The qi and blood in his heart were sucked violently, and he was inhaled into the ancient sword, and then the angina pectosis gradually subsided. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Fang Yun's face sank, the joy brought by the improvement of internal qi just now was gone, the qi and blood sucked by the ancient sword were enough to withstand the cultivation promoted by the Qi Cultivation Pill above, if it continued like this, what kind of cultivation did he still have, sooner or later he would die under this ominous sword!

"No! if you have an opportunity, you have to find more powerful exercises, more Qi Nourishing Pills, just this Flying Sword Technique and three Qi Nourishing Pills per month are not enough. He gritted his teeth.

With a wave of his hand, he used the flying sword trick method, and with a swish, the spirit sword in his hand flew out crookedly, and with a bang, it was inserted into the door panel of the house, about an inch deep, if it was inserted into a person, it would definitely penetrate at once.

Seeing that the power of this flying sword was good, Fang Yun's somewhat ugly face finally eased up, but he immediately frowned: "You have to practice hard, this crooked one can't kill people at all!"

How did he know that if Wang Baobao saw this scene, he would definitely open his mouth wide in surprise, for the second-class miscellaneous servants who had just cultivated the Flying Sword Technique, it would take at least a month to drive to this level.

Since Fang Yun had the mysterious technique as the foundation, the internal qi of the dantian was already quite foundational, and the mental method of the Flying Sword Technique was far less complicated than the mysterious technique, so he had already basically mastered it just for the first trial.

This kind of progress is already very fast, and only some high-quality disciples in the inner gate who have spiritual roots can do this level for the first time.

After some cultivation, Fang Yun saw that it was not too early and went to bed to sleep peacefully.

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After a good night's sleep, Fang Yun got up refreshed, simply enjoyed some food and drink provided by the kitchen, and changed into the second-class miscellaneous clothes given by Jiao Zan yesterday, which was a cyan robe embroidered with the logo of the Sword Casting Palace on the cuffs, and the whole person looked neat, far from being the downbeat when he was a third-class miscellaneous servant before.

Fang Yun was quite satisfied, and walked out of the door, it was still early at this time, the entire mountain peak of the Sword Casting Palace was shrouded in a thin morning mist, and the faint sunlight sprinkled on him through the mist, making people feel a little lazy.

Fang Yun stretched his muscles, his eyes swept around, and he saw a C-rank handyman sweating profusely, running to the kitchen with firewood, and was scolded by the steward from time to time, and couldn't help but sigh secretly, he used to be a C-rank handyman, and he was the lowest-class servant in the Sword Casting Sect.

If he hadn't been promoted to a second-class miscellaneous servant, I'm afraid he would still be as busy as that third-class miscellaneous servant, where would he be able to touch some things in cultivation.

Taking a deep breath, he looked up at the towering main peak in the Sword Casting Gate, and through the mist, he seemed to see the outer disciples there, and even the inner disciples were all exhaling and cultivating, or using all kinds of magical spells, living a life many grades higher than himself.

This sword-forging gate...... It is like a hierarchical tower of power, only if it has withstood many tests, can it climb step by step until it stands at the peak of power!

"Master, bless me! I will definitely stand at the top of this sword-forging gate, and when the time comes, I will definitely avenge you and all the villagers in Qingyun Village!" he raised his eyes to the sky and swore secretly, his eyes flashing with light.

"Yo, isn't this Senior Brother Fang Yunfang who can't speak?"

"Why? I got up so early, are you thinking about which senior brother to give a gift to?"

Suddenly, there was a ridicule from the two beside him, Fang Yun turned around and saw that the two brothers, Song Cheng and Song Shan, who had risen at the same time yesterday, were standing not far from the courtyard, sneering at him with bad intentions.

It turned out that the two of them were robbed of the limelight by Fang Yun yesterday, and they had been angry all the time, and when they combined at night, they felt that Fang Yun was just a slap on the horse, and his true skills should not be good, so he found an opportunity to provoke, if he could force Fang Yun to compete with the two of them, he would be able to make a good fool of himself!

Although Fang Yun didn't know what the idea of the two of them was fighting, he was ridiculed by the two of them early in the morning for no reason, and he was angry in his heart, at this time, he had been practicing the mysterious exercises for three years, and the internal qi of the dantian was quite shallow, the cold light flashed in his eyes, and the momentum was instantly released.

Swish!

The two Song brothers were forced by his momentum and couldn't help but take two steps back.

Immediately, Fang Yun's internal qi was retracted, his eyes became indifferent and deep again, and he arched his hand at the two of them calmly, which could be regarded as a greeting.

"Fuck, why is this kid's eyes so sharp? I was taken aback by him!" Song Cheng and Song Shan glanced at each other, and both muttered in their hearts, feeling that Fang Cai himself was too embarrassed, just by the look of his eyes, he was frightened and retreated.

The two came back to their senses and saw that Fang Yun had already walked towards the master's sword-casting room, and hurriedly followed, among them, the eldest Song Cheng said angrily: "Senior Brother Fang, my brothers and I don't mean anything else when I say that, since they are both promoted second-class miscellaneous servants, and they learn art with the master, my brothers and I still hope to compete fairly, if my brothers' iron-striking skills are not as good as yours, then naturally there is nothing to say! But if you engage in some unworthy actions, then don't blame others for making irresponsible remarks." ”

"Yes, then don't blame others for making irresponsible remarks!" Song Shan, the second child who still had pimples on his face, also added, looking at Fang Yun with a disdainful look.

Fang Yun stroked his forehead, he was quite speechless in his heart, he dared to love these two brothers who were really stunned, how long have they been messing around in this Sword Casting Gate?

Everything depends on one's own strength, iron-striking skills are strength, the way of life is also strength, martial arts and immortal law are even more strength, he is just a third-class miscellaneous servant, he was bullied enough by Li Datou, and he saw through the strength of the sword-casting gate, and he didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past, so he had a good relationship with the second senior brother Wang Baobao, and it didn't hinder them, they couldn't see it at all, they could also hug a thick leg, there was no reason to step on others!

Feeling that he couldn't explain to these two stunned youths, Fang Yun ignored the two and quickened his pace towards the sword casting room.

Seeing that Fang Yun ignored him, the two thought that he was afraid, and kept saying behind them: "Senior Brother Fang, don't go, please draw a line, how about we compare the skills of ironing?", "If you are afraid of iron, we can compare fists and feet, how about my brothers let you have one hand?", "Alas, don't go, don't go!"

When I came to the sword-casting room, I saw that there were about ten zhang square here, and in the center was a huge furnace hugged by three people, about one zhang high, and the fire in the furnace was churning at this time, and under the encouragement of the bellows next to it, a red flame was spewed out, and the heat wave was churning and rushing in all directions.

There were already a few second-class handymen in the house, who were busy pushing and pulling the bellows, tired and sweating profusely.

The second senior brother Wang Baobao had beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, and he was waving his hands to instruct these second-class handymen on how to make a fire, and said in his mouth: "Do you have to work hard! Do you know that this fire is the fire of the lungs of the earth and lungs at the outer gate of our Sword Casting Palace, ranking in the top 100! A few of you pull the bellows hard to let the fire burn to a red color, that is enough for the master to use to cast iron swords, otherwise the temperature of the flame is not enough, see if the master will come in a while, do you want you to look good!"