Ling Huhua's eyes flashed with shock, and he looked at this sword and muttered, "It's actually a transformation attack!"

The transformation attack is a supreme technique that fuses the beast soul sealed in the spirit weapon with the spirit weapon itself, increasing the power of the spirit weapon. The power of this kind of exercise greatly exceeds that of ordinary spell attacks, although it is limited to the level of spirit weapons and the types and levels of spirit beasts, but the power is often twice that of ordinary attacks, and even more comparable to the power of low-level magic weapons.

The fire beaver beast roared at the sword, and a fiery red orb the size of a plum spat out of its mouth. The spiritual light on the bead was shimmering and wrapped in a light red flame, which was the demon pill that this beast had cultivated for hundreds of years.

Shen Zhaodong was a little surprised when he saw this, and then his face sank, and he spit out a word firmly in his mouth: "Chop!" The Taihe Sword carried a huge coercion towards the beast's lightning attack.

At this time, the red light of the demon pill of the fire beaver beast was so bright that people didn't dare to look at it directly, so they rushed towards this sword.

Boom, boom, boom!

The ground shook violently a few times, and the place where the sword beads intersected emitted a blazing white light that made it impossible to look directly, and Liu Yiwen and the others hurriedly looked sideways to avoid it. After a few breaths, they could turn their heads to see that the place where the fire civet beast had been located was charred, and a pit with a diameter of three or four feet was still emitting a trace of green smoke. The demon pill of the fire beaver beast has long been gone, and even the two demon beasts have disappeared.

Shen Zhaodong had already landed from the sky at this time, and everyone hurriedly saluted him.

Ye Xiumei smiled sweetly at him: "Congratulations to the master for his great cultivation, even the sixth-level demon beast can be killed!"

Shen Zhaodong shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Killing? How is that possible, the teacher doesn't have such magical powers." This beast has escaped!" he turned around and said angrily, "You are so bold that you dare to disobey my advice and venture here again!"

Liu Yiwen and the others looked ashamed, and even Sun Huo and the others were slightly embarrassed.

Shen Zhaodong looked into the distance and said, "It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time, let's go back to the sect!" After speaking, he sacrificed an oval flying magic weapon, and the spiritual light on the group flashed into it. He saw a certain direction and manipulated the thing to fly towards the outside of the Hundred Beast Mountain.

......

Nine months later, somewhere in the Yuquanfeng Mountain Range, in a stone pavilion.

A middle-aged man and an old man with flowery hair stood side by side, leaning on the railing overlooking the valley floor.

After a while, the old man turned his head sideways and said slowly, "Zhaodong, I heard that you grounded Yiwen?"

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "Senior Brother Hao, you have always ignored the affairs of your subordinates, how can you care about an ordinary disciple?"

The old man paused, and said calmly: "Although Yiwen's talent is slightly lacking, he is quite talented in smelting. And he has a calm heart, and he is a good seedling for cultivation. I also know a little about the Hundred Beasts Mountain last time, and he is also for the friendship of the same family, so I am afraid that it is a bit overkill to deal with it in this way. Speaking of this, Master Hao's face was a little gloomy.

Shen Zhaodong sighed: "Alas, I don't know what my senior brother said. It's just that a few disciples have repeatedly ventured into the depths of the Hundred Beast Mountain Range to find medicine, if they don't punish them slightly, I'm afraid that my junior brother will have a reputation for not being strict. Yiwen is too young after all, and it is beneficial to sharpen it more. Besides, it would not be a good thing to just let him stay on the 'Enlightenment Side' for a while, and take this opportunity to consolidate his cultivation. ”

Hao Shibo's face was slightly gloomy when he heard this, but his expression was hesitant and seemed to have something to say.

Seeing this, Shen Zhaodong smiled mysteriously at him, and said calmly: "Isn't it the time for the sect to compete in two years? With Yiwen's last performance and this period of hard work, the top ten positions are not small!"

Hao Shibo came back to his senses, glared at Shen Zhaodong fiercely, and said angrily: "It turns out that you have already calculated, it seems that I am worried too much!"

The two looked at each other for a moment and couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

At the bottom of the valley, by a lake several acres in size, two young men were facing each other with swords.

I only heard the young man in Xuanyi laugh and said, "Yiwen, be careful!" After speaking, the sword in his hand was about to attack the white-clothed young man opposite.

Liu Yiwen smiled nonchalantly: "Senior brother, just let it go! If you lose, it will be too shameless!"

Wen Tao was angry and said: "Hmph, don't be proud! Last time, I just deliberately made you a move, to see that you were angry!"

Liu Yiwen really had a clear sword in his hand, and said with a smile: "If you lose, you don't have to deny it, look at the sword!"

For a time, the sword aura by the lake was vertical and horizontal, and the aura was shining.

The two of them have been punished to come to this "enlightenment bank" and think about it behind closed doors for more than half a year.

At first, Liu Yiwen still couldn't figure out why he was also punished, and the "main culprit" Wen Tao was a year less than himself. He stayed here and cultivated without distractions, and whenever he had spare time, he had a discussion with Wen Tao, and his progress was rapid. In this way, he felt that he was "a blessing in disguise", and after thinking about it, he faintly felt that the master had other intentions for confined him.

So, he threw away his distractions and began his ascetic journey. Wen Tao is here to accompany him to fight, just to apply Jiang Huaishan's guidance to actual combat, so that he has a new understanding of the King Kong sword technique.

At first, Liu Yiwen only had the ability to parry and had no power to fight back, but gradually this situation slowly changed. At this time, Wen Tao's heart became more and more shocked, he saw the progress of this little junior brother, and now he was afraid that he would be slightly inferior.

The two fought for a while, Wen Tao put away his sword and shook his hand and shouted: "Don't fight, don't fight!" He gasped and walked to the big rock by the lake, sat down and rested. Seeing this, Liu Yiwen didn't dwell on him and sat down next to him.

After a while, Wen Tao said: "I can go back to the cave mansion soon, and I am afraid that you will be bored for the rest of your life!"

Liu Yiwen sighed and said: "Yes, you said that you caused trouble, but the master punished me, an accomplice, the heaviest. Am I wronged?"

Wen Tao said happily: "The old man is wise, and he knows that you are restless, so let you refine your patience here." ”

Liu Yiwen was dissatisfied: "Even so, you must leave you, the first criminal, here and let me practice more!"

Wen Tao snorted: "You think they are all as idle as you, but I am at the peak of my strength in the later stage, and condensation is what I should worry about." The sooner you go out, the more opportunities you have. Speaking of this, Wen Tao sighed, jumped down, picked up a stone beside him, and threw it towards the lake. The small boulders left a string of ripples on the surface of the lake and finally sank to the bottom of the lake, and he paced along the lake with his hands in disgust.

The breeze came slowly, and Liu Yiwen actually felt a little cool. He naturally understood Wen Tao's feelings at this time, he was over thirty-five years old and could no longer participate in the sect competition a year later, and Ning Yuandan had always been his heart disease. He looked at his brother's back, and involuntarily took out a pot of wine and poured two sips.