Lingjian Gate, one of the four major cultivation gates of the Great Zhou Kingdom, is located between the mountains in the southwest.

Jiang Huan, a miscellaneous disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect, in the past month, he always felt as if something had been drilled into his head, and some strange and unfamiliar pictures flashed from time to time.

"Could it be that my head was really broken by that thunderbolt?"

A month ago, Jiang Huan was struck by a lightning strike while cleaning in Shanmen Square, and he was lucky to not die, but after that, he began to intermittently have trance, headaches, drowsiness and other bad states.

With the appearance of the bad state, Jiang Huan became more and more depressed, the daily miscellaneous tasks of a miscellaneous disciple like him were already quite heavy, and there was not much time for cultivation, and now he didn't have much time to cultivate except for completing miscellaneous tasks every day.

There are many disciples in the Spirit Sword Sect, there are strict ranks, and disciples of different levels enjoy different rights, such as Jiang Huan, a miscellaneous disciple is regarded as the last disciple, and it is also the most unpopular disciple, and the main task every day is all kinds of miscellaneous work, sweeping the floor, dusting, and chopping wood......

Above the miscellaneous disciples are the outer disciples, barely the official disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect, they no longer need to engage in basic miscellaneous tasks, they only need to complete some corresponding master tasks every month to receive a certain number of master rewards, and the rest of the time can devote themselves to cultivation.

Above the outer disciples are the inner disciples and the core disciples, who enjoy more resources and rights, among which the core disciples are the key training objects of the master.

At present, Jiang Huan is a miscellaneous disciple who stays at the fourth layer of Qi training, if he can't become an outer disciple before the age of fifteen, he will be forced to leave the sect, and he is now fourteen years old, and he will be fifteen years old in a few months, and he is still two levels away from the sixth layer of Qi training, with his previous cultivation speed, it can be said that there is little hope.

At the age of eleven, Jiang Huan was selected by the Spirit Sword Sect with the qualifications of the three spirit veins, and he was once a miscellaneous disciple, but in more than three years, he only cultivated from the first level of Qi cultivation to the fourth layer of Qi training, and most of the disciples who entered at the same time with him have become outer disciples or inner disciples, and even core disciples.

In the past three years, it's not that Jiang Huan hasn't worked hard enough, he has worked very hard, every day before dawn when others are still asleep, he has already started morning exercises, and in the dead of night, when others have fallen asleep, he is still meditating on luck.

However, no matter how diligent he tried, his cultivation speed was always extremely slow.

At the beginning, Jiang Huan was selected as a disciple by the Spirit Sword Sect with the qualifications of the three spirit veins, and he was infinitely beautiful in the family.

Three years later, however, he became a waste that everyone scrambles to laugh at.

"Alas!"

Jiang Huan held the broom in his hand for a while, sighed lightly, and continued to clean the Shanmen Square, which was the miscellaneous task he had to complete today.

"Ouch, isn't this Jiang Huan, I heard that you were hit by a thunderbolt a few days ago and broke your brain?"

Suddenly, a strange voice of yin and yang came from behind Jiang Huan.

Three young men dressed in the costumes of outer disciples walked towards Jiang Huan, and the one who spoke was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who was walking in the front, and I saw that the corners of his mouth were a playful smile that was not disguised.

Jiang Huan frowned slightly, just listening to the voice, he knew that the person who came must be the outer disciple Zhou Tong.

Zhou Tong, a disciple of the outer sect of the Spirit Sword Sect, has a seventh-level qi practice, and can only be regarded as the bottom level among the outer disciples, I don't know if in order to seek a sense of existence, he will find trouble with miscellaneous disciples every once in a while, and Jiang Huan is the object of his frequent bullying.

Jiang Huan did not look back, but continued to sweep the fallen leaves on the ground.

Zhou Tong stepped forward, saw that Jiang Huan did not react in the slightest, he was slightly angry in his heart, stretched out his hand and pushed Jiang Huan violently, and hummed: "Boy, Lao Tzu is talking to you." ”

Jiang Huan was pushed hard and almost fell, but fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, took a few steps back in time to slow down his body, and subconsciously glared at Zhou Tong angrily.

"Dare to stare at Lao Tzu, look for death!"

Seeing Jiang Huan's angry eyes, Zhou Tong's anger increased sharply, he took two steps forward, and punched out with his right hand.

Jiang Huan was about to stretch out his hand to resist, but suddenly there was a tingling pain in his head, and his movements couldn't help but slow down by half a beat.

"Bang!"

Zhou Tong punched Jiang Huan in front of the door and made a muffled sound.

Jiang Huan's eyes darkened, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Huh?" Zhou Tong was slightly stunned, and then sneered: "Boy, play with Lao Tzu and pretend to be dead?"

After speaking, Zhou Tong stepped forward and kicked twice, seeing that Jiang Huan didn't react, he frowned lightly, and scolded: "Grandma, this kid is getting more and more unbeaten, and he will be beaten over with one punch, it's really his uncle's disappointment, let's see if he is killed?"

"Yes, Brother Tong. ”

A slightly chubby teenager immediately squatted down to check it, and replied, "Fainted, Brother Tong, your fists are really powerful and domineering!"

Zhou Tong smiled, but it was quite useful, looked at Jiang Huan, and said, "Count this kid lucky today, let's go." ”

Soon, Zhou Tong and the three of them walked away.

......

Three days later, in a rough house, Jiang Huan, who was lying on a wooden bed, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, like stars, and he seemed to be like two people before he fainted.

After a few breaths, Jiang Huan sat up suddenly, a trace of excitement appeared on his face, and he said with a slight excitement in his mouth: "Haha, the sky is endless, I Jiang Wanzhong is back!"

Jiang Wanzhong, known as the Sword Demon, is known as the "Four Evil Demons" along with the Nine Shadows, Medicine Mania, and Rakshasas, and his cultivation has reached the consummation of the Holy Venerable Realm decades ago.

A month ago, after several years of retreat, he broke through the Shengyuan Fan cage in one fell swoop, but he attracted a colorful thunder tribulation, his body was shattered, and his soul was scattered.

This miscellaneous disciple in the Qi cultivation period was none other than Jiang Huan, and in the past month, his bad state was caused by Jiang Wanzhong's half-wisp of remnant soul.

In the past month, half a wisp of remnant soul has been forcibly fused with Jiang Huan's soul, although only half a wisp is left, but Jiang Wanzhong is a super powerhouse of the Saint Venerable Realm after all, and his soul is extremely powerful, even if there is only half a wisp of remnant soul, it is many times stronger than Jiang Huan's soul.

As the soul fusion continued to deepen, Jiang Huan's own soul became weaker and weaker, and he appeared in a trance, headache, drowsiness and other bad states.

Three days ago, Jiang Huan was bombarded by an external force, and his already weak soul immediately fell into a coma, and half of the remnant soul took the opportunity to fuse wildly, and the soul fusion that would have taken two or three months to complete was successfully completed in three days.

At this time, Jiang Wanzhong's half-wisp remnant soul and Jiang Huan's soul were fused into a new soul, and the soul memories of the two were preserved at the same time, and because Jiang Wanzhong's half-remnant soul was far stronger than Jiang Huan's soul, the new soul self-consciousness seemed to be more inclined to the identity of the sword demon Jiang Wanzhong.

"With only the cultivation of the fourth layer of Qi cultivation, this body is really weak! If the lady of the Rakshasa Palace knows, I'm afraid she will arrest me to make a furnace!"

Jiang Huan closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, checked his body slightly, and then muttered, while thinking in his heart: "I don't know if I can return to the peak of cultivation." Forget it, don't worry about it for the time being, just improve your cultivation as soon as possible. ”

"Bang!"

Jiang Huan was bowing his head and pondering, when the door was kicked open.

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl walked into the room menacingly, her watery black eyes glared like a little tiger, only to see her holding a long whip in her right hand and pointing at Jiang Huan, and said angrily: "Jiang Huan, have you not cleaned the square in the mountain gate in the past two days, and the girl who harmed her was derelict in her duties, and was deducted nearly half of the reward this month by the teacher......

Su Xiaoxi suddenly paused as she spoke, her face was stunned, and she saw Jiang Huan, who was sitting on the bed, looking at her with an extremely cold look, her body trembled slightly, and her footsteps stopped suddenly.

However, after a short period of shock, Su Xiaoxi became domineering again, how could she be a sixth-level outer disciple of Qi cultivation to be bluffed by a miscellaneous disciple of the fourth layer of Qi training, I am afraid that she will lose her death if she says it.

"Hmph, what kind of eyes are you, you don't do your duty to complete your miscellaneous tasks, you dare to look at me with such eyes, don't give you some hardship, you really think this girl is a sick cat. ”

As Su Xiaoxi spoke, the long whip in his right hand shook slightly, and with a hard flick, the long whip swept through a vague shadow and whipped towards Jiang Huan.

Seeing that the long whip was drawn quickly, Jiang Huan's pupils shrank slightly, and with a sudden grasp of his left hand, he grabbed the long whip accurately.

"Huh!"

Su Xiaoxi was slightly stunned, she didn't expect Jiang Huan to grab her long whip so easily.

In the Spirit Sword Sect, the outer disciples have the qualifications to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to select martial arts.

Su Xiaoxi's cultivation is an intermediate martial art, which has reached the realm of early formation, and the whip that is drawn towards Jiang Huan contains some martial arts mysteries, although it only uses about fifty percent of the power, but it should be more than enough to deal with Jiang Huan, who is at the fourth level of Qi training.

"Is it just a coincidence?"

Su Xiaoxi subconsciously gave himself a seemingly reasonable explanation, and then snorted lightly, and his right hand was about to exert force again.

However, the next moment, her body suddenly lost its balance.