Chapter 19: The Terrifying Talent for Kendo

Hearing this name, Fang Jun's eyebrows moved, it didn't seem to be a good way.

At this moment, Linghu entered the wine, his mood became strange, and he said quietly: "This sword technique was obtained by the senior brother by accident when he walked in the cultivation world, and then passed it on to us. And the method is quite profound, a total of thirteen styles, the ultimate one is unpredictable, including the senior brother and us, none of them have been comprehended, the senior brother once said to us, if you want to perform that style, I am afraid you have to understand a little bit of the way of space. ”

Fang Jun's eyebrows were raised, and his heart was fluctuating.

The way of space is unknowable when you listen to it.

After Ling Hu finished speaking, he took out a blank jade slip, and with the power of spiritual sense, he made golden marks one after another inside.

Fang Junmei hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Third Senior Brother, what kind of character is Senior Brother, why did he leave our Immortal Peak?"

"I'll tell you when I'm free. ”

Ling Hu Jinjiu said casually, whether it was his voice or complexion, he didn't show much emotional change, and it didn't seem to be as intense as Fan Lanzhou about this person.

Fang Junmei didn't ask again.

After a little half a cup of tea, Ling Hu finished the mark after entering the wine, stuffed it to Fang Junmei and said: "After writing it down, erase the sword trick so that it doesn't fall into the hands of others, junior brother, comprehend it yourself." ”

Linghu Jinjiu was a little anxious today, and he didn't give much advice, perhaps because he was stimulated by Fan Lanzhou's words just now.

Fang Junmei accepted the jade slip, thanked him and left.

......

It's cultivation again.

After finding a clearing on the top of the mountain, Fang Junmei sat on the grass and watched.

The immortal sword trick also has some commonalities with the human sword, such as the sword aura, which replaces the internal force, but the sword aura is too mysterious than the internal force, so the power and mystery of the immortal sword trick are far more than the human sword.

Fang Junmei looked at it very quickly, and after the tea time, he erased the mark in the jade slip, closed his eyes and comprehended.

This realization is eight days and eight nights.

It wasn't until he felt the panic of his stomach that Fang Junmei finally woke up. Although he was already in the fourfold realm of qi induction, he had not yet reached the complete valley level, and he still needed to eat, so he quickly took out a fruit belly pill and ate it.

Linghu entered the wine and gave him the Fruit Belly Pill, there were only four pills left, and after eating, Fang Junmei was going to forage for food by himself.

After eating the Fruit Belly Pill, it was another insight.

Another two days and two nights passed, and Fang Junmei finally took out the peach wood sword and began to cultivate this Huangquan Ghost Rain Sword Technique.

With this performance, on the top of the mountain, the cold light flashed, and the sword was like rain.

The door of the new kendo opened to Fang Junmei.

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.

Fang Junmei's refining actually stopped until the eighth form, and if he went any further, he couldn't use it, and at this moment, the sword aura that he had worked hard to cultivate for a year had already consumed thirty percent.

"This sword technique is definitely not simple, with my current mana, fighting with others must be fought quickly. ”

Fang Junmei sat on the grass with his ass, wiped a handful of sweat and said.

At this moment, he didn't know his terrifying kendo talent, and the other two people who had already been shocked noticed that the wind on the top of the mountain was abnormal, and the spiritual sense seemed to be stunned, and their scalps exploded.

Is this guy human?

Is the Huangquan Ghost Rain Sword Technique so easy to use?

Ling Hu Jinjiu's chin shell fell to the ground, you must know that he only comprehended the three styles in a month, and he didn't expect Fang Junmei to understand much by himself, and he already planned to take the time to point out Fang Junmei to show his majesty.

"After Senior Brother, we don't move the peak, I'm afraid there will be another monster again......"

After a while, Ling Hu entered the wine and muttered to himself.

......

After taking a few breaths, Fang Junmei rehearsed the first eight styles twice. Comprehension is comprehension, only countless times of practice can be proficient, Fang Junmei understands this truth better than anyone else.

After practicing three times, Fang Junmei returned to his house, fetched water from the well and drank a few large sips, then returned to the house to recover his mana.

After recovering his mana, he practiced again, looking like a sword idiot.

This went on and on, until the hunger was getting stronger and stronger after eating the Hunger Pill, and Fang Junmei finally decided to go to the foot of the mountainside of this immovable peak to find something to eat.

......

At the foot of Fudo Peak, the mountains are vast and the vegetation is lush.

There are naturally a lot of wild fruits, but that thing can't satisfy hunger, after eating a few, Fang Junmei simply beat a pheasant, found a stream, plucked the feathers, and barbecued.

The pheasant in this peach blossom source is also much bigger than the mountains and forests in the world, the oil is more fleshy and fat, and after a while, there is a fragrant overflow, dripping grease, falling on the grass, making a particularly attractive sound.

Fang Junmei was rarely relaxed, and simply lay on his back on the grass, looking at the white clouds swimming leisurely in the sky, his thoughts flying.

Drifting Ocean.

Across the sea.

Climb Luofu Mountain.

I entered this Taoyuan Sword Sect again, and worshiped a sleeping living dead man as a master.

His experience over the past two years can be regarded as legendary.

The people in their hometown, do you still remember him, the senior brother Leng Qianqiu, where did he take the Jianbei Mountain City, and the little junior sister Shu Chuchu is still sticking to the mountain city?

In the future, will there be a time to return to the mountain city?

When will the dream of catching up with time and catching up with the passing years come true?

......

"It's mushy!"

As his thoughts flew up, the smell of burnt food came, Fang Junmei sighed, quickly sat up, and pulled out the blackened pheasant on the fire beside him.

The pheasant's skin was already charred black, but fortunately it was still tender inside, and Fang Junmei ate it. After most of the chickens were clean, they were finally full.

Seeing that it would be a waste of time to rush back to the peak again, and that he would have to come down next time to find food, Fang Junmei simply didn't go up, so he practiced his sword by the stream.

This way, I walked and practiced, and at the same time rushed to the direction of Deacon Peak.

This mountain forest is all owned by Fudo Peak, but there are no other disciples to come, no one disturbs, when he encounters those small demon beasts, Fang Junmei uses it to practice the Huangquan Ghost Rain Sword Technique, and becomes more and more proficient.

On this day, leaving the range of Fudo Peak, Fang Junmei walked on a mountain stone road, according to the map jade slip given by Linghu Jinjiu, the front should be the place where the outer disciples are more concentrated, called Xingzhuoye, go to the center, it is the Deacon Peak.

In the mountains and forests, there were more and more houses, and naturally there were more and more monks.

Among the outer disciples, there are many who enter the door early, and their cultivation is not bad, many of them roar in the air, and Fang Junmei who saw it was envious in his heart, but unless he cultivated to the floating dust period, he would not be able to walk in the sky, the so-called floating dust is what it means, floating on the dust.

Many of the outer disciples who came and went showed surprise after seeing Fang Jun's eyebrows.

"He's the Fang Junmei who just started last year, how could he cultivate so fast?"

Someone whispered.

"What's the big deal, he must have learned a more clever introductory technique, and he got a large amount of sword spirit stones from his senior brother, and if he were replaced by me, he would have cultivated so quickly. ”

Someone's sour interface.

The inner disciple is the elite of the sect, and there are the elders of the inner door to support him, and he is replaced by someone else, who dares to chew the root of his tongue, but the Taoist has been sleeping, and Fudong Feng seems to be changing masters again.

Along the way, there was a lot of talking.

Fang Junmei ignored it, and there was not even the slightest wave in his calm gaze.

What kind of character he is, his realm may not be as good as these guys for the time being, but his temper tempered in the world is not bad at all. Dealing with these superficial people is simply insulting to him.

However, there must be people who think that he is weak and can be bullied.

Swish!

A figure fell from the branches of a big tree in front of him, and landed right in the middle of the road, blocking Fang Junmei's way forward, with chic and elegant movements.

"Senior Brother Fang, I heard that you are very talented in swordsmanship, and you can easily break through the flaws in other people's swordsmanship, why don't you guide me with both hands?"

After landing, the voice of the visitor said calmly and elegantly.