Standing under the starry sky, Han Zaixin was left alone, and he was the only one left in the entire mountain forest, and perhaps a long sword to accompany him. It was as if his people were one with the night sky, and all the smell was gone, like weeds and wildflowers in the mountains.

The sword behind him clings to his backbone, and this sword is his second backbone. The swordsman, the king of a hundred soldiers, the domineering without the sword, the grandeur without the gun, and some are a kind of moderation like a humble gentleman.

But moderation does not mean ordinary, the edge is hidden in the scabbard, but there is the same sword aura that rushes straight to Xiaohan. The edge is not out, but no one dares to strike it.

"I broke through, but what? What I lost can really come back?" he didn't know if he should believe in that mysterious Gaia, and he didn't know how many people in the Sword Sect were paying attention to him, because the mysterious voice at the time of the breakthrough made him feel faintly uneasy.

But Han Zaixin knew that he was just the most ordinary inner disciple now, and although he had entered the sight of some people, he didn't know what kind of support he could get in the sect, or what price the sect would be willing to pay for a disciple.

Han Zaixin didn't know all this, for the things in the sect, his little inner disciple was not enough to get in touch with the real core secrets, and he was not willing to use the methods of the sect to avenge himself! Sometimes, only the enemy is the happiest thing!

The long sword was behind him, roaring softly, although it was just an ordinary long sword made of a hundred refined steel, but at this time, it seemed to have a not weak spirituality!

The night wind blew his long hair, and the ragged clothes on his body also fluttered with the night wind, and his long hair was black, but it was unkempt, and it looked a little messy, like a tenacious weed, struggling in the wind. The starlight in the starry sky shone on his body, revealing a darkness that was completely different from the mountains and forests around him.

"Whew...... Since I have broken through, then let me go down this path, if I know that you have deceived me, then no matter who you are, you will bear the wrath of my jade!" Han Zaixin secretly made up his mind in his heart.

There was no turning back for him at this point, whether it was for the people he cared about, or for the unrealistic delusions that had appeared in his heart.

Turning around, he walked back to his cabin, where the oil lamp had long since been extinguished, perhaps never lit, and he had been experimenting with his changes outside the house, but had not noticed any subtle changes in him.

The five senses are even more keen, although it is already late at night at this time, but with the faint starlight, Han Zaixin can actually see everything in the room clearly, and it is as clear as day. In addition, you can hear the sound of the wind blowing through your hair that you have never felt before.

Han Zaixin didn't notice such a change, or rather, he was more concerned about the increase in his own strength, such a small change was not enough for him to take to heart, but such a change could not be ignored, the enhancement of the five senses could make him more adaptable to various environments, and for his current path, it had an indescribable advantage.

Entering the room, sitting down cross-legged, and replacing sleep with cultivation, this is the most common way for monks to rest, the process of cultivation can not only improve cultivation, the vitality of heaven and earth can be guided into the body, but also the best relaxation of the body, and after entering the meditation, the spirit will also recover quickly.

Therefore, there are very few beds in the cave for monks who have achieved cultivation, because they no longer need sleep to recover their physical strength and spirit.

The True Yuan began to operate, and there was a constant influx of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, like an empty bucket, which was thrown into the well water, and the surrounding water would flow into the bucket. At this time, the tendons and veins in Han Zaixin's body had just expanded after the breakthrough of cultivation, and the tendons and veins like rubber tubes had not yet contracted at this time, so there was still a lot of room for improvement. The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi was constantly captured by him and gathered into his own True Yuan.

The night passed quietly like this, and when Han Zaixin opened his eyes again, it was already time for the sky to appear white. Chaoyang once again came to the earth, this night, Han Zaixin consolidated his own realm, although he was still only in the realm of Lingwu, but it would not appear again, and his cultivation would be in danger of regression.

Pushing open the door, Han Zaixin jumped into the fish pond on the top of the mountain to wash himself. It was covered in dried blood scabs, dark red like scars. After cleaning and finding a clean shirt, Han Zaixin once again ushered in a new day.

"Senior Brother Han, I knew that you would run, and I didn't know how to say anything when I left!" Xiang Ning appeared on the top of the mountain, at this time Han Zaixin had already finished his early morning cultivation, and the purple qi from the east would appear every day, but every day was only a little short.

On this morning, Han Zaixin once again enjoyed the benefits given by Gaia, and the endless purple qi from the east was like an endless stream, converging towards him, but he didn't know where its source was, just like rootless water, which appeared beside Han Zaixin out of thin air to provide him with continuous cultivation.

After opening his eyes, seeing Xiang Ning's pretty face that was disgusting and happy, a trace of softness flashed in Han Zaixin's eyes, but it disappeared for a moment.

"Are you here? didn't your master let you stay with her?" asked Han Zaixin.

"Shizun went out to do something, and he didn't come back last night!" Xiang Ning replied.

"Cultivation is like sailing against the current, if you slack off for a day, it will take three days of hard work to make up for it, you appeared here so early, have you finished your homework this morning?"

"Hmph...... It's really like wood!" Xiang Ning sneered in her heart, but her face was smiling: "Senior Brother Han doesn't have to worry about this, I'm very powerful, if I don't cultivate this day, I won't pull down my cultivation!"

"There is a first time, there will be a second time, why don't you listen? Everything is not cared about at the beginning, but in the end, it is out of control! So today I delayed my early morning cultivation, so I will practice for two more hours during the day!" Han Zaixin said.

"Why should I listen to you!" Xiangning's little cherry lips curled slightly, pouting unhappily.

"Then why did you come to me? It seems that it is because of me that you have wasted your cultivation like this, so don't come again in the future!" Han Zaixin is ruthless, as the son of an ordinary tenant, Han Zaixin has a clear positioning for himself since he was a child, because he is not a genius, even if he has become an alternative genius now, but he will definitely not give up his persistence for many years because of this.

Therefore, Han Zaixin's daily cultivation and charging time occupied most of it, and in the morning, when the sky just showed a trace of morning white, he began to cultivate, reading books in the morning, practicing swords in the afternoon, and replacing sleep with running true yuan at night.

After persevering for several years, Han Zaixin has developed a terrible habit of self-discipline, repeating the monotonous life every day, but there is no trace of emptiness, because everything is so fulfilling!

"Senior Brother Han, I didn't come here today to come out to play, but to find you for something! So......" Xiangning stood in front of Han Zaixin's body, her figure was slim, although Han Zaixin was sitting on a mountain rock, but at this time she was sitting cross-legged, and the two of them were actually tall.

So Han Zaixin looked at each other at this time, looking at the other party's pretty face that could be broken, with a hint of mystery in a pair of autumn water cut eyes, just like a little girl who likes to gossip, and wants to tell others a secret that she only knows at this time.

"Say, what's the matter?" Han Zaixin said calmly.

"In two days, you will be able to sign up for the Inner Disciple Competition! This time, the real person in charge of the sect will personally ask about it, and the reward is very generous!" The little girl has a master who has hands and eyes to the sky, and she can often get some news that others don't know yet.

Since the establishment of the Sword Sect, it has had a tradition of inner door competition. This was originally to encourage the disciples of the general sect to cultivate hard, but later it became a priority way for the major forces in the sect to select reserve talents, and emerging in this middle and large competition meant that they would have a greater chance of entering the Nine Peaks to cultivate in the future.

Although the Sword Sect has a large population, but the top of the Nine Peaks is sparsely staffed, each peak will not be crowded like the outer gate, all of them follow the elite strategy, and the monks who can really enter the Nine Peaks are definitely rare, at least among the outer gates of the Sword Sect, one in a hundred is only the standard of the miscellaneous servants of the Nine Peaks.

If you want to get the treatment of a formal disciple, you must at least be one in a thousand, or even one in a thousand. There are a large number of outer disciples of the Sword Sect, and the inner disciples are not small, there are more than a thousand people, but the disciples who have really become one of the nine peaks, ranking among the true inheritances, are definitely more amazing than the ratio between the outer disciples and the inner disciples.

That is to say, there are still a few people who enter the inner gate every year, but the disciples who can go to the Nine Peaks every three years are often vacant. Because there is no suitable candidate, these Jiufeng, who really constitute the strongest combat power of the Sword Sect, all choose to be lacking rather than excessive.

"How is it? are you looking forward to it?" Xiangning's eyes flashed with excitement, as if she was very happy to know such news one step ahead.

"What is there to be happy about, you are already a disciple of Sword Guarding Peak, such a thing should have nothing to do with you!" Han Zaixin didn't understand, what was there to be happy about such a thing, wasn't it just an inner door competition, once in three years!

"Don't you want to know what kind of test will be this year?" Xiangning little girl pouted, she really saw it, Han Zaixin didn't care much about these, since he went back once, it was like a completely changed person, the whole village died tragically, and the blow to him was not ordinary!

So in the past few days, the little girl has always been thinking about how to make Han Zai's heart become normal, she can be sad, but she can't die of heart!