. That was Qingyun Mountain, the end of the Qingyun Sword Sect's trial, and it was also their destination.

The mountains may seem close, but they are actually far away. The rising sun is always bright and gentle, which makes people unconsciously relax and let go of their vigilance. They forget that they are traveling day and night to avoid a person. Under the rising sun, when everyone looked back at the prime minister, they found that the demon in their eyes, the third prince, walked slowly in the morning light. I have to say that Lin Chen is worthy of the name of a disciple, especially at this time, the morning light behind him exudes a dazzling light, walking step by step, like an immortal descending, pressing everyone present to feel overwhelmed. What is despair, despair is when you are about to see hope, only to find that hope is so far away.

After more than ten days of traveling, the treasure hunting team was about to reach the safest place, but at the nearest place, they encountered an obstacle that they could not get through. The prince's undercover agent smiled brightly, and there was a trace of perverted cruelty in the splendor, and he hoped that the third prince would kill everyone, even if he killed him. In fact, not much is known about the Third Prince in this world, only that this is a young man who is unreasonably strong, and it turns out that the rumors are not exaggerated at all, and the battle a few days ago fully proved this. A person who has not yet reached the Yuan Infant can be so powerful. (To be continued.) )