Fang Chen returned to the Heavenly Star Peak where the Medicine Pavilion was located, and he was about to start refining the flying sword. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The method of refining the flying sword was not a secret, and Fang Chen had already remembered it in his heart.

At this time, as soon as he returned to his residence, he began to make preparations for the sacrifice.

When he was done, he closed the door and deliberately opened the magic circle that Master had arranged for him to protect and isolate his breath, so as not to be disturbed by others.

Sure enough, after he closed the door, a few sneaky figures appeared, and after some investigation was fruitless, they left in a hurry.

Chen Ye, who was far away in Cuiyun Peak, received the news and sneered: "This kid has been in retreat since he came back from Tianxuan Peak, I don't know what Uncle Yuanqin gave him, could it be a flying sword?

He groaned for a moment and said to himself: "It's a pity that Tianxing Peak is the place of the Medicine Pavilion, and you can't force your way in, otherwise even if he hides in the hole, I will pull him out!"

The days passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was a month later.

Fang Chen never appeared, and everyone was originally quite interested in what happened after he successfully built the foundation, but as time passed, everyone had their own things, so they gradually forgot about it.

There was another major event that happened this month, and it was also the reason for the rapid divergence of everyone's attention.

This incident was that Wang Jun, one of the three False Dan Realms in Tianyimen, failed to attack the Jie Dan Realm, and his meridians were completely destroyed, and he couldn't bear the result of becoming a wasted person, so he committed suicide.

This incident caused a storm in the door, and all the disciples were panicked, and one of the three masters at the peak of the foundation building period ended up like this, which made people feel sad.

After so many years of cultivation was ruined, Wang Jun's experience made the hearts of these disciples in the foundation building period heavy, even if the cultivation had not yet reached the level of knotting, they also felt the cruelty on the road of cultivation.

Although the other two disciples of the Fake Dan Realm did not have any movement, Wang Jun's matter obviously had a great impact on them, after all, the death of the same sect and the same realm were deeply felt.

Fang Chen didn't have so much state of mind, he didn't come out of retreat, he didn't know anything about what was happening outside, he spent a month relying on Bigu Dan, and finally completed the sacrifice of the flying sword.

After reaching the foundation building period, the monk gradually has the ability to open the valley, the monk can go without eating for several days, and he will not feel hungry, and if the time is longer, he can also avoid eating with the Bigu Dan, and only one can maintain the body's needs for a long time.

Fang Chen went out of the customs to clean, changed into clean clothes, and then began to test the results of the retreat.

As soon as his mind moved, a shadow flew out of his chest, spun in the air a few times, and turned into a black sword.

This is the flying sword Yinhong that he spent a month cultivating, and it was not easy to communicate with the sword intent inside and engrave his sword intent into it.

Yinhong is a spiritual weapon and has the ability to transform into shapes.

Fang Chen sensed the presence of the spirit in its sword body, and he tried to communicate with the spirit, but to no avail. However, he has established a connection with Yinhong and is able to control it freely.

As soon as his mind moved, Yinhong became smaller, flew in through his collar, and pressed against his chest.

Fang Chen saw that other people's flying swords were all behind their backs or hanging from their waists, and that was because they were ordinary flying swords, which could not be made smaller and placed close to their bodies, so they were exposed.

And this Yinhong can be put away so that people can't see it, which can have an unexpected effect.

Fang Chen was very satisfied with this sacrifice, he looked at Yinhong, although he hadn't studied it thoroughly, he had already felt its extraordinary.

He was grateful to the Qin Fairy who brought Yinhong for him, and silently thought that he would work hard to practice and live up to her expectations.

Fang Chen began to practice the Wind Riding Sword, and as soon as his mind moved, Yinhong turned into a form and flew out, stopping steadily in front of him.

With a slight leap, he stepped on the sword.

The first time he stepped on the sword, his center of gravity was a little unstable, and Fang Chen's body was swollen, and he used the power of cultivation to maintain balance.

He slowly controlled the movement of the flying sword, adjusting to the feeling of flying on the sword.

At the beginning, he had to keep his vitality flowing, using cultivation to stabilize his body, and after slowly adapting, the connection with the flying sword was strengthened, and he didn't need to deliberately balance, the whole person stood on the sword, and his feet took root, and he didn't worry about falling.

Fang Chen's heart was full of joy, and for the first time, he had the feeling of an immortal.

Edgeworth is in the sky, the clouds and mist are shuttling around him, and the mountain peaks under his feet are far away, and they seem small. Only by stepping on the sword is free, crisscrossing the heavens and the earth.

"Fang Chen is out of customs!"

The news came out quickly, and not many people were moved except for those who were interested.

There were many disciples in the foundation building period of Tianyi Sect, and Fang Chen was just a new one, except for the incineration of the furnace, which stirred up some storms among the disciples, and others didn't bother to pay attention to what happened after his retreat.

Unless he stirs up some more storms.

Fang Chen's title of Uncle Condensation was finally taken off, he practiced swords among the peaks, and occasionally met a familiar fellow doorman, so he nodded and saluted, and later heard about Wang Jun, he couldn't help but sigh.

Practice, practice, fight with the sky, fight with people.

Life is short for more than 100 years, and if you don't form a golden pill, you will still turn into loess when your life limit comes. How many monks have stopped in their lives before the end of their lives, dying of old age, and decades of cultivation have come to an end.

A disciple like Wang Jun, who built the foundation of the Great Perfection False Dan Realm, had to fight hard after all, but his life was overwhelming, and it ended miserably.

Fang Chen originally wanted to fight Chen Ye again, but Wang Jun's matter made him feel that the cultivation path was so difficult, and the battle of will was meaningless in the end, or should he concentrate on cultivation and pass through Jindan Avenue as soon as possible.

The idea must be to return to Tianxing Peak, although the master is not there, the practice has long been left. He has just built a foundation, and he still needs to consolidate his cultivation, and then try his best to cultivate upwards and strive to attain Dan as soon as possible.

Master once said that it was difficult for him to marry Dan, and that was indeed the case. A bottleneck in the foundation building period has made him stuck for many years, and it is even more difficult to go up to the Dan period.

However, he has a tenacious heart, and he is not so easily blocked by difficulties, and facing the edge is his attitude towards difficulties.

Half a year later, a major event shocked the entire Xiuzhen Realm, caused an uproar in the Xiuzhen Realm, and changed the fate of countless people.

There has been a big change in the Mysterious Land Refining Mystery Realm, and the powerhouses of all the sects and factions involved in it have all fallen, and only a few people have escaped.

When the news came out, the cultivation realm shook, and many people looked to the sky, and the pattern of this cultivation realm was only afraid that it would change because of this.

The strong man of Tianyi Sect brought the news back, and the high-level shook.

Except for the Ziyang Elder who stayed in the gate to guard, the rest of the elders all fell in the Refining Mystic Realm.

When Ziyang Zhenren heard the news, he shook and almost fell off the futon.

He went to the secret room of the sect to check the life slips left by the elders, and found that they were all broken, and with his years of practice, he couldn't help but cry, and looked up to the sky and said: "Senior brother, senior brother, is it possible that the heavens will die in my Tianyi Sect!"

The news was temporarily blocked, and the monks above the knot stage in the sect heard the news.

Everyone is panicked, what does the fall of the Yuanying Elder mean Everyone knows that the foundation of the sect is these Yuanying monks, and once something happens, the foundation of the sect will not be guaranteed.

Yuan Qin's tears rained down, and her stunning face was stained with a layer of sadness.

Her father, Tianyang Zhenren, the head of Tianyimen, also fell among them, and as a close relative, her heartbreak can be imagined.

"The news won't be hidden for long, and the entire cultivation world will know about it by then. The panic of the disciples in the sect can be imagined, but this is not the point, as the number one faction in the Lu Kingdom, so many Yuanying powerhouses have fallen, and the other sects in the Lu Kingdom must be ready to move, and with such a big foundation as the Tianyi Sect, they may not let it go!"

An old monk spoke, his expression solemn, and as soon as he spoke, there was silence.

"Yes, now there is only Elder Ziyang in the gate, as far as I know, there are several major sects in the land country that have not participated in the cultivation of the Mystic Realm, and their strength is much stronger than ours now!"

"That may not be stronger than us, Tianmen's thousands of years of heritage, how can they compare. It's a big deal to close the mountain gate first and recuperate, this mountain gate array can't be broken by their sects!" retorted another Jiedan monk.

Everyone argued, and more than twenty Yudan monks had their own opinions, but Elder Ziyang, who was sitting at the top of the main hall, was silent, just watching these juniors of the Yudan stage talk.

"That's enough, we can't fight for a result, let's let Uncle Ziyang make a decision!" said a middle-aged monk.

Everyone was silent for a moment, and turned their heads to Ziyang Zhenren, who was the first in a purple and black robe on the main hall.

"The sect can't be dispersed, and it can't be chaotic. Restrain the disciples, prepare to close the mountain, send a signal to the disciples who go out, come back if you are willing to come back, forget it if you don't want to come back, the sect has entered a state of preparation, if there is a sect that covets our sect, then fight! The first sect of the land country, if it is weak, it cannot weaken its momentum!"

The elder spoke, and everyone nodded yes. Ziyang Zhenren waved his hand, and everyone withdrew from the main hall.

Yuanqin's tears have not dried, and he controls the magic weapon and flies in the wind.

There was too much sadness in her heart, and she couldn't help but burst into tears, and the crystal tears rolled down, sprinkled in the sky, dripping among the clouds.