After slowing down for a long time, Fang Yun's strength gradually recovered. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info looked at the broken trunk and the rock where a small piece of gravel had fallen, and couldn't help but look surprised.

"If I learn all the 108 strokes, even the last three tricks, won't I have any hope of revenge?"

He was pleasantly surprised, thinking that this set of hammer methods exceeded his strength too much, and every time he started with someone, he only used ordinary three moves, and the three consecutive moves could only be used in life and death crises, otherwise he would lose his strength and become fish and meat, and let others slaughter him.

At this time, he was tired, his clothes were soaked, and he shivered with cold, so he lit a fire, set up the dead big fish and grilled it, and roasted it to keep warm while eating.

Remembering that when the thunder fell from the sky, there was obviously a phantom of a big fish rising into the sky and colliding with the thunder, which blew himself out of his body and entered the mysterious space.

Where did the phantom of the big fish come from, and where was the mysterious space located?

Stretched out his hand and touched the phantom of the ancient sword in his heart, and muttered secretly: "Ancient sword, ancient sword, how many secrets do you have?"

The master died because of it, the two senior brothers went crazy for it, and the men, women, and children of Qingshi Village died because of it, which made him shiver and feel that this thing was unknown.

It was night, Fang Yun hugged his knees, looked up at the North Star in the night sky flashing and flashing, knowing that he had been walking in the direction of the North Star, about a thousand miles away was where the Sword Casting Gate was located, and the master had mentioned the "Sword Casting Gate Abandoned Disciples" in his last words, and his tone was quite emotional.

This made Fang Yun's heart move, and he immediately made a major decision - to go to the Sword Casting Gate to apprentice, learn the art of sword casting, and avenge the master and all the villagers in Qingyun Village!

It's just that...... The sword-forging gate is the gate for cultivating immortals, and it accepts disciples very strictly, can you enter it yourself?

Touching the phantom of the ancient sword in his heart, he seemed to be able to feel its throbbing, a force was hidden in his heart, he was fearless at this moment, no matter what difficulties he encountered, he believed that this ancient sword would bless himself with good fortune.

"As soon as the morning dawns, we will set off! This sword-forging gate must be entered!" he made up his mind.

Early the next morning, facing the white belly of the fish in the east, Fang Yun picked up the big fish on his back and strode towards the direction of the North Star.

It was still dark ahead, only the faint starlight reflected the young man's young face, and the young man's eyes were like the stars in the sky, looking into the distance, full of hope.

This is exactly a sword, a fish, a thought!

The road to cultivating immortals is full of dangers, and the young man is fearless in his sword!

Thirteen-year-old Fang Yun, on this day, at this moment, officially embarked on the road of seeking immortal cultivation......

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Three months later, early summer came.

The green hills are green, and the birds are in the sky.

The Sword Casting Gate has reached its annual apprenticeship ceremony, and one after another, messengers who have chosen good apprentices and good disciples from all over the place have returned.

On this day, a rude man wearing a sword-casting gate service walked down the mountain with a cold face, followed by about twenty rural teenagers who were rough and timid.

"Let's go faster! Those who are left behind will get out of here and go down the hill by themselves!" the rude man shouted, extremely impatient with these rural teenagers.

When he walked to the mountain gate, one of the deacons guarding the gate smiled and said to the rude man: "Wang Jinshan, you are unlucky, you have been down the mountain for three months, and you have chosen these stupid teenagers to come back? ”

"Fuck, bad luck! bad luck! There is no one with a spiritual root, and before Lao Tzu went down the mountain, he asked Uncle Sun for divination. The rude man known as Wang Jinshan swept the young man behind him with a cold face, and exhaled: "Hmph! Fortunately, these young men are strong and have the skills of striking iron, and they can be regarded as meeting the requirements of second-class miscellaneous labor." ”

"Okay! Recently, the demand for iron striking in the sect has increased greatly, and there is a great need for qualified second-class miscellaneous servants, these teenagers must be able to pass the test, and you can earn a lot!" said another deacon with a smile.

"Well said, well said. Wang Jinshan arched his hand and led these teenagers into the mountain gate with a big grin, without the slightest expression.

A deacon watched him leave, snorted on the ground, and complained: "This Wang Jinshan is too picky, damn!"

Another elderly deacon sighed: "Be quiet, Wang Jinshan has an uncle of the elite of the inner gate, Wang Jinshan is rampant and domineering in the outer gate is all relying on his uncle, you are a disciple of the outer gate still dare to talk about him, don't you want to live?"

The previous deacon's face changed drastically, and he quickly closed his mouth, he knew what the inner sect elite meant, and where he could afford to provoke an outer disciple.

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Among that group of rural teenagers, there was a twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy with a thick appearance, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and slightly dark skin, who was Fang Yun who had traveled thousands of miles to forge the Sword Gate.

He inquired all the way, and finally came to the foot of the Casting Sword Gate Mountain, but this mountain was haunted by white mist all day long, and he couldn't go into it without being led by the disciples of this sect.

Fang Yun tried to walk once, but was trapped inside for a month, eating up the dry food, and being dizzy with hunger, before he walked out, so frightened that he no longer dared to walk in at will.

I had to wait at the foot of the mountain, try my luck, see if I could meet the disciples of the Sword Casting Sect, and beg them to lead me in to apprentice.

It just so happened that this Wang Jinshan flew over in the clouds, and Fang Yun knew the immortals, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask for permission. Wang Jinshan grinned and reached out and touched his Tianling Gai, and snorted: "Fuck, there is no spiritual root!"

Seeing that his body was quite strong, and asked him if he could strike iron, Fang Yun nodded, and Wang Jinshan shook his head: "Come up and follow me!" This made Fang Yun's heart excited.

However, after the scene at the mountain gate just now, after hearing the discussion of the two deacons, he was a little worried: "What is the spiritual root? It seems that my qualifications are not good, and I can't cultivate immortals? If I am just a miscellaneous servant, not even a disciple of the outer sect, how will I learn the ability in the future, and how will I take revenge?"