"Qin Yuan!" asked Fang Xian, who was full of sword energy, but his tone was full of affirmation.

"Oh?! You know my name. Qin Yuan guessed something in a blink of an eye: "You have fought with Chi Yan!" Qin Yuan also used an affirmative tone, as the saying goes, dragons do not live with snakes, this trial, the opponent Qin Yuan encountered can only make him look at Chi Yan and the person in front of him, there is no doubt that the person in front of him with the arrogance he showed, it is impossible to get his information from people other than Chi Yan. From this, Qin Yuan immediately made a judgment.

"Yes, Chi Yan is a good opponent. Fang Xian nodded.

"Haven't asked yet?"

"My name is Fang Xian, sword cultivation. Fang Xian's words were short and clear.

"Qin Yuan, disciple of Haoyang. Qin Yuan squinted his eyes, knowing that this time's fighting technique was different from Chi Yan's. As a water monk, he has been more or less influenced by Lao Dan, and the goodness is like water, which benefits all things without fighting, so Qin Yuan and Chi Yan can stop at once. But Fang Xian is different, the swordsman, straight also, the road ahead, overcoming obstacles, even if he knows that the meeting between the two may not be accidental, but for him, the fighting method is not a point to stop.

"When I met Brother Fang, it seemed that the real thing couldn't be hidden. Qin Yuan sighed.

"I can't ask for it!" he said, already holding his sword in his hand.

"Xiaoqing, Xiaoqing, come out, it's going to be a fight. Qin Yuan called softly, and the doting in his words made Fang Xian on the other side embarrassed.

It was Princess Tianci and the others who were paying close attention to Qin Yuan and the others in the Tianci Cloud Throne all looked at each other, "He, is this calling for help?" Not long after Princess Tianci's question, she saw a cute little head exposed from the thick black hair on the top of Qin Yuan's head.

"Baba, Baba, Xiaoqing wants to fight, Xiaoqing likes to fight. Xiao Qing's eyes lit up, grabbing Qin Yuan's hair and swaying left and right, his excitement overflowing.

"It's so cute!" cute things are always irresistible to women, even princesses.

"Come on. Qin Yuan spread out his hands and said.

"Yo !!" With the words, Qin Xiaoqing fell lightly into Qin Yuan's hand in a leap, but when it fell into the palm of his hand, it had already turned into a green jade bamboo cane.

Fang Xian's eyes shrank: "Dao Weapon?!" Seeing it, Fang Xian's voice was indescribably surprised, but he was not afraid.

"It's not a Taoist weapon. Mr. Wei shook the feather fan, as if admiring a work of art, "I just got some chances, and I had some spirituality in advance." This Qin Yuan is really not ordinary. ”

The same words also came from Qin Yuan's mouth.

However, Fang Xian immediately believed it, just because the aura emitted by the green jade bamboo cane in Qin Yuan's hand was still at the treasure stage, although this aura exceeded a lot of treasures, but it was still within the scope of treasures.

It is said that Xiaoqing has all the conditions for the promotion of spiritual weapons, but due to the emergence of the creation of qi, the wisdom and spirituality that Xiaoqing has in advance will undoubtedly open the road of cultivation for her in advance, image-speaking, if the original green jade bamboo cane reaches the consummation of the treasure body, it is only the peak of foundation building among the monks, but Xiaoqing, who has wisdom, suddenly gave her the potential to be promoted to the golden pill in the treasure body stage, so that the potential of the green jade bamboo cane will undoubtedly increase greatly, Qin Yuan of course can not let Xiaoqing cut off her future, and will definitely let her cultivate until the Jindan is consummated before continuing to break through to the spiritual weapon, this continuous process is the process of Qin Yuan increasing the foundation for Xiaoqing, and she will never be negligent。

"Come, take my Nine-Turn Withered Staff. Qin Yuan waved the green jade bamboo cane, and pointed at Fang Xian.

"It's good to come, pick me up and ask Tianjian, and the sword asks Cangtian who I am. Fang Xian stabbed out with a sword, and the sword was like a misty mist that shrouded Qin Yuan's heavenly spirit, and even more shrouded his heart.

Ding, the head of the staff and the tip of the sword were opposite, and a withered fist intent also erupted with Qin Yuan's bamboo cane.

"Huh?!" Qin Yuan was taken aback, the sword intent shrouded from Fang Xian actually had nothing to do with his withered fist intent.

The whispering sound like the sky was full of Qin Yuan's heart, although the voice was small, Qin Yuan heard the meaning clearly, and couldn't help but fall into the whispering and think, and began to try to solve the problem. Yes, those muttering words were the many doubts about life, the Great Dao, the cultivation and so on that Qin Yuan had subconsciously accumulated during his years.

Ding ding ding, the sound of the sword and sword clashing became more and more intensive, Fang Xian's sword speed was not very fast at the beginning, but with the exchange of swords and staffs, his sword speed became strangely faster, and even Qin Yuan's face couldn't help but become solemn.

Of course, the reason that made Qin Yuan's face become solemn was not only Fang Xian's sword speed, but also the more and more dense muttering in his mind.

Just after Qin Yuan began to try to solve the doubts in his mind, his heart was happy, because these various details and doubts that he usually did not pay attention to and could not imagine were solved, and he suddenly had a feeling of enlightenment, although his strength did not increase, but his thoughts were understood a lot. It's just that as more doubts are solved, the new doubts increase exponentially. In a short period of time, the sword and staff had exchanged blows only more than ten times, and with Qin Yuan's divine thoughts, he actually began to feel a faint pain.

Qin Yuan was suddenly startled, and as soon as his mind moved, the magic spirit silently took over the doubts that were pouring out of his heart. While dealing with the more mysterious and strange swordsmanship on the opposite side, he was thinking about everything that was weird in his heart.

"Confused Sword Intent!" With the support of the Spirit Root Database, Qin Yuan quickly found the crux of the problem, "Brother Fang actually practiced the Confused Sword Intent. ”

"Oh?!Brother Qin actually knew the confused sword intent, and he could still be distracted to speak for such a long time, admiration and admiration. Fang Xian's eyes were cold, and he was also a little surprised that Qin Yuan was able to find time to talk to him, he knew his own affairs, and he was clear about how terrifying the confused sword intent was.

Casting the confused sword intent, the sword bearer must remain absolutely sober, while the monk who is shrouded by the confused sword intent will be affected by the confused sword intent, and subconsciously will slowly release all kinds of confused doubts suppressed in the depths of his heart, and involuntarily fall into the confusion, with the main goal of solving the confusion in the heart.

These confusions are often all kinds of life doubts that monks have unconsciously accumulated from what they have seen and heard since they were born, and they naturally include all kinds of doubts about spiritual practice.

Since he has been deeply involved in it, the monk will naturally instinctively squeeze out all his potential to deal with these, but even if he figures out all the confusions in his heart, he will increase more and more confusion on the basis of these doubts, just like slowly spreading into a circle from the initial point with this as the center, and the more he unravels, the more blanks he will come into contact with. In the end, if the recipient can't solve the more and more confusion that arises as soon as possible, then these massive questions can even affect the recipient's thinking and spirit, disturb him, suppress him, and at that time, there will be only a share of being slaughtered by others.

Therefore, after Fang Xian fought with Qin Yuan, Qin Yuan could still be distracted to talk to him, but he was sincerely admired.

In this way, it seems that the confused sword intent has become the sword intent of enlightenment, in fact, Qin Yuan has solved a lot of his usual cultivation confusion in this short period of time. But such an irresistible sword intent naturally has its flaws, and it seems easy for the sword wielder to be awake from beginning to end to perform this sword intent, but this premise is that the sword wielder must not listen or answer.

The confusion with the receiver is also the confusion of the sword-wielder, but the receiver only has one way to solve the confusion, and the sword-wielder has a secret method to avoid these inner confusions, but these confusions are also the endless temptation of the sword-wielder, if he answers, it will evolve into self-questioning, and no one can save him at that time. Therefore, the sword bearer must first of all not answer.

On the other hand, the confusion and perception of the receiver is also a supreme product for the sword holder, which can quickly improve the practitioner's perception of the Tao, and these perceptions will also be transmitted back to the sword holder through the contact between the two sides and the sword intent, if the sword holder really listens, then it is really to the time when the recipient no longer has the perception to pass back, in the inertia of thinking, these problems will be inherited by the sword holder, continue the link of self-questioning and self-answering, and the final outcome is self-evident. Therefore, the sword bearer must not listen.

Cultivating the confused sword intent requires a stoic and unmoving heart, and the slightest wavering and being eaten by one's own confused sword intent will be the end of the sword destroying and dying, and there is no other ending.

Therefore, the confused sword intent is not the sword intent of enlightenment, but the sword intent of the dead, both the death of others and the death of oneself, with a beginning, there must be an end, there is no anticlimactic.

"Is Chi Yan dead?" Qin Yuan asked suddenly.

"Not dead. ”

"How did he get rid of it?" Qin Yuan asked again.

The "......" replied only with the sword.