Although Yan Shiyi sat in the position of the dean of Haoran Academy, he still lived in the mountain behind the academy, and he was used to it, and the environment in the back mountain was more suitable for cultivation.

Back in the mountain behind the academy, Yan Shiyi was not in a hurry to refine the black beads in his body, firstly, this thing this time was different from those iron filings in the past, he was not sure whether the Pure Bowl could be refined, and secondly, he had never practiced the magic of refining, if the Pure Bowl could not refine the black beads, he would not be able to refine them with his own strength.

Yan Shiyi found Mo Jingtian and placed the brand-new Haoran Sword in front of him.

Mo Jingtian looked excited, his hands trembled and stroked the sword body, and muttered to himself: "After so many years, the seal has finally been lifted!"

As soon as Yan Shi knew that this old man was reminiscing about the burning years of the year, he couldn't bear to disturb him, so he had to quit quietly.

"Pick one!" Mo Jingtian called him at this time.

Yan Shi smiled and said, "Old man Mo, what's wrong?"

Mo Jingtian shouted at Haoran Sword, "Come out, old man!"

Yan Shiyi knew that Mo Jingtian was going to let Haoran Sword Spirit come out, so he immediately put away his hippie smile and stood aside solemnly.

Who knew that Mo Jingtian called several times one after another, but the Haoran Sword still did not move.

Yan Shi was shocked and said, "Could it be that something is wrong with the Haoran Sword?"

"It shouldn't be!" Mo Jingtian frowned slightly, and after pondering for a moment, he injected spiritual power into the Haoran Sword.

Suddenly, a streamer flickered on Haoran's sword, getting brighter and brighter.

The breeze suddenly rose, and there was light and shadow flickering, and after a while, the light particles condensed and turned into a middle-aged scholar in a white shirt.

The middle-aged scholar had a warm smile on his face, but he couldn't hide his tiredness.

"See you again!" the middle-aged scholar nodded towards Yan.

Yan Shi knew that the middle-aged scholar was the Haoran Sword Spirit, and bent down to salute him with a respectful expression.

Mo Jingtian nodded approvingly at Yan Shiyi's performance, but asked the middle-aged scholar, "What's wrong?"

Haoran Sword Spirit sighed and said, "Being trapped by the Great Demon Lord for so long, my cultivation is a little unstable, and it will take some time to recover. ”

Mo Jingtian was shocked: "It's not a big problem, right?"

Haoran Sword Spirit smiled: "It's not a big problem, don't worry." ”

Mo Jingtian smiled at this time: "That's good." ”

"I'm probably going to sleep for a while!" said the Haoran Sword Spirit.

"When will it start?" asked Mo Jingtian.

Haoran Sword Spirit said, "If you hadn't let me out, I would have been ready to start sleeping. This time I came out, I just said a few words to Yan Shi, and I would immediately fall into a deep sleep after speaking. ”

Mo Jingtian nodded, but sighed again, "Originally, I wanted you to escort you to the Holy Temple, but it seems that there is no way." ”

Yan Shiyi didn't feel that there was anything wrong, the only regret was that he couldn't spend more time with Haoran Sword Spirit, like other sword cultivators and natal flying swords, he cultivated to the realm of spiritual connection, and what did he need to do as a Haoran Sword Master?

Haoran Sword seemed to know what he was thinking, and said: "I am different from ordinary flying swords, you can't refine me into your natal flying sword, we are the relationship between the sword master and the sword, in layman's terms, you are my master, I am your sword, the only difference with the sword is that I already have my own spirituality, which can be manipulated by you, thousands of miles away, slash gods and immortals, and you can also kill the enemy side by side!"

Seeing Yan Shi nodded, Haoran Sword continued: "As for Haoran Sword Master, what do you need to do? I can tell you, you don't have to do anything! You only need to do what you want to do, you don't want to do it, even if the Holy Temple doesn't agree, then it's up to them!"

Yan Shiyi was ecstatic, it turned out that Haoran Sword Master was so simple, and he thought that there would be many complicated and trivial things!

Mo Jingtian was stunned and exclaimed: "You didn't tell me like this back then, you have always lied to me about your feelings!"

"This time is different!" said Haoran Jian proudly.

Seeing Mo Jingtian looking at him suspiciously, Haoran Jian sighed: "I am also grateful for what happened to you, and I feel a little guilty about you, so in the future, I will try not to let this young man go down your old path again!"

This is a promise, only Mo Jingtian knows what this means, Yan Shiyi is not happy, or Hao Ran Jian is unhappy, no one in this world can order them to do things.

Mo Jingtian sighed in his heart, if Haoran Sword could be as tough as it is today, he would not end up like now, but he was really happy for Yan Shiyi in his heart, the monks seemed to be free, but they were all shackled, and few of them could be really comfortable and happy!

Haoran Sword Spirit didn't seem to be in good spirits, and the fatigue on his face was even stronger.

Yan Shiyi noticed that something was wrong with Haoran Sword Spirit earlier than Mo Jingtian, and hurriedly asked, "Senior, are you okay?"

Haoran Sword Spirit shook his head and smiled: "There is no problem, it's just that I am really sleepy!"

Yan Shiyi said worriedly: "It's better for the seniors to return to the Haoran Sword earlier!"

Haoran Sword Spirit smiled: "I'm not in a hurry for a while, and I still have something to give you!"

After speaking, Haoran Sword Spirit took out three books from nowhere and handed them to Yan Shiyi.

Yan Shi opened the first book, but it was a book about refining, which involved refining flying swords, magic weapons, and refining the spiritual energy of mountains, rivers, rivers and seas...... Wait a minute.

Yan Shiyi looked at the sword spirit gratefully, not long ago he was a little depressed that he didn't know the method of refining, Haoran sword spirit seemed to know his thoughts, and gave such a good thing to himself.

Haoran Sword Spirit just smiled and motioned for Yan Shiyi to open another book.

Yan Shiyi casually opened the other two books and looked at them, but was startled, and with a snap, the two books fell to the ground.

"What's wrong?" Mo Jingtian rarely saw this bold young man so out of shape, picked up the book on the ground and looked at it, he was also shocked, and asked, "Old man, what do you mean by this?"

It turned out that Haoran Sword Spirit gave Yan Shiyi two other books, one was a classic book about the magic of the demon clan, and the other was a classic book about the magic of the demon clan.

"Senior, are you planning to let me cultivate demons?" Yan Shiyi said in surprise, "Originally, Cao Ziyuan and those people already suspected that I was a spy sent by the Demon Clan, if I practiced Demon Clan Magic, wouldn't it be even more solid for what they thought in their hearts!"

Haoran Sword Spirit sneered: "What kind of thing is Cao Ziyuan, why should you care about what he is thinking in his heart!"

Yan Shiyi smiled bitterly, senior, you don't have to care about other people's opinions, but I have only just stepped into cultivation, even if I have the determination to be tough with them, I have never had that ability!

Haoran Sword Spirit knew what he was thinking, and said, "Giving you these books is not to ask you to practice right now, when you feel that the time is right, and when you feel that you can cultivate, you can cultivate on your own." ”

As soon as Yan Shi knew that he would not return himself, he nodded and put the three books away.

Haoran Sword Spirit looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes were in a trance, and he seemed to go back to many years ago, at that time, it could be said that he was not exactly his own person, and he was determined to embark on that avenue, but after all, he was still unable to resist all kinds of obstacles in the world, and in the end he could only end in failure, and that kind of ambition could only be pinned on the young man in front of him.

"Alright, that's it, I'm leaving!"

As soon as the Haoran Sword Spirit finished speaking, it turned into a breeze, swept through the Haoran Sword, and disappeared.