Xia Lang walked out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and saluted the old man guarding the door, then returned to his other courtyard and began to practice these few steps.

"Young master, I can finally experience the feeling of flying, Edgeworth flying, tsk, I've been fascinated for a long time. ”

After that, he calmed down and began to comprehend it. Xia Lang confessed the blood of the Haoyang Sword given by Wu Yu. After recognizing the master, he felt that the flying sword and him had a sense of blood connection, as if it was a part of his body, or a derivation of his limbs. As soon as his mind moved, the Haoyang Sword disappeared from his hand, silent in his dantian, and the thought appeared in Xia Lang's hand again as soon as he turned around, which was really mysterious.

After crossing the Houshan Cave Mansion area, he found a valley floor with gentle terrain and dense grass to try to practice swordsmanship. After sacrificing the flying sword, Zhenyuan injected it into it, attached his divine consciousness to it, controlled the flying sword to float, and then Xia Lang stepped on it with a jump, learning to stand on the tip of the sword with his feet side by side, and his mind moved with his hands behind his back, and the flying sword carried him crookedly forward.

"Haha!

After that, he stroked his non-existent beard with his hand, posing as a master of the world. Immediately, he used his divine sense to activate the acceleration formation in the flying sword, it didn't matter if he didn't activate it, as soon as he activated it, he saw the flying sword rush forward, and the unprepared Xia Lang screamed and fell from above.

"Fortunately, Ben Shao is smart, find a soft place, otherwise I would have fallen miserably. I still overestimated my ability, I originally thought I couldn't wrestle, but now I can slap my face. ”

limping and covering his buttocks, he picked up the Haoyang Sword in the distance.

"All the monks I've seen are with their feet in the middle of their swords, their hands behind their backs, and they look like fairy wind bones. However, this is not scientific at all, the center of gravity is obviously unstable, and the driving skills of this thing should be similar to that of the treadboard, air is a fluid, and seawater is also a fluid, and they are all suitable for fluid science. I'll change it, it's unsightly and unsightly, but it's better to be practical, so let's play it as a treading wave version. ”

Sharon immediately put himself into practice again, and he quickly fell with a bruised nose and swollen face, and from time to time there were exclamations, strange screams and scolding from all over the valley, and the sound was so terrible that it could definitely scare crying children.

Xia Lang is also a person who does not admit defeat, and if he does not succeed in cultivation, he will not give up. When he was tired from cultivation, he rested and rested, and when he was thirsty and hungry, he ate Bigu Dan, and before leaving, he asked Chu Shaoqiu for Bigu Dan and some pills for external injuries. The hard work paid off, and more than a month has passed, and Xia Lang's swordsmanship has been practiced to the point of perfection and superbness. Everyone else flies in a straight line, and even if they turn corners, they make big turns. But Sharon is different, he can even drill through the trees at high speed, perform various tumbling and dodging maneuvers, and anyone will definitely be amazed if they see him flying like this. It's just that his standing posture similar to squatting horses, with a green robe and long hair shawl, no matter how you look at it, it is not descript, and it is completely inconsistent with the aesthetics of this world.

In the following days, he practiced the attack part of the sword mastery, and his divine sense controlled the flying sword to carry out long-range attacks. At first, Xia Lang only practiced the attack speed and attack distance of the flying sword, but his divine sense increased to a radius of more than two miles after breaking through the middle stage of foundation building, and if all of it was used for the perception of straight-line distance, it could extend to a distance of five miles. The reason why he wants to practice this is mainly because Xia Lang wants to uphold the only way to knock the stuffy stick to the end, he doesn't care what kind of gentleman is not a gentleman, as long as he is an enemy, he can kill him, who cares if the means are bright or not, on the premise of not violating his own heart, achieving the goal is the king. What to do and what not to do, just have a number in your heart, as long as you are sure that it is the enemy, you must strangle the hidden danger.

At first, when the flying sword flew to four miles, he already felt a little powerless, let alone accuracy, so he had no choice but to shorten the distance. So he stood two miles away from the cliff, controlled the flying sword to shoot towards the cliff, only to see a golden streamer flying directly towards the cliff, there was no violent roar, no imaginary flying stone splashing, Haoyang Sword was just like a knife cutting tofu, directly the whole root was gone, this was just Xia Lang injected a little bit of true yuan, he was secretly speechless, it can be seen that the power of the top-grade flying sword. Next, Xia Lang has been controlling the flying sword to attack this point all the time, slowly changing from no target to no false hair, the distance of the attack is also from near to far, and the angle of the attack is becoming more and more tricky.

"Hey, it's been more than a month, it's time to go back, and this time the results are not bad. ”

Xia Lang said complacently, and after that, he stepped directly on the sword and flew away, habitually using the squatting posture like a horse.

"Senior brother, look at that fellow disciple, his posture of flying with the sword is so funny, why does it feel a little weird?"

"Well, my sister is reasonable, it feels like she is squatting on the toilet. ”

"Don't say that, it's disgusting. You see, he seems to have just learned this spell, and he is still wavering. ”

When Xia Lang was seen by the disciples of Taixuanzong when he passed through the mountain gate, he had such a comment, how could he not know what they were talking about with his divine sense. After hearing this, Xia Lang almost lost his mind, and fell off the flying sword with a stumble, and the corners of his mouth twitched for a while before the flying sword was stabilized.

"I don't know the goods, I will show my power when I see the young master in the future. ”

Sharon thought viciously, what do they know, this is the most skillful.

"Uncle Shi is back, how is the progress of the cultivation of the Imperial Sword Technique?"

Yang Xingfeng happened to come back from outside and hurriedly stepped forward to say hello.

"It's okay, your uncle and I are talented and intelligent, I must have succeeded in cultivating, and the opportunity will open your eyes. ”

"Uncle Shi is a disciple of the peak master, and he must be much better than us in terms of qualifications, and there is a chance that Uncle Shi will let us see for a long time. By the way, Uncle Shi, you've been making something for a while, haven't you forgotten it? ”

"I'll deal with it, this time you've got an oral administration. ”

After Xia Lang grinded some grains such as rice into fine flour, he added water to the container that Huo Mingyuan was refining, and then added the grain flour to it. Then he put the container in the formation, kept it at about 30 degrees, and then the formation was out, and everything was in place, only the east wind was owed. The whole process of brewing wine made Yang Xingfeng and the others curious, especially Huo Mingyuan, he was a famous refiner, but he really couldn't understand what the strange things that Xia Lang asked him to refine were for.

Seven days later, Xia Lang entered the formation, distilled the puree, and after filling it in a wine jar, he called several people over.

"Are you curious about what I'm doing these days? Sharon said,

"I and a few junior brothers and sisters really don't know why, Uncle Shi is going to tell us today?" Yang Xingfeng replied,

"What do you think of the Biling Qingju brewed by the peak master?"

Several people's faces were solemn, and they hugged their fists and said:

"Lord Peak, using the thousand-year-old Tianxiang Ancient Chrysanthemum as the main material, supplemented by a lot of precious medicinal materials, is very famous in our Taixuanzong, even in the cultivation world. The Fuli real person of Xiaoyao Valley once used a low-grade spiritual weapon-level defensive armor before exchanging it for ten jars of Qing Chrysanthemum Brew, which shows its preciousness. It's just that the disciples don't take that orally. ”

"Master's wine is very rare because of the materials used, several of which must be more than a thousand years old, and the medicinal materials used alone are also very valuable. Moreover, several medicinal herbs have been neutralized by Tianxiang Ancient Chrysanthemum, so that the medicinal effect and Yuan Force in it have become very mild, and ordinary people can drink it, and it has the effect of washing impurities in the flesh for low-level cultivators, so it is very popular. But the taste of Qingju brew is, in my opinion, scum. ”

Xia Lang looked up proudly, that Qingju brewed and secretly poured out a little and tasted it, it is a wahaha jasmine tea, what's the big deal.

As soon as these words came out, Yang Xingfeng and the others changed color and exclaimed:

"Uncle Shi said cautiously, the peak master's mana is profound, let him hear it, and he will not be punished. ”

"Oh, what other wine can make my chrysanthemum like tofu dregs, let's hear it."

Wu Yu's voice came slowly, and Yang Xingfeng and the others who listened to it were cold.