A snow-white figure is like a streamer, leaving indifferent footprints in the mountains. The wind climbed the mountain path lightly, and the mango shoes lightly touched the low bushes on the side of the road, and the whole person was like a dexterous swift scurrying out of the air.

Turning over a ridge, a small valley appeared in front of the young man in a white shirt, carrying a long sword and a struggling fish on it. It didn't take long for curling smoke to rise from the valley, and an enticing aroma came from the middle of the valley, making people swallow without noticing. The young man's sword was skewering a grilled fish, devouring it, the slightly burnt scales stuck to his lips, and even a handsome face had two black marks. But he had no distractions and concentrated on dealing with the grilled fish in his hand.

"Hee-hee...... Senior Brother Han, you're stealing food again!" A chuckle came from outside the valley, and I saw a blue shadow falling from the sky like a fluttering butterfly in mid-air, falling in the middle of the valley.

When the visitor stood still, she revealed a pretty face that was suitable for disgust and joy, with long hair over the shoulders and hanging down to her waist, and her long black and smooth hair was like the most supple satin, and a lake-green dress wrapped her body in it. The slender Rou Yi was carrying a short sword and stood in front of Senior Brother Han, with a pair of apricot eyes looking forward to Yanran.

"Okay, I know that your little gluttonous cat will definitely come, and I'll keep it for you, your favorite fish head!" the young man in white stood up and signaled.

"Hee-hee...... Senior Brother Han is the best!" the little girl grinned, then she moved her lotus steps lightly, came to the young man's side, stretched out her slender ten fingers and grabbed the fish head that the young man had left for her, and gnawed it slowly like a lazy cat. Although I grabbed it with my hand, it didn't look vulgar and ugly at all, but looked cute and cute.

"Okay, after eating, go to practice the sword, if you can't practice your Xuan'ji Sanyanzhan again, the master will punish you!" The young man looked at the green-shirted girl's screaming eating posture, and a doting look flashed in his eyes.

"Got it......" replied vaguely with a piece of fish meat in her mouth.

"I'm going to practice swordsmanship first, and today I've learned another set of swordsmanship! The Thirteen Swords of Tianmen should be the most basic swordsmanship, but there are some wonderful things in the transition! It's worth learning from!" the young man said and stood up, picked up a handful of water in the shallow pool on the side, washed his face, and then picked up his long sword and walked out of the valley. A long robe fluttered in the wind, and the clothes fluttered like a butterfly with snow-white dead leaves.

Turning over the top of the mountain, the young man's eyes flashed with a trace of cold light, and the momentum of the whole person changed instantly, as if a sword was out of its sheath, and it was about to smash the clouds in the sky in an instant. Long hair fluttered behind his head, a long sword in his hand, and his right hand slightly grasped the hilt of the sword. His face was as solemn as the sky before a storm.

"Choking ......" The long sword came out of its sheath, like a snow-colored training, and stabbed out rapidly towards the front in an instant, and the air was cut by the long sword as if tearing a **** silk, making a piercing scream. In the place where his long sword was pointing, a man in a green shirt stood quietly, like an ancient mountain that had not been moved for eternity, and the endless and powerful momentum faintly emanated from him, and it was like a peerless divine blade hidden deep in the scabbard, giving people endless oppressive power before it was unsheathed.

The long sword in the hand of the young man in white was like a spirit snake spitting out a letter, piercing the air in an instant and stabbing straight at it with a roar, as if he had a deep hatred and hatred against the person opposite, without the slightest hand. A long sword erupted at this moment with countless snow-white sword rays, condensing into a towering mountain, and the endless sword peak stood between the clouds and the sky, as if it was about to suppress everything in the world.

"The anger is too heavy, pay attention to its form as its spirit! Xin'er, you still haven't comprehended the three realms in the swordsmanship! The sword in your hand controls you, alas! Sure enough, the foundation is still a little shallow!" The green-robed man in front of him stretched out a hand, and the five fingers on the thin palm were unremarkable, which seemed to be the most ordinary old man's palm, but at the moment he stretched out, a finger pointed out. An invisible and substantial sword aura burst out from his index finger, without the slightest breath of fireworks, and without even noticing, it was like a peerless sword, meeting the young man's blade.

......The hilt of the long sword was held in the young man's hand, but the tip of the long sword was in the air, and the sword body was bent into a strange arc, as if it was about to shatter at any time. And at this moment, the long sword let out a trace of sorrow, as if it had surrendered to the invisible sword qi on the opposite side. It's like the submission of a weak individual in nature to a powerful kind. The long sword in the hand of the young man in white succumbed at this moment, without the slightest swordsman's unbending bones.

"Master!" the young man put away his long sword, put it back into its sheath, and bowed.

"How about it? I went to lead the outer disciples with martial arts today, but I would have gained something?" The green-robed man's face was thin, and his face looked like an old man about to enter the earth, full of wrinkles. But it is full of green silk, and even a pair of eyes are like a deep pool, bottomless, which seems to attract people's souls.

"No! I still can't enter the third realm of the sword smoothly, I'm ashamed!" The young man also looked guilty, he couldn't help but feel ashamed, thinking about him Han Zaixin, half a year ago he was still the lowest disciple of the outer sect who was struggling at the bottom of the outer sect, and in half a year, he jumped up and became one of the 1,000 and eighty inner disciples of the Sword Sect, and he really had the capital to be proud of. But for the so-called kendo realm, his eyes are dark, and he still hasn't understood anything for more than half a month, which makes him embarrassed, and even more disappointed the master who has high hopes for him, which makes the young man feel even more guilty.

Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but recall his experience during this time: the young Han Zaixin was originally the child of a peasant family under the Jianzong Mountain, and the eight generations of his ancestors were all the most ordinary farmers, cultivating the land for the Jianzong in exchange for the family's life of food and clothing. But he has liked swordsmanship since he was a child, and when he was ten years old, he begged his father to send him to the Sword Sect, although his qualifications were inferior, but he was born innocently, so he became a miscellaneous servant under the name of the Sword Sect.

After working in the Sword Sect for six years, his qualifications were really insufficient, and he practiced the basic swordsmanship that he could practice for six years, and finally learned Xiaocheng and became an outer disciple. But that's the end of this life, but when he received the medicine collection task issued by the sect, he met a low-level demon beast on the road, and he chased him to the sky and the ground. In a panic, he broke into a forbidden place in the sect. thus laid the foundation for his superb swordsmanship cultivation, and even allowed him to get a glimpse of the true swordsmanship when he watched others practice swords.

Therefore, the young man stood out from the outer door and became the backbone of the inner disciple of the sect. And he was taken in by this thin old man in green robes, Lu Qingxuan, the elder of the Sword Sect guarding the Sword Peak, and taught him carefully. However, after coming into contact with his master, he saw a higher level of swordsmanship, which made him feel endless pride in his heart, and he practiced a peerless swordsmanship.

"That's it, idiot, let's talk to you once for the teacher! The three realms of the sword, the first entry into the sword momentum! Get the sword momentum, use the long sword in your hand to attract the general trend of heaven and earth, so as to be small and broad, and weak and strong. The more thoroughly the general trend of heaven and earth is triggered, the stronger the power that erupts, but as the most basic realm, the general trend of heaven and earth that can be triggered by a martial artist is closely related to cultivation, and with your skill, you can probably attract the power of heaven and earth in a radius of three zhang for your use! Lu Qingxuan, the old man in the green robe, shook his head slightly, and sighed in his heart, everyone will only walk the most steadily if they find the most suitable path for themselves, but he can't wait, although his disciple is not bad, but he is just good, and his understanding is slightly worse. But after all, he was his own closed disciple, and all those disciples before were killed in that place, and he was also dying, so he had to wake him up. In this way, his foundation will inevitably be insufficient, but this kid actually befriended the disciple of that cold-faced girl, and he may not be too miserable in the future. If it weren't for his birth that touched him, he might not have formed this relationship between master and apprentice.

"Master, the disciple has disappointed you!" Han Zai knelt down in his heart, willingly, even as a swordsman who had to straighten his back even if he died, but at this moment, he bent his arrogance, because the old man in front of him cared for him meticulously, which made him feel endless admiration in his heart.

"Haha...... Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, the old man has lived for most of his life, and he has seen countless winds and waves, and he will be made to be a child by your boy's kneeling, it is really a laughing person!" Lu Qingxuan laughed, raised his head, and did not expose his ugly tears in front of his apprentice, and then turned to leave, like a lonely hung in the sky, disappearing between the mountains in the blink of an eye.

"Master, don't worry, the apprentice feels that he is still a little bit away from being able to comprehend the sword momentum, the apprentice will definitely be your pride, and he will also find the life-prolonging thing for you, so that you can see the day when the apprentice stands at the pinnacle of the world!" Han Zaixin clenched the long sword in his hand tightly, and the nails of both fists sank into the flesh, but he had no sense of taste.

Continuing on the road, the boy returned to his Five Elements Mountain, this mountain is not high, there are no dense forests, only sparse bamboo, a pond on the top of the mountain is surging with blue waves, two weeping willows are planted on the edge of the pond, and a small wooden house, this is the place where Han Zaixin cultivates, compared to those golden and brilliant halls, this thatched hut can be described as extremely simple, there is only a bed, a futon, and a low table. It can be said that it is a family with four walls, but it is Han Zaixin's private world, and a powerful sword formation has been laid out by the masters of the Sword Sect outside this wooden house, even if it is a powerful elder in the sect, it is difficult to break through these formations in a moment or three.

Han Zaixin returned to his wooden house, held the long sword in his hand, and did not leave his hand, he directly used his inner disciple's waist card to open the protective formation, although the Sword Sect is not good at arranging formations, but as the most powerful sect within a radius of 100,000 miles, the sect is not only full of warriors who use swords, but also those who practice formations, of course, the materials of their formations are definitely countless long swords, and these sword formations are their handwriting.

Closing his eyes, Han Zaixin put the long sword in his hand on his lap, sat on the futon, and began today's homework, gradually a subtle whirlwind gently blew in the room, and his eyebrows were filled with colorful brilliance.